[He doesn't want to do this. A small part of himself is scrambling for reasons not to, that it's too early to really tell, or that he was mistaken. But he knows he's not. He's still connected to Akito and he can tell when his other's waking up. And despite how hard he's tried to wake him, that feeling isn't there. Akito won't...or can't wake up. Their connection is so weak now it's hard to notice it. And it's made him worry even more about him. And there are people who would want to know]

...tch.

As much as I fucking hate to say it...Akito won't wake up.

[His tone is strangely flat and devoid of emotion. The whole place doesn't need to know how worried he is, after all. This is just for those people who had been worried about his other. Plus those who had been trying to work out what was causing it...they needed to know it was getting worse.

Comatose...]


((Action open to Kaito and/or Akira, if muns want))

After finally being released, I can't give an explore because of someone was killed. Oh well, nobody can't argue on the circle of life, can we?

Now, how to find entertainment now~?

[ there's a good moment of silence before he speaks, and his voice is a sleepy one indeed. it's somewhat muffled too, as if he were speaking into something, a pillow, a sleeve, whatever he would be resting his head on. ]

Kaito-nii's back. Beginnin' to miss him.

Sorry sir. Really--- tired.

Maaaaan. It's kinda been quiet a lot lately over these little things that computer gave us. Kinda makes a guy restless.

We gotta do something to change that. Who's with me?

Okay beach-grub hungry inmates, listen up, this is important! And much more cheerful than wondering how whoever died!

I'm on completely voluntary opinion poll recon mission for Acumen!

I think a fish taco shack in sector 4, near the beach, would be awesome...but before Acumen thinks it's worth the bots' time to go building one, he's gotta see there's enough interest, right?

So that's where you come in! Do you guys have any kind of favorite beach snacks? Would you take it from a closer, hipper snack shack than lugging picnic baskets all the way from the dormitory kitchens? Should the bots who work there all have Hawaiian-print casing and pass out leis and fruity drinks with little paper umbrellas in, and crank out Jimmy Buffet tunes on request?

(By the way, Doc Mudsy, I've been listening to that guy ever since you got me looking him up in the music database. Right on, it's great stuff!)

[Propped up into a sitting position against the library's wall was a sleeping girl. Who just so happened to wake up with a sharp gasp.]

That can't--!!

... what? Where-

[A pause, this time to look around for a moment]

I'm not sure I... General? Mm, no, that isn't quite right, is it...? Mm.

[Yeap. Sounds pretty cranky on his end. Be warned!]

Remind me not to go out with psychos again...

... Alright. Alright. I’ve hung around some weird people. My sister’d probably call them bad influences, but they’re just my teammates and friends or something like that. I’ve seen some weird things, I think. Been mentally scarred at least twice. Had to eat some possibly radioactive poison... stuff.

But even the worst ramen couldn’t make me dream this.

H-hah, so. So. Prison, huh? First prison I've heard about that's underwater. Underwater in the... the, what was it- the Eloquois ocean. Pretty sure that was never covered in geography class. Really, since when have I gotten this detailed? And imaginative. I mean, this- ah, this headpiece - it's neat, it's cool, it's something right out of a sci-fi film-- [ there may be an impression given that he's rambling out of nerves more than anything else. that impression would be right. ] - A bad sci-fi film. Man, next there's going to be a robot escort to the mess hall, with perfectly lined tables and- the uniforms, and--

[ small shuffle, backwards, backwards. ]

...

That glass looks way too thin.