[ Sounds a little panicked ]

Guys! Guys! We have a problem!

I've got dropping life signs in Sector Five!

((ooc: The request for help consists of a DF member (or members) coming in to break up the fight.))

[The video clicks on to a close up of Joker's red grin, it shakes as he reaches forwards, placing it on the desk. He's clearly in the library sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His makeup and dirty purple suit is mostly intact, and he slicks back his greasy hair when it falls in front of his eyes.]

Well hello there.

You know, I thought. I thought I was in Arkham, but this place is very, very different from my cell. [His gaze flickers about the room.] It certainly is much nicer than my cell in that dreadful place. [He grins.]

So tell me, [he licks his lips] where are we? Hm? What is this place? Who's in charge? Who thinks they're in charge? Ahmm. Don't be shy. Tell the Joker all about your rules.

If this is anybody's idea of a funny joke--Hey. Guess what?

I am not laughing. [Nope, she does not sound amused at aaaall. This is slightly marred by a soft groan, however. She's been trying to fly consistently and failing at it, never mind the other powers not working... Do not want.]

This is Supergirl. Anybody feel like explaining? Better be fast.

Rao. I feel like I was hit over the head with a train. Again.

-- Good morning inmates. It is the 76th day of the third generation. [It's hardly the even, dull tone that's become routine to hear at the start of each day, but in fact more terse and distracted; the sound of one who is clearly busy and has little time to stop, even to do this]

An error introduced during inmate GIR's time tampering with the system has been thrown. Individuals who have been or who are in the process of being investigated by this system are being brought into the dome. Please do not be alarmed by their presence as it will only be temporary, but may continue throughout the day.

I apologize, but as this malfunction must be corrected immediately, I will not be able to address all of your requests, questions and concerns, unless in an emergency situation. [And, it abruptly cuts off]

[[ooc: Just to remind everyone, info and rules concerning this event are right here and here. 4th wallers will not have welcome messages or baskets. Go to it!]]

...is it over?

[The Engineers sound kind of tired right now. In fact, that female voice just now sounded hoarse. Probably because...]

This has been the best day ever. In -- in the history of our system!

Yes, yes! [A brief bit of renewed giggling as they consider it.]

You all should have seen yourselves at the dance party. I think -- I think I hurt myself laughing.

It-- it was really the best.

What a wonderful change of pace! And the pizza? That was inspired.

Can this one stay in charge?

[--then, more laughter.]

Hi everybody... not to put a damper on anyone's afternoon but... I just had a question.

[ Pause. Deep breath. ]

Um... where's the blood gone?


((ooc: I'll be going to bed soon, but threadjacking is a-ok with me.))

HEY! What the hell? There's no food in here!

[Guess who found the empty kitchen in the shelter~.]

[*Open only to those invited by Euphie]

[Early Morning, Before the Breakfast]⁽¹⁾

[Ribbons was in a buzz and a blur as he made sure that the buffet table is all set -- food (croissants, rolls, cheeses, omelets and breakfast meats, fresh fruits and salad) and beverages (water, fruit juice, tea, coffee, hot chocolate and milk for the younger ones) being served at their right temperatures; china, silverware and linen intact and spotless; flowers fresh and tables and chairs arranged at proper distances.

He wore an eggshell blue shirt with white pinstripes that was rolled at the sleeves and charcoal slacks and pants. As the bots moved around, there was a look of concentration on his face as he made sure a blossom in one of the the floral centerpieces was not drooping too much...

Later, he shall be by the door, sleeves back in place, making his two-tone black-purple tie is in order, ready to welcome the arrivals with bots at the ready to serve drinks~]


[Breakfast Meeting]⁽²⁾

[Once all the invitees have arrived and have at least been served drinks by the bots, Ribbons shall tap a butter knife against his glass of fresh orange juice to call for attention --]

May I have everyone's attention please...?

To our founder, Princess Euphemia li Brittania and to my colleagues, good morning. We are here today not only to make each other's acquaintance, but to celebrate the opening of the Marina Academy and our first day of classes -- a day that marks the beginning of a new chapter in this prison. This shall be a start to an era of nurturing minds and bodies.

