[For once, Hikaru is sitting quietly in thought.]

What kind of stuff are you supposed to write about in a penpal letter? I've never had to write one before.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 84th day of the third generation.

There is an issue that I would hear all of your opinions on, one regarding some inmate reactions to the blackout that occurred the night before last. It is imperative that you all understand that such events will naturally happen, so long as inmates have the free reign that they do. The only fail-safe method to ensure that nothing goes wrong is to reduce or remove that freedom.

So then, inmates of Marina Asylum, should the trust and freedom given to you be limited in exchange for a more smoothly operated system and facility? Or are some of you content to endure through some inconveniences, and retain the leniency you have now?

Inmates Fai D. Flourite and Toothless, your requests can be found at the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Kefka Palazzo, your request will delivered by a remote unit.

I heard last year for Halloween there was a party. Nice, but not the only way to celebrate this time of year, is it? There's a lack of the innocent creativity that accompanies the current holiday. [Rayflo is smirking just a little.]

I spoke to Acumen and he gave me permission to host a little "game" if you will. As long as I get enough support. The objective? The one with the most candy wins.

So is anyone up for a fun time of "trick-or-treating" this Halloween?

[Raises an index finger.] And don't forget you agreed to help, Axel.

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man..

[Ho~hum. Trying to fake sincerity here.]

To be hated..

[Sigh. You all knew it was coming. This couldn't last longer than a few seconds. He laughs hysterically.]

Oh man, what a joke!

Good morning, inmates. It is the 83rd day of the third generation, and newly processed criminals will be arriving in the facility over the course of the day.

Concerning the power outage last night, it was a minor error that resolved itself, and I apologize if it caused any inconvenience to inmates.

Today, the climate will be adjusted to progressively cooler temperatures, and some facility plant life will alter as well, in order to create a more autumn atmosphere.

Inmate Cross Marian, use of force against remote units is not tolerated. This will be the only warning.

[Some time in the early evening there are a few bottles strewn across Axel's little section of the bar and upon closer inspection one of them has fallen to the floor, shattered to many pieces. There's a bot taking care of the mess and attempting to clear the empty bottles of beer as well, but Axel pays it no attention. Half empty bottle in hand he just sits there, head down over his folded arm which is rested atop the counter. Maybe he's asleep, maybe he's passed out; who knows.

Well, the clones have left and now he just feels like "relaxing." Hmph. So much for relaxing.]

((ooc: feel free to poke him at the club. More than likely he's sober enough to talk.))

( Every once in a while things go your way )

[The camera shows a stunning aerial view of Sector Four, before being turned around to get a good look at the black-veined orange butterfly wings sprouting from Tavros' back. His own face comes back into view--he is, without any disclaimer or hyperbole, having the best day of his life.] THEY WORK! I'M FLYING!!!

WAHOOOO!

[Well, that explosion woke her up well and she just couldn't fall back asleep. However, she feels funny. Her hands and fingers feel numb and soft, a slight tingling feeling. Maybe it will wear off in a minute....]

[But, hey, a new day! Spend some time with Ciel and her Angelic Layer doll is finished! She needs to share that with Lelouch as well, and find some other things to do. She is getting better at putting her hair up by herself and getting ready, putting on her communicator and turning it on to hear any other messages from the network. Though, right when she reached to put away a cute bunny that she dressed up herself, things got freaky. White clear strings just laced out of her fingers, grabbing onto the plush doll. And the bunny moved.]

[Sorry, network, but have a screaming wake up call.]

Um, everyone! Something really strange happened to me this morning! Look!

[She put the camera onto the rabbit, moving one hand up and the other down, going into some pattern. The bunny is walking and twirling around. But, hey, she is staring to smile a little.]

Ah...This might not be bad at all!

[There's a long line of bamboo at the beach, their stalks curving gently over the quiet trickling of waves. Further back on the beach are colored lanterns and little tables with pens and sheets of paper and string.

You're supposed to write poems or notes to your loved ones who can't be with you today, right...?]


((event-style posting; comment here to get tagged by other people. sorry if this infringes on the people who posted recently, I was going to post this this morning but had to go out... consider this a post for people who don't have quite enough substance for their own action posts!))

[Hopefully no one will be overly alarmed by a grey-skinned girl with pointy teeth grinning at the camera.]

Tavros! Tavros! I got my recuperacoon! You want a turn? It works puurrrrrfectly! [Guess who's feeling better?

The camera view switches from the little girl to her door in the shelter. It's covered in blood.

Blood doodles, that is. She's drawn an assortment of ridiculously cute, two-mouthed kitties along with "Nepeta Leijon" and "Remember to knock! <3" All in red blood she found in the kitchen! :DD]

Does anybody know where I can find blue? Or green? The fridge I found only had red. I wanna paint with the whole rainbow! [From her tone of voice, you would never guess that she was talking about blood and not finger paint.]

