[This is not where Haruka need to be, nor where he wants to be. His expression is somber as he stands in the middle of Sector 5, but the unease and displeasure evident in his expression will be hard to spot for anyone that doesn't already know him very well.]

Juri, you're not here as well, I hope.

[... and that's it. In Haruka's mind, that's all that needs to be said.]

[video on to a familiar/unfamiliar face! he is smiling pretty cheerfully. if you know Fuuma, you know this guy. if you're one of the first inmates, you might know this guy! and if you're from TRC-- well]


Has anyone seen a sentient flying carpet around here? I think I got distracted for a minute, and it must've wandered off.

We were just getting to be friends!

[And for every five people flipping out over being in prison, have a little girl sitting and eating jellybeans.] I lose Be~rn... Now I'm in pri~son... Worst of all~......

Is this headset! It's completely wrong! Can I get this in pink?! How does anyone expect the <cute> and <perfect> me to not match. Such an inhumane punishment, right?

[POUT POUT. Nomming more jellybeans while kicking her legs. And some people might recognize that metal clanking... And just as calmly.]

So... Anyone feel like cutting my leg off~? ♪

[Sakura waves at the screen with her pompoms. Yes, pompoms.] Hello! It's been a while since I last asked so - [shifts and smiles]

Would anyone like to join the cheerleading team? We don't meet every day - just three times a week! You get to cheer for Yuuri-san and Suzaku-san at the baseball games too. And you can wear the cheerleading uniform! [like the one she's wearing]

All you have to do is ask me or Josak-san and we'll let you join. [you can even approach her in person down at the baseball field. She's not doing baton work today, just cheers and some easy gymnastics. It's nice to do something distracting. :) ]

Please tell me this is a dream. Please. I need to wake up and be in my own bed. Or anywhere but here. I don't care how real this feels, it's messed up. Really, really messed up.

[Yosuke's trying to get his bearings on the situation, but really, he’s just looking around him and getting frustrated. Denial is very serious business, after all.]

What the hell kind of crimes are these supposed to be, anyway?! HELL NO! I've never-! None of this is making any sense, dammit! [Just thinking about it seems to get him worked up, but after a minute, he calms back down to a frustrated panic.]

Ugh, "whoever's" doing this… very funny. I don't even know how I got here, and I'm really supposed to believe all this? Man, this dream sucks. What a nightmare.

[He lets out a sigh.] Fine. If I have to play along with this... other people are supposed to be able to hear this, right? Well, I’m kind of looking for someone. Well, a couple of "someones," actually. If I got stuck with something like this, they can’t be far behind, right? Uh, just let me know, okay?

Come on, self. Wakeupwakeupwakeup...

[There is a flash of video, a shot of an iris a very unusual shade of brown--almost more of a red or orange hue to it before the video cuts out.]

They expect us to actually use this stupid thing? [The sounds of movement over the microphone, the kid obviously has no idea the machine is even on. But hey! The video switches back on and you get a full face of someone who is obviously pissed and holding his temper together by sheer willpower.]

Just forget it. It doesn't matter. [The device is clenched tightly in Kyou's hands, which are shaking. Therefore the screen is shaking as well. He has no idea the communicator is on but it's actually amazing he hasn't broken it yet.]

[Now for someone who can actually (kind of) cook.

Kaien Kurosu is up as early as ever creating some sort of variant of bacon and eggs in the Kuran Manor kitchen. He figures that today is a good day as any to have a nice peaceful breakfast with all of the people who live in the Kuran household. The smell alone is likely enough to pull all the vampires out of bed and create a cause for investigation, but just in case.]

I made delicious breakfast, everyone...~! Please come down stairs! ♥ ♥ ♥ [He calls this in vaguely in the direction of all the bedrooms, figuring that their ears will hear him even if he's far off.

He takes the variant of bacon and eggs to the table and starts setting up plates. In his strangely pink apron, he really does look like a mother...]

