[Mihashi was shifting back and forth on his feet, in front of the main doors to the shelter. He really wanted to go do some practicing, but it was so cold outside! Well...it was pretty cold inside too, but it was even colder outside. He didn't know if it was too cold though. He looked back and forth, and didn't see anyone too close paying attention to him, and he started sneakily making his way out the door and towards the baseball field, with his mitt in one hand, and a ball in the other.]


((ooc: Feel free to intercept him anywhere along the way between the shelter and the baseball field.))

((ooc: backdated to earlier, since I fail))


Well, today isn't going as planned, but at least one thing is. If you can hear this, you made it onto the defense force. I reviewed all your info yesterday and I got weapons from Sentience before -- whatever this is started going down.

I just want to make clear that you only get one chance with these. If you hurt anybody without being able to justify your actions convincingly, you are out a weapon and in a heap of trouble.

So let's start helping out whoever needs it, right?

...this is, by far, the worst joke I've been subjected to in years.

I would adamantly insist upon the return of my sword, but I suppose now that would fall on deaf ears, so to speak, hm?

I won't even touch on the issue of crimes. What nonsense.

OUCH!

[Tsuna's been awake for about five minutes, and he's already ran into almost anything possible in his room. Why is it so dark? He wonders, and promptly smacks his hand on the wall as he searches for something. There it is!

He reaches inside the drawer and grabs onto his pill container, flipping it open and grabbing two of them. Quickly, he swallows them, going into Hyper Dying Will Mode. He has to find out what's going on, and if his friends are alright. So, using the immense light from his flames, he journeys out into the seemingly empty halls after grabbing his communicator]

Hello? Is everyone okay? If anyone needs any help just ask; I have a source of light...

Gokudera-kun? Yamamoto? Akito-kun?... Anyone?

[The first sound over the network is faint, but slowly grows into a long high-pitched whine. Almost as if a spoiled child is demanding for a dolly...]

Crime?! They can't imprison me, the 9th disciple of the Noah family of some petty crimes! I'm the daughter of a minister. My uncle is the Mille- the Earl! It's not fair! I'll be missing out on the Earl's trip to the Black Order! Just when we were going to - just when we were - UGH! I'd like to meet the person who imprisoned me here because I have a thing or two to complain about! And why is it so dark here anyway?!

Now I'm going to miss seeing Allen! It's not faiiiiiiiirrr!

[The audio is abruptly cut off by an enraged shriek before the communicator is snatched off and chucked across the room.]

... well.

[ sound of buttons being pushed, then a rapping on metal ]

I'm not sure if this is better or worse than the baths. At least my clothes are dry.

Hey, not to step on anybody's feet, and not to suggest that rogue vampires are a police problem, but -- I've been thinking that if we want a better police force, we can just go ahead and make one. I checked with the AI and it said it would give us weapons and information.

I'm okay with doing the planning and organizing and the annoying part. So all I need to know is, who would be interested in lending a hand? Willing to get up in people's faces and take action if we had trouble?

Yo~! I know I’m kinda late, haha, but I was busy taking a nap with Gokudera on Halloween and I finally figured out how to make blood that looks real!

[Video feed clicks on and shows Yamamoto’s broadly smiling face, splattered with and dripping fake, but realistic, blood. He’s holding his communicator up and angles it to show that he is dressed like a samurai and completely covered in the fake blood.]

Ahaha! What do you think, everyone? There’s a great book in the library with the blood recipe! Oh, I’m forgetting something..

[The Japanese teen holds out his arms and waves them in front of himself; the video on screen bobs with the slow movement. He moans and groans and makes generic zombie noises as he takes a few staggering steps forward. His slackened zombie expression just starts to shift back into his big, trademark smile when there’s a loud metallic KLANG, like a metal baseball bat hitting something solid. The communicator clatters to the ground, the video feed going fuzzy for a few seconds before clearing up to reveal black, blood-matted hair: Yamamoto is crumpled on the ground.
A pair of cowboy boots can be seen standing beside the fallen teenager.
A dog is barking and occasionally paws run by on screen (Yamamoto’s Akita Inu, Jirou).
Another voice echoes, both from the fallen communicator and from the one Cowboy Boots is wearing:]

Not even a fuckin’ break from zombies in prison.

((This is a double post between Tallahasee and me. Either or both of us may reply to you! Threadjacking is okay, too! C:))

[ The dome is dark and quiet when he awakens. A fortunate turn of events, as he is used to the dark and tolerant of quiet. But it is most fortunate when he receives his welcome message. ]

Oh, my. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

This does make things difficult, doesn't it, Lero?

[ Lero makes no reply, and the Earl finds the umbrella has been secured to his side by a small chain, similar to the one strapped to his ankle. Oh dear. What a shame. He raises his considerable bulk and sits up, glancing to and fro with his perpetual smile. So modern! All the buildings around him are nothing like he's ever seen; he much prefers the interior of his beautiful Ark to all this stone and steel "innovation".

Climbing to his feet, the Earl notices another unhappy fact: his powers are missing. A very, very distressing development! Lero hangs, point to the ground, and does not move. The ball secured to his ankle is very, very heavy. ]

Such a shame; I do so love to skip. ♥♥♥

What the heck happened to my books?! I have a chemistry test to study for, this is no time for slacking off! Not to mention the shopping that I'd planned to do later...

This better not be some elaborate ruse Does this "asylum" have absolutely no consideration for a higher education? Specifically MINE!?

Why do I feel like somehow this is all Tamaki-senpai's doing...?

