[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]

[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]

Good evening, Marina Asylum.

Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.

( Marina's Criminal Survey )

[After her shift, she thinks about going to the sewing room, but Road's dress is finished and she'll just ruin it if she starts putting in 'finishing touches' all over the place. Since she's got no other projects going at the moment, she decides to head home and practice her ocarina. With Saki gone, she might not be able to make it to the music classes after all, but she can always ask Acumen for another ocarina. She'd like to keep up with it.

She's sitting cross-legged on her bed with the door closed, hoping the sound doesn't get through, as she begins to play the notes she learned at the last music class. Her fingers still don't seem to want to do what her brain tells them to, so there's an audible pause between notes, but she's getting quicker. And she thinks she's got the breathing pretty much down.]

[After Ushiro's thread]

[She has to go for a walk. She's got to clear her head. So much has happened in such a short period of time, and - she's mostly elated, but fear is catching up fast, and she refuses to let that swallow up the happiness. She's got a boyfriend. Ushiro is her boyfriend. She deserves to be happy right now.

Anyone is free to catch up with her anywhere and make her fluster!]

[His voice is soft, inquisitive, and free of any expression of pain. That wound this morning may as well have never happened.]

What is in a name? Sounds. Letters. Identity. Reputation. Expectations. Limits.

Would you rather defend your name or your life? [a pause] Provided you had the skills in which to do so.

[He wonders if Sasuke is awake now, listening.]

{OOC: He is hiding away cauterizing licking his wounds in private so Kitty certain people won't find him.}

What has to happen before the Defense Force deems it necessary to lock a person up? Apparently, the man who assaulted and tried to murder me was not considered enough of a threat. Maybe next time he attacks they'll put him on the watch list. As if that will do any good. How is anyone supposed to feel safe when there are people like that allowed to walk free with not so much as a warning? I can't deal with this. I will not be a part of an organization this ineffective at what it claims to do. I quit!

[She breathes heavily from her hospital bed, both arms bandaged with one in a sling. If only there was a table she could flip for emphasis. Just as well, she'd only end up hurting herself. She glares at the screen, lowering her voice.]

Allelujah Haptism, I hope you get what you deserve.

[True to his word, Ushiro packs up his stuff. It's not a lot - mostly some books and notebooks and pencils, with a few changes of clothes. It's easy enough to find a box to put them in.]

[He drags the box with him, managing to wrestle it down the stairs, and manages - with a number of breaks - to get to the shelter. He pushes it inside, and then flops down in a chair, leaning on the box. Soon enough, he's fallen asleep.]

[Someone want to wake him up?]

[Her conversation with Minako the day before taught her something: two worlds can be very, very similar, with only a single difference. That got her thinking about a question she's had for a long time, and only made her more determined to find out the truth. Did anyone else go through what they did? Is there someone else here from a world with the game?]

Um, excuse me... this question might seem weird to people who don't know what I'm talking about, but there is a reason for it.

Does anyone here come from a world with... giant robots?

[Did you know that you can do pop quizzes in a physical education class? Cain is certainly glad to prove it. Today, everyone will be drilled on everything they've practiced and learned so far until they're sweaty, lightly bruised, and/or tired.]

[Newer students will be given a much easier test than the ones who have been around since day one of the class, and those just joining today will be tested on their existing skills.]

[Before and after, Cain is his usual pleasant self, willing to chat people up and offer friendly advice. But during class, he'll be absolutely no-nonsense about working his students to see how much they've learned.]

((OOC: And yes, threadjacks where appropriate are alright!))

[Wisely has no words for this fuckery.]

[Oh wait, yes he does.]

...I need help. My life is in danger.

[fyi, you have never heard Wisely this serious before. Look at dat face.]

[After her rather catastrophic breakdown in the athletic center, Nakama skulks back to the house and slips inside, trying not to make too much noise or attract anyone's attention. She feels - mortified, above all, but also weak and raw. Maybe she needed that. She doesn't know. But it's all come out now, all that emotion she was trying to close up and somehow wash away with her attempts to help others, and now she doesn't know what to do.

Her face is swollen and red, making it quite obvious that she's been crying, and she's slumped over as she tries to make her way to her bedroom. It's obvious that something inside her has broken.]

[Conan's making the rounds of the dome, trying to work around the rolling blackouts. He wants to have an accurate mental image of everywhere; maps are useful, but they don't tell you what the people are like, or whether there's a hiding spot between this bush and that bench, or exactly how many steps there are in a building. These are things he needs to know if he's going to have any luck dealing with the real criminals in here.]

[He's currently enjoying the gardens of section 4; he doesn't plan on spending too much time here, since it'll require a more thorough exploration than he can give it right now if he wants to get to the rest of the sections today. But it's a nice place, and he's debating picking up something for lunch to eat while he's here.]

[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!]

