[ today, Yuri has an itinerary. included on it? the computer lab, the arcade, the clothing store, the training hall, Dani's coffe shop, and the club. in other words, all the places Yuri has spent any amount of time in since arriving, minus the Defense Force HQ. because if he goes there, Flynn will know he is... a... kind of member. and how would he ever live down that shame?

yes, Yuri is giving Flynn the Whirlwind Tour of Marina. starting as bright and early as he can bear, given that doing anything too bright and early tends to remind him of his days in the Knights and result in sulkiness. as he leads Flynn up out of the Shelter, he pauses, looking up at the sky with an expression of surprise. ]

--Hey, it's raining.


((ooc: Action is open! Tag the main post with your character at one of the locations they're visiting in the subject line, and you will get two boys! There will also be a main thread up top where they're just wandering around talking to each other, which is closed.))

[for the very first time in her life, Nena is in a library, and has spent more than 5 minutes there before declaring it a boring pile of horse shit. as it turns out, romance novels are fucking hilarious. who knew?]

I swear to god, you people are all completely hopeless. [waves a book around and winks at the camera. see? she has evidence.] It's like you don't know anything romance and guys and all that crap. How do any of you ever get laid? [not that it applies so much here, but...]

'Oh, what if he doesn't feel the same way?', 'I'm just not good enough for her', 'Oh, whatever shall I do?!'. [she mostly stuck to the trashy books.] Pathetic, seriously.

So, I get that this'll be hard for you all to understand, but I can totally help! I'll even be nice and make it super easy for you; just give me you're problem, and I'll tell you what to do! Ask away! [V-sign!]

What are your thoughts on mixed bathing? Marina's full of it.

[a chuckle. today, Judith has made an amazing discovery. no, really. there's the sound of splashing water in this feed, before she speaks again.

otherwise, you can just hear the amusement in her tone.]

It's a little strange that everyone seems pretty laidback about the subject, all things considered. Usually, people are a little bit shier about that. [she doesn't sound all that puzzled by it, though--she's pretty lighthearted about the entire thing, all things considered.] Why not have a Jacuzzi party? The indoor bath is fine too.

[yep. that water splashing is actually her hand pushing at the water in the outdoor jacuzzi, and she regrets nothing. feel free to come find her, if you're so inclined.]

It's good to relax sometimes.

((ooc: and in my derp I forgot to mention... feel free to mingle with other action threads!!))

[It's a virtual haro-fest over in the park! Anew told a couple of people she'd be around with them, and so here she is. She has Thomas, her blue haro, Frederick who is Lyle's green one, and even Lacus' Pink -- although he's smaller than the rest, baseball sized, while the others are more like a basketball and literally if Neil's orange Haro were to join them!]

[She realizes she should let people know she's here, so a video feed kicks on, showing Anew sitting on a blanket and the three haros bouncing like huge colored popcorn.]

Haro! Haro! Tag! Play, play! Friends! Visit! [ain't they cute?]

Anyone who was interested in visiting with the haros, we have a nice spot in the park. They like playing tag, if you're interested. [short and sweet.]

[...and she might be hoping that a few people who talked to her about standing up for herself might remember her and come, too. She needs all the help she can get.]

[this feed begins with a rather determined looking face, belonging to a rather determined girl. she's in front of the koi ponds, seated nicely on one of the rocks.

did I mention she looks determined?]

From what I understand, many people here have been wrongfully convicted. It is one thing to convict a Princess of a country with little warning--but it is another thing entirely to convict several innocent citizens with no prior trial.

There are circumstances concerning our crimes. Sometimes they are a necessity. It is for this very reason that one cannot simply take things into their own hands, deciding the fate of so many people on their own! If people wish to be tried and participate in your punishment, then it should be an option that is presented to them. A choice.

Acumen--I speak to you, personally--these actions are unjust. I ask you to see your wrongs, and cease this behavior!

[she pauses here, looking less determined and more calm.]

To the people who are here--thank you for both the pamphlet and the welcoming basket. They were extremely helpful. If there is any way I can assist here, please, do not hesitate to inform me.

[and with that, the video finishes. she sighs, a bit shakily, looking to the koi pond behind her.

how the heck did she end up in *prison* of all places.]

[Tear's been awake and listening to the network for some moments before speaking up herself, piecing the current situation together while sorting out the meshed memories of where she really was last, the conflicting recent events of here and home-- home being extremely concerning. Her voice is composed though, if a bit quiet; hard to guess she's trying to push down that lovely headache and general motion sickness feeling]

I believe I can now emphasize with inmates who have the issue of being brought here at the wrong moment. A little more time before having to return would have been appreciated-- as well as a more appropriate place to arrive.

[There are worse places than the beach. Unless one happened to be in the path of the incoming surf before waking up, and then it's not so great] But I suppose I should at least be grateful that it's warm out. The water would be worse in winter weather.

