[Since Tseng was nowhere to be found, Rufus found himself feeling restless and at odds after the chains were removed this morning. He needed to see more of this place. That and every time he wandered off, Tseng seemed to have a talent of appearing out of the blue.

He is not bothering to think of where he is going and soon arrives, much surprised to actually find one in a prison of all places, at the beach. Come bother poke and prod at him!]

[Nakama thought about using the communicator for this, since there is a Defense Force filter, but actually reaching out to that degree just feels like too much for her at the moment. And what would she say? 'Hi, nothing's wrong, I just wanted to meet some of the people I'll be working with'? The filter's probably for emergencies and important matters, and she might annoy someone if she used it for that.

So instead, she's lurking around Defense Force headquarters before her chores begin, hoping to meet anyone who might have to come in for one reason or another. After a moment, she actually gets the courage to go in, and she tries to look both calm and busy rather than small and lost as she shuffles around with her ball and chain, taking everything in. So this is where she'll be working?

Any Defense Force members at all are welcome to come and meet her!]

[ Jade is in a wide open park, running through his artes. he's been doing this every day, feeling out the boundaries of the "seal" placed on him by Acumen and... pushing at it. he believes he's starting to get a handle on its exact composition, though he has to give it many props; he managed to undo the last seal placed on him much more quickly... so far, he's not even completely sure he's making progress.

so, this amounts to him making big, splashy magical displays, for anyone in the area to notice.

a little bit later in the morning, he pauses, taking a break in the exercise to turn on his communicator and murmur, only slightly breathless from all of the exertion ]

The limitations imposed by this place are rather frustrating, aren't they?

[ even though the words should be irritated, there's a little curl of amusement in his voice; on some level, he's enjoying the challenge. ]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 98th day of the third generation, The weather will be clear today, and slightly chilly during the morning before warming up significantly.

Inmates C.C. and Dean Winchester, choosing to ignore the ban on sexual relations has consequences, as I am certain you have already realized now. The restraints fitted upon you will deter physical contact for the duration of a week, good behavior provided.

For those who may wish to be informed, today happens to coincide with-- or be very close to-- several variations of a new year's celebration. Reflecting on your actions thus far and contemplating resolutions for the future can be beneficial, and may be of interest to some.

[[ooc: Just like with the collars on Kitty and Tyki before! Even accidental contact will cause the one collared to receive a mild shock, and they can't be broken or phased through]]

[ she's in a bed that's not hers -- well, not Lelouch's, or Suzaku's -- and is very briefly confused. but she can feel the metal band around her neck. she fingers it and snorts, rolling over to gather the sheets about her. she does put her communicator on and turns it on as she lolls on the bed, idly wondering if what's-his-name ... Don? ... left at some point. pity, he'd been fun. she wonders if things will be awkward now. ]

... I guess it's the couch for a while... [ doesn't sound overly upset about this. ]

((ooc: Threadjacking a-ok, just an fyi!))