[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…

[So here's Kaien standing outside of the Kuran manor once more. He just heard the morning announcement and is rather startled by the sudden timeskip. It...only takes him a little bit to realize that he was one of those glitches. He had fallen out of Marina...and now he was back. He hadn't realized it was so disorientating.

He has a bit of a headache...but he switches the communicator on to [video]]

Ah, well... [You may know this familiar, smiling face.] It seems that I was one of those famous Marina Asylum glitches. [Oh so calm.] But I'm back now! I'm sorry for any convenience I may of caused. [He smiles and bows, despite the fact that the communicator bows with him.]

[Well, down to business.]

Yuuki~ ♥ Zero... You didn't miss me, did you~? [♥]

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[Since he hadn't gotten any angry calls on the communicator about someone burning down Kamui and Subaru's house, he's guessing the surprise party went alright. Not that he had sent an invitation to anyone he thought might cause much trouble on their own, but who knew with putting that group of people in a room together. Fuuma was pleased the plan had seemingly gone off without any problems though.]

[Now he was faced once again of his increasingly annoying problem of nothing to do. Figuring out how to roll a cake had actually taken up a fair amount of time and effort, which he was fine with. It was a nice distraction from the increasing lethargy he faced here. As he was now - "Kamui" - was not a state he was truly meant to actually live with. He had been meant to break all the kekkai in Tokyo to end the world and kill Kamui. That would kill all the humans living on Earth. Fuuma wasn't an exception. But here, he had no purpose. He could hardly hear a whisper of a wish from most people, the planet wasn't wishing for humanity to die, and Kamui was less than inclined to do anything about his "wish" to bring "Fuuma" back. He could only verbally and physically push so much.]

[So for today, his plan was to wander aimlessly until the celebrations Acumen had announced for later. At least with that he was almost guaranteed to run into someone. That always made things a little less boring.]


((OOC: There be a Fuuma wandering around the dome. He'll pretty much be just about anywhere this morning, save for the beach of course, so feel free to hit him up.))

[Subaru is going to head over and knock on Hokuto's door, huddling underneath his hat like it will hide the fact that he's been crying and looks like he's going to continue to do so. he's even wearing his normal coat, despite the summer temperatures.]

[later ;; ]

[Subaru had made plans to go get ice cream with Kamui, and it wasn't fair to not go just because he was upset-- so he's cleaned up and shown up, only a little bit late and worse for the wear!]

[Really, everything was going more smoothly than planned. Stalking the rooftops a little over an hour before the party was set to start had shown that Hokuto had managed to drag both Kamui and Subaru out of their house as requested. Really, getting both Subaru and Kamui out of their house for long enough had been the only problematic point in his plan. Now that it was taken care of, all he had to do was make sure they were well out of sight, and jump down to head across the way to their house. The front door to the house wasn't even locked. It was almost too easy.]

[Fuuma didn't bother setting anything too fancy up. He just tied a few balloons to the legs of the kitchen table, and taped a "Happy Birthday!" banner up on the wall - good luck getting that down later Kamui and Subaru, it's pretty obvious a tall person put it up there. He figured the party would be enough of an excess in Kamui's mind, so there was no point in going overboard with decorations.]

[Food, on the other hand, he had tried getting a bit fancier with. Not like he had anything better to do here. There's two red velvet cakes with butter-cream icing set out, a large quantity of vanilla ice cream, and an equally large fruit platter. It's rather obvious who the food was catered to, and Fuuma honestly didn't care that much if there was someone who hated all of it. Of course by the time people start showing up, he'll be gone anyways, so there won't be anyone to make complaints to.]


((OOC: It's Kamui's birthday! If you got an invite or word of mouth from someone who got an invite (AKA you just want your character to join in for great justice), feel free to tag in. This Fuuma isn't going to be at the party at all, so mingle with other people, bug Kamui, eat cake, and all that jazz.))

