[ Have a peculiar looking boy with an extremely long nose looking very, very concerned into the video feed... This does not bode well. ]

O-Oi! Oi!

This is a joke, right? Prison? What mistakes is this thing talking about? And I've never heard of any "Eloquis Ocean." We're still on the Grand Line, right? Right?

Oi, Luffy! Luuuuffy! Chopper! Zoro! Sanji? Robin? Nami? They didn't get you guys, did they? I can't be here alone...

I-I mean! Not that this is anything that The Great Captain Usopp couldn't handle! I've busted out of twenty prisons just like these - even further under the sea! And I swam back to the surface, with my hands tied! I'd just rather not have to do it again - it's a waste of my time, you know!

Oh, god, am I really the only one here? Guys? I'm getting a bout of my I-Don't-Want-To-Be-In-Prison disease...

[ Claire is surrounded by happiness. And really what that means is a lot of baking supplies. She's very excited. ]

Sasha! Orihime! Okay, I know we never really agreed on anything totally final - but look! [ She pans around, showing everything the AI's gotten for them. ]

Everything we need to start a bakery business! Seriously, this is the most exciting thing that's happened since I got here!

[ Oh and maybe she should talk to everyone else. ]

Keep your eyes peeled, soon there'll be enough cupcakes to keep everybody in the whole dome happy!

[There on video is the sight of a somewhat more calm than last time troll. Instead of fear, anger is written on his face. His silly looking overbite probably cancels out the intended effect though. He doesn't seem to care as black eyebrows knit together.]

So, are we supposed to do anything vaguely productive or are we just supposed to sit on our fucking backsides and wait to die in here?

[He cards a hand through his hair, aggravation obvious.]

I don't even have any of my glorious movies here to pass the time, this is a daymare, oh my god.



[Filtered to Eridan]

Ampora, I met your moirail.

He said that me being ripped from my timeline and brought here means I have a second chance to make it up to you. I didn't really think of it like that and I don't really know how to apologize for something you haven't experienced yet, that sound fucking dumb. I mean, yeah, fuck, you were out of line and I'm not saying it's okay what you did, it's not okay that you fucking killed them. But I guess I'm saying I forgive you for it? You have no idea what I'm even apologizing and forgiving you for, so let me explain. Pay attention and prepare to get schoolfed.

Later on in the game you kill Feferi and Kanaya and blind Sollux because for some reason you get it in your damaged thinkpan (at the time) that that's a good idea. You fucking killed them, right in front of me. And destroyed the matriorb! I was too terrified to do a single fucking thing before you left, so I threatened you. I said some pretty fucking horrible shit to you, broke our pact and said I'd kill you.

Then Kanaya came back as a rainbow drinker or some hoofbeast shit and... well.. She cut you in half... With her chainsaw... I wasn't even around when she did it. The only reason I really knew was because after Gamzee snapped, he put all the bodies in tanks, chopped all the heads off the dead bodies and walked around with them... I couldn't fucking save anyone...

I'm sorry you die, and I'm fucking sorry I couldn't save you, or anyone for that fucking matter and even if you were a huge fucking conksuck murderous shitbag. I forgive you, I'm not going to hate you or other version of you for it, platonically or not... Everyone did a lot of stupid shit and neither one of us gain anything from me holding a grudge. I was thinking about it and I probably should be mad at you but there's really no fucking point to be anymore.

[Y e p, Eridan, that sure is Karkat looking nervous as all hell...]

[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Marina Academy Faculty - teachers, assistants, and other volunteers ): a notice from Gilbert G.P. Guilford.

[Oblivious to the bomb crisis because it hasn't even happened yet, thanks to a distinct lack of respect for chronology, PM is cheerfully going about her route while there is still some light out. Of note is a pure black sword strapped to her side with a makeshift sheath, but other than that one rather noteworthy change, she goes about her day trying to track down the various school faculty.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 152 go here!]

--back, Lee! [The network suddenly is greet with the loud clacking of something hitting the ground. There's someone breathing heavily and the sound of light growling.]

Lee, please, just--[Miranda lets out quiet noise--whimper? moan?--and then a deep breath]--Please. N-Now really isn't the time... Give th-that back?

[A muted vuul-vuul is her response. It would appear "Lee" doesn't feel like listening at the moment. There's movement, another soft sound that is almost definitely a whimper.] Give me that!

[There's the sound of a struggle, harsh breathing and growling and then the video cuts on, showing the ceiling as the communicator is jerked back and forth, the light fur of the vulpix's chest visible to the side. With a final tug it's ripped away and Lee lets out a whine of disapproval, but Miranda is suddenly in view, her face pinched in pain and hair everywhere. It looks like she's at her apartment complex but all that's visible is the stairwell behind her. Lee's prolonged whine sounds more like one of worry than annoyance. Miranda doesn't appear to be getting up anytime soon.]

