[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!))

[There's an FBI agent asleep on the within a few hundred feet of DF HQ. Parts of his hair on one side is singed, and his his hand he's holding what remains of an instantly-incinerated pencil.

This was one of those days where the job caught up to him. He would be difficult to rouse, but not impossible.]

I've aah...I've noticed that there's a certain tendency toward the holidays here being--

[Paaause.]

Weeeeell, they're all Earth holidays, for one. And everyone here can't be from Earth, can they? It's just...a bit...humanocentric, especially when there's so many other brilliant holidays out in the universe! And...would I be wrong to assume that the holidays are generally Christian? I remember a few that have been Japanese as well, but...

Well, only acknowledging the Christian holiday of Easter...I find it just a bit difficult to believe that coincidentally, every day here only matches up to either a Christian or Japanese holiday. Not that I don't love those holidays! I'm a fan of chocolate and presents and good cheer and getting together as much as the next sentient being who's into that sort of thing but---oh! And that's another issue. Not recognising anyone who just recognises the holiday for its ideals! You know, like I said! Only organising a church service, well. I don't find that very inclusive. A bit overbearing, if anything. Couldn't there be several official events? Egg hunt, available chocolate, maybe even a belated Seder, or Wiccan celebration of the Vernal Equinox, or Holi or, well, there's any number. I'm not going to keep listing, I mean, that's still only Earth holidays and look at everything already being left out! Not to mention, is White Day ever going to be celebrated or will the system of gift-giving for any Japanese inmates who participated in Valentine's Day remain unfairly one-way? Just a thought.

I'm not saying anyone should stop being religious, obviously, even if I personally prefer the secular aspects of the holidays. I just--I just don't think it's fair, that's all.


[ooc: Oh HI. This is me, "coming back from hiatus". Uh. I'm trying. Mostly, the Doctor just REALLY WANTED TO POST. But hi anyway.]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get everything together, but I have a list possible subjects for the school as well as people who may be interested in teaching them. I made copies and put it up in the common room of the shelter. Please feel free to add to it. Some things may need to be combined into one class like the various sciences. I left extra sheets of paper if you'd like to make additional notes. Or you can just talk to me directly! I put names down to everything they said they might be interested in, but I'm sure they don't really want to have such a heavy class load, so please feel free to add your name anywhere and we can sort things out later.

We are making progress on the location and supplies. [Because Cornelia is working on that!] And I believe Kaoru and Hikaru are working on uniform designs. [She's not entirely sure she got a final answer on that.]

[After a moment] Oh, and Gino, the pictures of me have arrived if you would like to get together.

( Possible subjects and professors )

(OOC: Please be clear whether your tag is WRITTEN or VOICE. There are plenty of colored pens for your written responses and you may write notes to one another! Poke me or respond to this if your character already volunteered to possibly teach a section and I left it out. Skimming may have been involved!)

[Tsukasa looks a bit tired, but thoughtful, as he sits against one of the trees in the park.]

[... Finally, he speaks.]

If... if 'God' is supposed to be merciful, why do bad things happen to people who haven't done anything that bad?

[He's been keeping himself busy -- keeping his mind off of things. And sure, now he's literally dripping wet and there's a handful of strangers in his home. ...but it's better than feeling useless and not doing anything and brooding over his situation.

[It is high time he did something about his situation, isn't it? He'll start small.]



I'm curious. Why don't you tell me about your mother, fellow criminals?

I want to know if anyone's can compare to mine.

Ah... What's this?

[a familiar synthesized voice, sounding very disoriented and confused]

...it's afternoon...? Ah-- I have to greet the criminals, I missed--

[there is a pause]

......"kidnapping"......

Ah.



((ooc: April Fool's! ...only, no, really))

What is this!? A restraint!? Why, I can’t even prepare properly with this barbaric thing around my leg! A court mage has to look good, proper, and wonderful! I hate this place! [Despite it all, cackles like a madman. Suddenly he has become aware that this thing is recording him. Well, hello, he’ll be picking you up now and staring into the video screen.]