[Have a dramatically loud whipcrack, Marina! Fuuma is in the park, showing off just the tiniest bit. He loops the whip back up easily, gathering it around his wrist. It's long and slim, carefully hand-woven.]

--I think I owe someone lessons~?

Oh, and -- where's that fellow who passed out yesterday, while I'm at it? Nena's unconscious friend.

[ someone is standing in front of the ice cream parlor, on his way back from the convenience store. and he's just... staring at the sign, wondering when this showed up. ]

... what's "ice cream"? Why does it need a whole shop? [ sounds cranky that he has to ask about this. to be fair, he doesn't really get the pizza shop, either. or the ramen stand. ]


((ooc: Open open open!))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• John: a letter from Kohran.
  
• Roxas: a letter from Kitty Pryde (Evo).
  
• Sakura: a letter from Nakama.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Nakama, Ushiro, Sasuke (anonymously), vampire!Kamui, Fuuma (anonymously), and the Peregrine Mendicant: omamori from Subaru!
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Jun Ushiro: a copy of the survey from Sherlock Holmes.

[Action]
[As people around the dome begin to get up and go about their waking lives, there is one whose awakening was less-than-pleasant. She currently hurtles full bore through the dome, emitting a high-pitched noise of distress.]

Oh noooooooooo--! [The Peregrine Mendicant slept through her routes, and now she’s trying to make up for it with a high-speed scramble through the residential areas, giving every mail slot and mailbox a frantic once-over for outgoing mail before either shoving something inside or hurrying along.]

[If she was fractionally calmer, she might realize that it wouldn't have made a difference, given how many people were asleep. But, then again, PM has never been one to be especially rational when it comes to the mail. Try to calm her down?]

--
((OOC: Since this is going up both late AND early, you’re welcome to directly post your letters here even if you didn't submit on the OOC post for the past two days. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 118 go here!))

( WARNING: Disturbing Imagery )

((OOC: Open! Tag in with whatever your character will do (follow the path, attempt to wade over the bodies, jump into the river) and I will reply with how the environment will change and react, and soon they'll be able to run into Kamui! The post is written in prose, but I'll be replying to all tags in [action brackets]!

Again, this dream is OPEN to everyone, but if you have any particular triggers or phobias relating to torture, murder, Christian imagery, blood/gore, injured/dead animals, and the apocalypse, please say so HERE so that I can avoid mentioning them in our thread.))

[Marina is being plunged into darkness. It's a dark, creeping thing - reaching out to wash you over in its wake. There's no escaping it. With the darkness comes silence, except for the little quiet sobs.]

[even though it's dark, you can see two people clearly. One is Sakura, dressed strangely, gripping her wand so tightly that she's shaking. The other is dressed just as strangely, except his face is shadowed by his hat, and he seems to be very calm. Too calm.]

Why...[she whimpers] why, why...

[It was rather strange. Normally he didn't feel tired until well into the night, after the network had gotten pretty quiet. But tonight Fuuma felt like he was going to fall asleep standing before dinner. Maybe... just a nap. He didn't bother with heading over to the bedroom, he'd just crash on the sofa. It was too early in the evening to actually bother getting completely ready for bed. And it was just a nap.]

( Dream.A )

( Dream.B )


((OOC: First dream is completely open, but please tell me here if you plan to tag in. I've got final projects to finish this weekend, so I don't want a flood of people, and I might be kind of slow. Second dream is closed to Kamui, Kamui, and Subaru. But if you really want in it, bug me and I will see what I think. For the second dream, most replies will come from the account foundastray!))

