Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, [What. Oh, never mind her, she's just being Zinda.] here I am! Sure is a whole lot more crowded than I remember it bein' before though.

Which oneayya you boys or girls wants to go get a drink with a real pretty lady? [THE BRIGHTEST MOST CHARMING SMILE.]

[so, Flynn is in the dining hall just outside the shelter kitchen, with a plate of eggs and a cup of coffee in front of him. he is eating, but also staring with some confusion, at a sheathed sword propped up in the chair across from him. the sheathed sword has a cup of coffee (with cream) as well]

[.........it appears to be a perfectly normal inanimate sword that has been served a cup of coffee]

[would you like to side-eye him?]

[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[So after having spent much of the day so far speaking with newcomers and figuring out that he's probably one of those famed glitches, Kid is on his way to (what used to be) his room to try and shake off the nausea he'd been feeling all day. Unfortunately, the room he enters is far less than the perfect room he remembers organizing the first time around.]

What the hell is going on here?! How dare someone come into my room and mess up the symmetry I worked so hard to perfect! Who would commit such a heinous act?!

This is completely unacceptable!

[Remember this guy, Marina? Well, even if you don’t he’s reintroducing himself in much the same way he did originally – getting angry about the lack of symmetry. He doesn't even care that it was probably the bots that did it.]

Whoever had the nerve to do such a thing will pay!!

[And that’s all before he turns his attention away from the feed and concentrating on fixing his room.]

[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?

Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]

[Rogue has read all the brochures and she understands what's going on here. She comes from a world where there are factions of people who would imprison mutants just because they're mutants. She's got her cloak on but the hood is pushed back. As one might expect, she looks a little distressed, perhaps because she's imprisoned but perhaps not exactly. She is chained and working in Sector 1.]


I get some of the reasons I'm here but you don't understand. I didn't have a choice that time. It ain't like I ever wanted anyone hurt.

If you're in anyway involved with this, Kisuke...  [The video starts showing a dark skinned woman dressed in a black spandex outfit who is clearly not looking too impressed. No, on her face is a look usually reserved for Kisuke when he's done something stupid. But who can blame her? Arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrow with a predatory gleam.]

Feh. So Acumen, is it? If anyone, Warden or otherwise, is expecting a thank you for the gift...

[Letting that linger, before slightly raising her right stockinged foot. Of course, she can't exactly raise it too high, given that there's a shackle attached to an iron ball keeping it down, and seeing as she appears to have absolutely no abilities at all... Still, she gives it a little jingle before that leg lowers again.]

So what's this? A joke, right. Pretty poor taste, if you ask me. And a criminal? I suppose I've been called worse but this is one of the crappiest prisons I've seen.

[Gaze shifting back, there is still some jingling as she's wiggling her toes, not liking this hindrance at all.] So. I'd usually sleuth out answers myself, but I appear to be a bit limited at the moment. Am I supposed to by that whole little speech given to me when I awoke in this oh so wonderful place? Minus the ocean part, of course~ That I can see for myself.

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!

[Cloth shopping bag in hand, Rei is on her way to the convenience store before she visits the Butterfly Pavillion to think for awhile. First thing's first - she's planning on making Dotenabe tonight, so she'll need to restock her vegetable supply. If all goes well, she might even invite Kid for dinner. She's no great hand at cooking yet, but she's determined, which has served her well in the past.

There's a lot on her mind - Kid, Shinji, all the adventures of yesterday - so she seems a little distracted as she picks up packages of tofu looking for the right firmness. In fact, she may have been staring at the same package of tofu for several minutes now. Anyone wanna snap her out of it?]

((ooc: new post, made an oopsie with the last one.))

[Shinji's just going to fiddle with the device a couple of times before he gains the courage to talk.]

Um. Hello? Can anyone hear me? Am I still at NERV headquarters?

...Is this some kind of joke?

Did I get kidnapped?

[There's nothing strange about this scene at all. It's just Rei and Death the Kid walking together through the park, talking in low voices and occasionally smiling at one another.

Okay, some people might find the smiling strange. But really, there's nothing at all unusual about this.

Until you look slightly lower, and you notice that not only are their bodies quite close together, but their hands are intertwined. Now you might be wondering exactly what's going on here. And you'd be right to wonder. Approach them? Question Rei about this odd new development?]

