[The feed cuts on to show Lockon in a hospital bed, the back of it stuffed with extra pillows to accommodate an upright sitting pose. His head has a bandage wrapped thinly around his forehead, but its purpose only seems to be keeping a large wad of gauze from slipping off of his right eye. He was still dressed in a hospital gown, and it didn't look as if he was in any hurry to go anywhere. The bandage from his right arm is also missing.]

Oy! What's all this I'm missing about another holiday? A guy can't take a single day off without missing all the fun. [He seemed in high spirits, a bit of a cheeky grin on his face, and he winked/blinked at the camera.]

So, where would a guy go to get porn around here?

[The Doctor has already thought for a while and read the Greeting over several times by the time he makes his post. Thus, he’s looking unaffected, and cheerful, leaning against a wall in the Shelter.]

Hullo!

It’s not too bad here, bit like a cruise, really, even if it would be submarine rather than surmarine. [He pauses to grin for a moment at his own "joke".] Anyway, I’ve been in quite a few prisons before—weeeell, maybe not quite a few, or at least, even if it has been, it was always due to a misunderstanding at the time...weeeell, generally due to a misunderstanding, but it...what was I saying? Oh, right, I’ve been in prisons before and this has to be the nicest one. Top marks!

Or, nearly. [Camera points down at his foot, and the chain and ball attached to it.] I could've probably done without this thing. But it is a prison, so I don't know why I'd expect anything different.

[He shakes his foot attached to the chain.] I'd ask for a tour but I don't want to be shambling after someone so that'll have to wait.

[Thinking for a moment, he laughs.] Oh, yes, and I'm the Doctor. And before you ask, yes, it's just "the Doctor".

[One last grin at the screen and then he shuts the video off.]

[At first, he looks as though he'll speak. His breath catches, and a small fit of coughing is let into a gloved palm. Then he's back to focusing on the screen, brows knit, with an authentic confused expression.

He isn't sure what to say and he seems to be concentrating.]






Aa. [Just a small, surprised sound. Really, he isn't sure what to say about this at all.]

[Mystic Maya was hurt. badly.]

[Pearl woke up at around six or seven to find herself in the hospital, wearing a hospital gown but not...sick or injured or anything, as far as she could tell.]

[but someone had hurt Mystic Maya, and her cousin wouldn't tell her who, how, or why. laughed it off and said she'd fallen.]

[...and told her she shouldn't channel Dahlia again.]

Could someone tell me what happened last night? I think...I think I hurt someone important to me.

Ffff.... shit. What the hell is this?

[muttermutter. Someone is not happy.]

How do you work this thing.... [He also didn't mean to start the voice recorder.]

Fuck. Everything. How the hell did I even get here? I'm not wet, and I didn't feel any youkai presence... I would've woken up. [There's some shifting around, and some awkward noises of him fumbling with the communicator.]

Shit. This could not have worse timing. I swear, if anything happened to them, heads are rolling.

[There's a moment's pause.] ... Wait, is this thing..? [On? Why yes, Gojyo, yes it is.]

... Damn it all to hell!

[clicking buuuttons, so then the audio turns on.

The device is strange, but it's something like a cross between a radio and film. She’s alerted by a recording light, which catches her mid-sentence.]-rk… Hm?

... Hello?

[Having heard and seen footage of other inmates, hopefully she was broadcasting on the same channels. Hopefully doing this right-]

Um, hello. My name's Alice. I arrived here earlier this morning, and while I'm still uncertain whether my... crimes are fair I had a question I'd like to ask. Would anyone know what happens back home in our… absence? [She was prepared to leave, but if she had just... vanished, well.] I've got people I care about very much, and I would like to know if they're doing alright. Thank you.

[hesitance, she isn't sure what else to say, so:] ... Are we really that far underwater?

[ The video clicks on, revealing a young woman - late twenties, probably - in jeans, a button-up shirt and jacket sitting in a chair. She stares for a moment at the camera, sunken eyes clearly visible, before looking away from the camera. The video cuts out anything below her knees. ]

...hello?

[ She stops, licking her lips. One hand absently crosses over to the other, lightly scratching her wrist. In the background, an unlabeled bottle of pills can be seen on the table. ]

Listen, if anyone can hear this... [ Her voice is nearly silent. The words sound rehearsed - less flowing and more mechanically precise. ] ...who allowed- I mean, who authorized this transfer-

[ Her voice cracks slightly, and she swallows heavily. Her lips are obviously chapped - she's probably dehydrated. ]

Something crazy's going on, isn't it? I- I don't know why I'm here. This isn't right. Where am I? Where is this place?

Is any of this even happening?

Daddy-

[ She chokes on the word, covering her mouth and slamming her eyes shut. After a tiny moment, she reaches out, fumbling with the communicator before shutting it off. In that last moment, tears can be seen in her eyes. ]

It feels much better being rid of the ball and chain. It was tiring having to drag it along everywhere. Not to mention feeling so much like that of a herded animal. It was insulting. I'm glad it lasted no longer than it did.

After last night, I do hope everyone is alright. From what I've heard, it sounds a little too eventful. Is everyone recovering? Before changing my profession to future housewife, I was a nurse. If I'm able to be of some assistance, I should make myself available. So many children were hurt, too. To think that some one would go out of their way to hurt so many innocent people. Why, even the mob wouldn't do such a thing.

