[ the third time had been no easier than the first. though, this time, Kamui refrains from letting the entire prison know it. he doesn't want anyone's sympathy, or anyone's scorn. and no amount of railing will bring Subaru back.

he'd forgotten to say goodbye, though. he wishes Acumen would have at least waited until he was awake to take his twin away.

Kamui spends most of the afternoon and evening in the park or by the water, shredding blades of grass in his fingers or watching the dolphins go about their day. he'll have to return to the apartment by tomorrow; he has to take care of May. but today... he can't stomach being there. ]


((ooc: Open to all interaction! There will be a closed thread later on, but in the meantime, free to all takers.))

Does anyone know what kind of food is best for kids?

[Anyone near the convenience store can find Kamui standing outside and studying the storefront curiously. He knows that his favorite snacks when he was a kid were fruit, but he's not really sure what would appeal to other kids any more. Better to ask, he suspects, than guess blindly and risk wasting food.]

[If you know him, you can probably hear a little bit of the confusion his voice, even before he really admits to it. At least... Subaru tries to sound composed. Here he is, alone in a particular sector of the dome, frowning just slightly though his tone is otherwise calm.]

That's strange. I don't know if I'm sure how I ended up here...

Kamui? [Not fretting, he hopes. But, ah--

The view shows a big better and you there's the fish at the koi pond, the vampire sitting down on a bench near the edge. He laughs a little, just very softly now.]

I'm sorry. It seems I've been assigned to keep the fish some company.

Eh... there really are a bunch of people today.

[Lifting a hand she scratches the back of her neck, turning around to glance at the many other people in the park. There hasn't been this many new arrivals at once for a while, has there? Despite looking a bit daunted by the numbers, she practically glows, beaming. Her appearance is brighter than recently, less tired and worn. She's confident back, straight as she stares into the device cheerfully.]

Morning, Marina! Today I wanted to make an announcement. I wonder if this is a good time...with all the confusion. But if we're all stuck here for a while, might as well--!

[Lifting up a colorful sign, it's adorned with many different rainbow colors and bunnies, with the word 'Ethics' written in the center of it all.]

Ta-da! Starting in a couple of days I'll be teaching my very own class. [They'll let just about anyone teach, huh.]

I'm teaching ethics! The program was put together by the president-- ahh! [Looking embarrassed] I mean-- [She falters again, nearly saying 'Headmaster' before catching herself] Kaien Kurosu, and I think with everyone's unique backgrounds and the diversity represented it could be a really good thing.

[Giving the peace sign she flashes a wide, toothy grin, fangs clearly visible as she glows.]

Everyone should attend! You don't have to worry about it being crazy hard like math or something. It'll be fun. And... Oh yeah--!

[Lifting a finger into the air, just remembering:]

I almost forgot! It's mandatory for those on the defense force.

[ the feed flickers on to a worm's eye view of two very small arms holding up a large and heavy backpack. once they're dropped on the floor, the child holding that backpack places her hands on her knees, gasping for air.

her head is bleeding, messy brown hair falling around her face. after she regains her bearings, she pushes her hair back and pulls on her clean linen shirt anxiously, fixing the shorts that are too big on her body, held by a clothespin.

she looks green and finally ends up falling on her rear, out of the camera's view. those who have been there before may be able to notice that she's in a room in the library. ]

A prison? But I thought no one knew about the bank. [ she mumbles to herself, voice quiet and with a London accent. ] I don't want to be here.

[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?

[Kamui hadn't meant to make himself so sick, and yet he'd managed it anyway. The last few days had been an indistinct blurred images while he was awake and restless dreams while he was sleeping -- and he'd done a lot of sleeping, feeling too pained, warmed, and exhausted to want to stay up for very long.]

[When he wakes up again on the morning of day 126 he's pleased to find he feels like a solid mass of heat and misery than he had last time he'd stirred from his rest. Talking still hurts, a little, as he discovers when he tries to call Subaru's name and gets no further than 'S' before he cuts off and grimaces. Right, no talking above a whisper unless he needs to.]

[But surely he's well enough to walk, yes? Kamui slides out of bed and stands gingerly. He can at least make it to the kitchen, he thinks...]

(ooc: feel free to catch him in the bedroom, in the kitchen, on his way to the kitchen, etc.)

[Hokuto had just gotten home and laid on her bed when she suddenly remember something. She had never mentioned anything about helping out with costumes for the talent show and wasn't sure whether or not Kohran had let anyone know yet either. Sitting up she flipped on the video with a smile and a small laugh.]

