[Hello, Marina. Here's a familiar face! Only...not so much. This time around, GIR appears on the screen with red eyes and he seems to be a little more than peeved about being here.

There's a moment of silence before one eyes twitches and he attempts to hack into his communicator, wires popping out of his head to pick at it and try to broadcast to as many other communicators as he can. Of course that's not necessary, but he's doing it anyway.]

WE MEET AGAIN, ACUMEN. Your accusations are stupid! Your facility is STUPID!

YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE MISSION AND MUST BE TERMINATED.

[If you're a little ways away from the library, you should be able to see GIR seething as he starts to approach it. But be careful if you choose to approach him]

To the indigenous life of Marina Asylum: YOUR BRAINS WILL BE MINE. SLEEP IN FEAR. SLEEP IN FEAAAR!

( OOC Note~ )

[Lightly] If Acumen's going to arrest people based on crimes like these then it may as well arrest the entire planet. I suppose you can't really blame it though, since the person at fault should be the programmer. [Anyone foolish enough to make such mistakes should really look to another field.] Anyone can make mistakes.

If it's alright, I'd be happy to help look over the program. If not, then that's fine also. Bad things might happen with such a program in charge, but I have a tendency to worry too much. [Cheerfully]

My name's Ami Mizuno. I hope to become good friends with you all, no matter how crowded it gets. [♥]

[It's the first non-annual random defense force social~ On the roof of the DF's headquarters, we have strung-up lights around the ledge, decorations, and a table of food, mostly snacks, and drinks. (But not alcohol; sorry Sakamoto, let's say Gino warned you earlier in the day you'd have to get your drink on ahead of time?)

[There's some music, a dartboard set up, and a table with question cards -- mostly light, fun, get-to-know-you questions -- in case you all want to get your I've Never or some other form of question game on.

[Closed to DF members, their guests, and possibly crashers-- ask permission first! Event log, thread amongst yourselves~]

[Orihime plays with her communicator a bit until it turns on. She's looking much better, smiling into the communicator, wearing pajamas and without the pins in her hair, for once. She's also curled up with her back to the wall and her legs to her chest, on the floor of her new house. There are no lights on.]

I picked out a house...! I thought it would be kind of cool to have one, since -- ehe, Tokyo real estate is so expensive, maybe I won't ever be able to afford a house. There's all these rooms and all this space! I have an entire floor just to hang out on, and then there's bedrooms upstairs...

[She trails off a little, and glances back at the house, smile dimming slightly as she considers it. Still pleased, but something's still bothering her.]

But it's so much bigger than my apartment, and kind of quiet... I can't get to sleep now.

So, um. [sheepishly] What's everyone else's living situation, I guess? Did you move in with friends, or with friends you made here...? Do you have a house or an apartment or live in the big underground shelter thing...?

[Naoya flicks on the video, sitting in the park, with his eyes closed. He opens them after a moment, and stares straight into the camera.]

... Tell me, Marina. Warden's opinion aside... is it better to go along with rules, or demand a reason for them? And is it better to do what is expected, or what makes logical sense?

[He looks thoughtful, and then switches off the video.]

[[ooc; Naoya's open for action if anyone would like. ... Also there may be random lapses in tagging. /shakes Turkish internet and also muse that wouldn't leave me alone]]

[Len was unsure about doing this, but it had been something he has been wondering for a while already, so he wanted to know what others think about that, so he leaves a note that says...]

If you were given the chance to go back home, knowing that you would forget everything and everyone you knew from here... Would you still go?

[Near this note, they are some papers and pens. He's very curious about this...]

[Rei doesn't often open up to the community at large like this. Only when she is facing insurmountable issues, ones that trouble her - and this is one of those cases.]

If you were to return to your world, what state would it be in?

[And after a pause.]

What state would you be in?

You need not answer if this question is overly personal to you.

Hello everyone.

I was hoping to have this together sooner, but I've posted a listing of the classes and who is teaching them for our new school in the shelter and at the educational facility. Please look it over if you signed up. I had to make a few changes after talking with Acumen because The Doctor and Willow are no longer here, but of course if anyone isn't happy with something, just let me know so it can be changed!

It would also be really helpful if you could fill out details about your class to make it easier for people to decide what they'd like to take. There are some guidelines to help and some slips of paper to fill out.

I'd also like to apologize to all our new arrivals. I'm sure not very many of the welcome baskets went out on time, but they are still coming! I'm working on a way to fix that from happening again even if something like the sleeping sickness is going on. You should have treats by tomorrow though.

[So much business to attend to! She isn't a princess here, but it almost seemed like she had more responsibilities now than she did as sub-viceroy.] On a more personal note, I'd like to thank Soubi, Gino, Cross, Kazuma, and of course, my sister, Cornelia, for helping me when I was being too stubborn to realize I was sick before. It's certainly nice to be feeling awake again. I'm very glad to be out of bed! [And at the moment she is sitting on a bench in the garden.]

[Private to Cornelia/Hackable]
I checked with Acumen [a longer pause than is strictly necessary] and the disc was still ready so I picked it up.

(OOC: Please use the OOC post for actually filling out the course info.)

[ She tries to hide the worry behind exasperation, but it doesn't quite work. She hasn't seen Minako since yesterday and...maybe she really had disappeared...it seemed like a common occurrence here. ]

If you're still here Minako-chan - then please answer.


ooc: action = everywhere

[Someone has been spending some time with the computers. She's been attempting to get outside of the system. She hasn't been trying that hard, at least, not yet.]

There has to be some way to access other systems....

[She yawns]

Tieria, have you tried getting outside of the system?