Yesterday I spoke to a little girl and she mentioned a name to me. I'd be very much obliged if someone was able to help. I'm looking for a 'Mr. Nick'. Apparently he is a lawyer. Does anyone know where I can find him?

I'm sorry, I don't know who took care of Shin last night, but I wanted to thank you so much and let you know that I'm back in my room and feeling better. Whenever you're able, you can bring him back. I hope he wasn't too much trouble. Thank you again!

[Private to Cho Hakkai]

Hakkai, are you still up for our outing today? I've just got to collect my dog from someone who was watching over him last night, and then I'll be ready! I'm looking forward to it.

(When the feed clicks on, the Master pans it around a room in the education centre where he's apparently set up shop, before setting it on it himself. Evidently, his restraints have been removed and he's feeling a little chuffed about it.) So, Marina. How's that defence force working out? Busy night for you all, I hear. But that is neither here nor there. The defence force and the attacks speak of an incredibly disturbing contentment to stay here. (He looks slightly disgusted at the concept before his expression settles back into his almost-standard smugness -- although compared to the previous three days, there's a hint of distraction.) Such limited aims, Marina. I'm disappointed. Still! Some of us have larger goals in mind.

(There's a brief pause and he glances down at the table momentarily, apparently fiddling with one or two items before a small smile of amusement plays at his lips.) The electrolysis of sodium chloride solution. Don't worry, I don't intend on gassing you all. (There's a flash of amusement in his expression, as if he's remembering something particularly amusing.) It's going to be useful! (For him. Regardless, he pauses again to tap on the table a few times.)

Do you hear them, Marina? The drums. (A flicker of emotion -- irritation? anger? it's too brief to tell. If you happen to come across him in the education centre, it would be more than obvious that he's building something.)

( OOC NOTE )

OI!

[No, he doesn't care about being loud. In fact, he's making sure the recording area is practically at his mouth.]

What kinda of joke is this!? Where's Zangetsu!? Aizen!?

[Growling!]

Shit!

[The video flicks on, blurring a little as tiny drops of...water...fall onto the screen. The 11 year old girl behind the screen looks distraught, tears still collecting at the corners of her eyes. She breathes in an effort to calm down, but her voice comes out as tremulous]

U-um...is this really prison? Or an illusion maybe? I can't sense the magic any-anymore. Eriol-kun, what is this? I thought I had to -

S-sorry, my name is Kinomoto Sakura. [and here it takes on a panicked, higher pitch if possible] I – I can't stay! If I don't go home, everyone's going to disappear...they're going to d-die- I have to go home! I have to beat Eriol's spell or I'll never – I'll never see them again!

[Her face whips up, she's crying for real now.] Please, let me go! Please! I'll do absolutely anything, if I can only go back and save everyone – so...please.

[ooc: tagging may be slow-ish]

Don't- don't anyone come near me right now.

["Zero" looking...very uncomfortable. It's hard resisting all these delicious smells, okay!]

But I wanted to ask.

[A very serious "Zero" expression into the screen. He's so, so serious, guys.]

Ask me to do something- anything. I need a distraction.

[ooc | Bodyswitched with Zero. Did not handle suddenly lusting for blood very well... and is still trying to manage. Not that he really cares haha, just more in consideration for Zero than his own moral virtues. But on another note- he'll save all these "requests" people give him for when they switch back :)]

[The sound of a frantic, angry, cursing man can be heard through the communicator. His words aren’t very clear, but what can be made out sounds a lot like “Christine” and “that damn Persian”.

The man is pacing around, trying to figure out what just happened and where he was, paying no attention to the fact that the answers were in front of him, coming down from the headset on him.]

How can this have happened? Christine was just in front of me, my hands were around her neck and~

That damn Persian tried to warn me not to do anything stupid with her and now look what I’ve gotten myself into!

[He trailed off, not wanting to admit what he had just been about to do. Finally, with his rant coming to a pause, he notices the fact that his mask had been replaced without his realizing it along with the headset he was now wearing.]

What is this thing? Some sort of futuristic letter?

[He begins to read the words in front of him and begins to laugh maniacally.]

An asylum?

They’re just now feeling the need to bring me here, when I’m about to kill one girl for taking off my mask? How ridiculous!

[Erik is quite aware that the fact that he was about to kill Christine isn’t funny, but rather the fact that he was sent here now rather than when he was in Persia, killing merely because the khanum was bored, was what he found to be utterly hysterical. ]

(OOC: It has been brought to my attention that not everyone may have read my OOC post for Erik's intro. While I was only about to find icons that had the play and movie versions of him, he looks like he's described in the books. This means that rather than having a half mask like in the icons, he has a full mask with only his mouth showing from the bottom.)

Hi everyone! It's Reira again. I have a question for you guys:

Do any of you have experience with dogs? Because I got a puppy today, and I can't seem to get him to walk, or eat, or play, or do anything except hide in my arms and sleep. Is that normal, or am I doing something wrong?

If anyone can help, I'd really appreciate it!

Nunnally? Where are you? Lunch will be ready soon. I know you don't want to miss it.

... I guess... maybe she has gone home. Best of luck to her. I hope it's peaceful for her.

T-This is scary! A criminal? Me? This is so terribly frightening! I know my rights. I'd like to ask for my lawyer. Now. I think there must be a mistake. There is absolutely no proof I did any of those horrible things listed. None of this was supposed to be about me. I even hired an attorney for my dearly beloved fiance.

Oh dear-- If he finds out that I've somehow been arrested under these false accusations, I can't even imagine what he or his family might do.