[ "Principal Lee" found it quite strange that the library only contained general information. Too general. Almost sanitized.

Though he has to admit, the cleanliness of the place was impeccable. If it weren't for the buzz offered by this strange device on his head, the silence would make things perfect.

He cannot sense Master. He could be glad, but he was worried since he cannot keep an eye on him.

This is troublesome. Very troublesome indeed. The video feed then opens to a handsome face, framed by well-kept golden hair. ]

I do beg your pardon, but would there be a place here where ramen is served? Or perhaps some good tea?

[ Bit of a bashful kind of smile~ ]

I find myself having a bit of craving, you see.



(( OOC: Here be Frankenstein of Noblesse. Pardon as replies may be slow ;; ))
 

VIDEO ▶ ACTION

[ she's been spending much time observing the communicator since she's arrived, refraining from appearing until now to gather as much information as she needs (though really, the brochure that came along with the basket is already more than helpful). but at least now, she knows who to expect to react when she decides to show up. ]

My, my.

[ lottie smiles malevolently widely, crossing one leg over the chained one and leaning forward to the camera. behind her is a familiar view of the park. ]

So I suppose even pretty girls get chained up even before they get to do anything. How terribly unforgiving.

But I do wonder now what I'm being chained for. [ she tilts her head slightly to one side, her smile now lopsided. ] Big Sis hasn't committed anything gruesome since 100 years ago after all. [ a pause. and then -- ]

I know! Why don't we play a game of 20 questions? Perhaps Big Sis will find out the reason that way. [ she giggles. ] And perhaps more.

[He’s dusty, dirty, covered in blood, but he’s still calm as he takes in the situation. This isn’t the time to get angry—it’s not the time to lose his cool as M-24 would say—but he can’t stay here. The gift basket is almost mocking him—a little consolation prize for being royally fucked over. The only reason he doesn’t smash it under his heel is because it might be useful.

And from everything he's heard so far, he doesn't think he'll find a fine print that says "And this is how you escape." He turns on the communicator, a little frustrated.]

I guess breaking the warden to get out of here isn’t going to cut it, is it.

[Not a question. It’s the obvious first response. How to get out. How to defeat the one holding them there. But it won’t be that simple, he can tell. But he's been listening. He's heard some of what others were saying to the "newbies." Guess he's one of them.]

Che. [damn it.] Is there a way to figure out what’s happening back where we come from? Or do we have to go straight to the head? [He was in the middle of something important and if he can’t get back there now, he really needs to know what went down.]

...........This is such a weird dream.

[Shinwoo is staring dumbfoundedly at everything around him while the welcome message drones into his ear.]

I must have fallen asleep in class again. There's no way I'm in jail. I knew I shouldn't have let Ik-han talk me into watching that movie last night.

[He's tempted to pinch himself but....what if it actually hurts? It seems safer to just go along with the scenario for now. Besides, any second now, Teacher's going to bellow out his name and he's going to pop out of his seat, drool still clinging to the corner of his lips. Right?]

............

If this really is a dream though, can't there at least be ramen in it? [A slight whine.] I'm hungry.

[Yuuri is still hanging out at the baseball field after that morning's practice going over things with Murata when he makes a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!]

We need more baseball players!

Who else wants to play that isn't already? Or who just started because sometimes I forget to actually write it down or tell Murata. Oh! That's right. Murata is back to be our manager again. [The video pans over to another Japanese boy. Wave to the people, Murata. And now it snaps back to Yuuri.]

Suzaku, we should probably talk about when we're going to have our games before it's suddenly winter or the field is covered with dinosaurs or made of marshmallows or anything like that.


(OOC: I try to keep the roster up-to-date, but sometimes I fail, so if you should be on there but you don't have time to tag in ICly, just drop me an OOC note here or in IM or plurk.)

[Ritsuka is sitting with his feet up on one of the couches (don't worry; he took his shoes off) of the first floor shelter common room with several large stacks of photographs arranged on the cushions beside him. He has paused in the middle of sorting pictures, if the stack still in his hand is any indication, and switched on his communicator. He frowns thoughtfully down at the pictures that have already been organized, then at the stack in his hands, before addressing the video.]

