Hmm...yesterday was Christmas, then we have New Years. So Valentine's Day will be in a week, perhaps? I heard about the celebrations last year, I'm so disappointed that I missed them.

[Love auctions are right up his alley.]

But with it coming up again so soon, it's best to keep it in mind, no? So tell me, what do you think "romance" is? What sort of romantic gestures mean the most to you?

[Being blind is very undesired. Rayflo is used to have exceptional senses and more. Temporary or not, being blind sucks. So have a Rayflo who is sitting inside his house, relaxing on the couch--wearing sunglasses. Becauase he can.]

This is an experience I can say is the least enjoyable of everything since I've been here. But maybe that's just my opinion. We all have our dislikes.

So my fellow inmates, which of the little mishaps we've experienced since arriving would you say ranks the highest for you? Or should I say the "lowest"? [little shrug] Did one of them cause you more trouble than the others? I know several of you were here when the prison shut down for days, that must have been difficult. But I think many of us weren't.

[a little pause and then a smirk]

And Cherry, Daddy's going to make something real nice for dinner tonight. It will leave your mouth watering. [Just so you know you can't run, Cherry. Blind or not he'll find you.]

{OOC: Sticking a warning in here for slight, kind-of sexual content in the Cherry/Rayflo thread. Depends on how you look at it?}

[Someone is lost in the butterfly pavillion. Someone is lost because he can't see. Someone's not happy. He clicks on the video and...scowls, faintly.]

...This is going to get really old, really fast. Hey, I know there are ma--[--wait no let's not say that where people can hear] people with supernatural abilities, can any of you please let something harmless go off? I need to check something.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Euphemia: a letter from Touma.
  
• Alucard: a letter from Terezi.
  
• Kaworu: a letter from Ryoji.
  
• Axel: a letter from Wolfram.
  
• Jeanne: a letter from Hikaru.
  
• Allen: a letter from Ryu.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Adrianna & Minato
  
• Euphemia & Roxas (due to penpal disappearances)

[What a nice, pleasant, normal day it has been! PM is in a good mood as she sets out on her route, and makes plans to enjoy a warm dinner and hot coffee afterward.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 91 go here!]

( You were having a dream, just a little nightmare. )

[He's out now, lugging around his ball and chain with him. It's likely that the robots will be along to get him soon enough, but for now he's content to explore. This feeling, this sensation of new, it's something that he's been enduring since starting school in Port Island, unabated and joyously.]

[So if you find him, he's likely staring up at something curiously. If not, you may still hear his voice over the network...]

Any ladies feel like letting a new arrival take them out for breakfast?

[Alois opens his eyes, a grumpy expression abruptly taking over his features as he sits up. He aches! What the heck happened?! And secondly, where is this place? And where is Claude? ]

Ugh, what... Claude! .. Claude?!

[ He looks around, thoroughly confused as to where he is for a moment, before noticing a strange contraption over his eye. He stares at the words uncomprehendingly for a moment before making a face. The hell? What the heck is this? He shifts around, only to notice a ball and chain weighing his foot down. ]

...

[His eye twitches slightly, before he begins squinting somewhat, realizing there seems to be words on this contraption... over his eye... Huh.]

Ooh, what's this?~~~ Hm..

[He fumbles with it, successfully turning it on. Alois seems to be quite excited now. ]

Oiii! Claude! Are you there? .. Or maybe...

[He stops for a moment, his eyes widening.]

Aaaah~! Cieeeeel?! Are you here~? This seems like just the place you'd be~

[Yes, yes, he somehow came up with that conclusion. He pauses for a moment, before frowning. He still wants to know where Claude is. Where the heck did you nutcases put his butler? ]

Oh? A prison? That's not very convenient. Well, the idea for a prison is not to be convenient, but still! I would've liked a little notice beforehand.

I mean, cherie still hasn't got any thumbs! It will be difficult for her to steer. Hopefully, the Auto-Pilot will keep functioning without me there.

[A pause. Then, the sound of someone humming to himself, as if thinking. And then a quiet sigh.]

Though, I wonder----this place hardly looks like a prison at all.

But, there are different types of prisons, qui? As they say, "a gilded cage is a cage nonetheless", pardon the cliche.

...

Ah, excuze-moi. I've let my thoughts get the best of me. I should say bonjour to everyone else that is here! My name is Waka, and I look forward to see what trials this prison might have in store for me~ ♥

[Naoya's wandering around in the graveyard before class, dressed in a costume (without the toy gun and cigar). He looks mildly amused, at least.]

It's that time of year, according to this place's time? Interesting.

[He stops and sits down amongst the graves, looking rather comfortable.]

Here's a question, my fellow inmates. What does 'death' mean to you? Aside from the purely biological definition.

[Heh. A fitting question, at least in his mind, for this time of year. Happy birthday, indeed.]

[At least after the last black out he was smart enough to get a few flashlights. Having it happen right after waking up was significantly more irritating than before though. At least he had gotten dressed and ready for the day before everything in his apartment started to turn into rust and grime. Fuuma doesn't really sound worried when he speaks, however.]

We don't even get the day off this time?

[Being able to maintain that kind of illusion, or something similar for a night was pretty impressive. Could someone really keep it held for the whole day without tiring out here?]

That's unfortunate. Hopefully no one made important plans.

All students attending the art class should attempt to bring a mirror with them. Nothing too small, but large enough that you can see your entire face. If you can't, you'll have to share the ones I will provide.

[When you enter the art room you'll see that the paint still hasn't been removed from the walls. Soubi's not concerned about it, because at least it came off the chalkboards. The walls can be a lesson for another day.