[ dream 1 - labyrinth - walk along a dark, narrow hallway lined with doors. you cannot see the end of the hall, and if you turn around, you won't see where you came from. a minute passes, and then another...

eventually, you begin to hear it: a faint voice. you have to strain to hear it at all, it's weak and it trembles as if through tears. it seems to be coming from behind a door far ahead, off to your left.

behind you, you can hear footsteps; starting softly, the staccato rhythm growing louder and louder--

until a door immediately beside you slams open, and Kamui barrels out. his eyes are slitted and gold, his expression wild.

it takes him a moment to notice you, another to recognize you, if you're someone he knows. in the meanwhile, he snarls, claws raising--

the voice cries out again. Kamui! and then a sharp cry of pain. Kamui whirls around, panicked. he begins to throw his body against doors, calling a name: Subaru! Subaru!

none of the doors open. no matter how hard he tries. and Kamui himself begins to look like he's in pain. but he keeps trying.

Kamui! another cry and a sob. ... help... me, Kamui... ]

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[ dream 2 - wasteland - dust, grime; the smell of something faintly acidic -- it gets in the back of your throat and won't fade. there is a window covered with a ratty plastic tarp; rain patters against it from outside, occasionally dripping into the wall, eating into a small groove from past leaks. it seems that, every so often, the whole building seems to shiver, and a little more concrete dust falls.

Kamui stands by the window in a heavy cloak, watching the rain. on the other side of the room stands a blonde man with an eyepatch. there is a faint, gleaming thread between the two of them.

You made me, the man says. So Subaru wouldn't, is the reply.

Ah, how cold... the man jokes, but it seems flat. Kamui doesn't look away from the window. It's not my problem.

the building shivers again, and Kamui does look up, now -- at you. his eyes narrow. What do you want? ]

((OOC: In dream #1, feel free to jump in any time after Kamui appears; in dream #2, Fai will just smilesmile at you and not speak, then eventually fade. And feel free to tag just one, or both!))

Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

[Fou: reporting for duty and ready to give a detailed report on the state of the shelter defense security system! Or, well, that's what she had planned to do when she stopped by in the afternoon and found Suzaku half asleep at his desk. So whose bright idea was it to pretend to be the head of the DF while the real one slept upstairs?

Uh-huh, that's right. It was Fou's.

djksal WHAT HAD SHE DONE?! But it was too late now so she'll just be sitting back, doodling cat faces all over the paperwork sorting through the reports and hoping no one bothered to stop by.

Because how awkward would that be?]

((ooc: to the muns, please don't enter these threads with the intent of revealing Fou as Fou! This is just for fun and internal Fou flailing and everything divulged here will be passed on to the real Suzaku, never fear. Also, fouzaku will be making most of the comments to conserve on icon space. Approved by the mods.))

[Calling all lllllladies! And you other people too. Timcanpy is a magical golem belonging to one Allen Walker and created by one Cross Marian and he has been sulking for a while now! His boy has a new best friend (man's best friend, in fact) and there is only so much clinging to Cross that a golem can do. Plus, new people have arrived, and that is exciting. Tim wants to meet all those new people.]

[So here is your chance to strike up a rapport with a little animated gold ball with wings! Timcanpy likes the ladies best, but he will accept petting, food, and attention from just about anyone.]

[GO.]

[ 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 )

[Anyone walking through the park will see Road sitting cross-legged on the floor, cutting open a blood pack. There's a large sheet of white construction paper on the floor, already spattered with blood. She drops the scissors carelessly onto the paper, before dipping her fingers into the packet. She frowns and flicks the blood off her fingers, getting spots on her blue dress.]

I hate it when it's cold. Blood's best when it's warm. [She pulls a little put-upon sigh, before returning to her art.]

[the best art ♥]

[ ... all the water here seems like such a waste. though, he supposes the beach is even more egregious. at least these "baths" serve a somewhat useful purpose. it's been a long time since he bathed like a civilized person. but ages of rushed travel and then living in an environmental wasteland were hard memories to shake.

keeping an eye out for anyone else, Kamui gives into the temptation of a nice, hot soak and settles into the giant, hot bath. he doesn't relax for a long time, unable to shake the sense that he's doing something unnecessary. ]


((ooc: Wide open! But if he gets too annoyed, he might try and drown someone...))