[ The day so far has been noise, noise, noise. But those who enter Marina’s pizzeria will find the atmosphere strangely… quiet. Overtly quiet. Perhaps it’s peaceful to some – to others, it may be eerie or suffocating. Whether or not you resist or adhere to this silence, most sounds fall short quicker than they normally would. Outside, the clamor returns.

Others may be enjoying their meals at the various tables or coming to pick up orders. One of the aforementioned diners happens to be an older gentleman, something of a rarity in Marina. His dark hair is slicked back against his skull and his skin seems tighter still against his bones. In business attire, he looks much like a man who’s affording himself lunch after an important meeting. A metal-tipped cane leans against the table’s side.

Largely, he seems like no one particularly interesting, just one of the many shades Marina has pass through from time to time. He cuts his pizza apart methodically, his gaze technically on his plate, but far away. He never cuts anything bigger than a bite from his pizza, and takes time after every third bite to dab delicately at his thin lips with a napkin.

His communicator is sitting, abandoned, on the table. Don't worry, though. He'll be able to understand anyone who dares to approach him. ]


(( OOC: Tags will be slow-going since today is a busy day for me! For anyone who isn't familiar, this is Death, from Supernatural. ))

[Someone just woke up in the butterfly pavilion. He's laying quietly in the grass, watching the brightly colored wings fluttering around. One lands on his nose and he sneezes.]

The achievements of man are astounding. Although I have not had many encounters with humans in my time, I would have never dreamed that any species could have the ability to create such an impressive place. [A sigh and the tiny hint of a smile he'd been wearing for that opening statement is replaced with a much more stern expression.]

My name is Mufasa, king of the Pride Lands. [And now that the introduction is out of the way.]

I do understand that punishments are necessary for those who commit crimes, however, I cannot stay here right now. There is danger far closer to my family and pride than I would have ever expected. As a king and father it is my duty to protect them and make certain that this danger is unable to reach them and that they are safe. I fear what conclusions they may come to if I do not return soon. If I could only do this I will make it my priority to come back here and carry out my sentence.

[ there is a small green lizard current on one of the sidewalks next to the park. he is really not sure how he got there, considering last he remembered, he was on rapunzel's shoulder as they crawled their way out of the pub.

he's kind of scared, not gonna lie, and really he just wants to go hooooome. he's so alarmed and out of place he's not even bothering to camouflage himself.

so please, pay attention where you walk and try not to step on the small green thing? ]

[It isn't unusual to see odd things in an abandoned warehouse. This video shows a strange lump of leathery blackish-green, with gleaming ivory points interspersed over it. A closer look reveals that it seems to be some sort of thoroughly unnatural creature, as though some terrible accident of evolution had allowed humans, dinosaurs, birds of prey, and Swiss Army Knives to mate. A long spiked tail, taloned feet and powerful legs, clawed human hands, a serpentine neck topped with a bullet-sleek head and fanged, razor-edged serrated beak..... and scythe-like blades absolutely everywhere, from forehead to elbows and wrists to knees and tail. This creature looks like nothing so much as a living weapon, violence incarnate, a nightmare crafted into flesh and bone.

Hellish red eyes slowly slide open, then snap wide to inspect their surroundings, and the entire scene lurches violently; the creature must have been laying on the button-side of its communicator before it righted itself. Another dizzying burst of movement proves that the creature is big, seven feet tall at the least, and built far more powerfully than most humans could ever hope to be. It's leapt to its feet now, head sweeping back and forth to survey the dusty box-strewn room, an agitated sweep of its tail sending the welcome basket behind it flying as its contents scatter across the floor. It doesn't really seem to register the text message on its communicator at all; it stops mid-reach for the communicator as the basket clatters away, whirling in surprise and raising its arms threateningly as it searches for the source of the noise.

No enemy presents itself, but the creature throws its head back and howls, the sound somewhere between a fearsome deep-throated roar and a raptor's rising shriek. The warehouse catches the sound, echoing it back in a series of madcap, eerie distortions. The creature bristles and lashes its tail as it keeps watch, arms held poised with their blades raking out, ready to strike.

With how thoroughly alien the creature is, it takes a very keen observer indeed to distinguish between the rage and aggression it seems to be displaying, and the sheer defensive terror that's actually spurring it on.]

Kalashi! Kalashi!



((OOC: Jara Hamee, one of the first free Hork-Bajir from Animorphs. No specific canon point unless it's necessary. He's really much sweeter and stupider than he appears here--but also quite illiterate, so all these welcome materials aren't doing much for him.))

