[ The feed is on, but it isn't recording anything particularly interesting. The view is sideways as the camera captures the sight of steam and of wet tiles of an open shower room. There are two echoing voices audible over the din of rushing water, but from the way that they are captured one might think at first that it was just one man speaking to himself. Those familiar with the Dylandy brothers for any length of time, however, will quickly notice the manner in which both men speak is different even if their voices are nearly identical. One speaks with a heavier accent than the other, and one is laughing just a bit easier. Both have that tell-tale exasperated sigh, and they cycle through many topics as they clean up; cars, their workout, the church, the stupidity of kissing robots....

Their voices aren't all that they share, either. The two figures step into the view as they leave the stream of water behind to lather up. Convenient censorship is provided by the soap, steam, and streaks of water left behind on the lens. In fact, it's hard to see much more than just the vague outlines of the two of them with their water-darkened hair matted against their faces and necks. Even with a clearer view, it would be nigh impossible to tell the two brothers apart unless you looked closely or, more accurately, they looked back at you up close.

The view is momentarily obscured by a round shadow which, as it moves away and enters into proper focus, can be made out as the green shell of one of the brothers' mechanical companions. An orange ball flies from off-screen to bounce against it, and then ricochets off to hit the communicator. This doesn't disconnect the feed, but the camera tips back and is now filming the ceiling of the shower room, wisps of steam wafting across the field of vision. ]

Oi, Haro. Frederick. Knock it off!
Come on you guys, that's enough.
You're going to break something.

[ A tinny, mechanical voice chimes in apologetically. ] Accident! Accident!

[ One of the voices is closer, now, covering for the sound of wet footfalls as the man approaches what is a pile of clothes and accessories on a bench. He looks down at the device, only his face visible, seems to notice something, and then wipes the water from his right eye. ] ....hey, is this—? [ The thought isn't completed as the recording ceases.

Right now the two men share something else. A single thought: Shit. ]

[ooc: Fanservice is go! Replies can come from either of the brothers not just Lyle]

[ today is the day when Kanda will hate his life. oh so very much. and then, with more perspective, he will hate your life -- and possibly attempt to end it.

where can you find him? well, he might be gardening, tending to the plants in one of the many open spaces around the dome -- or he might be in the athletic complex's training hall, meditating. ]


((ooc: RNG for the kind of bot that catches you with Kanda, but I'm up for anything! Just as long as you don't mind a little violence afterward. :D))

[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!)

[ His own hand reaches up, fingers lightly stroking the cloth patch that had affixed itself where his right eye should be. A momentary look of irritation and a furrow to his brow appears but he soon dismisses it, lowering his hand as he does. With a single breath, he considers every bit of information rather abruptly force fed to him before he finally glances at the device he has.

So it's come to this. While he had been careful in covering his tracks, only leaving clues obvious to his beloved, it seemed the law came for everyone. No matter how twisted its sense of justice was. However, it doesn't surprise him. It would have taken an extraordinarily sophisticated system to have captured him. So much more to have been able to tend to his burns (minor stings now, not so much that it bothered him) and seal him off.

But there was still a trickle of power remaining.
One tiny string he could pull that seemed so familiar. Connected to a certain... doll.

Wonderful. A small message drifts through the ether in hopes to hit a particular blond shinigami. Just two words. Simple and in a familiar voice to Hisoka's mind: Hello, boy.

But there would be time for a proper hello. For know, the matter at hand. ]

Incarceration. Quite the interesting situation I seem to have landed myself in.

[ A pause as he considers what else to say. But the thoughtfulness is replaced by a rather small smile. ]

I suppose it would be only proper to introduce myself to my fellow inmates. I am Kazutaka Muraki, a doctor by profession from where I was taken from specializing in cardiology and pediatrics.

Perhaps Acumen has a twisted sense of justice to bring a man such as myself to prison.

[ She had felt it. She had wanted to speak with him, after his troubling public question, wondering where it had stemmed from. Luck had not been on her side, until trying to reach him through the communicator had proven to be in vain: Naoya is gone.

The day is like one where everything seems to have fallen through at the same time. In passing by the Defense Force Headquarters, she learned that two members, two of those she had considered dear -- Alucard and Zelda -- have gone as well.

