[The communicator turns on this time showing yet another confused, restrained inmate in a suit none the less. He's Looking around panicked, then he finds the note and his eyes widen. Prison?]

Um... this has got to be some sort of joke. [slightly panicked now] the children. I'm supposed to be helping save the children. Not be put in jail for.... [/he trails off]

Jack, Gwen? can someone explain this? Heck I'll even take The Doctor or John at this point...





[ooc: he's in the pet cafe]

[The communicator turns on, and shows a blonde woman looking confused and definitely put out. She notices the welcome basket and the message, which she picks up, looking at it with a distrusting eye.]

I don't know what's going on here. The last thing that I remember... Well, it wasn't here.

This can't be happening, not now.

[Yes it did take him a few hours minutes to figure out the device. Shut up. He's from the late 1700's. He's got the hang of it now though! He is currently in the shadow of a building, trapped there by sunlight--he thinks. He has a ball and chain on his ankle.]

Whatever this is or whoever you, I can guarantee you that you're not going to like the way this turns out.

[He sounds angry. Really angry. In fact there's some growl behind his voice. He picks up the brochure and flips through it. If one could see him he looks very forehead scrunchy right now.]

I want out of here and I want to talk to the person in charge.

[From the tone of his voice, talk may be a euphemism.]

[The feed clicks on to show a very disoriented Xander. Furthermore, he's very close to freaking out.]

Okay I have been through a huge amount of weird and unexplainable crap over the past two years but this definitely takes the cake. I don't remember signing on for "Suddenly waking up in strange and unexplainable places", I do that enough on my own. I know I've always talked about wanting to get out of Sunnydale one day-and really who wouldn't-but this wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. [He finally pauses for breath.]

Okay Xander, get a hold of yourself man. If I was kidnapped or something I'm sure Buffy and everyone is back at the library trying to figure out a way to rescue me right now. All I have to do is sit an wait.

[Moments pause.]

Well it could be worse. I could be back in a cage waiting for a She-mantis to take advantage of me, or have a Inca mummy girl sucking the life out of me. Or be locked in a room with Cordelia.

[He puts his face in his hands.]

[Buffy was confused.]

[She didn't know why she was here, or where Spike had gone and... it felt weird. Like, a sickening feeling in her gut kinda weird. She needed to find Spike so she could ask him what it was.]

[Wandering, calling. Buffybot is on a mission! Do you know where Spike is?]

((ooc: will be all over everywhere all day long, but starting in Sector 4 and making her way to where the graveyard is. That's where Spike always is!))

I'm sorry if this sounds like a strange question, but has anyone seen a doll made from some kind of plant in the shops? I don't know what they're called or what they look like, but it was about this big [here Nunnally holds up her hands so viewers can see] and Sayoko said it was better than the thousand cranes. I think they're supposed to come with nails, too...but just the doll would be fine.


((ooc: Nunnally is asking for a wara ningyo presumably to be used in a variation on the Ushinokokumairi ritual. And yes, they actually have benevolent uses.))

[Admiring his camera on the video.]

The past few days has certainly been stressful, hasn't it?

If you want, you can come to my house! I can make tea and snacks... [And refrain from putting secret ingredients in them.] I'm sure my housemates...mate...won't mind, so please! Come on over!

[[OOC: Kaien needs company! And be warned, he'll take pictures of anyone who steps through the door. But...he might also show you pictures of tiny little Yuuki and medium-sized little Zero, so that's a plus!]]

[He's sitting cross-legged on the grass, poking at the chain ball attached to his ankle. Is it really necessary? It's a tad bit heavy...]

[Lifting a hand, he peers around, trying to make sense of the place he's in. A prison, apparently, but it looks really nice. Exploring would be a good idea, but after he figures out if his companions are here.]

Excuse me? [His voice is polite but cheerful.] Has anyone happened to see a cute girl, a very polite boy, and a rather angry-looking ninja with a fluffy white object on his shoulder, by chance?

I-- [a gasp, startled, and then a husky murmur] I cannot -- hear...

I am deaf.

[spoken in a quiet, mourning voice, and then there are just a few, quiet breaths. it is finally -- finally over. there is nothing left of the Wood in her. and it hurts so much more than she'd thought it would.]

[finally, after a long pause, she turns the video on: a beautiful woman with coffee-colored skin and white hair curling about her face. her ears may not be visible just yet, but her features are not quite human.]

[now her voice is collected and flat] Who has chained me? I do not care for it.

[for someone who claims to be deaf, she certainly seems to expect answers]

What is this-- [There's a pause and some shuffling before the speaker continues.] This has to be a joke. Is there anyone else in this prison that can hear me? [The world 'prison' is spoken with an odd emphasis on it, as if Kamui isn't quite sure that's the right word to be using. Quite frankly he doesn't think there are any right words to use in this messed up, confusing situation. He's feeling anxious and uneasy -- he should be home, not here in this strange place with a strange entity telling him he's been sentenced here for the rest of his life. He decides against mentioning any of the other indignities that have been inflicted upon him since arriving. Being here is bad enough.]

Listen, if anyone here can hear me, I need to ask some questions. [Kamui's tone shifts towards slightly authoritative and maybe even a touch bossy.] Even if you can only tell me where I need to go to get them answered, it's a lot better than nothing.

I-- [But for some reason Kamui cuts himself off. There's another few moments of silence before he finally gives up and switches off the communicator.]