I hereby propose a toast -- [Ribbons raises his glass --] to you and your good health, ladies and gentlemen, and to the enduring success of Marina Academy. Cheers!

[And after a tip of his glass and a sip, he shall motion to the buffet table with a little bow and the attendees can get their food~]


( OOC Notes )
 

Um... hi, everyone! I hope I'm doing this right...

[Saya clears her throat; she sounds a little nervous, but determined to ask this. She needs advice!]

For anyone who has brothers or sisters -- or anyone who has any ideas, really -- what does it take to be a good sibling? What kind of things should you... do? Um, together?

[A bit of rustling due to nervous fidgeting. Hopefully Diva didn't hate her after she ran off the other day.] Anyway, thanks.

[It's Suzaku and Shirley's (surprise) birthday party, being held over by the pools where they usually spend their mornings swimming. There's a large waterslide, a volleyball net bobbing in the water, glowsticks and floats and other pool toys in the water, and the area has been decorated cheerfully.

There's also a breakfast buffet, provided by Lelouch -- with a single, somewhat out-of-place pizza better fight for it, C.C.! -- and cupcakes in lieu of a cake.

This is open to any friends of Suzaku and Shirley, and anyone on the defense force, since... Gino got some of you guys to help set up. Thread amongst yourselves, enjoy!]

So, ah, good afternoon, everybody!

I just wanted to let people know that I talked to Acumen, and it approved of the paintball game idea. [ Yay! Excited! ]

So, I've put a sign-up sheet in the shelter's common room, and anyone who wants to play can just sign their name. When I've got enough names, I'll put everyone into teams!

I don't know if people have done paintball before, but if you have, there are going to be some rules that you might not be familiar with. [ Hesitates, then more firmly: ] I'm taking responsibility for the safety of the game and all the players. So, if you want to play, you'll have to follow my rules.

But I'm really excited about this, ehehehe. I think it will be fun.

[Propped into a sitting position in his bed, Fou-Lu rests, recovers, and thinks. Colorfully bruised and bandaged as he is, he's still much better off than yesterday. Between cure spells, his divine regeneration, and a difficult night's sleep, he looks only miserable rather than death warmed over--and given the wounds and blood loss he sustained, were he not Endless, he certainly would have been killed several times over.]

[The bulk of the morning had been spent staring out the window, trying to decide how best to discuss yesterday's events with... anyone, really. Between the slumber party and those who avoided going outside thanks to the monster threat, he has a far smaller pool of people to be diplomatic with than he likely would otherwise. Rumors will certainly spread, and if he earns a reputation as a murderer, so be it--that basic title is nothing more than fact, and he doesn't especially care if people fear him. But Xellos had to die, whether or not they ever comprehend the reasons why.]

[Open Voice]

I offer mine apologies to those whom encountered the battle last night, especially if thou sustained injuries due to it. It is my sincere hope that such a scene need not be repeated in the future.

Ye of the Defense Force, and the bystanders--if any has a wish to speak with me, I welcome it.

[Filtered to Minako, Amaterasu, Zelda, Lacus, and Ryu.]

I am in thy debt. Shouldst thou ever require my aid, simply ask it.

[Filtered to Ashton and Jennifer.]

I've retrieved their remains.


((OOC: The Xellos fight log is still in progress because Lena is sick and will be out for the next several days, but since we already know how it will end (with a big dragon, character death, and the retrieval of Gyoro/Ururun's remains), I'm hoping we can handwave the precise blow-by-blow details for now? ♥ Action is immediately open to his housemates, but he won't turn away anyone coming by with flowers/candy/questions/counts of assault.))

Ah, ah, ah. Now when a supervisor tells you to go and find a certain person, he should remember to, maybe, warn the employee about these kinds of things, right? Not that I'm complaining. It makes things all the more...interesting. [ He chuckles at the thought.]

