[Zelgadis is busy staring at the hole his lightning made in the ceiling of his bedroom, while contemplating how he could manage to collect materials for a sword. The boarded up window wasn't helping with the dismayed, unsafe feeling either. Last night's encounter with that black creature that had been gnawing on his head had re-awakened his paranoia. Nothing like being chased by abominable beings to make one a little overly cautious.]

[Nothing for it, now. He'll just get some rest, and hope he wakes up intact this time.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 131st day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

As you are likely aware, inmate Kohran Li will be hosting a Talent Show this evening, and inmate Jeanne Francaix is arranging a Promenade on behalf of the Academy tomorrow evening. Please direct concerns or requests to the appropriate party.

The dome will be preparing for autumn shortly. Take that into consideration and begin wrapping up your summer goings-on.

Inmate Xerxes Break, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[when she didn't see Nakama and Ushiro at breakfast, she searched their rooms and turned up nothing. a little while later, she's confident that they're no longer here]

[...so it's time for pie, of course. specifically, peach pie with bananas baked into it. the work makes her feel a little bit better. she's in the kitchen of her house now, pulling it out of the oven and enjoying the rich smell. happily, into the communicator]


[video]
Kanji-kun! Do you still want to try peach banana pie? I just finished making some and I think they came out perfectly this time.

[and then, more thoughtfully]

I wonder if everyone is as excited about the prom as I am. I love any opportunity to get dressed up, of course, but there's something special about a prom! I know it's just a party, but it's also a very important part of youth, like a rite of passing! It just wouldn't be right to go to school without ever having a prom. I'm so excited. Does anyone have any plans? Or -- dates?

[a beat] ...Nakama-san and Ushiro-kun won't be there, though. In -- in case anyone would be looking for them. [she knows Nakama especially was responsible for tomorrow's day shift on dispatch]

[Rose has read the material. She's gone through the basket and she understands why she's here. She can't even, and won't argue with why she's here. She's also done a bit of exploring by the time she finally decides to get on the network.]

So what Universe and planet is this? Anybody ever show up here on purpose?

[Because she's laying bets on someone coming looking for her. UNIT at the very least. The Doctor at the very most. The Daleks in a worst case scenario kind of thing.]

And how do I go about getting' my things back? [There was a gun and a couple of timey wimey thing-a-ma-bobs UNIT monitored her with.]

[When he finally cracks his eyes open, he doesn't recognize the ceiling he’s staring up at. For one, heart-stopping moment, he’s deathly afraid that he’s back in the Organization, being patched up for some ungodly reason. Or, worse, being experimented on yet again. The last thing he remembers is telling M-21 that he has to live, for all of their sake.]

[The message is something he takes in more slowly, and when he finally finishes reading, a sardonic grin curls at his lips.]

So even guys like me can get a second chance… [He laughs, but that makes his chest hurt, so he shuts up pretty quickly. He grudgingly shifts a hand to feel the bandages that have been wrapped there. So they’d saved his life, when he was supposed to die. He isn’t sure how he feels about it. Hell. As long as M-21 is safe. As long as he’s free. Really, isn’t that all that matters?]

That’s some technology, helping to patch up a broken heart… literally. [Goddamn it, he really had to stop chuckling. It felt like someone was taking a hammer to his ribs...]

((OOC: M-24 is in the hospital! He is restrained, but he probably needs anywhere from one to three days to fully recover. Heart punctures are terrible.))

[Hello, Marina! There is a cheerful looking man on screen, waving at you. He's wearing a very nice military uniform of some sort, by the looks of it, all black with gold accents. The sunglasses hide his expression a little, but they don't touch that smile! he appears to be outside the pizza parlor.]

Hello, everyone~! [yes, yes he did just drag out his vowel like he was a schoolgirl. that just happened.] The food was delicious. Thank you very much for the brochure! I would have been so confused without the help! [he seems to be completely serious, given his smile, but after a second, he sobers, his smile fading.]

I have a question. If it isn't too much trouble, could you tell me... does Acumen make you pop bubblewrap if you misbehave?! [he looks left-- looks right-- then looks back at the feed urgently, as though this is a question of the utmost importance-- before breaking out into another smile, washing away the previous furtiveness like it never existed]

Ah! But I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Hyuuga! I look forward to meeting you all. [with a wink, he shuts the feed off. if any of the other Black Hawks are around, he's certain they'll reply, even if he doesn't call them out. it's too bad most of them aren't around, this is the first (and will be the last) time he's been up this early in ages!]

[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?

[Welcome back to a picture of Flynn's face. Only he's got a better idea how the enchanted box works, and his brows are knit. And he happens to be sitting on the floor.] Okay, so I get that the gesture's nice and sweet and yadda yadda yadda—but whoever's laying out the baskets around here is a little bit late. [Holding up cookies. Free? Just like that?] How do I even know any of this is still good? And what's the catch?

… I don't know about you, but I've heard the story of the old lady and the poison apples oooone too many times. [Yep, spinning an apple in the air before dunking it back into the basket.] And can't you deliver these in person? It's creepy waking up and bam there's a basket.

Also, Rapunzel.

Rapunzel.

Can you tell me why I happened to wake up in your closet this morning? Maybe People Who Live in Towers do this sort of thing all the time, but I gotta say… it's not easy on the neck. [Rubbing it.] I think I'm going to be stiff all day, …ow. Just leave me on the floor or y'know, wake me up. How did you even manage to get me in there? And why did you do it?

[A video sudden appears on the feed revealing a tilted image of a young woman's shoulder and a part of her face as she mummers softly under her breath. The muffled sound of fingers pressing against the plastic can be heard over the audio as the communicator is flipped around and examined at all angles. In the background, the rushing and rolling waves can be heard indicating her location is somewhere along the beach in Sector 4.]

... I should read the rest of that--

[The sentence is cut off with a loud thud when she sets the communicator on her lap, the mouthpiece brushing against the steel of her boot. The video now reveals her face fully; bright blue, iridescent eyes scanning over the pamphlet. One hand is brought up close to her mouth with her brow furrowed as she is deep in thought.]

... hmmm.

[The newcomer looks down at the device with skepticism before picking it up and placing it properly on her head. She sounds hesitant, at first.]

... Am I really stuck here for good? Seems no different than my previous residence.

[A chuckle and then a sigh, her gaze wonders to the side towards the water. Perhaps it's the shock that causes her to fall silent but she makes no move to end the video, her thoughts elsewhere.]