((ooc: posting order = you, rei, kid. also, they're about the same height, so beware of moe overload if you try to picture this.))

[Today has been pretty eventful, what with all the temporary new inmates arriving and voicing their confusion, but Kid has found himself wishing that it would just be over. Although he'd prefer if none of his friends were brought here, he's been tuning in every now and hoping he would recognize even one of the new voices.

[But just sitting at home is boring and unhealthy, and he needs something to do besides this. So, he does the first thing he can think of at the moment.]

I'm sorry if this is bad timing, but I was wondering what you would say to a meeting for your skateboarding today?

Dammit, it's hopeless! How could I have let this happen? This is the worst!

[Kid had a little run in with the raptors last night. Kid's hair got clipped on one side of his head during the fight, and not the other. Kid is now crying over the network because of this fact, even though the difference isn't noticeable to anyone who doesn't hold a magnifying glass up to his hair.]

( There is a Rei at the beach, sitting on one of the dunes near the water. )

[She looks up suddenly and glances around - did she hear someone approaching? - then disappears back into her mind when she doesn't spy anyone there.]

[The voice turns abruptly on to the sounds of the communicator clattering to the floor, and the sounds of struggling and flailing.]

Gah-- What are you-- Lavi! Put me down!



((ooc: action for Lavi and Allen, also open to Naoya. voice open to anyone. warning for Lavi/Allen threadjacks everywhere))

[ She smashes the communicator against the closest solid object on hand (in this case the wall of someone's house) hard enough to turn it on, but gently enough so that it doesn't break into utter pieces in her hand. Her voice comes over the line high-pitched and angry. Not surprising for a new prisoner! ]

So -- this is it huh? This is what you've decided Misato-san? This is the decision all you NERV bastards came up with? Just because my synchro rate - just because - Oh! I get it. [ She adopts a high-pitched, mocking tone. ]

We don't need the Second Children because we have the perfect, obedient, pathetic First Children and Shinji the Hero! So lucky Asuka! You don't need to break your back saving humanity now that Shinji and Ayanami are here! And I completely agree. Who the fuck wants to work with those two dweebs? You can all go get massacred by those damn Angels for all I care. Go die and do it fast you [ and here Asuka kicks the basket ] BASTARDS!

[Rei is as close as she's ever come to being cranky, really. First she got no sleep after her talk with Neil, and then she woke up to - well, chaos is the only way to put it. It's still dark out when she goes for her LCL treatment, still dark when she has breakfast with Tsukasa, and it's still dark a couple of hours later when she goes to stock up on some groceries.

And that brings us to this exact moment, when she enters the convenience store and finds that anything of any use to her has been removed, apparently replaced with the worst trash anyone could imagine. She edges closer to the hot dog cart and eyeballs a weiner cautiously - does that even count as meat? It smells horrible. And what on earth is 'Poop' cola?

She's scowling darkly, hands on her hips, when she glances outside and sees that it's begun to rain. Exactly what she needed.

Anyone want to meet a rare bitchy!Rei?]

[Early Morning | Action]

[Bless Innovade technology, it was quite possible to set one's own body to wake up at regular times. However, the inner body clocks conflicted with what their eyes could see. Ribbons for one, was quite certain it was morning, but the skies remained dark -- perhaps Miss Lacus' celestial display was malfunctioning?

The next thing that registered in his senses was the smell -- of meat, spices, cheese and most of all, the meaty salty aroma of BACON.

Ribbons slowly crept from his room to go downstairs, where the scent of the food suddenly became stronger. What could possibly -- ?!

He drags a curtain aside, only to find the driveway and the doorstep with crates upon CRATES UPON CRATES PILED UPON CRATES OF TACOS. WITH BACON.]

H-Hiling...?

[... and then there was the "morning announcement". If a face meeting palm could be heard all over the prison, then the time is now.]


[Morning | Voice]

[A few moments later, Ribbons placed an open call, clearing his throat.]

Good morning, fellow inmates.

Is... ah... anyone in the mood for tacos? I most specially would like to invite those with voracious appetites.

[He doesn't sound as confident as he did the day before, but... he's trying, in the midst of visualizing what will happen if the whole lot is not consumed/cleaned very soon...]


(( OOC: Ribbons and Hiling are pretty much stuck in their house/lot as it were so feel free to drop by~ |Db ))