{OOC: Someone fell down the wet stairs at her apartment complex and broke her leg.}

[Link is picking up a piece of wadded paper and shaking it at you. Yes, YOU! Littering is despicable!]

I strongly suggest with the cleaning only a few days complete everyone should do their part to keep it in excellent condition. If we are to be in prison we might as well be in a pristine prison.

[Ew, he's holding someone else's trash. Is that gum?]

H-.. { Okay, there's momentary static before things come clear into earshot. } Hello? Is anyone there?

{ There's some rustling in the background… } So, seriously – is this some kind of prank? I looked at the basket, everything that's inside of it, but – it doesn't make any sense. Is any of this really possible?

{ She pauses and there's more rustling. There's also the sound of a door opening and closing, and faint footsteps. }

Damon? { There's sincerity in her voice… Curiosity. She wants to find him, which is clear in her tone. } Look, is anyone out there? I know the brochure said one thing, but… It doesn't mesh. This place isn't right. I'm not even sure this is actually – did Klaus – Stefan?

{ She's grasping at straws. This is a pretty big change for her to undergo after everything that just happened to her, so she's a little… Not quite herself. } If anyone can hear me, please, respond. I need to talk to someone, to find out what's going on as soon as I can. Please.

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sanji: a letter from Miwako Sakurada.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Tieria Erde: a package from Sasha.
  
• Buffy: a package from Sasha.
  
• Raenef V: a package from Ryo Sanada.
  
• Euphemia Li Britannia: flowers from Ribbons Almark.

[The Shelter being closed to them is only a slight impediment to the mail, as PM is happy to make a special announcement before her usual route for delivery and pickup.]

[Video]

Greetings. [PM's demeanor is definitely more calm and serious than what most may know from her. Unless you are new, in which case, here is your introduction to the white-shelled carapacian mail-delivering queen. Which, by the way, is a non-sequitur that doesn't seem to particularly bother her.] As both an introduction and a reintroduction, I am the Prospitian Monarch--I operate the Marina Asylum Postal Service, along with the help of my dutiful volunteers. We are all very happy to assist you.

Mail will still be delivered today and tomorrow despite the unusual circumstances. I will do my best to find and deliver mail to those of you normally in the shelter! If I have difficulty, I will contact you directly. Please stay warm and safe in the meantime.

[PM can be replied to by video, or found in her mail route at all residential areas of the dome!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 145 go here!]

[Katherine is currently inside the generic clothing store in Sector 5, carelessly rifling through racks, shaking clothing off of its hangers and holding it up critically to examine before tossing it aside; if it's lucky it lands splayed over the tops of the surrounding racks.

She doesn't seem particularly discontented, or as though she's in pursuit of an urgent or specific goal. Just...bored.

And like she's amusing herself.]

[The Doctor has something on his mind, Marina, and it's something that he doesn't want to keep to himself. Is it important? Who knows? The Doctor could write a thesis on the significance of toothpicks if the mood struck him. What is important is that the Doctor is in the mood to share, so on goes the communicator, and he's off, following the latest tangent to get stuck in his enormous Time Lord brain.]

Spring cleaning! Well, all right, winter cleaning. It's a brilliant idea, seasonal cleaning. Spend a day or two picking up all of those odd jobs you left off doing until you can't ignore them anymore. I never do spring cleaning, or winter cleaning, or cleaning in any other season you might think of. Too domestic. I'm rubbish at domestics. Besides, have you ever tried to clean a time ship that's bigger on the inside from top to bottom? It's next to impossible. You'll forever be missing rooms that she's moved about and getting lost in the archived sections and distracted by stuff.

[Believe it or not, he actually did stop to breathe once during the entire speech, but only once. Respiratory bypass systems: they're dead useful when you don't want to stop talking long enough to top off your oxygen supply.]

[And Shinra, oddly enough, is smiling as he wears the headset.]

This is new! I've never been much for bluetooth systems, much less those with screens... How peculiar, though. I'm going to assume the screen's primarily for some sort of video or retina scanner, yes? Because there's not much else one can do unless this also acts as a viewfinder for light particles not seen by the naked human eye...

[Oh right. Nerd speak. And there's the whole ‘being somewhere unfamiliar' thing, the more important things to focus on! Koi ponds, places far too pretty to be the local streets of Ikebukuro, Japan... After his brief moment of distraction with the headset, his smile drops. Srs Bsns Shinra Tiem.]

As much as I appreciate getting to play with this new device, I'm pretty certain I shouldn't be here. Assuming whoever gave me this is who brought me here, I apologize but I can't stay. I have a date with my girlfriend tonight, and I'd rather her not find out I've gone missing.