Anyway, how do these things usually go? Hi, I'm Reiichirou Shiba and I'm eighteen years old. I'm a student at Haichan High. Please take care of me~

[ Let's have Shiba at a random place somewhere with that pesky ball and chain wrapped around his ankle. Okay fine. He's in the park. sob I'm lazy ]

[ the softest click. ]

First, I wish to express my most sincere gratitude to His Imperial Majesty Lelouch vi Britannia and Her Royal Highness Euphemia li Britannia. [ her name might come first on the brochure, but Lelouch is the emperor; it's only proper. ] The pamphlet has been quite informative, and it was very thoughtful of you both.

I have only one question remaining, if there are any here who wouldn't mind helping out an old man. [ now his tone turns more affable, less stiffly proper. friendliness never hurt! ] The monsters that were mentioned. [ before all this confused noise started ] Shall I assume these are relatively new additions to the asylum? [ ♥ ]

[voice // open]
Did someone submit a written application to join the defense force? That is so cute! I kind of want to frame this.

[video // filtered to the defense force, which includes Hughes]
--And he included pictures of his daughter! Look at how adorable she is. [shows pictures of Elysia off on the video]

So how're we doing, guys? Anything to report?

Surely you know by now what I'm about to do.

[ Giggles ]

Ready for this boys and girls? I promise it's just a little different from the norm.

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Your crush. Significant other. Whatever it is you wish to refer to them as...

[ Should you guys be worried? ]

How did you establish it's them you wanted? What drew you to them in the first place? Do you think it can last?

[ Not as much as usual, it seems. ]

Sorry, though. I have nothing to add for personal experiences.~

Good morning inmates. It is the 68th day of the third generation.

Due to the damage suffered yesterday, some sectors will be undergoing repairs and the abilities of the responsible parties will be further restricted. This is the second incident in as many days, and unacceptable. Inmates, if you are unable to restrain yourselves, this system will have to do so for all of you.

... On a lighter note now, a Midsummer Fire Festival will take place today. It is an event meant to celebrate the hottest season, so the facility is decorated accordingly, traditional drink and food available in the kitchen and club, and a bonfire present in Sector 6. The remote units stationed there will handle any interference. Finally, at nightfall a multitude of fireworks will be set off, completing the traditions by igniting the skyline. It is inadvisable for those with the ability to fly to do so at this time.


[[ooc: Sure enough, the prison has been decked out in bright, streaming blue and orange decorations, and flowery wreaths. Some streetlights have been switched into maypoles with colorful ribbons in various locations, and getting to close to one may bring about the desire to dance. A large bonfire has been set up in one of the empty fields in Sector 6, heavily guarded by sentinels that will subdue any that attempt to mess with them or the fire. Enjoy!]]

[The video turns on, pointed squarely at Allen, who is sitting up in his hospital bed and looking rather the worse for wear; in addition to the usual scar on his face, there's a long bandage along his cheek, a bloodstain visible on his right bicep through the hospital shift, and another bandage just visible under the neck of the gown -- along with the black marks of his Innocence starting on his shoulder. But he is smiling, if not terribly happily.]

Good morning, everyone. I know that I worried some people yesterday -- and caused some more people trouble last night -- and I just wanted to let you all know that I was okay, and that I am very, very sorry for the disturbance.

[He ducks a little into a seated bow, and then flinches. Stupid bruise.]

...I would especially like to apologize to anyone who was hurt last night. What happened was my fault.

I should-- probably also speak to the people on the defense force about what happened. So, please contact me.

[After a beat, he switches the video off.]

So, I guess that explosion in my dream was an actual explosion then. I kind of got used to them with Anissina's lab not that far way in Shin Makoku. [Sheepish laugh] Acumen said it was just terrain and buildings. That means everyone is okay, right? He wouldn't just skip the part where someone was hurt.

...Would he?

Does anyone know what happened?

Oh, and to all new people! You should join the baseball team! Or cheerleading I guess...

[Fail private to Joshua]
Hey Josh, so dinner tonight then?

[ Groggy Chuck is groggy. ]

Oh my God.... [ Groans and sounds like he's rubbing at his face. ] What haaaaaaappened...?