Today is a day for self-portraits. Students will be asked to draw themselves as they believe they look and then pull out the mirrors they have brought or will borrow and draw a more accurate portrait based on what they see in the mirror. This project will continue for the next two class periods as the two images will be cut in half and combined to make a symmetrical portrait of each student. Students who would like to be more creative can use any artistic medium they want for the portraits (oil paints, watercolors, clay, colored pencils, etc).]

{OOC: Put Before, After, or During into your headers!}

Good morning, inmates. It is the 84th day of the third generation.

There is an issue that I would hear all of your opinions on, one regarding some inmate reactions to the blackout that occurred the night before last. It is imperative that you all understand that such events will naturally happen, so long as inmates have the free reign that they do. The only fail-safe method to ensure that nothing goes wrong is to reduce or remove that freedom.

So then, inmates of Marina Asylum, should the trust and freedom given to you be limited in exchange for a more smoothly operated system and facility? Or are some of you content to endure through some inconveniences, and retain the leniency you have now?

Inmates Fai D. Flourite and Toothless, your requests can be found at the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Kefka Palazzo, your request will delivered by a remote unit.

Good evening, everyone.~ [Josak's voice sounds as upbeat and laid back as usual.] The day is nearing for the grand opening of the Fashion Boutique.

But a boutique can't open without clothes. And clothes cannot be advertised without models.

So who's up for volunteering?

{OOC: Here's the IC sign up post and please check out the OOC sign-up post now on Joak's journal.}

So much commotion over the past few days. It's beginning to seem as though there will never be another moment of peace. [not that he actually cares, though. it's all just vaguely annoying, especially with the appearance of a certain death god.]

Oh where, oh where has my little Sebastian gone? Oh where, oh where could he be? Sebastian~? I have a new camera and want to take some sexy shots of you! Where are you? Hiding again? Don’t deprive me of that beautiful face and those stunning eyes! Oh, just thinking about it—

—Sebastian? Okay, this isn’t funny! Come out, come out, wherever you are! You know I’ll find you! I’ll search to the end of the earth and the bottom of the sea, Sebastian dearest!

...wait a minute. [A lengthy pause. Let's see, what do we have here? A dome that looks like it's underwater, a communicator, and - the next sound heard will be Grell screeching.]

NO!!! Not again! I've been good, I swear! I've been doing almost all my assignments and reporting almost every incident! I... but... why!? Why am I here again!? This isn't fair!!! That bastard William did this, didn't he? William with his cold eyes and sexy gaze...

[Sob]

[After somehow working this strange device, a man appeared on the screen. A man that awfully looks like a certain child's butler. He seemed to be roughen up, like he just got caught in a fire. He just let out a sigh, taking off his coat which is edges of it is nothing but ash.]

[In his thoughts. According to the...last events, there was a fire. And, he is sure that he died. However, this is neither hell or heaven as he pictured it in his head. Then, he found out that this device on his ear seems to be on. For now, this man just shows a small smile, with his eyes closed.]

Interesting in this change of scenery. Doubt that I survived.

[Kaoru isn't doing anything too special. He's just at the pizza place, staring at the plate in front of him. Sure, he's had it before but eating all this commoner food is starting to wear juuuuuuust a bit thin. Where is all the really great stuff, eh?]

You know, we're totally under the ocean and we even have a beach. Why don't we have more seafood or go out and catch crabs or something?

[Yes he is staring at the pizza, deciding if he really wants to eat this greasy thing or not.]

[The video clicks on to show a well-groomed man in a black suit, with a extremely irritated expression on his face.] What is this nonsense... [Sounding very agitated and looking very agitated;] Grell Sutcliff, what kind of joke is this? I have had enough of your games.

…Putting me in here and saying that this is a prison--it is unacceptable. [He motions around himself- he's in the park in Sector 4, so anyone walking by might notice him wandering around, muttering to himself.] And what is worse, my Death-Scythe is gone. [He took the welcome message as a complete joke, too.]

Sarabi!

[The video feed is on and the more-than-likely unexpected image of a lion with a black mane appears on the screen. The welcome basket and communicator are lying somewhere across the floor from him, and he has a less than amused expression on his face. In fact, he appears furious at someone, and is mumbling rather violent and explicit ways of punishing someone, presumably the one he was just yelling for.

After a moment or two he looks around, his rage being slightly replaced by confusion as he waits for the person he called for to come. He’s only now realizing the change in scenery and walks over to the communicator and brochure he’s thrown away, trying to find some form of explanation. When he finds it, his expression becomes even angrier and the throws himself to the ground in frustration, lying on his stomach with his paws crossed in front of him. The communicator is also replaced, so that he'll be understood when he speaks although his words are laced with sarcasm and malice.]

Oh, goody, just what I need after putting up with those idiots. What next? Is Mufasa going to come and deliver my punishment? Or even better, maybe it’ll be Simba!

It appears I have a slight problem.

Is there any brave soul that might be willing to help me out?~

[Grell is sitting outside of the clothing store in Sector 5 with an incredibly bored look upon his face. The guy just can't catch a break. Despite the fact that he hails from the late 19th century, he feels as if there was far more to do back in London... especially since he had a great job and his Death Scythe with him then.]

So, tell me~ What is there to do around here~!??

I've been incredibly bored for the past couple of weeks and that just will not do! It seems as if there is nothing worthwhile to occupy my time~

[Brief pause]

And my hair... my HAIR!!! It looks terrible!!! The ends are in shambles and it is getting just too long for my taste! I can't go on like this!

Can anybody recommend a stylist? Is there anybody that can help me with this??!

I cannot go on looking like I've been neglecting my appearance!