Since there was no science class to attend, no baseball practice, she decides to distract herself at the Devil's Compass, even if it was not her scheduled day of work. She could cook at the Shelter, or even at home but being "at work" felt more distracting somehow.

With her recipe notebook open on the counter, she absentmindedly tries to follow a new recipe. From time to time, she pops out of the kitchen, to sweep the floor and dust surfaces off -- if anyone comes in, they will be greeted with a smile. Life goes on, after all... ]


(( OOC: Old faces, new faces, everyone's welcome! Sasha might not be able to mix alcoholic drinks, but as per usual, she'll be more than glad to feed people X3~ Threadjacks are welcome ))
 

( The worst of mornings... )

[Voice]

For those who care about it, and are from his world...it seems Allelujah has gone home. [Tired sounding. Lind's run himself ragged trying to find Alle for Akito]

Akito's at the beach. He could use his friends.

[Action]

[The light sits on the sand and stares at the water without seeing it. He doesn't even seem to realise that tears are rolling down his face. He almost seems to be in shock now that the initial breakdown has passed, even ignoring his other half sitting next to him]

Everyone leaves me eventually... [The words are quiet, hollow. Why does everyone leave? Why does Acumen have to be so goddamn useless at keeping the important people here? Everyone leaves eventually...Kaito, Jennifer, Allelujah. Who was next? Yuuri, or Conrad? Tsuna, again? Why...why was he always left alone? It hurt...

For once, after a very long time of wanting otherwise, Akito wishes he could go home]



((OOC: As usual, feel free to reply to one, the other or both! Just let me know which it is, Voice or Action))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Marina Academy Faculty - teachers, assistants, and other volunteers ): a notice from Gilbert G.P. Guilford.

[Oblivious to the bomb crisis because it hasn't even happened yet, thanks to a distinct lack of respect for chronology, PM is cheerfully going about her route while there is still some light out. Of note is a pure black sword strapped to her side with a makeshift sheath, but other than that one rather noteworthy change, she goes about her day trying to track down the various school faculty.]

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[Video: Open to all]
Good evening, Marina. As you all have no doubt heard, there has been a threat to the Defense Force Headquarters. We are well aware of the situation and have already taken steps to ensure safety. It would be most helpful for everyone to remain calm.

Additionally, please do not cross the established perimeter surrounding the headquarters. [Which is easily spotted with the bright crime-scene like tape, and posted guards.]

We are available to answer any questions you have.


[Filtered to Defense Force]
Hello, Defense Force members. [A somewhat more official, yet still friendly, tone.] Suzaku would like to thank everyone for their adherence to his instructions. Those who are guarding the perimeter, please be vigilant about not allowing anyone through. Patrol members are instructed to report any concerning activity over official filters right away.

Anyone with abilities that allow them to withstand an explosion safely, please contact myself or Suzaku to volunteer for searches within or in the immediate area of HQ. Anyone else who feels they can assist in any way, please respond immediately.

As far as punishment for the perpetrator, it is still under consideration.

Please continue to assure the inmates that things are under control. The goal of this threat was panic, and we cannot allow that to occur. Remaining in close contact is essential, and please remember to use the official filters.

((OOC: I'm on my way out but I wanted to get this up! Lacus will answer tags when I get back, BUT Suzaku may also respond and/or people can discuss among themselves. o/ ))

[Hikaru is missing Kaoru like crazy. That's not unusual since his brother is his entire life, and it feels like he hasn't seen him in a very long time. Not having him here always felt terrible, despite making friends and always meeting new people.

Look at how hard he's concentrating.]

Will you help me with a personal survey? It's just some things I've been thinking about.

Some of you may remember Kaoru, my brother, when he was here for some time. We're used to people assuming they know what being twins is like, but most of the time, they're wrong. So here's where the survey part comes in:

What do you think twins are? More specifically, identical twins.
What kinds of things do you think when you see twins?
Do you ever assume they are the same, just because they have the same face? Be honest.

I want to know what you think. People really can't be as clueless and as dumb as they have been in my life. I hope you prove me wrong.

[Tieria was out doing errands before the end of the day. He had a bag over his shoulder with some books from the library for class, and two grocery bags in his opposite hand for a few supplies back at the apartment. Making his way through the snow, having thankfully missed the snowball fight the day before, he was headed back to the apartment now after his day.]

[It's been a while since he went all out on a practice like this, but it's about time.]