[Naoya is quiet as he sits underneath Amaterasu's tree, looking up at the leaves. He's been here a while... and if the seasons keep advancing as fast as they have been, it'll be his birthday again soon before too long.]

( tldr Naoya is a thinky emobutt about things. )

[He sighs, and tries to direct his thoughts elsewhere, rubbing his face in frustration.]

Ah, um, hello! My name’s Yako Katsuragi and I’m a detective from Japan. I’m new around here but I’ve got the basic idea of this place, even if I still can’t help thinking this is somehow Neuro’s fault even if he's supposed to be back in Hell thanks to the brochure. But I’ve got a small question.

[ here Yako’s eyes intensify, clearly whatever this question is has to be of the utmost importance. ]

Can someone direct me to where I can get some more food? That welcome basket only lasted me five minutes, I’m so hungry. And do we have to pay for food around here? Because I don’t have that much money on me after my favorite takoyaki stand raised their prices... Why do I get the feeling they only raise their prices when I'm there.

[Afternoon|Open]
[Even from several meters down the hall one may be able to smell the aroma of the shelter kitchen. Anyone who enters will see the steam lightly blanketing the air from the plates and platters covered with food. It looks like someone has been cooking for hours--and she has. Rapunzel moves around with a closed, distracted focus as if she's not paying attention to everything she's doing. The food still comes out perfect--she could do it in her sleep.

But she hasn't even noticed that her smiley face chocolate chip cookies are all starting to frown.]

[Evening|Closed]
[It's after all the baking is done, the food packaged away as best she could--what she could fit anyway--and the kitchen cleaned that Rapunzel realizes that this distracted didn't work at all. She's gone and Rapunzel feels like she's lost all over again. For a moment there had been relief--she could do what she wanted now and Mother's overprotective shadow wouldn't be there--followed by guilt. How could she even think like that?

She goes to the only place that makes her feel safe. The clock tower. Roxas won't mind, will he?]

[Rogue is in a kitchen making bread dough. Her hands are bare and there's flour up to her elbows. She's got her hair tied back, a smudge of flour across her nose and she looks happy.]

I'm makin' biscuits and gravy from scratch in the dining hall if anybody wants some. I've got one batch that oughta be ready soon.

[Charles is in the education center in the midafternoon, determined to conquer its computers. He just needs someone to come along who knows about them so that he can lift that lovely knowledge right out of their brain. So he's waiting, sitting at one computer, shifting the mouse slowly and marveling at the way it follows his movements.]



((OOC: if you plan to tag, please fill this out? as described above, Charles really has no plans other than the subject of that permission post. tags may be slowed if I don't know your canon. /cough))

[The video comes on, and Allelujah is visible through some drool on the communicator. He has a bird on his shoulder, and he's smiling gently at it, before looking off into the distance.]

- really don't know what kind of bird it is. Maybe I should look it up.

[He pauses, and shakes his head.]

Of course I can't take her home. Akito's cat might get to her… it's kind of a shame.

[A rather scruffy little kitten climbs into Allelujah's lap, and his eyes widen slightly before he reaches down and pets it on the head.]

You're so small… kind of like how I used to be.

[There's a loud bark, and the communicator goes skittering across the floor towards Allelujah.]

Huh? Oh… I didn't realize I dropped it. Wait, is it record -

[He shuts off the video.]

[Someone wasn't too keen on this whole communicator idea just yet. Starting from Sector 0, Gin will be working his way around each sector (with restraints), looking for Don Krieg. You will know this whether you like it or not because he will be occasionally calling out his name. Help a pirate out/tell him to shut up?]

( Action; Early Morning )



( Action; Mid-Morning )



[Voice; Late Morning]

[Fun with buttons! Not with any real intent but trying to figure out how the communicator works, Zoro turns it on in a fit of frustration. He's already screamed and yelled, and been lost for hours now. It's been to avail finding his crewmates... or even a way out. Just the walls of the dome. He's really not a happy camper right now. Lost, crewless, shipless, swordless... it's a bad combination for Zoro's mood. ]

...The hell does this thing work? Tch... couldn't just use a Den Den Mushi and be done with it?

[And as he realizes this thing is working, he mind goes into its one-track mode. If he's here, the rest of the crew must be too, right? Without even addressing who he's looking for. Good job, Zoro.]

Oi, oi! Where the hell did you all get lost to? Let's get movin'. I don't care what this stupid thing says, we've got things to do. Like get our crap and get the hell out of here.

[With that, the feed cuts.]

(ooc: Feel free to run into him at any of these points! Just specify the time and/or location in the subject!)

