[ her tone is gentler than usual, as she's trying quite hard not to offend anyone ]

People are seriously- seriously managing to leave this prison and no one's recording it. Really, I think that's silly

I'm volunteering myself to keep a record of it, and I really hope that people will report these disappearances. It's quite interesting, really.

[Zinda's sitting at a table in the shelter in uniform, her boots up on the table, looking particularly displeased.]

So, what's the deal with how many kids are here? I don't mind 'em of course, some of them seem pretty dang bright and all, but i can't help but feelin' like it's wrong. Like the robot runnin' this place don't have his head screwed on right.

If he has a head, I mean. Dang technology. [She rolls her eyes, and the feed cuts off. But you can find her there for a good part of the afternoon, doing nothing in particular.]

[ in the park with a book, but right now he's just lying on his back in the middle of one of the grassy areas, arms behind his head and looking up at the "sky" and enjoying the "sunshine". has flipped his eyepiece away, so it's just the audio translator that picks up his musings. ]

Sort of strange, really, t'think that back home, life's moving right along without us. [ has wondered, sometimes, if his replacement's even Bookman's apprentice anymore, what with all those fraud charges the system's got him in for. if his replacement's incapable of lying, then he has his doubts. what if he's just a straight-up Exorcist, or just... doing something completely different. being "Lavi" forever. ]

... also, the hell is with the talking ponies? [ just in case anyone gets the strange idea he has the capacity to be serious about anything. ]

[the video feed clicks on to show what looks like a very determined, disgruntled individual. He's frowning at the screen, before he opens his mouth, letting out a loud, resounding--]

Objection! What evidence do you have that I committed any of these crimes? I don't remember being properly charged or a proper trial taking place! You-- you can't just ignore procedure and-- anyway, a life sentence for those crimes? That's ridiculous!

--and I don't even have children! [he sounds almost plaintive; some could say... whiny? for the final sentence.]

--I demand a retrial!

Good morning, inmates. It is the 109th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. The weather will continue to warm and today will be sunny.

Inmates John Egbert, Sakura Kinomoto, Teddie, Yosuke Hanamura and Yui Hirasawa, items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmates Greed and Lacus Clyne, the items you requested are available in the previously indicated facilities.

[First, you hear some music. The screen's black at first, but as the track builds up a tacky visual collage launches -- disco balls, champagne bottles popping, dancing silhouettes, followed by a text that burst into the screen with animated stars and confetti:

( pardon the large text & sparkles~ )

The camera then turns 180º to Gabriel against the backdrop of the Education Center. With a spin of the chair he was sitting on, and with a snap to the music's beat, he (and the chair) are now in the Club's dance floor.

With a hop, a heel-spin and slide to the middle of the dance floor, he greets the network with much gusto --]

Good day to you, Marina!!

I'm your new neighbor -- got here a few days ago -- aaaand what do you say to having a little get together at the Club? There'll be music...

[Slides over the bar and plucks a ready martini from a bot--] Drinks! ...

[-- sashays on over back to the dance floor in front of the stage.] Singing and dancing!

So come one, come all! We'll be here all day, all night!


( OOC )

Bluuuuhhhhhhhh.

That was stupid. And it's all your fault, Terezi. But I'll still give you tea.

[Yeah, it might be easier to just wait for the bluhs to pass and purretend last night didn't happen, but she doesn't regret asking for a catdaddy. And she wants to talk. So.]

I got my teapots! Now I can have a purroper tea purrty. With red tea and Tannya and snacks~.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 108th day of the third generation. The weather will be clear today, and warm with light rain during the evening hours. The system's software update has been completed.

As I recently modified the sexual relations ban to allow for relations under accepted circumstances, I wish to make clear that ignoring the ban is completely unacceptable. As such, punishments for ignoring the ban will be more severe. Inmate Saki Konishi, I am certain you have noticed your restraint by now. It will deter physical contact for the duration of one week. Inmate C.C., as you continue to disregard the rules of this facility, you have been fitted with a restraint that will permanently prevent contact.

Inmate Nepeta Leijon, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

[Well guys, here you have it. There is a cute fluffy bunny on the screen. Looks like it's been fed some clovers and a carrot. The chuckle that follows should be evidence enough of who this rabbit could belong to.]

I've been thinking about names for my new friend here and now it's definitely decided.

Without further adieu I would like to present to you all - -

Liv Tyler!

[Pause.]

Hey, Vriska? How's your cat?

[After thinking through whether or not it was a good idea for quite a bit, she finally decides that this would be a good way to find some things out - especially with the situation between herself and Minato. It would also allow her to uncover some other possible Persona users. After all, if there are other people here from her version of Japan as well, it could be possible for such a thing to exist? Especially since they seem to come from her future, after all.]

[Audio feed clicks on, for her to get just a single question in:]

What does the word 'Persona' mean to you?

[Here's hoping this doesn't end up with too negative an outcome.]

Hello! Goodbye! Don't cry over spilled milk! Stay in school!