[hey Marina, Subaru kept ruining batches of chocolate-- he's not very good at it-- and waited too late to mail out all of his Valentine's presents... as such, now that he's finally perfected a few batch of delicious cookies, he's packaged them up and is delivering them on foot, running as fast as he can to see everyone! They're cookies in batches of five, adorable little heart shaped chocolate chip cookies wrapped in red paper with your name on them. He'll be delivering to: Kamui Shirou, Kamui, Subaru, Fuuma Monou, Seishirou, Fuuma, Venom, Tamaki, Kyouya, Kaito, Orihime, Axel, Buffy, Gamzee, Kobato, Suzaku (plus ones for Euphemia!), Lelouch, Sakura, Juri, Ashura, Nunnally, Mileina, Fai, C.C., Allen, Lavi, Jun, Maya, Nena, Aqua, Jennifer, Cain, Jeanne, Lacus, Yuuki, Alice, Conrad, Naoya, Dean, Saki, Zero, LEOPARD (can you even eat them), Miranda, Duo, and Feferi. And that is why this is backdated to morning, I'M SORRY DON'T HATE ME.]



[[note: I basically went through his threadlist and picked out everyone he talked to that I thought was still in the game, so if he's talked to you, is on good terms with you, and you're not on the list, you get chocolates too! SO YEAH, like half the game gets chocolates. Feel free to talk to him while he's en route, too, trying to track everyone down!]]

[lalala it's Valentine's Day and Orihime is the chocolate fairy~*~ She has made a ridiculous amount of chocolate and candy and treats for all her friends. She is on a quest, traversing the dome with a basket held out in front of her to hand them out to everyone. She's singing to herself as she goes, in a good mood. She is so pleased that even with her arm in this condition she was able to make more than enough to go around.

Annnnd it is taking her mind off her broken hairpins lalala~!

Orihime is also wearing very obviously feminine clothing today so that nobody has to feel threatened by her chocolate. :D ]



((ooc: the following people get goodies -- Hitsugaya, Rukia, Nakama, Ushiro, Lacus, Rayflo, GIR, Venom, Lyle, Yuuri, Ryoji, Kid, Evo!Kitty, Mileina, Sasha, Kanji, Touma, Kaoru, Hikaru! also you, if you have a decent amount of CR with her but I have forgotten you on this list! you are also entitled to a little bag of candy if you are in the sewing club or the defense force. just say where you're running into her!

and finally, if you're not on the list but still want to ambush her / say hi / bully her into giving you treats, you can also tag ♥ ))

[ sheet rustling sounds followed by a yawn. ]

I think I'd like to skip over the rest of today. People in this house get up too early. [ pouty ]

[There’s just sniffles at first, as a little girl tries to reconcile over 600 hours in her world with several days in interdimensional prison. She wishes the six hundred hours were just a dream, but her wrist is broken and splinted, which can only mean…

Suddenly, the whole prison gets to hear heartbroken wailing.]

Equiuuuuus! [It’s the only comprehensible word amongst the sobs.]

[[OOC: OH YEAH spoilers up the wazoo for Homestuck]]

[Surrounded by butterflies in the dim light of the pavilion, small, luminescent spheres fill the air, floating on invisible waves, like fireflies only brighter. Amidst the fluttering Yuuki stands in the center, holding an arm out where several have landed. Eyes stare ahead, head tilting back as though staring toward the night sky.

Still she speaks aloud, aware of the device.]

Meetings are really such fragile things, aren't they? They can be so brief and fleeting. Even if you have all the time in the world. I wonder why it seems to rush, here.

[And quieter, softly:]

Or why it seems to leave others behind.

[Ushiro slips into the house, trying to be quiet. He doesn't want to run into anyone, because he doesn't want to have to explain the bandages on his face. Tch… it was his own damn fault for throwing the first punch, but that doesn't make him any less angry.]

[Hopefully the others were still out doing… whatever it was they were doing.]

[[ooc; Open to housemates and whoever would be in the Bleach/Bokurano house. :Db]]

[Cain is in the dojo as usual, waiting for his students to assemble. Once they come, he'll let them know today's lesson plan as they gear up and select their swords, surveying those who have arrived.]

For my returning students, we will combine both the strikes and parries we've been learning and begin to incorporate more footwork. Remember, it's all about balance. You're welcome to take the dance class if you find yourself lacking in the necessary graces. [He is 100% sincere in this, if his lineface delivery and casual pacing along the ranks with his hands behind his back don't drive the point home.]

I'll continue to work individually with the newbies to catch them up to speed, so I'm going to start heavily encouraging you guys to practice with one another to get those basics down.

And then we will watch our veteran sword fighters spar with one another. I trust you'll all be duly attentive to their technique and try to learn something from them. [And now he stops and smirks.] Other than how to attempt to bruise each other's rib cages.

Questions, before we begin?

[[OOC: As usual, put before/during/after in your headers! Please feel free to threadjack/tag fellow students and people there to spar as you'd like.]]

[Her talk with Roxas that morning ate up her tree-minding time, so as soon as her shift at the DF is done, Nakama heads to the park with her giant watering can. Once she done her watering, she sets the can down and kneels in front of the tree with her head bowed, murmuring quietly to herself.

She never knows what she's going to say until she gets there; sometimes she speaks to the other pilots, sometimes to the members of the world she destroyed, and sometimes simply to her mother. This tree has sort of come to represent the outer world to her - it's become a connection to things she's lost as well as a memorial. She hopes it's alright to use it that way, that it doesn't dilute its original purpose.]

[ guess who's still not 100% recovered from the "fun" on day 102? Marina's friendly neighborhood English teacher, that's who. today seems like a good day to have a quiz! he has pencils and test papers ready for people when they come in.

and for now, he's just going to doze against the tree. ]