[Getting up sends her head spinning and she has to pause, but dizziness be dammed, she won't be just sitting around in damp uniform all day. So first things first: the clothing store, it's closer than the shelter. And ideally, someone at least half-way trustworthy will respond while she walks, so she can ask for an accurate report of whatever events and get caught up. As she dusts some of the sand off of her, she idly realizes that the Colonel almost doesn't fit that criteria. --If he's even still present]


[[ooc: Catch her at the beach, or on her way to the store if you want action /o/ jsyk I'll be tagging sparingly until later]]

[there is a young man in plate mail armor standing outside the ice cream parlor, looking more than a little frustrated as he sits at an outdoor table, reading his pamphlet. when he finally has read all that there is to read, he manages to get to his feet and toggle the video function on. he might look a little like Guy if you've met him, but his expression is contained, reserved]


Greetings, everyone. I'm-- My name is Flynn Scifo. [conscientiously leaving off all titles, etc. he isn't sure what kinds of people could be here, and he may well be alone] I've read this pamphlet, and I appreciate the information within, although of course I find it -- a little hard to believe.

Am I to to understand that there are people here who have crimes committed in the line of duty, or to protect others, and who are still being arrested as criminals?

And-- if anyone knows of a way I can seek to correct my list of crimes, I would appreciate it. [he sounds somewhat put-upon] I realize that it won't make any difference, but all the same, I would like it to be known that I most certainly have never poisoned anyone. [mortally offended right now]

[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.

[At nightfall GIR wanders the park and the beach, spying on people and secretly DESPISING THEM from afar. Honestly, all this? When they're trapped? Are they honestly falling for Acumen's little games? Eyes twitching, GIR emerges from the bushes and starts to walk along the beach, looking otherwise unapproachable. Feel free to approach him anyway; it's a nice night to engage with people, right?

...Of course that might be hard to do while he tries to shoot his lasers at the fireflies zipping by. Of course he doesn't have lasers installed at the moment, but GIR is still trying hard, squinting at the balls of light and aiming bright red light at them in RAGE.

After a while, he flickers on the video function,]

HUMANS.

Is this the best you can do? Festivitiessssss. IT IS AGGRAVATING. YOU AND YOUR FOOD.

[He now points to one of the fireflies.]

What is this. ANSWER ME.

[ 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. ]

Thanks, I guess, to everyone who helped me out when I first got here. This isn't really what I pictured prison to be like.

[And with that out of the way - ]

Does anyone know anything useful about trap-making? --Hypothetically, of course.

[He's the guy man with the plan.]

[Sitting at a free table within the arcade, there's a long haired girl in a large hat, shifting a couple cards on the table, all of them face down, though the backs are unrecognizable. Her expression is a little down, small shoulders slumped as she gives a disheartened sigh.

When she looks up she smiles though, eyes fixing on the video feed. At the very least her words and expression are sincere.]

It's starting to get a little bit late, but there aren't any set curfews in here. Is there anyone who would like to play a game with me? Anyone can play!

[Her grin becomes a bit enthusiastic.]

I promise! It's sure to make you feel great!

[once the line is open she hesitates, like so many times before she finally had the courage to click the button. Anew quickly double-checks the filter, takes a deep breath,]

Does anyone mind answering a question for me? I know it's a little personal -- [just say it]

Is it a hard thing for you to stand up for yourself?

[ look, it's the weird kid again. today he is making a point of jumping about, because he is unrestrained and free and hanging loose. hell to the fuck yeah ]

This prison only has beautiful people in it. I didn't know criminals were so pretty, but I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.

[ clicks his tongue ] Hey, uh, Allen? Thanks.

[ more clicking ] Oi woodlouse. How're them cramps?

[Have a dramatically loud whipcrack, Marina! Fuuma is in the park, showing off just the tiniest bit. He loops the whip back up easily, gathering it around his wrist. It's long and slim, carefully hand-woven.]

--I think I owe someone lessons~?

Oh, and -- where's that fellow who passed out yesterday, while I'm at it? Nena's unconscious friend.

( Could be OOC offensive, see text below. )

[OOC: Hey all, this is not meant to be offensive, just putting up a disclaimer~ Tavros is just horribly misinterpreting this word, so feel free to stress the seriousness of this, or to mess with him, either works.]

Excuse me, ah - Marina. My name is Guy Cecil, I'm the attendant of Luke fon Fabre. [He's been awake for a little while and taken the opportunity to gauge the area, deciding it to be of reasonably little harm.] If anyone has seen him or knows where he is, please contact me as soon as possible -

[He's seen something.

The feed clicks off.

A few minutes later, it clicks back on, and his expression is wholly different -- animated instead of calm, excited rather than peaceable. He's also seized one of the drones by the arm attachment and is holding it up, impervious to its minute squirms.] This is amazing, is everyone seeing this!

[The drone tugs out of his grasp and goes back to picking up trash.

Guy coughs into his hand very pointedly.]

--As I was saying previously; anyone who knows of Luke fon Fabre, please contact me immediately regarding his whereabouts.