[He had nothing in his room to begin with, so when he wakes up in the morning, he finds nothing wrong with the empty room. He doesn't note the day change either. He never paid attention to that either, because he liked to have as little to do with the technology here anyway. The day suddenly being different looked nothing more than a glitch to him, really. He didn't even notice that there was a new face and voice announcing it.

So Gilbert is now in the shelter kitchen, making much breakfast. Because he has so very much to think about right now. Not only is he worrying about a place for him, Oz, Break and everyone else to stay, he's thinking of ways to save everyone. Very, very much to think about. In the mind and body of Gilbert, it meant that...

...it meant that a lot of eggs and bacon were suddenly all over the counters.

And by force of habit, he finds that there's a couple different kinds of sweets sitting around too. Cookies, cakes...]

Tsh...

[Gilbert appears over the feed looking disgruntled.]

If you're hungry, I just made a little too much food. Feel free to help yourselves... There are cookies too...

[Private to Oz Vessalius]

I made some cake for you on accident. It's in the shelter, if you're interested.

Good morning. [A distinguished looking gentleman has learned how to turn on his communicator, and he is looking quite comfortable, considering the fact that he’s just learned he has been locked up for life in a prison he’s never heard of.]

I do hate to be a bother to my new warden, guards, and fellow inmates, but as you might fathom, I have some questions. Might you indulge a poor old man with a few answers? [Have his best, winning smile, Marina!]

[it feels good, getting up and getting dressed and heading out the front door of a house that's actually his. he's never had that sort of independence before, although it wasn't far ahead in his future when he left Terca Lumireis...]

[well. Flynn is in a good mood this morning. he stretches out a little, standing by the curb, limbering up for a dawn jog with Suzaku]

[you can catch him jogging around the dome in the morning, in the house in Sector 5, or out and about later on in the day! and he is up for pretty much anything and anyone, but I will be rolling RNG for the kind of bot that catches them!]

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[A video post engages and all that is immediately visible is Roy's face - and he looks somewhere between disgruntled and slightly amused, his red hair tousled and a little dirty, a wry smirk at the corner of his mouth.]

Okay, I get it. Roy's a jailbird. Again. Thanks universe, that's really funny.

[He sighs and shakes his head a little.]

I know the basic drill about jail and all, and I got the gist of the rules from the pamphlet and stuff. This place is even one heck of a lot better than the last hole I was in, but I still got a few questions. For example, official rules are one thing. What about the unofficial ones? Anyone want to fill me in on the taboos and all that before I run into them the hard way? Knowing my luck, first thing I'd do is piss off the resident big bad and get my butt beaten in again.

Anyone want to help a guy out?

[A pause, and he looks a bit rueful.]

And uh, yeah, as a side note, I know this is pretty freaking unlikely considering where I am and probably why, but are there any ways I could get a call to the outside world? Or home or whatever? I mean, it's not like I'm in a third world country this time, don't I get a phone call?

[ Inmates of Marina, the dude in this video feed--the one with the long blond hair and circular glasses sitting halfway down his nose--does not look pleased. Not pleased at all. ]

Ritsuka. You're here, aren't you?

[ and then--and this part hurts, it's embarrassing, because he should just know, but their bond isn't quite strong enough for that yet-- ]

Tell me where to find you.

[ He doesn't seem too concerned with anyone or anything else, but the post is public. He hasn't taken the time to learn how to filter yet; there are far more important matters at hand. ]

[ ooc; action is only open to Ritsuka, but video is for everyone! ]

[ When the video entry starts, there's a girl who is staring right into it with a look of mixed curiosity and confusion. Having gone through her welcome message she had a basic understanding of what sort of predicament she was in, but clearly this device was strange to her. She tapped the device lightly as if to see what would happen.

Then, with a very faint sigh, she shifts a bit to sit more comfortably. It was off screen but the sound of the chain at her ankle rattled in the process. ]

I don't remember just how it is I arrived here. The last thing I recall was being outside at home. But now...

