[There's a loud 'whump' coming from the network as Kid flips on his communicator at the same time he drops a rather thick book from the library onto his desk in the shelter. He's long since ditched both his jacket, cape and tie, and while normally he'd keep the entire attire for dramatic effect, moving around the asylum is much easier when he doesn't have to worry about getting his cape caught on something. His hat and monocle, however, stay put. Gotta keep up the mask as long as he can.

Those of very good hearing may pick up on his grumpy muttering (although only a few words and phrases can be heard, such as 'stupid' and 'underwater' and 'who the hell would want to stare at fish all day?') as he plops into his seat and flips open his book.

In an instant, his grumpiness is gone, replaced with a steady and even smile as he addresses the video]

I apologize for not introducing myself properly yesterday, though I did manage to speak to quite a few of you in the some 30 hours I've been held prisoner here.

[He tips his hat at the camera with one hand and continues to flip through his book with the other]

For those I have yet to meet, my name is Kaitou Kid. Kid, for short. [He fully expects for people to realize it's nothing but an alias] I don't contest the crimes I've been convicted for, merely the methods of which I was captured, particularly when avoiding arrest has been my job for the past 18 years.

Allegedly, there is no escape from our grateful host. [Can you hear the sarcasm] But I find that hard to believe.

So I suppose my first question is this: does anyone know how many escape attempts there have been, and to what degree have any of them been successful?

[here is an Orihime! she is in a hospital bed and has a bandage wrapped around her head; her arm is in a sling and she's kind of pale, her hair hanging loose. lost]

Where... Where am I? Does anyone know who I am...?


[--ehe, awkward smile]

Just kidding... I always wanted to get amnesia after a head wound like they do on TV... But I guess I didn't this time either.

Um-- I'm sorry if I worried anyone yesterday when I didn't get home! Toushirou-kun, Kuchiki-san, I hope you were able to find the house okay... If not, I'll definitely make sure you get there tonight.

I just woke up and heard that I missed the whole day. So I didn't really prepare anything for the sewing club meeting. Can anyone from the sewing club take care of that so everyone can still go?

Let's see... Oh! And I was in the shelter, I think, so -- thank you, whoever brought me here! [ducks her head in a little bowww]


[clicks the video off! but she will clearly be in this hospital room for any visitors~]

[Rufus is sitting in a comfortable chair with a cup of black coffee, looking relaxed and in a rather good mood this morning despite the early hour.]

During my brief time here, I must admit I am curious of the crimes of my fellow inmates. No matter how righteous one may think they are, there was a crime judged harshly enough to land you here. [he smirks more as he leans back in his chair]

So tell me your crimes, though I'm sure some of you may either deny or embellish the truth, and I may just tell you mine if you ask nicely.

Good morning, inmates, it is the 102nd day of the third generation. There were no fatalities or life-threatening injuries sustained yesterday and Princess Euphemia has been arrested by the Defense Force. There is no need to be overly concerned.

After much deliberation, and as St. Valentine's Day will be observed soon, I have decided to amend the ban on sexual relations, to a certain extent. There is now a registration system in place, and inmates will be able to apply at the kiosk to form a sexual partnership. Permits will only be issued to inmates determined to be emotionally capable of a healthy partnership of that nature, and interested parties would be required to submit to a non-invasive sterilization procedure to prevent reproduction.

In order to prevent sex-motivated crime, an inmate will only be allowed to seek this permit once for the duration of their incarceration and with only one person. It would be a decision akin to marriage, and if the partnership is dissolved, no future ones will be permitted. As it is a choice that will greatly impact the rest of your life here, all interested parties are urged to consider this option carefully.

Inmates Miles Edgeworth and Yui Hirasawa, your requests can be retrieved at the entrance to Sector 0.

[After all of those Stopgas, Aqua definitely looks weary. However, there's one last thing she needs to do before she can get some much-needed rest.]

The Defense Force has taken Euphemia into custody. It's safe to go back to the shelter and return to what you were doing.

Also, please disregard anything she told you about Miss Inoue. She was hurt but taken to the hospital and should recover.


((ooc: This is a placeholder for replies from Aqua for now, but other DF people should feel free to threadjack))

[HELLO MARINA, it is night time and we hope you're sleeping well. It's been such a quiet night, hasn't it? Well, maybe not quiet, but it could certainly be louder than it is right now!

No? Well that's too bad.

Vriska has the video feed on this time, even if it's just black at first. That's because her headset is in her hair as she tries to turn it around to where it's supposed to be on her face. This takes about five minutes, interrupted every minute or so with a small fit of giggles.

There we go! The feed is now situated properly on her now. There is a light coming from the side (looks like someone replaced her lamp) that illuminates half of her.

Does she look a bit... uncharacteristically giddy to you?]

Okay... Okay, so. Thissssssss is really, really important. Okay? Okay.

[Pauses for a good 15 seconds, trying so hard... not to laugh.]

My arms... My arms are noodles!

[And then she breaks out giggling again. Oh dear.]



[As of this thread Vriska is now unable to respond to any more responses. ♥]

[ooc; TL;DR vriska dislocated her ankle and the hospital bots gave her medication to deal with the pain. she's just a little loopy and frighteningly excited about nothing in particular.]

