[ there's silence for several beats, and then a soft, off-key huming. it goes on for maybe a minute, and it certainly sounds like a 'real' song -- but nothing any of you should recognize. it's an old, old lullaby.

finally, a husky feminine chuckle, and ]

Happy Halloween~...

[lots of rustling and shaking noises, since Kon's taken off his headset to examine it. He looks pretty out of place - the man in the long robes with the wooden geta sandals] ...Huh. Looks like those goggles... [sticks it back on his head and looks around]

This is my second time, so I really shouldn't be surprised. [sighs, rubs his head] So - question.

If I try to take a shower, will these robots follow me in?

Uh… is this thing on? [There’s a pause; Akihiko has taken the device off to examine it. He’s not exactly sure how it works. After a few moments, the voice feed comes back on.] I suppose so…

Guess we’ve gotten ourselves into a bit of a bind… my name’s Akihiko Sanada. If there’s anyone who can respond out there, I have a few questions for you. [There’s a small pause, and then he starts mumbling to himself.] I read all the stuff, but really - jail? If Mitsuru found out, she’d never let me hear the end of it…

I think I’ve got the basics sorted, but if there’s any additional info that would help, I’d appreciate it. Also, if there’s anyone from Iwatodai here - I’d appreciate hearing from you. [With that, he figures that he’s about done here, and turns the communicator off.]

[ for a while, over the communicator, there's just discordant humming. it might sound like an error. it goes on for almost a minute. then there's a pause, and a woman's voice murmurs almost huskily: ]

Pretty colors, pretty colors, little butterfly.

[ for those who want action, Agatha is hanging around near the butterfly pavilion. she keeps reaching her hands out for the colorful insects that swarm around her head. there are bots nearby, but they aren't particularly responsive to attempts to engage them in conversation. ]

[Abe wakes up on the baseball field, standing there in his practice uniform. He finds nothing amiss at first, except his lack of teammates. He wouldn’t fall asleep during meditation. He would have noticed if everyone snuck off while they were standing there. It wasn’t his birthday, there was no reason to play a joke or anything. He finds it hard to believe Mr. Shiga or Coach Mo would really stand for something like this right now.

His eyes scan the field, frown set on his face. This is annoying. Where the hell did everyone go, right before practice? There’s no one in the dugout. No one on the field. Looking down at his feet, he notices his glove is missing from where he left it there on the ground. That annoys him the most.]

Not funny, guys! Who the hell took my glove?

[He blinks at the communicator screen in front of his face, and reads the scrolling message with a frown. Yeah. That’s real original. He ignores it in favor of finding his bag where his cell phone should be. But on arrival at the dugout, there’s no bag. Well. Nothing much else to do besides go try and find the rest of his team.]

This is just great.

Criminals, I regret that there must be something of this nature, but as some of you are aware, inmate Ryohei Sasagawa has died. A small ceremony will be held for him shortly in Sector 4. You are encouraged to attend if you are so inclined.

Those of you who are still restrained can request escort to the memorial by a remote unit.


[feel free to socialize amongst yourselves. a remote unit will say a short, non-denomenational memorial about ryohei, and some nice instrumental music is playing from somewhere. ryohei's body is not present, but the remote unit is carrying a small tasteful urn]

[ she's been moving ceaselessly for two days straight now, and even her body is starting to suffer from lack of rest. she pauses, shoves the doors of a building in Sector 5 open, and moves as deep inside it as she can. she has to stop, even if only for a few minutes. there's just no other choice.

[ to help keep herself safe, she heads down the stairs and underground, where it's easier to erect herself a small sanctuary of rock wall. it should be enough to keep the curious bots at bay, at least. ]


(ooc: Tagged with those invited~. Want to join? Ask. ♥)

People are looking for you. I don't think you're looking to be captured.

You've read the files, right? So you should know about what I can do. It might be useful.

[Various supplies go missing from the processing plant.]

[Three computers go missing.]

[Two books go missing from the library. The Adventures of Tom Sawmill and Pippi Shortstocking.]

[The alcohol shipment is diverted again.]

Oh, Agatha. It really is a pity. And I thought you were of some value.