[he's been sitting in the library, orienting himself; he thinks he's gotten a good grasp on the situation and that it's safe to use his communicator to chat. Charles is meandering through the library as best he can with his restraint on, observing the stacks]

From the Ivy League to the CIA to the big house. [a little laugh] It's quite an unexpected leap. I have to say this reading selection is a trifle lacking, but I suppose that's to be expected... Other than the material in my welcome basket, of course! That was quite appreciated. I love the sunglasses, they're a nice touch.

[--he is more than a little disoriented with his telepathy sealed off like this; things he could normally have picked up in seconds are mystifying him. but even though the welcome pamphlet talked about "powers", he's not comfortable just casually talking about that in public. he mulls over how to put this into words, and finally asks cheerfully]

So, come and tell me. Who else is, or was, excited by all this far-out technology? I can't be the only one who was astonished to see half a dozen computers in this library, each of them small enough to fit in my arms! And these communicators, they're amazing, just -- really amazing.

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[Ice-cream! She loved it. Loved it a lot. Maybe you've noticed? Yesterday when the ice-cream parlor opened, Gazelle magically appeared from seemly no where thrice (morning, afternoon, and the evening) with one goal in mind: to try each flavor.]

[And again today. Only she was even more set on her goal because Gazelle didn't usually mix well with patience and it was starting to seem like she was going no where with trying every ice-cream there was in the shop. So with a cone in one hand and the scoop in the other, she is currently working on adding to her already dangerous tower of six differently colored scoops of ice-cream, ignoring anything and everything else going on in the background at the moment.]

(ooc: Open to the aforementioned morning, afternoon, or evening times to separate people/work with your character's timeline if needed! Please specify?)

[While #10032 showed up around the same time as the other new inmates, she hasn't made much of an effort to get to know or contact anyone at the asylum. Why? She's been too fascinated by what the city-like prison has to offer. She read the brochure, so she's vaguely aware that this is a place she shouldn't want to be in, but at the same time, she doesn't want to object her placement here just yet.

Even among her shared memories, this is her first time outside of Academy City. Her first time experiencing a place outside of what she's used to. Despite how it's still similar to her home with the numerous bots and the high technological influence, it's still a new environment. So she's spent the last day toting around her welcoming basket (and still toting it around), curiously observing everything she comes by, albeit, with a straight face.

But what's catching her attention right now is sector 2's pet cafe -- so many animals in one place, she doesn't know where to start! She keeps her distance, kneeling by the edge of the animals' roaming area, trying to call them over. Unfortunately, any animal that comes within a reachable range stares at the girl's hand fearfully, then runs back towards where it comes from.]

[[ooc: Feel free to approach her, whether it's about the animals, the welcome basket, or anything else your character feels like noticing! Since she's been wandering, you're welcome to be creative and run into her anywhere else -- just state it in the subject!]]

Why - why would Acumen arrest a ghost? I don't think it makes much sense...Ghosts should be able to move on, right? I don't think it's fair to keep one here with m-me - with people. [does she sound a bit stressed?]

I really, really, really hope Acumen doesn't arrest any more...That would be the worst.

[Anyone who passes through Sector 1 will see Sakura slowly inching along the way. She's just left the headquarters and she's on her way home. It's dark and she looks more than unhappy being outside. In fact, she even has her wand out - just in case.]

[ooc: there is a 99.99% chance that Sakura will flail and accidentally hit you with her wand if you sneak up on her in the dark. She's had a traumatic day okay]

[ after waking up in a koi pond, and then simply lying in it for long enough to guess what happened -- which didn't take very long, really; he doesn't remember said pond, but he recognizes the sky of the domed prison well enough -- Murata has begun to suspect Acumen doesn't like him.

oh well... he climbs out of the pond and drips on the grass for a moment before turning on his communicator. ]

[ voice ]

The koi pond is a very nice addition to things, I must say. Though I think the fish might be a little angry with me!

I think I should probably take a bath...

((ooc: Open for both voice and action tags!))

[Way to go Tavros you finally managed to figure out how to work that communicator, how about you use it now and find out what's happening?]

I uhh, am a little confused, as to what's going on, but I think the confident thing to do, would b-be to ask? I am in this new place, are there, uhh, other people here? Convicts? Or uhh, p-people like me that are unsure as to what they did wrong? Because I do not really do bad things, so, I am not sure why I am here, but I guess I had to do something wrong t-to be here, so, uhh, that might be why I am here...I like all these cute animals though, they are nice...

[The rambling is probably a little hard to get through, but Tavros seems to shut up, waiting for some sort of response as he digs through the basket some more. Hey, maybe that feline close by would like a pretzel?]

[He tries to coax a cat over to him.]

[It's not really working... Probably a good thing to, Tavros is a little allergic to cats...]