Good morning. Today is the 57th day of the third generation.

Criminals Kitty Pryde and Tyki Mikk, there are no exceptions to the ban on sexual activity. As such, you have been outfitted with a neck restraint for one week. Please keep regulations in mind from now on.

...On a more positive note, today coincides with the Easter holiday in some timelines. A service will be held at approximately 10:00 this morning, and will be led by inmate Allen Walker. Even those not of the Christian faith are welcome to attend and hear the message promoted.

Requests for the following inmates have arrived: Axel, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Lacus Clyne, Lavi, Princess Euphemia, and Rei Ayanami. You may receive them at the entrance to Sector 0.

Preparations for the small plant shop that inmate Setsuna Seiei suggested are underway. There will be a variety of plant life available from different worlds, but I will hear suggestions if any inmates desire something in particular.

[OOC note: The collars on Kitty and Tyki are impossible to phase through, and any physical contact with other inmates will result in a shock-- though nothing will happen if they phase through someone]

[While she might face her first Easter alone, she refused to let it pass without some semblance of tradition. (It was hard not to.) In the kitchen of the Shelter she chose to set herself up, perching on a high stool against the counter with several bowls of dye before her, some paints and a basket of hard boiled eggs. A few were already decorated, painted designs in pastel colors and left to dry.

It helped pass the time, and she was very welcome to company.]

Hm.....Excuse me! [Lizzy is sitting on her bed in her temporary room until the mansion is built. Where has she been? Who knows?]

I'm just curious and since it seems that people really come from everywhere, I want to try new things.

So! What is the fashion from your home? Like what you like to wear, favorite colors and styles, and all of that!

[This is a very serious question.]

Everyone, especially people who arrived today, I need your attention!

[And now a quick intake of breath. This post is very difficult for her, but it's important.] You must not eat or use any of the contents of today's welcome baskets. They are potentially very dangerous. The cookies may contain pins and there could be other hazards.

If you have one, please let me know so it can be disposed of safely. If you have already eaten something and need any kind of help, please let me know so we can get you medical attention.

I'm... [Her voice trembles, and she continues much more softly.] I'm very sorry for this.

EDIT: (OOC: I should have mentioned that no baskets other than Lavi's were tampered with, so all the ones being recalled are perfectly safe.)

[Miranda has been thinking. Right now she's out near the beach, sitting in the sand. She was happy to know that Lavi has returned, but it also makes her feel guilty to think that. You're not supposed to be happy that your friend is trapped in a prison.

But she's also been thinking about the school. And about when she went to school as a child.]

U-Umm...hmm...I-I know t-today is...stressful f-for some of us, b-but...m-maybe we can think about good things? Like...

U-Umm...Wh-What is one good memory you have? Of here...o-or home, i-if you'd prefer?

{OOC: Miranda has heard enough upset people today that she kind of wants to help people think about something happy.}

[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]

[Someone slept throughout most of the day. Someone woke up feeling particularly more hungry than usual. If you know his never-ending appetite, do not fear: he didn't eat everything in the kitchen.

He has, though, discovered ice cream. His thought process was probably something such as: 'Aa. There's a lot of it.' And, 'a lot of it' sealed the deal. Yoite's never had ice cream before. If he could taste, he might have taken his time. He might have savored flavors. The inability to taste, the vast hunger, and the habit of eating inhumanly quick meant he probably ate two entire tubs by himself in a little under fifteen minutes.

He's tense. More so than usual, and shivering.]

Just now, I tried ice cream. It was wet and very cold. [But not 'sweet'.]


[A huffy, jittery breath.] I think, I'm allergic.



[No ice cream also means, he's never had a 'brain freeze' before. |:]

Um...hello everyone! [There's some fiddling. She sounds as though she's still not entirely sure how to use the communicator yet] Demyx-san has alreayd made an announcement...but I think it would be nice...if everyone could come to the Karaoke Party tomorrow night at 7 in Sector 3. It'll be a lot of fun! If you do not know what Karaoke is...it's singing! You get to sing to music, so it's exciting. Um...there will be lots of people there...so please come join the fun!

Especially Sakamoto Beer-san! If you can hear me, please come too. We cannot do a proper Karaoke Party without you, Demyx-san wanted me to let you know! We need 'The Drunk Guy'! So if you know him please join us too! [She's considering them two different individuals]

And lastly...um...um! I had two ideas...for buildings.  There are two things that I think might help make everyone more happy. But I wasn't sure how to go about starting them...or if we're allowed to. How do we....do something like that?

[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?

Good afternoon, everyone! I have made several stollen loaves and they are free for the taking in the shelter kitchen. Enjoy!

Also, I am hoping to speak to the lovely fräulein Miranda, if someone could direct me to her.




((ooc: Guys, it's pronounced "schtahln", not "stolen". The communicators would convey the proper pronunciation, not the spelling. It's also been addressed in the thread with oppositioishtar.))

[Sakamoto sounds as if he's in a lot of pain, and his breathing is labored as he attempts to make a post over the communicator. His laugh reveals signs of fatigue as it is usually not as jolly as it typically is.]

Ahaha... It seems that there's a major-

[There's a wretching noise, but Sakamoto stifles the urge to throw up, or attempts to, but he can barely make it through the next word.]

Problem...

<sub>[Ever since Yuuki told Nana that her Papa was bad, she's felt sad and upset. Papa loved Nana. If he didn't, he wouldn't have given her new arms and legs and he wouldn't have been nice to her or given her his purple neck string. Papa loved Nana - Nana was sure of the fact...