[ There was a pause while she brushed loose strands of blue hair away from her face. ]

It had spoke of imprisonment; Of being brought here to pay for one's crimes.

[ A very faint tone of amusement could be detected in her tone, but it lacked humor. Her manner of speaking was different that what was to be expected of someone of her apparent age. ] I suppose it isn't something to be surprised about. While I don't understand how this all came to be I can't say I am undeserving of being held accountable for my actions.

[ Have a peculiar looking boy with an extremely long nose looking very, very concerned into the video feed... This does not bode well. ]

O-Oi! Oi!

This is a joke, right? Prison? What mistakes is this thing talking about? And I've never heard of any "Eloquis Ocean." We're still on the Grand Line, right? Right?

Oi, Luffy! Luuuuffy! Chopper! Zoro! Sanji? Robin? Nami? They didn't get you guys, did they? I can't be here alone...

I-I mean! Not that this is anything that The Great Captain Usopp couldn't handle! I've busted out of twenty prisons just like these - even further under the sea! And I swam back to the surface, with my hands tied! I'd just rather not have to do it again - it's a waste of my time, you know!

Oh, god, am I really the only one here? Guys? I'm getting a bout of my I-Don't-Want-To-Be-In-Prison disease...

What. The fuck. Ith thith? WHAT THE FLIPPING FUCK ITH THITH HOOFBEATHT SHIT!?!?

How are any of thethe thingth even conthidered criminal? Are we going to get thome shitty neophyte down here tho we can thtart the traditional and thuperfithial trial? Or can we fucking thkip that and go thraight for the goddamned noothe becauthe I REFUTHE TO BELIEVE THAT I AM THTUCK HERE FOR THE RETHT OF MY FEW REMAINING THWEEPS LEFT! NOT WITH THITH PIETHE OF SHIT THRAPPED ONTO MY HEAD! THOMEONE BETTER GET THITH FUCKING THING OFF OF MY ANKLE TOO!

[ welp. that would be the sound of said ball and chain rattling uselessly. he can't do a thing about it and after a few moments? the sound dies down to groaning and heavy breathing. mood. plummeting. ]

...

Fuck, I gueth that thith really had been thort of inevitable, with thome bulgethucker like me. Way to fucking go, Captor.

I'm bored of just sitting around and picking at my feet. I want to do something exciting.

There's a Defense Force around here, right? Sign me up!

[Making a public phone call, what is this nonsense. It seemed like the better option though, as opposed to filtering. Here we go.]

Hi. [Good start.]

I'm Dr Spencer Reid and I'm looking for either Suzaku or Lacus with the Defense Force.
I'm interested in joining. Well, re-joining, I suppose.

((ooc ETA: a quick reminder that there's a PERMISSIONS POST up on his journal! Please fill it out at your leisure!))

[Sougo has the most important question on his mind, and he needs to ask.]

So if we don't need money, why do people work? People really like busting their asses for nothing?

[He's seriously trying to figure this out, and it's apparent on his face. He had a reason to work back home, but now? Pffffttttt this will enable his laziness.]

When I'm finally free from this chain, I'm going to be drinking and eating and sleeping and shitting all day.

Okita Sougo, retired at 18. This is the life.

What would make this perfect is if I could screw some bitches. Can't have it all, I guess.

[Here's York, hanging out in the Defense Force HQ wearing a black tailored suit with a bright red shirt. Never mind that he's pretending that he can play his incredibly fancy electric guitar--he has an Important Message, which will just have to be gently serenaded by his idle, random string plucking. So basically you have a gently smug FBI agent speaking to the tune of the flat, muted "not hooked up to an amp" noise associated with electric guitars.]

Hello.

I've decided that we need to establish an investigative branch for the Force. With any luck, we won't need to solve any murder mysteries, but... well, I'd rather be safe than sorry.