[ maybe it's the anxiety related to so much change in the past few days: the Hunter, and then Subaru... moving to a different apartment, despite having been mostly comfortably settled. his blood supply was enough -- perhaps a little less, but it wasn't in dire need of being replenished -- for him to feel secure. but now, he has to make sure Subaru is cared for, if something happens. he'd give up his own stores to keep Subaru from going hungry, if he had to.

since the machine refused to send his twin home, Kamui has to make sure he wants for nothing -- aside from freedom.

so he is off to the shelter again, with his bag, to take more than what some would consider to be his fair share of the general supply. they can starve for all he cares.

other little questions bother him -- when does the mail get delivered? will he encounter the Hunter? and if he does, will someone intervene again? that human he'd thought he could trust had lectured, and Kamui didn't deign to give him an answer. he'll never feel safe with that man alive.

for now, he just focuses on his task: into the shelter, take the blood, and return to the apartment again (via a long, convoluted route, of course). ]

((ooc: For the record, he's trying to take 1/2 of what is in the fridge. (He usually takes about 1/4.) Feel free to encounter him on the way to the shelter, in it, or on his way back to Sector Two (via Sectors 6, 5, 4, and 3. Subaru can catch him when he comes home, too, if he's there. :D))

[On the heels of her stubborn decision that she needed no help and would go after Diva by herself no matter what, Saya finds herself sorely in need of practice. Having her old sword in her hand, the red gem that was once part of her father glowing from the base of the shining blade, brought her no comfort. She felt sick.]

[But there wasn't time. Diva had made another Chevalier; if Saya didn't stop her there would soon be an army. So she unsheathes her sword, omitting the blood infusion for this practice time, and begins.]

[Her form is mediocre, rusty skills being another consequence of her long sleep. She stares at the training dummy across the dojo and pauses, blinking. It would be easy to carve that up, but Diva and her Chevaliers would hardly stand still and wait to be defeated by the blood-tinted edge of Saya's blade.]

[She missed Haji. And, after a few passes which don't feel quite right, she begins to wonder if perhaps she could use some... not help of course, but. Advice? ...Something.]

[It's early morning and Kamui has found that he has a whole lot on his mind he can't stop thinking about. When he'd woken up and found it just starting to get light outside, he'd decided against trying to go back to sleep and, as quietly as possible, slipped out of the house and made his way to the beach.]

[It doesn't take long for him to fall into a familiar habit of strolling aimlessly along the beach, and before long he's spaced out enough that approaching him unnoticed won't be hard.]

It's getting warmer. We should really start baseball practice again soon. [He usually sounds more excited about baseball stuff, doesn't he? It's been a rough few days...week...weeks?]

Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooooooooooooh.

Hmm? Oh, and this is Morgif. [He holds up the sword with the moving face.] I guess he wanted to say hi too.

[The young king moves his hand to hit the private button. It's not hard to private a conversation. Just hit the right button and then make sure it tells you it's private. Yep, definitely not hard. But he hit the map button instead and isn't looking at the communicator, so one not so private message coming up!]

Fai? Um...I'm really sorry about what happened at the costume party with the...blood and you know. I hope your neck is feeling better. I wasn't really me. I mean I was me, but I wasn't me-me. But I'm still really sorry!

(OOC: Backdated to earlier.)

So... it seems there's a group of boys who don't want to let girls into the clubhouse.

[ airily ]

Well, then. Who'd like to form a Host Club staffed by women? Welcoming male and female customers, of course.

You know-- You know...

I don't really see the big deal about alcohol. It doesn't really -- taste all that great at first. Sort of like... it burns. But it's warm! I like that it feels warm.

[this is a slightly wobbly fifteen-year-old Nobody. he is still in the bar, with Shiki just visible behind him]

But I can handle it. [he is also slightly smug]


((ooc: feel free to address Shiki too))

[An angled shot of fiery red hair is what meets the feed when the transmission initially begins, followed by a pair of coppery eyes that bear a calm, though briefly pensive look. The image then pans out to contain his face & torso, his attire quite formal. He pauses to glance toward something (someone) off-screen, before turning his attention to the camera again.

Eyes closed a moment, he lets out a breath before finally addressing anyone who happens to be viewing the transmission.]

The provided information has been helpful, so we appreciate the efforts. However, I - we'd - really be grateful toward anyone who can further explain to us anything about this whole situation, and especially anything in particular that we should be aware of.

Thank you in adva--

[A female voice interrupts before he can finish.]

Is that all you have to say to whoever is out there? We're in a prison that has a brochure.

[The brochure in question flies at Akatsuki's head, because anything with a tacky brochure is bad. Obviously.]

[As if he's used to this type of behavior (because, well, he is), Akatsuki just sighs again.]

Whoever is out there is more or less in the same situation as we are, Ruka. Only they've been here longer. At the very least I'm sure we'll learn something that we haven't already read or heard.

[She sighs, still off-screen, and crosses her arms.]

... It doesn't mean I have to like it. Are you done?

I am.

[He never said she did. Focuses on the communicator again.]

Anyway, thank you in advance for any information.

[A light nod, and the feed ends.]

[ooc: hey, mods, a tag for Ruka Souen is needed. ty!]

