Good morning, criminals! Today marks the forty-seventh day of the third generation. It should be a warm, sunny day, and those of you who are recovering from last night are encouraged to spend some time outdoors and enjoy it. I would like to inform everyone who might not be aware that the threat has been handled. It is most regrettable that such a thing happened, but this is precisely why this system does not bring criminals back from the dead.

I have one last, fairly significant code adjustment to make to this system. Please bear with me if I cannot converse with you this morning. If you require my input, please feel free to come visit the kiosk in Sector 1, and I will address your concerns there. Thank you for your understanding.

[After contacting Bakura, Sakamoto is humming (although still slightly off-balance) as he finally reaches the clothing store. It wasn't really a store, he thought, because there wasn't anything being exchanged, no currency or goods, like he was used to, so he didn't really feel that it deserved that title.

It was a sight to see- A woman with a tarp around her who couldn't walk or speak, and a man who talked to much and whose balance was in the same condition as that of the odd girl.]

[The video feed starts with a blond man smirking slightly]

I suppose trying to deny everything I'm accused of is useless, right?  What happened to innocent until proven guilty?  Aren't I suppose to be able to talk to a lawyer or have a trial or something?

[He looks around the room before looking back at the screen]

Please at least tell me that we're fed and able to get out of our cells....

Oh....and by the way, this?

[He pulls up the balls linked to his ankle so that anyone watch this can see it]

Nice touch.  Very kinky.....Though I'm more of a hand-cuffs kinda guy.....

[Ariel's been walking around, or trying to learn to, and looking around at all of the things inside the shelter and out. She's unsteady on her feet, and still...lacking any sort of real clothes to speak of, but she's happy enough to just be looking around at all the new and interesting things in the prison. She pulls out the small device and starts typing again, slowly.]

There's so many strange things here! I've never seen these moving metal pieces. One of them even asked if I wanted something to eat! What do you call them?