[ some minor (personal) things aside, Halloween had been a pretty good day. (it hadn't started out that way, of course, but once one realizes they're only a couple feet high and combine it with the love of being held in arms, one quickly decides to take advantage of it) trick-or-treating was a blast! even if poor, miss usually pink-haired miwako couldn't remember him and miss nill. that had been a bit of a bummer, too. he's memorable. he makes impressions, good or bad, he'll make certain to honey-stick himself all over the inside of someone's skull.

at some point in the evening, he'd convinced nill to stay the night. she isn't nearly as troublesome as most girls and she likes fairies and she is a princess now, after all. she seemed like a spectacular candidate. not to mention, he really hates living alone and having to sleep alone. on top of it, he may (is, rather) afraid of a ghost or witch coming to snatch him up in the middle of All Hallow's Eve. this way, they can protect each other.

for the moment, alois trancy—magically molded into a five-year-old girl—has excused her self to some privacy to dress into a sleeping gown. ('I've learned to dress myself and everything!' she had announced moments ago, with such convincing exuberance, as if she really had.) her pillow-sack of candy was unceremoniously discarded in the middle of the floor. in fact, the whole place is a mess. there's stockings, thigh-high socks, coats, and sweaters, and tiny shorts, trousers, corsets, lacey things, petticoats, hoop skirts, ribbons, and dresses, and perfume bottles and books littered everywhere. not a single place is neat!

she's also helped herself to quite a lot of pillows and there's a nest of them and blankets on her bed.

barefooted, with cotton long-sleeved gown dragging on this new shape, alois shuffles out of the bathroom and tries not to snag her toes on the skirt of her sleep wear. she seeks nill out, before plunking on the floor (not unlike a normal toddler) by her stash of candy. ]

If you need something comfortable to sleep in, you can borrow anything of mine you like. [ she flits a hand about carelessly. ] Though, you'll have to find something on your own.

[ When Claire appears on the video she is not at all looking happy. In fact, she looks rather... Well, first of all, she's furious. Second? She's kind of ... miserable. Ish. But her face is just plain horrified.

And also she has bunny ears. ]

I have a tail!

[ Yes. She is... Yelling. ]

Why? Why do I have a tail?! And these ears -- I'm a -- a rabbit?! Seriously? Is this some sort of stupid backwards Playboy joke or something?

[ if you are out in the park this afternoon, you might see a small, green-haired girl with matching cat ears and tail. the ears and tail are shifting, reacting to noises and whatnot, though the girl is fast asleep in a patch of sun. if you get closer, you might notice that C.C. looks much younger than usual, and not just because she's curled up into a little ball.

wake her up, you know you want to. ]

[ oh hai, Marina. guess who ate some of those strawberry gummies? yeeeeep.

his expression is so very clinical, young brown eyes peering into the communicator. he murmurs ]

Yes, that would be expected.

[ he shifts the communicator and the video swings around; he's now looking at the device upside-down, pressing buttons curiously. private flickers briefly on screen, then off again. he turns the communicator back around again and utters ]

Curious.

[ his voice is almost monotone, and he does not smile. ]


((ooc: Ahhhh so late!! But it's still "Halloween". :D So, come poke tiny Jade. He also has amnesia, so. This is Jade as an actual child. And if you've spoken to him before, his eyes are normally red.))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 140th 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. The weather system's first snowfall will begin tomorrow, so you may wish to take advantage of the clothing store's stock of winter-appropriate clothing.

[A very small pause.] Likely you all observed that some of the candy that was distributed yesterday was tainted. This system assumes the responsibility for not conducting a thorough enough scan of the candy, and you have my apologies. The candy was removed after it was determined to be at fault, and the effects caused by the oversight were short-term and should be over. If you experience any lingering effects, go to the hospital.

Inmates Francis Morgan and Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[See Zinda Blake. See Zinda Blake looking very hungover, rubbing at her temples. ]

Jiminy Cricket, I feel worse than a wet washcloth that's been rung through a meat grinder.

Must have been some party last night, huh?

[Throughout the day, you can find Zinda in her favorite places- The Defense Force HQ, the club, or the bar. Yeah, she visits both. What are you gonna do about it?

Either way, she has no idea she's been gone. Dare you clue her in?]

Hello? [The view of her face tips and rocks as she tries to adjust it, peering up under her bangs into the screen before she sits back - her hands settling tight in her lap, her posture almost painfully upright. Her lips press together.]

Is...is anyone out there? Does anyone know - really know - where we are? Because, ah, the computer told me a lot of things but given that it seems to have kidnapped me, it seems like a biased source.

Can you hear me? Am I - [She leans forward a little like if she stares hard enough maybe someone will appear, her movements imbued with a tense, ready kind of energy.]

Am I doing this right?

...if this is any more than a dream anyway.

Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt. Strange, though. He's too angry to notice that the pay is lasting longer than usual, and the cuts, simply, are not healing.]

You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]

[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]

((OOC: Sound familiar? Yeah, that's because Wolverine was here during the 4th wall, but he doesn't remember it at all~))

Look, all I’m saying is-- [The big man cuts off abruptly, placing a hand to his head and looking dazed.] Where the hell am I? [And by that, he means, why isn’t he in a hospital gurney with his life in the questionable hands of Rai and Blondie?]