[here is an Orihime! she is in a hospital bed and has a bandage wrapped around her head; her arm is in a sling and she's kind of pale, her hair hanging loose. lost]

Where... Where am I? Does anyone know who I am...?


[--ehe, awkward smile]

Just kidding... I always wanted to get amnesia after a head wound like they do on TV... But I guess I didn't this time either.

Um-- I'm sorry if I worried anyone yesterday when I didn't get home! Toushirou-kun, Kuchiki-san, I hope you were able to find the house okay... If not, I'll definitely make sure you get there tonight.

I just woke up and heard that I missed the whole day. So I didn't really prepare anything for the sewing club meeting. Can anyone from the sewing club take care of that so everyone can still go?

Let's see... Oh! And I was in the shelter, I think, so -- thank you, whoever brought me here! [ducks her head in a little bowww]


[clicks the video off! but she will clearly be in this hospital room for any visitors~]

So...I can't be the only one that sees the flaws in Acumen's new policy.

[And this has nothing to do with the whole commitment thing and that Axel doesn't do commitment, oh no.]

[It's early morning, and Ryu is already in the park, enjoying watching the dome light up.]

I've got a question… but I think I need an older person to answer it. Who's awake now?

[He's tired of feeling… not whole. He doesn't know how to try to be just himself… he's always just been incomplete.]

[[ooc; Action is open for the park, too! :3 ]]

[Subaru's hair is a mess, he's still wearing a blue dress shirt, the red tie is gone, he's gotten rid of the hat and monocle and suit jacket, and he is straight up wibbling at the camera and looks like he is going to start crying at any second. He seems to have fled back home as soon as he came to his senses.]

...I-- I'm not sure w-what came over me at the ball, but... to everyone I took something from-- I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I-- I still have everything, and I can give it back! I-if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-- I will! U-um... Suzaku-san, i-if you still want to punish me, you can, b-but let me return everything first.

Um. To everyone that I met tonight, I-- m-my name is Subaru Sumeragi, and I'm... not a phantom thief. I-I just thought I was for the night. I-I'd like to be able to... meet you all again w-when I'm not trying to steal things.

[Subaru is going to wibble at the camera one final time before he turns off the feed. He feels absolutely terrible now.]

[Just as evening starts to fall, one of the parks in Sector 4 has been festooned with streamers, bright lights in a variety of colors, a big upraised dais, tables of refreshments, and music. It looks like a perfectly normal party from the outside. Optional masks are provided in little bins beside the dais, but you're responsible for your own costumes...!



...And if you're dressed as a character, the moment you step onto the dais, you will believe yourself to have led that character's life for your whole life. This effect will last until "midnight", in this case Sunday, even if you leave the party.]

[There is a view of a room that looks nearly void of signs of life contained within it. There is a trench coat hanging on one of the walls. If your eyes are extremely sharp you might notice a small pile of adult magazines collecting dust in the corner. Mint condition. Never been opened. Thanks Kaien.

The fact that he feels this is necessary is something that irritates him, but with the arrival these past couple of weeks of new vampires and their obvious disregard for the other inhabitants of the facility, it needs to be done. It doesn't seem like anyone else is going to take the initiative, so it's up to Zero to be the one to do it.

Zero comes into view, sitting on the edge of the bed, expression calm. Yes, he takes this all very seriously. Prepare yourselves, all. This is probably the most any of you have heard come out of his mouth at once.]

Since there is apparently going to be a costume party being held tonight in celebration of the hundredth day, I thought I would take some time to go over some issues happening within the facility lately. This is a matter of safety, so I would prefer if everyone just take a few moments to stop whatever they are doing to listen before going on with your daily lives.

There are nearly a dozen different vampires here in Marina and just about as many worlds that they come from. They are literally beasts in human form and it's likely that each of you know at least one or more and interact with them daily, often not even realizing they are a vampire.

Events such as these, especially costume parties, add another level of anonymity to their lives.

If you find yourself bitten by a vampire, please contact myself or another member of the defense force that is in attendance immediately. This is something that should be done even if you have agreed to be a donor for them and anywhere or anytime within the facility. Each vampire comes from a world a little different and the very act of being bitten can have life changing consequences for anyone who is a victim to their fangs. Some worlds all it takes to change you into a vampire is for them to get their fangs into you. Other worlds it requires you to ingest their blood. Some vampires don't have that power at all.

Before offering yourself to any of them, please research what this commitment will mean for you. If you have questions, comments or just want to discuss options, there are people knowledgeable in the subject within the defense force. Utilize them before doing anything rash. This is never something that should done without research prior.

Any questions?