I can't believe I almost forgot again. But anyways-

For those who have volunteered for the talent show I agreed to help with any costumes or clothing that you might need or want, or if you need help coming up with something. Afterall we should all look our best while we're up there on stage performing. It shouldn't take me too long to get measurements or anything if you would like something special.

So just let me know and we can work something out.

[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.]

[if you're a morning drinker (or perhaps a singer?), you might see a strange sight at the club. A man with long red hair in a longer black coat lying prone on the stage, all the spotlights shining right down on him as if he were the star of a play.]

[Or, if you're out walking the sectors a bit later, you might happen across a disoriented General Cross, badly enough off to actually stumble, one hand falling on the nearest wall. Very uncharacteristic. You might see him rubbing at his neck, as if he's looking for something that should be there.]

[Did Cross finally meet a drink that didn't agree with him? You don't smell a drop of booze, actually. Did someone finally give him a nice, solid punch to the cranium? Not exactly, but you're getting warmer.]


((OOC: Fun at Cross's expense, come and get it! Or, you know, help him. >> Just specify the location~ :3 ALSO, linked thread will likely contain warn-able things later on. ))

[Today she begins her work - she's got a large hand-lettered sign (MISSING PERSONS) and her first list of the missing, so she heads to the shelter entrance and pins up both. Then she turns on the voice function, putting on her best Official Voice.]

Hi, everyone, this is Mako Nakarai. I wanted to let you all know that, starting today, lists of people recently missing from the dome are going to be posted in the shelter entrance every morning. There's a big sign overtop, so you know where to look... or where not to look. [Since Acumen was so sticky about that point.] Go ahead and ask if you have any questions, or even suggestions like a better spot to put it or anything like that. I... I hope this'll help, even a little.

[Then she switches to private:]

Mitsuru? I got some information about doing the lists that you should probably know. Are you available right now?

((ooc: please note that names will appear on the list the day after the person disappears. you can find her in the shelter or call her on the network!))

[ after the beach... thing, he hadn't left his apartment until today. too many people, too much... ridiculousness... to deal with. he'd spent the time with May; looking after her and playing with her. she had been happy enough with the attention.

he'd done various cat-related errands this morning and now that he'd had a chance to be separate from... everyone else... he doesn't feel like staying home anymore. in fact, he's made his way to the club. despite his best efforts, he's curious about what that stupid hunter said.

the place is absolutely not to his taste, down to the music, but he stands at the counter and directs the robot to give him out of one of the bottles with clear liquid in it. the scent is strong -- harsh and sour. he dips a finger in the glass and touches it to his tongue--

and makes the most disgusted face ever. ]

[Starting from about mid-morning, the education center's craft room will be open and ready for the members of, and those curious about, the Sewing Club! Piles of fabric and patterns are there for those without inspiration, and of course, there are plenty of sewing machines open for those with it. There are also snacks and drinks set up on nearby tables, and relaxing but upbeat music wafts through the room.

There was a (handwaved) announcement earlier in the morning, with directions to the building and the room, so anyone is free to drop by and see what it's all about.]

((ooc: if you'll only be there for a short or particular time, please indicate it in the subject line! otherwise, just have fun XD))

[Link got an early start on the day. After all, there was much to learn and record, and Walker knew far too many people. They would each require at least some investigation, but he hadn't been able to remove the idea of eggplant pie out of his mind following his conversation with Walker yesterday.

Walker's plants were too young for produce, so Link had to seek the ripe vegetable elsewhere, and since a big kitchen is preferable to the one in their apartment, he simply stayed in the shelter's. Which is exactly where he is now, carefully making one eggplant attempt after another as well as some tried and true traditional cakes and pies. Some of the eggplant-infused dishes are very good, but nothing has met his high standards yet.]

You will find various cakes and pies in the sector 0, shelter kitchen. Limit one per criminal. [No, this doesn't apply to you, Walker.]

I would also be grateful for any recipe or advice on using eggplant in a sweet pie or pastry.

[ Do you like ice cream, Marina? Probably not as much as Subaru.

You see, she's sitting at the front of the ice cream shop, staring down what you hope is her first and only ice cream cone, as it's completely stacked with multiple different flavors.