So far, it's just me and Zach--FBI training, and all. If you aren't a Defense Force member, you'll have to join first, of course. Experience is preferred, but we might be able to give you some training. [Yes, you too can receive the finely-honed crime-solving skills of an imaginary friend and a man who tells his fortune with his coffee.]

[ Tyr hasn't used this to just talk to people as a whole in a while, so his tone is somewhat awkward. ]

Now that we're done being shuffled around...is there anywhere to stay other than this shelter? I assume there aren't a lot of empty houses around, but I'm not that picky as long as it's not as busy at this place.

Also--If Suzaku of the Defense Force is listening, I want to speak with you.

[Oh, look, she lives after all!]

Marina—that is the people of Marina—I was wondering if anyone else had flowers in your room when you returned there after the facility-wide cleaning. [She thought everyone had gotten flowers and it was just a nice touch from Acumen, but then no one else had mentioned it, so now she's curious.]

Ah, that's all I think. [You may now continue your regularly scheduled lives.]


(OOC: I should probably mention, that you did not. No flowers for you!)

[Flynn leans in close and squints a little to see the list of defense force patrols, and then. sighs. ...yeah, this isn't great. but he's reluctant to get glasses, too. because... well...]


[voice / filtered from Yuri / I wonder who he's talking about]
Have you ever been in a situation where... you don't want to do something because a friend would laugh at you -- but if they knew you were hiding it, they'd laugh even more? [awkward silence]

I've heard a couple of new people around, so I thought I'd make myself known. Hey guys! I'm Gino Weinberg. And I'm offering my help to everyone, well actually, all the new Marinarians. [Yup, he's borrowing the term Yuuki coined!]

What can this guy do for me? You might be asking. Well, I can't get that chain off your foot and I can't get you back home, but I can help you with all those pesky chores you're no doubt doing right this moment. I'm a great hand at laundry. Just ask Kallen and Suzaku! And I'm pretty good at gardening too. So just give me a call if you need me! I'll be pretty much available all day. And the days after.

[He gives a wave and shuts off the camera. You can find him in the laundry room! Or - wherever the robots are taking you to do chores!]

[Closed Mingle – Sanguinala Feast]
[The noontime feast was held in the house that would soon find itself under construction—tools and materials had been hastily dragged outside, as they'd been stored within for safe keeping during the shelter lock-down and, fortunately, for the snow-in. In their place, the two commisars from the Imperium of Mankind hastily cleaned and decorated the place with swaths of gold and red, while in the Shelter, Felicia and Sasha oversaw the preparation of the meal.]

[The feast itself is comprised of fusion dishes: the Imperium's cooking sense with ingredients readily available to them in the kitchens and stores. It's certainly adequate enough for themselves and their small handful of guests--a few fellow humans whom they had invited to join them.]

[And after it draws to a close, Cain will promptly suggest they all go to the Devil's Compass.]

[Open Mingle at the Bar, mid to late afternoon]

[Come and PARTY. Or just happen to come by and be swept into the party. Or resist being swept and grumble about them being annoying. YOUR CALL.]

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((OOC: If you aren't sure your character is invited, check here or contact us. Otherwise, feel free to have threads that have nothing to do with the feast but take place at the bar here! Newbies are welcome to the bar. ♥))

((Please specify if you are at the [bar] or the [feast] in the subject line!))

[It may be too early in the morning for some to be cheerful, but not Nia. She’s nursing a mug of steamed tea when she opens what is supposed to be a private communicator feed, still in her pajamas.]

Simon, what are – sexual relations?

[She heard it earlier, and she’s confused! Beastmen never do anything like that, after all. Probably.]

( before )



[Later he snags a couch for himself in the common room, Dagonet curling by his feet. Switching on the communicator.]

Anya's - not here. [His voice is careful and under control.] Sorry, for everyone who knows her, but she'll be back. [probably. Maybe with or without her memories. The thought of Anya losing her memories due to Acumen suddenly darkens his mood, so he abruptly turns off the communicator before he says something he regrets.]