I think plopping someone down into a prison and then soonish after their arrival, making the whole prison celebrate Valentines Day...well it's a bit cruel, I think.

[Daisy does not sound very happy at all. In fact, she sounds rather depressed.]

Its bad enough when it's celebrated at home, but, well....I didn't even get a chance here. It's unfair. I don't even know what the point of a date auction is. It sounds a bit demeaning. I mean, what if you volunteered and then you weren't bid on even once? There should have been free chocolate or something like that instead. That would have been more inclusive, probably.

I miss home.

[When she speaks again, it's muffled and difficult to understand because she's talking into a pillow. She's hugged it up to her face.]

I wish Tim were here.

Good morning, criminals! It is the fiftieth day of the third generation, and Valentine's Day, or thereabouts. Inmates Minako Aino and C.C. have planned a marvelous event for all of you: a date auction! I will leave it to them to explain their plan for the day, and I hope that you all enjoy it and feel wonderful about yourselves. Remember that there is no way to put value on any of you, you are all unique individuals who are capable of amazing personal evolution and achievement. ♥

And, if I might--
--well, it isn't important. Everyone please enjoy your day.


((Sentience will not be responding to comments except at the kiosk.))

[Daisy is wandering around Sector 3, hugging herself against the wind. It's the least intimidating section so far, and she still hasn't really gotten over her mindset of having to pay for the flat so these buildings look the most reasonable.]

Hello~, everyone. I slept on a couch last night--and, I mean, I didn't need to but I'd rather that if I did sleep on a couch that it was my couch, you know? With...with my tea stains on it...and a Jaffa Cake down the back cushions where I lost it watching late night telly and then one day you just...fold over the cushions and go "Eugh! What's that doing there!" and it's crumbs all down the side and a big chocolatey smear and you have to vacuum for ages but it never quite gets cleaned off.

[She pauses, collecting her thoughts.]

And you just don't get that sort of homeyness in a shelter, you know? So, right, yes, here I am, looking for a place to live. I'm glad I can skip right over the long, boring, mind-numbing step of reading through the Classifieds and just...find somewhere I'd like to live!

[ After being freed from being 'restrained', the first thing Eliot did was creep around the building ... and promptly fall asleep in the common room. Not on the many sofas available to civilization, but incidentally, on a table. Awkward. ]

Nnnghhhhuuuahhh ...

[ He rolls over, and his stomach growls. Loudly. Now sitting up, he rubs his eyes and groans. Tired Eliot is hungry. ]

Where the hell's a map when you need one?

What is…Tim? Did you put something on my face, is this another joke? Tim? Some sort of…Star Wars….thing? And then you dropped me into a….place?

[pause]

[more quietly] Well.

[A longer pause. She’s reading the Greeting.]

A criminal? Not again. And what does it mean, just ‘Sloth’. I’ve never even seen a sloth, not even at the zoo. Or…well, I don’t think I’m that sort of—it can’t mean lazy, surely. I’m very active! I…walk Colin…sometimes. [nervous laugh] I’m talking to myself… Ooh, first sign of madness. [another nervous laugh]