Don't I at least get my one phone call? And if, quote, "having a fixation with studying," end quote, is a crime, then you can go ahead and lock me away right now.

oh wait, they already did...

Where am I?!

[The only thing he knew was that he was wandering through a hallway, after waking up in an unknown room and finding out that it was a prison for criminals. And that freaked him out]

What if I get attacked or something?! Hiiiii~ [He needed to find somewhere to go, somewhere where he might be able to locate someone he knew. But where? And how?] If only there was some sort of map I could use...

[As soon as the words left his lips, the communicator around his head blazed on. Tsuna had to hold in a shocked outburst, but it was easy when he realized what was being shown on the tiny screen. It was a map!] Now, I'll just follow this and go to... the library! That's it! I'll be safe there... hopefully...

[It was then that another thing on his communicator caught his eye. An announcement of some sort...]

A halloween party?! Wow... this place doesn't seem too much like an actual prison...

[Distracted by this revelation, Tsuna turned around the corner without looking...]

It didn't happen. You don't remember it. If you bring it up, I'm going to bite you.

((Backdated to early afternoon!))

[The Japanese teen is currently leading a very, very, very sad little pale-haired Italian into the pet café in hopes of stopping the child’s crying and cheering him up. Why was Gokudera crying? Because there was a bit of a mishap involving Yamamoto wanting to teach Gokudera how to play catch out on the baseball field earlier and… Yamamoto should never, ever be allowed to play ball with a child. (He breaks walls with his pitch!)

[Anyways, after his “Ahaha, sorry!” failed to calm the screaming child, Yamamoto had the bright idea of finally checking out that place with the pets… Maybe that would work?

[So he’s now holding onto little Gokudera’s hand and walking him up to some of the animals.]

Hey, hey, haha, how’s this?

[A beautiful, lilting piano melody can be heard over the communicators. Little Gokudera doesn't really know anything about how they work, only that it lets him understand Yamamoto, so he didn't mute the thing before he started playing. Currently, the young Italian is seated on the bench in front of the piano in sector zero's common room. His legs aren't even long enough that he can reach the pedals, but Gokudera is still playing with a seriousness about him that's almost unfitting of a boy his age. Currently, the only person present to witness this little concert is Yamamoto, but he wouldn't mind if others stopped to listen]

For those of you who have not been reduced to children, could you answer me one simple question. Does this type of situation happen often around here?

[Ryohei, all decked out in his sharp black suit and tie and hot orange dress shirt, is helping himself to a drink at the bar. A series of drinks, if you want to be technical.

It's about this time that he realizes he hasn't fully tested out the headset he was given, oh-so similar yet different from the one he was used to wearing in his world.]

Hm. Hm. I wonder if it works well.

[Deeeep breath.]

TESTING TO THE EXTREEEEEEME!!!

Can anyone extremely hear me??

[Shallot had been doing some reading on this "Halloween" holiday everyone had been talking about recently. Dressing up in costumes sounded fun, but the idea of a holiday centered around such silly superstitions was, well, silly.

Shallot decided to see if what he read was true for the people here, too.]

Do humans really dress up in costumes every year to hide from ghosts?

[Maya turns on her headset's camera and it moves it around roughly, until it shows her younger-than-normal face. She smiles and then speaks in her higher-than-normal voice.]

Hi everyone! There's something great I want to show you!

[The camera turns around until it shows a a messy, unmade bed with purple sheets, and above it, a new poster hangs. There's even a signature on the poster, though it's kind of messy and hard to read.]

Ta da! Isn't it great!? Senti specially delivered it to me this morning!

[The camera shifts back to young Maya.]

So has anyone seen The Steel Samurai? The movie version is showing today at the movie theater! We should all go watch it today at the movie theater! I think I've talked to Hikaru, Cheri, Apollo, Spike, Kaguya, Tetris-man, Yuuki, and Yuuri so far... [Though she didn't quite mention today's showing to any of them before now...and never asked some of them to begin with.] Who else wants to come see it today?

[She doesn't like it as much as the show, but maybe she can get someone interested in it. It's easier to get someone to watch a two-hour feature than a marathon of an entire series' worth of episodes. That could come later.]

Don't miss out on the excitement and drama!

[The camera shuts off, and then after a moment, turns back on when she remembers something else she wants to say. In sharp contrast with her earlier cheerfulness, the postscript is in a worried tone:]Oh, and if anyone's seen Ema, please let me know me know.

[Vash is in the kitchen, attempting to make pancakes. Like most young teens, this is making more of a mess than any thing else. He's wearing the black skinny jeans and the tight red tee shirt he got at the clothing store. His coat was too big to be comfortable and Vash was feeling just a little vain about his young body.]

[After several bowls of batter and a trash can full of ruined pancakes, he finally gets a platter full of the things that are neither burned or raw. That's also the point when Vash realized he made way too many even for his new tremendous appetite. Mindlessly leaving the mess for the bots to clean up, he calls out to the network.]

Hey guys, if anyone wants some hot pancakes they're ready now in the kitchen! Come on and eat up, kids!

[Mihashi is wandering the halls of the shelter, trying to find a place to sleep. He doesn't know which rooms are full, and which are empty, and unfortunately for him, he's much to shy to try knocking on any of the doors. Maybe he'll just go back to that common room he was in earlier. That couch looked comfy enough.

Although...if he slept on the couch, it might make his shoulder stiff. If Abe-kun was here, and he did that, he would yell at him for not taking better care of himself.]