[It's been far too quiet for Q's liking. That one fellow with the green hair had everyone in a tizzy when he told them they were virgins. Well, if they like sex so much...]

Who wants to have prison sex?

How do you punish criminals in your world?

[Indulge her, she's curious. And, if the raspy sluggishness of her tone is any indication, in the beginning throes of a fever. Ooops~]

[Lacus pauses as the lights in the dome suddenly extinguish, joining in with the moment of stillness just before her star projector lights up. Taking just a moment to smile up at the false stars, she resumes her walk, small plastic bag swinging from her right hand. She sings in her airy soprano as she walks, her steps setting a slow tempo to match.]

[She loves the night sky, no matter that it is now the sea overhead and not space. But nevertheless tonight she won't linger for too long; Neil has had a difficult few days and she hopes the contents of her bag might help him to feel a little better.]


((OOC: Thread with Kefka is closed and consider this your violence warning! I also need a defense force volunteer to find Lacus after she gets Kefka'd into unconsciousness. Contact me at her HMD or lenasillfame (AIM) if you want to play hero!

Anyone else can feel free to run into her before the clown gets her~))

[ Chuck's standing in front of a table. On the table are three boxes. In the first box, there are bags with paintball "markers" (guns) and ammunition. In the second box are goggles. On the third, there are thinly padded helmets and chest pieces, all in black. Chuck is wearing all the gear, but his headgear has a little white flag attached to it. ]

Okay! [ Very excited. Sort of looks like a spaniel puppy who has to go to the bathroom. ] Thanks, everybody, for coming out. [ Waves! ]

I'm Chuck, and I'm going to be your ref. Behind me -- [ Indicates the fields behind him that are littered with hay bales of various sizes and heights. Both fields have been set up into one large play area. ] -- is our game field. The boundaries are the white lines along the perimeter. If anyone just wants to watch, they can sit in the bleachers.

[ Rubs his hands together. Sort of nervous now, but hey, still soldiering on. ]

Here's how we're going to do this. Everybody get in line and come up. You give me your name, I'll put it down and then I'll give you your marker and ammo, and you can pick out your gear. Everybody has to wear the headgear and goggles. The chest piece is optional. Once everybody has their stuff, we'll play.

I just have a few rules. First, no head or face shots. I mean it. [ Srs face. ] Second, no shooting someone more than once per encounter. And third, no attacking with anything other than a paintball. The markers can't be modified, and you can't hit someone with your marker.

I've got white paint. I'm the only person. If I see you someone breaking a rule, they're going to get hit with white paint. That person has to sit out on the bleachers for ten minutes. If I catch them more than once, they can't play anymore. Also... no shooting the ref.

No teams, and we'll count the hits at the end of the hour. Whoever wins gets... ah... the pleasure of bragging rights. [ Ehehehe. ] After, party at the club.

Okay, let's go!

((ooc: Event style tagging under the headers. Threadjacks are encouraged. People can skip the sign-up process and/or mingle pre-game, or just go straight to playing. More details here. :D))

[There's a marvelously radiant, happy man on the camera for anyone who is watching.]

[Ahh...No weird things happening, paintball... That's cause for celebration in his book. And it's made all the better by the fact that his darling daughter isn't quite as sad as she was a few days ago. Kaien himself was cheering up a little too...but his stomach still ached a little, not that that showed at all on the outside.]

Today is a fantastic day...does anyone agree with me?

Is there anything to do around here that doesn't involve the school or inane, childish games?

Where..

..where did my buddy go!?

I wanted to play some more! ARGH! I HATE this place even more! [For some reason, like always, he laughs.]

[she flips the communicator on mid-song. soft singing]

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly~
I don't know why she swallowed the fly~
I gu~ess~ she'll die~

[abruptly stops]

....It's not fair. Acumen shouldn't be allowed to do mean things like this. I want to see my family again! It's been so long since I've seen any of them too. I wish I saw Papa.

[Private to Gin]

Gin! You're taking me out today. [so insistent]

[ooc: SOB. I hope this is okay Li!]

Oh, buddy of mine? We have some business to take care of. Preferably before it gets too late? Wouldn't want the kids to miss it!

[The video clicks on to a close up of Joker's red grin, it shakes as he reaches forwards, placing it on the desk. He's clearly in the library sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His makeup and dirty purple suit is mostly intact, and he slicks back his greasy hair when it falls in front of his eyes.]

Well hello there.

You know, I thought. I thought I was in Arkham, but this place is very, very different from my cell. [His gaze flickers about the room.] It certainly is much nicer than my cell in that dreadful place. [He grins.]

So tell me, [he licks his lips] where are we? Hm? What is this place? Who's in charge? Who thinks they're in charge? Ahmm. Don't be shy. Tell the Joker all about your rules.