[It had been days since Miranda slept so long, but standing on her feet and dancing and all the stress of the day before had been helpful in pushing her into a deep slumber. When she does finally awaken that morning, she is drowsy and unfocus when she reaches for her communicator and puts it on to hear the morning announcements--

--Only to realize something is touching her. Something is rubbing itself against her--]

AHHH! Wh-Wh-What are you d-doing?! S-STOP!

[There is distant giggling. Loud, high-pitched, echoing giggling. And then sound of something crashing into a solid surface--hard and metalic.]

{OOC: Please do not be alarmed. It's just GIR.}

Do a little daaaaance.

[Suddenly, more demanding,] OBEY. [GIR laughs while he orders some angry bots to escort every single one of you to one of the parks. Fighting back will only result in punishment...and believe him, you don't want to know what GIR has cooked up for you then.

While you walk you may notice that dawn has suddenly become night again, the lighting is still working though it's all very...vibrantly colored and disco-y--maybe a strobe light here and there--and that the once peaceful silence has turned into blaring techno.

GIR starts to sniffle happily.]

Y-you're all so beautiful.



( OOC info under the cut! )

What ridiculousness. [Sano's a bit annoyed with having listened in to GIR's conversation, and is now skating across buildings, despite the rain. He can't move fast enough not to get wet, but he can move fast enough that it's not a problem for his AT.]

Even disregarding the fixation on making babies, this entire affair reeks of juvenile behavior, and perhaps dementia. Is Acumen really so incapable as to allow this nonsense?

[ooc: Sano is out rolling through town. Feel free to see him bouncing off buildings and generally having no respect for the laws of physics, should you wish!]

[Roxas is illuminated by the sphere of light he's holding in his hands, and skating on his ATs around the streets of the dark dome.]

Where's the best place to put up a big light? I don't think I can illuminate the whole dome, but I should be able to brighten up a sector for a while, or something like that.

Maybe by the school?

Spike, I have that duster you've been crying about. Come get it.

[After the barbecue (before Road's post) he's sitting cross-legged on a low brick ledge out front of the shelter, the black coat folded neatly in his lap. He's just -- watching the "sunset", tracing a gloved finger over the scar on his eye thoughtfully.]

Hi everybody... not to put a damper on anyone's afternoon but... I just had a question.

[ Pause. Deep breath. ]

Um... where's the blood gone?


((ooc: I'll be going to bed soon, but threadjacking is a-ok with me.))

[It's late and what's a vampire to do but skulk around? So, here he is skulking aimlessly. No beasties to fight. Not much of anything to do. He's even been giving Buffy some space. Not because he's afraid she's stake him now that she knows he's chipless and fancy free mind you. Just...seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do after all.

Click. Click.

Why isn't the damn lighter working?] Bugger.


(OOC: Backdated just a little earlier, but still late. Also, you can find him just about anywhere you want him to be.)

[Day 71: the first day of the Marina Asylum Postal Service! And it is a busy one, much to a parcel mistress' delight. The Peregrine Mendicant can be seen skittering energetically around the dome, with a bag full of letters that she is eager to deliver.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Allen: a letter from Spike.
  
• Fletcher: a letter from the Peregrine Mendicant.
  
• The Peregrine Mendicant: a card from Ribbons.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• From Euphemia: letters to all the teachers, as well as Guilford and Lelouch.
  
• From Jennifer: invitations to Saya and Saya's friends: Jeanne, Cain, Duo, Yuuri, Josak, Li, and Kitty Pryde the younger.
  
  • Jennifer's invitations were also sent to anyone who could become Saya's friend: ( see list )!
    
  • However, PM has been given extra invites to distribute to any nice people she encounters.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Alessa Gillespie, Charley J. Chrishunds, and Johnny Rayflo: packages from a "secret admirer" named Rayflo! If no one was home to receive them, they may either pick them up at the office, or receive them during tomorrow’s route.

--

[Now that her route is complete, she can take a moment at the post office to catch her breath. That light-headed feeling isn't oxygen deprivation due to exercise, it is the THRILLING RUSH OF CIVILIZATION.]

A satisfying first day! Thank you for making this possible, Marina!

[If you do not feel inclined to thread things out and you were not one of the mass-mailer recipients, please respond OOCly or with a brief IC reaction so we all know you've seen it/received it! Mail submissions for Day 72 go here!]

[there's just this loud smacking noise as a communicator gets thrown at Lero's head - pushing the button as it hits the poor umbrella in the face.]

Roooooad-tama!

Be quiet Lero. [lots of clanging - and is that the sound of something burning? Dear God it is]

[Road huffs.]

This is stupid. I don't - [pause as she slams something down violently] It's green. Is it supposed to be-?

[sizzling- and Road yelps in pain.]

Road-tama should be more careful, lero! What would the Earl say if he saw Road-tama like this, lero-

[and it gets cut off as Road picks up something else to fling at the poor umbrella]

I said be quiet!

[ KO ]

ooc: Road is cooking! because who else is going to do it? and trying very hard not to show that she is obviously affected by the absence of the Earl. sob. Action's always open for Tyki.

[If you're in the Education Center this afternoon, you might see a strange sight.]

[Wadded-up balls of paper keep periodically flying towards the large trash can. Were you to look to see where they come from, it should be easy to spot the source.]

[Tsukasa is doodling, and keeps failing at what he's trying to doodle. Obviously this is very frustrating, hence the constant discarding of paper.]