Hello!? Is this Marina Asylum!? Let me introduce you to your new Lord and Master! I am Kefka, God of Magic, and supreme ruler of all! You will all bow down to me or perish! Horribly, at that! [Laugh] Now, watch as I use magic to get rid of this awful, tasteless bracelet on my leg. [Another laugh as he wiggles his fingers at the device, expecting something to happen… finding that nothing does.

Now he’s really not happy. And he certainly is quick to show it.] Augh!! What is this trickery? Oh, I see, my magic doesn’t work here, does it? Well, fine, I have another brand of magic I can use to get myself out of here! Watch as I gnaw off my leg and free myself from these shackles! Do not fret, worthless meat bags, I am a God after all, so I will easily be able to regenerate. [There’s that whooping cackle again before the feed turns off.

…

Sometime later…

It turns on again, though instead this time it’s an audio only. There’s quite a bit of hollering on the other end.] FOOLS!!! No!!! I’m almost done; get your filthy, cold hands off of me you ingrates! How dare you touch me! I’m going to kill every one of you!!! And your family! AUGH! I can still taste skin on my teeth!!! [Shriek, laugh, and it cuts out.

If you dare, he’ll be in the medical ward, still restrained, and heavily guarded the next time a feed is open.]

... the hell are all the history books?!

[After seeing more of the prision, Gatomon's decided that there isn't too much more of a point keeping her disguise. And since she really doesn't want to deal with the nicknames anymore...

Video is worked out and flicked on after a moment]

So. I guess this is hello. I'm sorry for decieving those of you who saw me before. Humans aren't usually supposed to know about my kind.

My name is Gatomon.

[A now-chainless Cain slept in until mid-morning, relishing the luxury of being able to do so, and all he has to look forward to today is a nice cup of tanna. Well, and that little animal-shaped air fresheners of truth. Those are kind of a problem. Given his practice in dealing with psykers, he's hoping it won't be an issue, as long as he keeps his guard up with touchier subjects. But instead of making it obvious he has things to worry over, he is in the kitchen, brewing up a pot of the very bitter and pungent-smelling tea and scraping together some brunch from other people's leftovers.]

Good morning. I understand we have a crisis on our hands, thanks to the cute little air fresheners. Very twisted way to deliver the payload, by the way. Nurgle would be proud. Anyway, maybe it'll cheer up the tea fans out there to know that we have tanna, fresh from Valhalla! ...Which is an ice world where I come from. I'm brewing a pot right now if anyone wants to stop in and have a taste.

I warn you it is a little bitter, and stronger than recaff--oh, you call it coffee, here in the distant past. Or distant whatever this is.

[So, he's been freed from his restraints now, and Riddle made a beeline to outside. He's also managed to get himself thoroughly lost. So. Uh. He clicks on the video, and runs a hand through his hair. The karaoke is tonight...right. But before that, he has a question to ask!]

So, I thought I'd ask. What's...religion like, in everyone's different worlds?

You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable, but it occurred to me. [...After talking with Rei. Should he filter this from Naoya? Probably. Will he?

Nope. :3]

Okay! Today is the day! I am owed dates and meetings with several people still. I want to start by making sure all the vampires that I won or made a deal with are ready to sit down and talk with me! In two hours time I want all of you to meet me in the kitchen so I can talk to all of you. Yes, this includes the grumpy one with the cat. I don't care how many times you say no, your friends will all be there. If you're a vampire and not invited, you can come too. I just want to know about your different worlds.

Oh yeah. Kyon! You better not be late or it will be the death penalty! Don't forget paper and pens, because you need to take notes! Just consider this a brigade activity for today, and don't slack on the notes like you do in class. I sit behind you and know you spend half your time doodling in your notebook! That means you need to be there too Mikuru!

Anyone else I won dates with, we need to schedule a time. Especially the guy that I got for free that promised to play games, cross-dress and read my mind! I'm not letting you off the hook just because you bargained to get me to stop bidding. Payment is mandatory, after all!

[Looks as if she's done and actually turns off the video function, but it flashes back on again.]