[Saguru and Haibara have taken over one of the residental suites in the shelter, Saguru figuring that Haibara would be glad to be out of eyesight while wearing a restraint and both willing to rest while they figured out their next plan. Saguru had returned from the dining hall not terribly long ago with tea and biscuits for he and Haibara, and he was enjoying them while thinking everything over.

It was there that they heard Euphemia's initial post and the warnings that follow soon after, and after a glance at Haibara's fake name-- Sherry? that certainly fit a naming trend he was familiar with-- Saguru very calmly went over to the door, made sure it was securely closed, and then pushed the sofa over to block it. Just in case, you know; it pays to be prepared.]

That should hold, assuming she doesn't find a gun.

[and then a small bit of video, filtered to Kid relatively well.]

We've barricaded ourselves inside our room in the shelter, for now. If you should want to hide with us, you're welcome to it, but I imagine you still have tricks up your sleeve as far as disappearing outside goes. If you hear before we do that Euphemia has been restrained, the mention would be nice, although we're equipped to last out a few hours. I don't imagine it will take longer than that.

[and then a public video, so this post isn't completely locked orz-- but filtered pointedly away from Euphemia.]

I'm afraid that a time of crisis seems like a poor time to make an introduction, but all the same. I met a few of you earlier, but it seems there's quite a few more people to meet and a much more I should know about this.

I'm Saguru Hakuba. I'm a detective from England. [not Japanese at all, why do you ask?] Any extra tips you could provide to the situation would be appreciated.

[Izaya's a cunning, skeevy motherfucker. His voice reeks audibly of a bash-worthy smirk.]

Ahhhh~. I'm so flattered, I got sent to prison? How unexpected! I blacked out and suddenly woke up outside of Ikebukuro. So creepy~~. Aya, I wonder what I'm gonna doo-oo ♪.

[he ends on a sing-songy tone, fu-fu-fu!]


[OOC FYI: BECAUSE I'M FULL OF FAIL AND I HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO MANAGE ANY RP ACTIVITY TIL TODAY. ORZ. -PUNCHES SELF-]

[strained voice post, filtered from Euphie]

As I'd like to hope I don't need to tell anyone after that post, stay away from Euphemia if you are Japanese! She is a teenage girl with long pink hair, and she's under a spell -- a curse that forces her to attack and kill anyone she knows or believes to be Japanese. She's currently in the shelter and is heading for Sector 4, so if you're in that area, avoid her at all costs! She can and will attack anyone who gets in her way.

I need the defense force to take her into custody immediately, she is a danger to herself and others in this state, but her condition can be fixed! We just need to stop, disarm, and restrain her before she hurts someone, or engages someone who will hurt her.

--Please.

There... There are so many new individuals.

[She's a little awestruck, wide-eyed and enchanted. New people...! New people means people who are confused. New people means people who might need help...!

And so she's flitting excitedly around the areas she believes to be most frequented. SHE CAN FEEL IT! Her healing senses are tingling. At every corner there's a person who needs her help she's sure of it! Staring into the screen she's nothing if not enthusiastic.]

YOU HEAL HELP PLEASE LET ME!

[...OH! That came out wrong. A small flush, before she shakes her head, hair swaying this way and that beneath her large hat. Lifting her hands up she makes determined fists.]

That isn't what I mean...! What I meant to say is...

Welcome to Marina~ ♥

[She gives a sparkling smile, seemingly unaware that she herself has been gone for a little while now.]

I know the baskets help a lot, but if you're confused or need any help at all, please let me help you! I can give you a tour, or... or explain things, or heal your heart, or or or do all kinds of things. Let Kobato Hanato do all the work!

[And because Ioryogi thought people might take issue with this before, she decides to clear things up right from the beginning!]

Oh. And don't you worry. I am not a suspicious person.

[Haibara is sitting on the edge of the koi pond with a cup of coffee - typical disposable-type cup.]

[She is distinctly unamused, and the camera is carefully angled to be shoulders-up; she's not feeling like advertising the stupid ball and chain.]

There's a friend of mine - I don't know if he's here, but if he is, I need to find him... he's a little boy my age with black hair and large glasses... He asks too many questions and he's in trouble a lot -

[abruptly there's a second voice, deeper and older as a young man with tea-colored hair comes into the video frame.] --Are you looking for someone, miss?

[She looks up, has a processing pause, and a blink of recognition-] Yes - aren't you ... Hakuba-san? The detective that chases Kid? [Well, this should make things easier, she's heard about him.] I'm looking for Conan-kun....

[Saguru responds with an affirmative nod] I am. I just arrived here, as well--

[And just as abruptly as Hakuba's entrance into the video there's another interruption, this time in the form of a white blur falling into the video from above (and coincidentally right on top of the poor detective who was speaking). He lands off screen, but after a few seconds of silence a third voice can be heard mumbling very irately, 'Well, that didn't work...' A second after he finishes speaking, the feed finally clicks off.]

[ooc: everyone who voice/video tags gets three-teamed with responses! Enjoy.]