Her voice sounds quiet when she speaks, almost sad. There's a bit of a quiver to it as well.]</sub>

Um...for the people here who have a Papa, what is your Papa like?

[for once, a distinctly displeased Allen; he has overslept somewhat lol sleep issues and missed the lack of announcement] Did someone break the robots? They're being extremely dense this morning. I can only order one entree at a time! [and this situation is completely untenable]

[A podium and stage, decorated with pink and red, has been set up outside the shelter. Here's where the action happens...!]


[Everyone who wants to RP out their auction should make a comment here, describing what they're wearing and how they're feeling/acting in the comment. Don't say anything. You may optionally add context relative to the timing of the bidding, like mention that he's impatient for character X to go up, or is weirded out because character Y just bought someone else and she was supposed to buy him, or is anxious because she's the first one up there, etc.

[Then Minako responds with patter commentary, attempting to sell your character based on what she knows/has been told. She will put [Bidding] in the subject line. Respond to Minako's comments to bid. Just like in a real auction, the bid that is the highest or the fastest will be the one accepted!

[Please go up in increments of no more than 300 sentis at a time, and remember that 1500 sentis is a reasonable price for a date. Indicate in bold in brackets if you have OOC plans, like, "[He was confident he would win]" or "[She was starting to worry she didn't have enough cash]" or "[The thought of losing didn't even cross his mind]". It is common courtesy not to interfere with established plans; if you want to do something else, talk to the mun whose intentions interfere with yours.

[But try not to choreograph things too extensively. You have the right to decide what you want to happen to your character, but it's fun to let these things be spontaneous, and you don't have the right to tell other people their characters aren't allowed to do something IC just because it interferes with your extensively scripted plans.

[Minako will declare the winner of each auction, largely at her discretion, and then the bidding will be over.

[People may also start their own threads off the original comment with the biddee with subject lines like [Before the Bidding] or [After the Bidding] to interact with the person up for auction. Try not to do post-bidding threads until after the bidding is concluded -- for obvious reasons!]

[ The camera starts recording. Ribbons is sitting with his legs crossed on a bed in a room that is obviously one of the shelter's many quarters. He looks up from the ground to stare directly into the camera’s face. He smiles pleasantly.

The usual indicators that point out a filtered entry have been hidden. ]

Hello, denizens of Marina Asylum.

I am Ribbons Almark. I have just arrived here. From what I have read and heard when looking through this network, the situation as I gather is this: I have been brought here, against my will, to a prison maintained by robots and an AI computer called Sentience. The facility is deep underwater. Most people here are from different "worlds", and sometimes a single person will appear and reappear multiple times, each with no memories of ever being here. In addition to that, those I may recall as being dead could appear very well and alive. Any strange abilities my fellow inmates may have had have weakened to a more easily governed state.

And currently, there is no way for me to return to my home world. Not even if I mind my Ps and Qs.

Is all that correct? Or perhaps I've missed something.

[There's the sound of objects clattering to the floor followed by Mikaela panting heavily in the background. Having just been pulled out of an epic battle between man and machine she's a little more than flustered. And now that she realizes that there's something on her face she's slowly transitioning into panic.]

Wh-What!? [Now there's hurried footsteps as she rises to her feet and starts running, fiddling with the device to start randomly switching between video and voice. Anyone paying attention will see her with her hair up, dirt, motor oil, and blood all over her face, and the occasional shot of burned through and ripped clothing.]

No! You--Bee!? Sam!? SAM!! BEE!! [Half paying attention to the message on her communicator she presses her back against a nearby building and sits before prying the thing off and nearly yelling into it. It's not a transformed Decepticon from the looks of it, but she'll never know unless she antagonizes it first. Voice clearly pissed and hoarse,]

Hey, HEY! You Decepticons are behind this, aren't you!? You won't get away with this! [Pause...then she gives off a little, cocky laugh.]

What makes you think kidnapping me will do you any good?

W-W-What?! [After what seems to be a bunch of playing around with the communicator in her ear, a young girl, wearing a beautiful frilly dress, appeared on the screen. She in much surprised, amazement, and confused all at once right now.]

A-Ah! Woah, what is this? There is nothing like this back home. [Tilts her head slighty, before looking around.]

Am....I really at the bottom of the ocean? I know it's pretty, but there must be a mistake. [Frowning a bit, wiping her eyes a bit. Until, she got to her crimes list. She fretting right now.]

Wait.....Accessory to murder? B-But, I didn't kill anyone!

[ooc. OKAY I KNOW I FAIL I'M SORRY fjasdklfasdjfklasdfjkl

and full out shouting into the mic. enjoy.]

-- WHY AM I HERE AGAIN.

Look, I know I'm awesome and you all want this great god and all but -- Shit!

[ sound of him kicking something and it cuts off ]

[ some rustling noises and then a happy voice ]

Ah! So that is how this operates!

Good evening! My name is Adam!

Thanks to everyone's help, I've been able to put together a few baskets for new arrivals. If anyone who contacted me before about helping or anyone who wants to join in now would like, I'm in the kitchen assembling more.

I would really appreciate help distributing them. Sentience is giving me a list of all the newcomer's names, but no addresses of course. I'm sure it will be a little hit or miss. [A little apologetic sounding.] But I hope it helps a little.

I also added extra chocolates to these since it's Valentine's Day. [Does not sound sad! ...Might sound a little uncharacteristically formal on this point.]

[Added a few moments later as an after thought] And if you are recently arrived and haven't gotten one, please feel free to drop by or speak up.

[OOC: Set in the late afternoon.]