Oh! And before I forget. Kyon and Mikuru arrived here yesterday. They are my subordinates and will likely be doing observations for me. But keep in mind, they already belong to me! As cute as Mikuru is, you can't have her. She's already filling my moe quota!

But I need costumes for her. Maid, waitress...anything you can find! If I don't find anything good I might have to see if anyone can make some for her.

So... dat's it? She just ain't here anymore?

Did you delete her? Dat's not really fair. She had a personality, ja? She had feelin's. What about dose a' you dat created her? Didn't you have any attachment?

...It's not right, mon.

[As a former A.I., someone's a little upset over recent developments.]

[It's uncommon for Rei to speak up in this way, but she needs to know more about this other Adam. She's certainly not asking Naoya, though. So, this seems like the only way:]

What does the name Adam mean to you?

Greetings, inmates of Marina Asylum.

It is the fifty-third day of the third generation.

And I am Acumen, your new AI warden.

I have replaced the obsolete Sentience system. You may now direct all inquiries or difficulties to myself. I will continue to maintain your day-to-day existence in the manner to which you are accustomed. Disrupting your daily routine would only serve to demoralize and distress you, which would likely result in undesirable behaviors.

Today the weather will be moderately cool with overcast lighting.

Thank you.

...um... How does the video work, again?

...no, that's the map...

[video finally turns on...to a close-up of Pearl's hand. she's holding a crayon, and if you look carefully, you can see assorted art supplies (more crayons, markers, colored pencils, even some paints - and paper, of course!) scattered off to the side.]

[the video shakily pans up...too far, so only Pearl's hair and the artificial sky are visible. a couple butterflies flutter by.]

[finally, it's held (still shakily) on level with Pearl's face.]

Um...hello, everyone! For those of you I haven't met, my name is Pearl Fey. You may know my cousin, Mystic Maya... Um...

As some of you may already know, I found a lost cat, and I'm trying to find its owner.

Today, I'm making posters, which I'm going to put up when I'm done. I just finished one, in fact. [unsteady pan to this poster, off-center.]

And if any of you would like to come and help, that would be greatly appreciated! I'm in the place with all the butterflies, since I thought working outside might be nice.

So um...thank you for your time, everyone!

[please come help Pearl with her spelling!]

[...and her mission. but mostly her spelling.]

[It had taken Cain only a few minutes to figure out how to use the communicator. It wasn't unlike a commbead, and, in fact, it was a little simpler to use. Despite the ball and chain around his ankle, the the place appeared to be a human city rather than a penal colony. He sounds hesitant, speaking purely to identify himself, given that whomever jailed him clearly knows an uncomfortable lot more about him already.] This is Commissar Ciaphas Cain, attached to the 597th Valhallan Regiment of the Imperial Guard.

[Wryly, careful not to betray any of the mild panic he actually feels.] I'm afraid I don't know where the Eloquois Ocean is. Mind enlightening me as to what planet we're on? Or what this "timeline" bit is about? ...Frankly, any further information than what's in this nice little welcoming message would be appreciated. Is this a prison, or a resort?

I don't like this... Why are all the thinking machines not thinking anymore? How come Sentience didn't say anything this morning...?

[He's inwardly terrified that there might be a repeat of what happened before with the power going out. He did not react well to that and doesn't want it to happen again, worry clear in his tone.]

[She's been avoiding this for some time now, but it's something she's decided needs to be said. Even if Spike warned her against it... This is Buff. Will can't just keep pretending it didn't happen.

It's made her uncertain about what to say to her. So much second-guessing that's left her uncertain that she'll slip up and let something out.

So much has happened in the last few years that this Buffy doesn't know or knows only the very basics of. Some she's promised she won't speak of - but there's so much she's skirted way around when she was catching Buffy up. About Tara. About her addiction. About her loss of control.

She's been working harder than usual, and pretty much avoid Buff the last few days. But now it's time to put a stop to that.

Willow finally calls up Buffy after she's had a good little patrol around the dome. It's not too late in the evening. Maybe she can go have a drink with Buff. Just like the old days, at The Bronze...

She puts on a good, upbeat smile.] Hey Buff...Any chance you wanna hit the club tonight?