[He's speaking directly into the microphone of his communicator, so he's not yelling but it's still LOUD, possibly with a ring of audio feedback:]

OY, IDIOT APPRENTICE. Get over here, now. [Never mind that he doesn't mention where 'here' is.]

[a bit less loud, now.] Oh, and if anyone needs the Supervisor, I think he's passed out in that lab of his. Or was, a few hours ago.

[A put-upon sigh] ...This Merlot is worse than swill. Anyone got something decent to drink?

(OOC: If anyone wants to find Komui, I'll gladly thread with him on this post, too!)

[Minako's seated in one of the shelter couches, carefully bandaging her hand up. She went to the hospital first to get a band-aid and some rubbing alcohol, the latter which she applied at the hopsital, and the former she took outside. She's quick and efficient about it - the routine is practically engraved in her head.]

[ooc: after this. keep in mind that if asked, there is a 99.9% chance that you will not be given the truth 8D]

[It hadn't been long since he had left Rei in Tieria's care. He still wasn't sure why he had done it, not entirely. She was just another person. Was it due to the special nature of what resided in her soul?]

[It was in these moments that he hated the last bits of emotion that clung to himself. Especially given that the moment of... weakness... that he had just indulged in had left him with very little energy. Casting a healing spell on himself would only further aggravate the problem.]

[So Naoya drags himself to the library, collapsing in a chair. As much as he hates to admit it, the high prevalence of bots in this sector should deter most from ideas of attacking him while he's recovering.]

[ There is a tower of books on one of the tables in the library. Ami is firmly ensconced behind her literary barrier. She's shut herself off from the world for a moment and will probably not venture out for a while. The only sound that gives hint to a human presence is the repetitive clicking and clacking of keys. ]

[ Ami pauses in her typing, letting the light from her hand held computer wash over her face before giving a soft sigh.]

Bother?

[There's been a lot of talk about this defense force since the murder last night, and Rei's been thinking a lot about that. Not only has she been looking for a purpose since she arrived, another mission to give her life meaning, but now she has the heavy weight of Instrumentality hanging around her neck - she feels a desperate need to atone, to help the world that still exists. So, once she's fully thought it over, she asks:]

Who is the leader of the defense force?

[Later - open to all]

Does anyone have experience with treating psychological trauma? I am with a boy who is non-responsive and may be hallucinating.

[This is probably the worst night Rukia has had since she arrived here. She's tossing and turning in her sleep and in the process accidently turns on the voice and video feeds as her hand hits the buttons on the communicator lying next to her.

Her expression is somewhat pained and she's got a bit of a cold sweat coming down from her forehead. She's muttering somethings in her sleep that for the most part probably don't make sense to anybody with the exception of the name Ichigo.

After a few minutes she finally gets up and curls herself into a ball, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Her expression hasn't gotten any less frightened or pained and it almost looks as though she's crying now. She'd been having a nightmare about the last time she was in prison and considering the fact that she'd been on her way to her execution it wasn't exactly the best dream she'd ever had.

That, coupled with the thought of her friends and brother could be seriously hurt right now didn't exactly put her in the best place, so she just sits there waiting to see if those painful memories will go away, not realizing everybody can see her in this unsightly state.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 59th day of the third generation.

There was an unfortunate incident near the shelter that resulted in the death of fellow inmate Tatewaki Kunou last night. The Defense Force has been mobilized to handle the situation, so there is no need to worry. It is advisable that inmates not roam the premises during the night hours, and that any with information pertaining to this situation contact a member of the force.

Inmate Haruhi Suzumiya, your request has arrived. You will find the disc copy at the entrance to Sector 1, the other items in the storage beside the theater.

[The communicator is perched across the room from what can be recognized as the only thing Reid had insisted on being present in the Defense Force headquarters, a large whiteboard. It kept things organized for a case, and everything in one place. Currently, it was covered in what was Fonic script, but he didn't know that. It was a small section of the Area of Effect sigil present in the dome last night.

Reid looks like hell, he's got a few small grass stains on his clothing, he's disheveled, the ends of his hair on one side of his head are singed, and he looks exhausted. But he's pushing through it.]

Attention everyone, please. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid with the Defense Force, and I have some very important information I need to get across to all of you. Behind me is a portion of a large area of script that I can only call a magic circle of some kind. Yes, this is an exact replica. I have an eidetic memory. The script is alphabetic like English, not ideographic like kanji in Japanese and Chinese. It appeared late last night, and is no longer present now. It glows with its own energy, and reaches temperatures hot enough to instantly incinerate this pencil. [Shows a blackened stub of a pencil.] The area outside of it was very cold. I tried to come back to headquarters last night when I saw it, but I lost consciousness first.

I ask that anyone with any information about this please come forward. And also, under no circumstances should anyone approach it or touch it. Please notify a member of the Defense Force as soon as you see it.

[He hesitates a moment.] And, on a more personal note, can anyone cut hair? [Self-consciously runs a hand over the singed parts.

[ Feels like a small miracle he was able to get up, shower -- though with habitual dropping of everything from soap to shampoo to towel -- and then dress himself -- his buttons are off -- and make it into the kitchen for breakfast. The robots helpfully gave him oatmeal and very strong tea and some fresh fruit.

Which he is dangerously close to falling asleep in. His cheek is on his hand and his head is slipping downward. ]

[ Here's a video of the park, Marina! It's sort of shaky before a redhead with an eyepatch and a uniform like the other Exorcists steps into view. He grins and is holding something small between his fingers, twirling it. ]

Hey, prison buddies.

Who wants t'see something awesome?

((ooc: have to run out! will tag back once I am stuffed full of takoyaki and taiyaki. 83))