I received a couple packages the other day, one of them from a my~ster~ious person. Uwah, mysterious person, I must be ever so special to receive something from you! Maybe it was someone who wanted to be my Valentine, but was too shy to come forward. How cute. Be still my heart!

Yawn. Is the soap opera over yet? If you ask me, everyone could use more special effects and sci fi! Put on some dramatic background music!

Let's play a game called, "Guess how many people are going to come scold me!"

It's okay if you want to scold me. I don't mind~. It's not my energy being put to waste, after all! To be frank, it flatters me when people care enough to try, as if it will really make a difference~.

It won't.


Eh, Josak. I guess I should say... Thank you.

[There is a clang of noise. Only, 'clang' is not a sufficient word to decribe the ripe cacophany of falling metal and squishy teen troll. The communicator comes on in just enough time to catch the loud and really rather angry vulgarity hidden in the middle of the noise.]

SHIT FUCKING FRONDBITER ASSFUCKS.

[The noise stops, except for the necessary little tinkle of metal just after you think everything is all over.

Eventually there is a groan.]

Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?

Rolling blackouts? Hah! [ She giggles, and it's a sinister sound. ] That's no fun~

Why not go with the prison-wide blackouts again? Those were the best! [ Raptors included. They were at least a challenge. ]

Hey~~~ Who wants to play a game? [ You don't. You really really don't. ] Someone tried to tell me about about 'Catacombs and Wyverns'. Anyone know anything about that? Looks like he chickened out~ [ You can hear her breaking heart. ♥ ]

(ooc: She means Dungeons and Dragons, but of course we can't call it that. >.>)

Shit...

[Vriska is holding her glasses, completely smashed and totally unwearable now. She's sitting under a small tree with a cat curled up by her side. Not that she's really paying it any attention, too caught up in her own whirlwind of thoughts and memories right now. It seems like her eyes and arm are back to normal (no more robot limb!) and her clothes are... colorful.

Sets the crumpled glasses on her lap and rubs at her temple, lips forming into a deep set frown. Headache of the century right here.]

Bluh!


[ooc; Guess who just came back from an update... She taken from her most recent point (highlight the next part if you want to be spoiled) after Kanaya punches her and is checking up on Rose.]

[She's down at the memorial gardens, sitting by her tree again. After a particularly long talk with her mom, she's prompted to ask:]

What were - or are, I guess - your parents like?

[Then, thinking of Ushiro:]

I mean, unless they were really awful or it's complicated or something, in which case... I'm sorry I made you think about it. Just pretend I didn't say anything.

[If you'd like to meet with her, the park is visible in the background, so you know where she is. Othewise, video is go!]

[Because someone foolishly released this child back into the wild, he is literally going wild. That is to say, he's running around the entire facility doing what John's do best: BEING COMPLETELY STUPID AND WASTING TIME. No joke, that's what he does. He'll be at this all day too, oddly enough. Actually, he'll be playing with the windy thing until he's more or less reduced to tired laughing and what not. Feel that random little windy breeze?

Yeah, there might possibly be the work of the giggling doofus over to the side.

Are random objects hovering for a short time?

Yeah, that's probably him too. At least for a little while.]

Man, this is kind of tiring. I don't remember getting this exhausted before. Maybe that's because I haven't had this thing for very long, but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to get this tired.

[Breathing heavy? Yupp.]

But who cares!? I'm free at least, free at last!

Guess I don't do well in chains. Hehehehe!



((ooc: Yeah... He'll be doing this all day. Feel free to run into him anywhere and at any point in the day.))

[video on to a familiar/unfamiliar face! he is smiling pretty cheerfully. if you know Fuuma, you know this guy. if you're one of the first inmates, you might know this guy! and if you're from TRC-- well]


Has anyone seen a sentient flying carpet around here? I think I got distracted for a minute, and it must've wandered off.

We were just getting to be friends!

[This guy looks pretty uncertain. He looks like he's about to speak, but clamps his mouth shut. Then he puts a finger up, looks like he is about to say something -- with conviction! -- but sighs instead. With a lopsided little smile, he looks at the camera in earnest.]

I'm about to have uh... a strange little request here.

[He enunciates every word. He really means business.]

Can someone please say, "April Fools!"? Or maybe, "You're on Candid Camera!" or even, you know, wear a sideways baseball cap and rush me with a camera crew and say, "You just got punked"?

...

Please?

[Heavy sigh, as his face takes on a look that's more peeved than earnest.]

Barring that, I'm looking for a guy named Dean. Man, we need to talk about your car.
 

I can’t believe this... [His voice is low, quiet. There is a lengthy pause before:]

This is awesome! Oh man it’s just like Poe! Going to prison like this for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Awesome! Now all I need is a plane and a few other fellow convicts and this will be the best thing ever to have happened to me! The ball and chain is wickedly authentic too!

[Pause.]

Wait. I thought I already reunited with my loving family. This is going a little bit backwards. [More silence before:]

Nic Cage! I have wronged you! I can’t follow your best work ever by the book! Damn.

[Laughs a little.] Oh, right. I guess people can hear me, huh? Hi! I’m John.