[Allelujah's in the dojo, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the training dummies. He's got his knuckles wrapped - it seems those sweatbands on his arms are good for more than one thing - and there's a constant 'thud' of impact as he tries to push away his frustration into the practice.]

[The style's not elegant, but it's simple and effective. He varies it a little bit, switching from punches to kicks on various targets on the dummy, and he moves around it a little, but otherwise he's focused on beating the crap out of whatever he's imagining on the dummy's fabric.]

[He does stop briefly every so often for water, though, which is probably a good time for anyone who's come to investigate the noise to try to talk to him.]

[Silence..and more silence...maybe the best silence you've ever heard in your entire life--

--Until it happens.

There's giggling, bubbly little giggling which gradually builds up and up and up without stopping. Where is it even coming from?

Well, GIR isn't about to leave you wondering for very long.]

Did anybody miss MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!

EEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!

[It didn't take Hiling long to figure out Ribbons was missing again. She had wanted to thank him for the pink cardigan and scarf she was now wearing, but he was nowhere to be found. There won't be any announcement of his disappearance. Instead, she intends to find a way to distract herself.

Her pet project seems like just the thing. Hiling claims a room in the education center with all the tools she needs as well as the supplies she acquired from Acumen. She's building something by the looks of it. Eventually it will be her Mobile Suit simulator, but for now she's just getting started. Every so often, she'll move back and forth from the laptop to the parts she's messing with.]

Nena Trinity has returned, and this time Michael has arrived as well.

[Short. To the point. He wouldn't expect a response from anyone who didn't want to. He was just warning everyone so there weren't any surprises later followed by angry misunderstandings like last time. Though, it wasn't like Nena and Michael had been very secretive about their arrival.

His tone also left no question as to his feelings on the matter. He was not a happy camper.]

Okay, really now.

[Michael here? He doesn't look at all happy. He's eaten everything in the welcome basket and now he's both bored and frustrated--not with being in prison, because it doesn't feel like a very huge deal, but with being out of food for the time being, and more importantly with the chain around his ankle. It's heavy and it sucks, trying to drag it around. That, and for some reason he can't use his brainwaves at all, not even the tiniest pulse of neural activity. Nothing.

The location and circumstance aren't the problem. It's being, for lack of a better word, human, and physically restrained.

And alone. Being alone is...unnerving. He doesn't like it, and he looks antsy because of it.]

If anyone can understand me, I'm looking for my siblings. Their names are Johann and Nena.

If you don't appreciate a foot shoved so far up your ass you choke on it, I recommend you start talking. Any one of you, and make it quick--no bullshit. I don't have all day.

[What will he do if he doesn't get his way? Given the way he's talking and the dangerous gleam in his eyes, he'll give you three guesses.]

[familiar face, anyone? she's a grumpy mcgrumpypants today oh nooo.]

I just woke up with what feels like the worst hangover ever, different clothes on, and chewing gum in my hair. Again. Once was way more than enough, and I didn't even fucking do anything last night! Even I just relax sometimes y'know, geez.

So, I need icecream and someone with superpowers. Now! I'm not getting any younger here, y'know.

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[Michiru is sitting in one of the lounges with a mug of coffee. She distracted both from a recent conversation and from feeling a bit claustrophobic from not being able to leave the shelter. It's more knowing that she can't that has her on edge. At least the news that they will be able to leave soon is a relief. She also misses some of the others from home now and without much of a distraction, she's dwelling on it.

She hears someone walking by and glances over at the door, curious who it was]

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[Sure, she can't access the post office, and the fact that everyone is in such close proximity probably means that no one will send letters today. PM can deal with that--there have been slow mail days even without extenuating circumstances, after all. Still, she needs to put in the effort.]

[Outside of the shelter room she temporarily shares with WV, AR, and her pet lobster Castell, she hangs a little sign:]

Temporary post office
Slip letters under door or knock for parcel service

[Never mind that putting tape on the freshly-cleaned door seems a bit rude. She'll just have to do her best to remove it later.]

[Since there is so little mail to be delivered, this is also in big part a general social adventure. PM leaves her uniforms behind in favor of a nice winter dress--though she still wears her Postal Service hat and badge--and sets out for a nice walk through the shelter to visit with whomever she can.]

[After she delivers the mail to Orihime and Sasha, that is.]

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