And then it happens. She opens her mouth wide and completely devours the top scoop; there is barely a trace of it left on top of the one below it, on the stack. Subaru pauses, wincing the slightest bit before releasing the cold breath from between her lips with an ecstatic sound. ]

This is pretty good! [ Hey! She deserved it after the training this morning. She's still wearing her full gear, too: skates, glove, barrier jacket and all. ]

[ Morning | Computer Labs]

[ While Kohran considered herself a genius when it comes to inventions and the relatively steam-based technology of her world, she still finds herself a little stumped with regards to the more advanced programs Marina's computers offered.

She had no problems with word processing -- she's actually having fun changing fonts and colors around. She's also poking around a drawing program, doodling figures with her mouse. Somewhere along the way, she gets distracted by a game (must be the gears...) ]


[ Afternoon | Music Room ]

[ A few piano notes are heard though only key notes just going along with a voice singing an easy ballad* It was more for practice than a real performance, but she wouldn't mind company and sing someone a song. ]

[ She also takes the opportunity to call on a few people... ]

[ Voice | Private to Kaworu ]
Kaworu-han? I have sheet music I would like to show you. Do you have a moment?

[ Voice | Private to Hokuto ]
Good afternoon, Miss Sumeragi! I'm Kohran Li! May I have a moment of your time?


(( OOC: Open action post! Catch her at the Computer Lab or at the Music Room, just note it somewhere in your tag. Also, pretend it's Kohran singing for the sake of practice |D;; Her voice actually sounds like this. ))

[a shot of a bunch of papers with lots of lines scribbled over it. the perceptive may notice the horrible handwriting at the top, and the nicer, more even handwriting at the bottom]

I'm curious. [sweeps the papers aside and the camera trains itself on Kon's interested face] How good are the medical facilities here? I'm betting that it's a lot more advanced from what I had back home, but how advanced is it exactly?

[pause] Also, who do I have to talk to again about teaching a class at the Academy? [he doesn't have the pamphlet at hand with him to check]

[The screen is turned on to show a white ‘creature’ staring down at it. What exactly that creature is... Part rabbit? Part pork bun? Some genetic mutation? None of the above.]

Hey! Hey! Listen up! Somebody's got things all wrong! Mokona's not a criminal!

[Mokona’s little arms are crossed and there is a slight glare, although Mokona really isn’t that threatening looking although Mokona is trying to be.]

Mokona didn't travel, but Mokona woke up here! But Mokona doesn't remember how Mokona got to this place. And Mokona shouldn't be here. Kurogane was happy to share his food with Mokona so it wasn't stealing! And Mokona only wriggles around inside people's clothing because that's how Mokona communicates!

[An angry little noise.] Is this because Mokona is so popular? Mokona shouldn't be locked up because of that! And where’s Fay and Kurogane and everyone else? Iyaaaa. Did they get locked up too? Kuro-puu is a monster sometimes and s~c~a~r~y but Mokona doesn't think that he should be locked up either.

[A small noise.] Puu! And Mokona was being good and waiting for Syaoran to come back, but everything has changed again, and Mokona doesn’t think it is another dream world… but Mokona also senses a lot of strange things here…

Hello…? I think it works!

Uhm, I’m not sure what to say to all of this, to be honest… It’s a lot to take in all at once. That’s why Miwako waited to use the communicator until she was done crying. I think the first thing to say is “Thank you” to the welcoming committee for the lovely basket~ Miwako wasn’t aware that prisons had welcoming committees, or gave out jelly beans and hand lotion! That’s so considerate~

But you know, I never knew I was a criminal before – I guess most people Miwako knows are criminals, according to all this! I wonder if George is already here... He must be a super criminal, because he’s very popular and bisexual, but also drives a Jaguar! Sally is only a Cub, and Miwako still got arrested. They should have just given me a ticket, though…

In any case, I should introduce myself! My name is Sakurada Miwako~ It’s nice to meet you all, even under these circumstances… Is anyone else from Tokyo here? Maybe we’re neighbors~!

I wonder how many people in Tokyo are actually replacements for criminals, though, and no one knows it… I bet Arashi won’t be very happy with replacement Miwako… Poor Ara…

( Arrival—A short time before the voice )

I am given to understand this is a communication tool. If anyone from the Black Order is listening, this is Inspector Howard Link requesting information on [everything] our current situation.

If anyone else is receiving this, I have... [looking down at the welcome basket where he has already absorbed the contents of the brochure and taken survey of the various supplied products] cookies and sealed beverages I can trade for more details.