What's the best way to put memories in order? If I organize them by person, I'll get the days mixed up, but if I put them in order of day it'll be harder to find the ones I need of a particular person. [Not to mention Ritsuka's getting increasingly frustrated looking at the ones missing their timestamps.]

If anyone has an idea, I'd like to hear it.

Hey. Did anyone see Anya yesterday? If you don't know her, she's about-- [he holds his hand up, this tall] --with pink hair and red eyes.

I talked to her this morning and I'm trying to help her with something. [doesn't feel right to just say it like that] So-- I guess that's it.

[crappy day yesterday has been compounded with breaking up with Axel today, so he's the least friendly right now, and he looks about as cheerful as he feels. but he is going to get this done, something will go right with one of his friends, he's going to help Anya figure out why she can't remember what happened yesterday]

[Having gotten used to the place a little, and fixed her sleep schedule from its previous relatively out of whack state, it occurred to Minako today that she hadn't properly introduced herself to the other people in the dome who might not know her. So, she decides to make a proper introduction post today, to both fulfill that purpose as well as inform those that might know her from before of her lack of memories of the place.]

[And so, after taking a deep breath to prepare herself, the feed clicks on to reveal the gently smiling face of Minako, seated by the side of her bed - it's fairly clear that it's not one of the Shelter's, for that matter.]

Good afternoon, Marina~ I've been here for a few days now, and I just realized I haven't properly introduced myself! [an awkward little grin, a hand reaching behind her head to rub it a little, before putting it down again.]

So! My name is Minako Arisato, and I was a second year high school student before I ended up here! It's nice to meet everyone! [an informal half-bow, and a brilliant smile as she says this~ Those that know her from before might feel that she seems more than just a little off, even with the contents of this post aside.]

[she takes a deep breath, jogging her mind again on what she wanted to say with this post.] Oh, and... [she pauses, just a little hesitant] I heard that I've been here before, so... To those I've met the last time I was here... I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything from then... Still, if you'd still like to still be friends, we can still be!... [she's starting to get more and more unsure...]

So um... That's all I have to say today. Thank you for your time! [another brief half-bow, before she gets up from the seat, and moves forward to end the feed with a beep.]

[ it's getting late (although not that late) and Fou's frowning at a thin grey box and shaking it. Huffing, she sets it back down on the table and flicks on her network device ]

All right. I give. How the hell are you supposed to make this thing play?

[ someone's been bored and feeling restless all day. She's still an artificial being after all. It's not healthy getting wet! And if until she figures it out, she'll just be sitting flopped down on the couch and glaring at it. glaring ]

[ video cuts in on Riku in his room in the shelter, curled up on the edge of a sofa with quite a few books beside him. the light isn't on, but since there are various candles around with a dim glow, he can see--not that being in darkness would scare or hamper his sight, anyway. kid walks around with a blindfold and can see, after all. his knees are bent and his feet stay on the sofa. besides a sweatshirt with a hood, the bottom portion of his face is obscured with a yellow scarf. he doesn't seem bothered by all the clothes he wears. ]

Do any of you live alone, or with the friends you have here? [ he looks at the camera afterwards. he shifts, not really caring if his question sounded personal or childish. ] And if you live alone, do you like it?

[ private: to Roxas ]

Can I talk to you?

[ /private ]

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[ And today's transmission reveals... about 90 minutes of a one [1] restrained young man staring, possibly without blinking.

Suddenly, action, as our fellow approaches the communicator: close-ups to a (left) red eye, fingers tapping the lens ( knock-knock!), a nostril sniffing the device, and finally, a peek of his...teeth and tongue... as they seem intent to bite - no, don't do that, it's unsanitary - phew, he's decided against chomping the lens and in favour of ---

...giving it a tentative lick.

Nom. Nom. Nom.

Sadly, the camera is not delicious enough, and he backs away. ]


...no tea.


[ Yes, okay, you've won the battle, evil not-tea machine. But the war has not yet been fought until both sides of this shiny, shiny card are displayed before the camera! ]