[Unlike yesterday, the house today is lovely, a fit atmosphere for a tea party~ The doors are wide open and anyone who wanders won't be pushed out. For now. All of the rooms are free for perusal, except two, and the living room is home to a long table, fitted with a tablecloth, as well as a platter of cakes. The room is helpfully lit up by the many floating candles hovering in the air. Just don't go touching them or you'll accidentally cut yourself~]

[ooc: Road will be mingling with everyone, and there will be a tag for your character to tag her! Sorry for the late! anyone can tag! even the people who didn't respond to Road's invitation post! /o/ get those ac threads ENJOY]

[Allen is dragging his menagerie of golem, dog, and stalker unceremoniously along with him as he heads up the steps to Naoya's house and knocks on the door. he calls out, just seconds after knocking] Naoya! I hope you're interested in making lots of food for dinner!

[he hasn't told Naoya that he's coming or Link that they're spending the evening at Naoya's. he just felt like... coming over and paying him a visit, even if it's just over a meal for no particular reason]


((ooc: The tiniest minglepost! Backdated to early evening. If anyone needs to get in touch with Allen, who has otherwise been avoiding everyone he knows all day, a private post here is a good place.))

[Video]

[You are hereby treated to the sight of the most line-faced man imaginable, standing with his hands behind his back on some random street. Wait, you say, isn't this a little late for a newcomer post? Well, he's got a perfectly valid explanation to that. When he speaks, his voice is as flat and matter-of-factly as if he hadn't just found himself kidnapped and given a lifetime sentence at the bottom of a freaking ocean.]

I'd like to extend my thanks to whoever put together the information pamphlet. It's been… enlightening reading. [Beat.] For the gift basket as well. Thank you.

I've listened to the other newcomer posts and I believe I've correctly understood the basics. I have one question, however: what would be the quickest way of getting to know of any changes to our situation?

[Another – long – beat.] It's Owen Burnett, should anyone need or wish to contact me later. [That counts as being personable, right?]

[[OOC: So much for not spamming the comm. So yes, this is Puck, formally introducing his favourite OC to Marina in case he ever needs an alter ego. He's 100% human at the moment, but characters with such abilities may still see what's up. Just please don't out him in public?]]

[Allen managed to get to the shelter for breakfast as per his normal. He ate a giant mountain of food, as per his normal. He ate some candy, because it was there. And now...]

[Now he doesn't remember any of that. In fact, he doesn't know how he got here. He doesn't recognize any of the people. The communicator and the robots are kind of terrifying for him, so he skipped out of there and put the communicator away. He doesn't know what happened to his left arm -- why it looks differently, why it's working. Why he looks differently. Why he's older and the last thing he remembered, he was seven years old.]

[He doesn't even know why he's not hungry. That's never happened before.]

[A mistrustful Allen is wandering the streets now, with his hood pulled up self-consciously. Bother him?]



((ooc: sorry for INCREDIBLE LATE; here's memory-loss circus-era Allen. Allen will be speaking ~thick Cockney English~ so pretend I'm tagging as such even when I get too pained to keep typing it))

[There's some static at first and then audio, buzzing and krisssssssking with a familiar voice that does not sound quite the same.]

--me, h-how does this contraption wor--[and then there is video and a familiar face is looking with concern and confusion at the screen.]

Oh! [Blink. Surprise. A hand reaches up self-conscious to move a displaced strand of hair--almost as it used to tucking it behind something.]

Hello? Excuse me, I-I am not sure if this is working, but I do believe I'm lost. And I...I don't know how I got here. Am--Am I dead? Because this would be a rather awkward afterlife, indeed.

[Because heaven didn't involve being trapped in a body that wasn't hers last that she knew.]

Even if I... If that is so...this a mistake. Please. If anyone from the Order is here, I need help. Something is very wrong with me.

{OOC: Alma is suffering from memory loss! And has completely forgotten she is Alma. The memory of his past life are not all there, so she'll also been confused about that as she hides out inside the convenient store.}

[There are two rather distinct problems Anri is having right now.

One, the sweater she is wearing is suddenly much too large for her, leaving her with swinging, flapping sleeves and the hem getting caught around her bent knees.

Two, she cannot reach the top cupboard in the shelter’s kitchen.

A bit of climbing helps her with the second problem but only drives home the first, and her efforts for getting toward the counter are a bit clumsy. It isn’t so bad until she knocks over a small row of clean drinking glasses, sending at least two of them crashing to the floor.

Feel free to come investigate the noise. Just keep an eye out for the quivering child cowering over the pile of broken glass, trying to pick it up in her oversized sleeves.]


((OOC: De-aged plus memory loss! Because I am ridiculous.))

[this morning was harrowing, and Allen cleans the apartment a little distractedly now that it's almost time to go back to bed. Lincoln follows him around with some concern as he straightens up pillows, folds shirts, wipes down the countertops... idle chores that Allen isn't usually compulsive about doing. he's thinking, and for once, he feels like this is helping him think.

it troubled him that Link was gone in the morning, on top of the fact that someone he didn't know was here.

...after a beat, turning on his communicator]


[private to Suzaku]
Suzaku? If you're not busy -- I'd like to ask you about something.


((ooc: sooooo backdated. for Link and Suzaku, but anyone can private him here if you need to talk to him!))