Good morning, inmates. It is the 115th day of the third generation. Today, the weather will continue to be warm and clear.

Tonight, at the request of inmate Rapunzel, the dome will have a floating lantern display. Please enjoy it. Any attempt to tamper with the lanterns is prohibited.

Inmates Sherlock Holmes and Shiki Ryougi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

[the video flips on to show Yui adjusting the view for a moment - it seems she's set it down on a table of some sort. Anyway! She'll settle just a short distance from the feed, before she starts speaking, a wide smile on her face.]

Ne, ne, everyone!

[she pauses a moment, as if to catch people's attention first, then bends over and goes out of view, before returning to view, with a little pig that appears to have-- are those wings?!]

Meet Tobu-chan! Say hi, Tobu-chan!

Pu, puhi! [It goes, almost as if it's greeting people as well]

He's so cute, isn't he?~

Puhi, puhi!

((ooc: the little piglet with wings would be a porcavian pig from Valkyria Chronicles!

Also, /late! This is backdated to late afternoon! :x ))

[Ready for a late(ish)-night broadcast, Marina? The feed switches on but the sound is somewhat muffled, like it's being recorded from a few feet away.] EHHH?! I-I can't be in jail! I still have school and-- and there's a tournament soon, and--

Who's gonna look after my dad...? A-and Conan-kun! Because-- I mean... [Ran's voice begins to fade from shock into anger.] E-even if I did those things it was only to protect them! And if the person they sent to replace me won't do that, then they're gonna get hurt! [The shock is completely gone now, and all that's left in Ran's tone is anger.] If they get hurt because of this...!

[Finally, Ran seems to notice the communicator laying her feet, because her voice suddenly starts coming from a lot closer... and is a lot louder as a result.] HEY! How do I talk to whoever's in charge here?!

So. On the whole, prison blows. I'll leave the 'what' to your imagination. You're a yappy crowd.


Yeah, that's all I've got.

[paaaaaaaaaaaaause]

Oh. Wait.

Anybody have a harmonica? That'd complete the experience.

Uh-oh.

[Clink clink clink and then he picks up a cute little biology text book he found while browsing the library so he can show it to everyone! GIR can read, actually, yes! ...Though he's holding the book upside down. He flips to a page and starts to point to one he's been very interested in!]

Does anybody know where I can find one-a THEEEESE???

[And, ta-dah: a picture...of a penis.]

((ooc: s-sob. I'm so sorry.))

Good morning inmates. It is the 71st day of the third generation.

Today, the postal system will be fully operational, and inmates may now engage in one of the oldest forms of communication. All questions, changes of address, and interest in assisting with postal duties should be directed to inmate Peregrine Mendicant.

Tomorrow, the school organized by Princess Euphemia will be open for classes, and the current curricula has been distributed to those who expressed interest. Attendance is not mandatory, though highly encouraged.

...And there is an overall decrease in the amount of silverware and cooking utensils available to inmates. The inmates who are in possession of such utensils are requested to return them to the kitchen area.

“Haha… prison, really? That’s crap. I wonder if I can appeal for execution instead?” [Hidan has just managed to regain his bearings after being torn from his world, listening to the welcome message, and rifling through his welcome basket; after briefly glancing over the brochure, he immediately ripped it to shreds with his teeth.]

[Hidan sits on a bench in a garden of Sector 4, fiddling frantically with the communicator in his hands.] “How do you work this piece of shit?” [-finally succeeds in unintentionally turning on the video function of the device, and raises one eyebrow upon ascertaining that it’s working.] “Hey, what the fuck is this? I mean- don’t answer that. Shit.” [smooths his shoulder-length silver hair back with one hand - he has a basic idea of his situation by this point.] “How unfair… I’m going to kill every person here…” [mutters darkly, quietly, too inarticulately to be heard clearly; doesn’t honestly think such a feat possible and was merely trying to comfort himself. He stares despondently at the ball and chain restraining him from moving as well as he’d have liked.] “Damn, this thing is heavy…”

[Fiddles through his welcome basket, not even considering the possibility that it might be poisoned (he couldn't die from such a thing anyway); withdraws the pretzels and starts munching on them.] “This is supposed to be a prison?” [asks to himself, having apparently either forgotten about leaving the communicator on or deemed it unimportant. He chuckles inaudibly but obviously manically.] “How fuckin’ hypocritical! Welcome baskets, swimming pools, a movie theater? Gyah ha- do you really think criminals deserve such nice things? Why don’t you just kill ‘em all!?” [shouts hysterically to nobody in particular and for some reason as if he wasn’t included in the “criminal” category.]