[He touches his own chest for a moment, and to his surprise, his wound seems to be healed. Roxas really did a number on him—he’ll have to thank the kid again.]

Look, where is everyone? This ain’t funny. [He doesn’t remember that time has passed at all. More memory nuking, hooray!]

[ Seira barely opens her eyes to unfamiliar territory before a message begins to echo in her ear. Certain words stand out to her -- criminal, warden, facility...? Dome? She sits up and looks around at her surroundings -- distinctly not the same surroundings she fell asleep with, she is certain. And there's a ball and chain on her foot? She lifts her foot to examine it, as if that will help -- but of course it doesn't, so she rests her foot again... What is going on? The message ends, and she feels at the communicator on her ear. She isn't exactly sure what to do, and she doesn't see anyone around... ]

Hello?

[ She pauses a moment before trying to focus her mind -- perhaps Regis is nearby? Or the children? Rai, or Frankenstein? Her head is swimming too much for her to currently focus well enough. She sighs. Again her hand finds the communicator on her ear, and she takes it off to look at it. Examining it, unfortunately, doesn't help her understand what it is or what is going on... Perhaps, if she puts it back on, she could try... talking to 'Acumen'? Hmm... She puts it on and looks about again to be sure that no one is around whom she could just ask directly... She feels a bit silly talking to something or someone she isn't even sure is there anymore, but... well, what else can she do? ]

'Acumen'... Where am I?

No. [the voice is masculine, irritated, and tinged with a British accent.]

No. No, all right? I don't care. I'm not telling you anything, you bastards. I don't care what set-up you've got here-- Eloquios Ocean, I'm certain that's not a load of shit at all. What, have you got a new Animus hack, plug us in while we're unconscious and-- and make us think you've got the power to put us in an underwater prison, through time and space and all, yeah? [a disbelieving snort.]

You lazy fucks. Wouldn't know an original idea if it came up and bit you on the arse, would you? No, you wouldn't. Just let me go, then, yeah, or get on with your uninventive torture and murder and suppressing the flow of information. All in a days work for you lot, right?

[a scoff, then, and, as there's the distinct noise of him grappling with unsteady hands to shut the feed off;] Bloody wankers.

[It's hard to imagine a more regal or more deadly looking demon when Sesshoumaru appears on the video feed. He is clearly displeased at the current circumstances, his mouth compressed in a thin line, his golden eyes narrowed with disapproval. The way he cracks the knuckles of his right hand, as though he can't wait to use his claws on something, serves as a subtle warning. Good thing, too, because he's not inclined to waste words on Marina at this juncture.]

Explain.

[Yes, the brochures were a help, but Sesshoumaru vastly prefers to have a face to go with the information. He's never dealt with a computer before, and if there's a flesh-and-blood presence of any kind he can hold responsible for his abduction, he will be more than happy to demonstrate just how annoyed he is.]

[ooc: I am still on hiatus, so replies will be slow.]

You know, I think you missed a few crimes. You also appear to have missed that I've already been tried and sentenced by an authority that, though it pains me to admit it, is in a better position to serve as my judge, jury and executioner than whomever you might be. Does parole mean nothing to you? How is it justice to remove me from my family and friends and leave them vulnerable with a replacement unwilling to live as all youkai must be prepared to live if they and those dear to them are to survive? I am willing to forgive the kidnapping. I am even willing to forgive the seals, uncomfortable as they are. I am not willing to forgive your placing my mother in jeopardy.

[ooc: First, Kurama does not recall his time here during Fourth Wall. Second, I am still on hiatus, so replies will be slow. Please be patient. Thank you.]

Ahh, how unreal! This is unbelievable! It’s almost like the premise of a video game except this is real life! Just think of all the possibilities that could come from a set-up like this! The forbidden romance between two criminals; a boy and a girl trying to find their way home, all the while seeking comfort in one another as the dream of ever finding a way out gets farther and farther away! There are so many possible scenarios it’s almost unbearable!
 
If only Anri-chan and Mikado were here with me! She would be perfect as the leading lady beside me and him the perfect sidekick, supporting us in our perils as we try and keep the flames of our love alive while spending eternity together in this cold, dark prison! [Which is a strange thing for someone who is standing in broad daylight to say, but he’s on a roll so let’s not question this statement quite yet.] I suppose in their absence I will have to find others to replace them.
 
I’m sure that won’t be too hard. In a prison full of such lovely ladies, there must be many of you just dying to win the love of someone as handsome and loving as I! Yes, I can see it now, every one of you has some trait that makes you worthy of my love. There is no need to fight over who gets the part as my leading lady, though! There is more than enough of me to go around for all of you and I am more than happy to accommodate all of you. [And with that, there is a wink and the cut of the feed.]

[an image of a young man with black robes appears on the video communicator. He's chained in restraints and sitting on the edge of a bed, looking rather bored, and a bit pleased that he'd worked out the device]

Such a very nice welcome, or so it would seem. This world looks like none that I have become familiar with, nor does it look like a time that I am familiar with. Greetings, companions. I am Raistlin Majere.