I believe I've let you all go long enough without a word from me! So here we go.~

[Giggles.]

If there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be?~

How are you different now that you've been here? Has there been any change? Do you like it? Do you regret it?

Good morning inmates. It is the 67th day of the third generation.

Concerning the explosion in Sector 1 last night, it was limited to causing terrain damage in just the graveyard area, and structural damage and collapse to a few nearby buildings. Remote units will be working to restore the Sector to its original state, and I ask that inmates please not interfere with their progress, or needlessly be present in the general area due to the debris.

In accordance with inmate Saber's request, new alcohol variety is now available at the club in Sector 3. Inmates are reminded that alcoholic beverages are not to leave the premises.

[It's a poetry reading session with Envy! Obviously the words are read off rather dramatically before any commentary is brought up!]

"I died so many years ago. You can make me feel Like it isn't so. And why you come to be with me. I think I finally know."

Isn't that just touching? Who knew that someone could be such a sap on the inside.

[The sound of a page flipping and then Envy cackling.]

"My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it. Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent."

Seriously? Who could even write this crap? Sounds like someone in love. Augh. Love... It's so sickening.

[Flipping a few more pages~]

"With nothing but my heart at stake, I ferry forth without a break. To seek my love most undeserved -"

[Forget it. Envy's lost in a fit of laughter.]

Someone needs a life! Ha ha ha ha ha! There's a more, if anyone cares.~

[he had some tea when he got back to the shelter, scattered and disappointed and exhausted and really-- really just somewhere between furious and miserable. ...but he feels better. upbeat, even. and a little ADD]


[filtered //FROM// noahkin]
Good morning, everyone! I have an announcement to make, it's -- kind of a sensitive topic. I have to ask everyone who knows Adam to avoid him if possible. Or if you don't know him, you should still avoid him. He, ah-- may be dangerous, so. Be careful.

Report it to me-- Wait, not me. The defense force, they'll know what to do. They'll tell me. Right.


[filtered //TO// the black order+the defense force]
I don't -- I don't know how to say this. There's really no-- no good way. [he snickers a little, actually] Adam-- is the Millennium Earl. Last night he made an akuma of Tatewaki Kunou and attacked Akane -- I destroyed the akuma, but -- he's out there, so.

Ah, so don't talk to Adam, I guess-- Or the Noah-- We really need to do something, the Exorcists anyway, I don't really think it would be a good idea for everyone else, we should all just, you know, relax...

[after a fuzzy beat, a little more serious.] I'm so sorry Miranda.

((OOC: And so begins the optional mini-event of happy happy times. Komui tainted the tea and cookies yesterday evening after the defense team party, so feel free to say your characters had some anytime after!))

***

[The video clicks on and Komui is... smiling. Grinning, actually, from ear to ear, rather stupidly. Anyone who saw his sulky demeanor last night at the party might notice the drastic change.]

[And you might also notice that his voice is really kind of loud and that he's talking incredibly fast.]

Goooooooood morning, Marina! Isn't it a ~glorious~ day? Well, actually it's only morning so far but I'm sure that it will be equally as great a day. And really, morning is a part of the day so it's not as though I wasn't right the first time! And speaking of time, last night Miranda gave me this great idea and so I've been drinking aaaaaaaaall this tea all night -- that wasn't the idea, but it was really a part of it because somehow it didn't feel right to drink coffee even though it is delicious -- and in any case you're all quite welcome, I'll accept thanks in the form of cards, or treats, or...

[...someone should probably stop him.]

[Hei closed the door to his apartment, carrying a large white bag. It was trash day. Setting off downstairs, Hei's intent on being a good tenant and after that, maybe airing out his laundry. On such a warm day, spring cleaning was just the plan. He needed something mindless after all the recent 'encounters' he had had.]

((OOC: feel free to hail him from the street or waylay him taking out the trash. Although, if interacting with the trash, please no more than 2 or 3 threads please. He doesn't have that much trash ^^))

[ Action | Open ]
[In between the duties assigned to him by the robots, Guilford had been making the time to use the terminals in the computer lab in order to draft his report on the events that the Knights who were here, and Cornelia, did not bear witness to. It was a lot of work, and several stacks of papers already piled up on the desk of the terminal he was using today. Even with his restraints off, he had to finish this, so he eschewed all manner of social activity in order to accomplish his goal.

After realized he had run out of water, he stood up from the chair, taking his glasses off for a moment while he rubbed at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he should take a break...]


[ Action | Closed ]
[While it was true that he was staying in a room direct opposite of the Britannian princesses, apprehension and his busy schedule had prevented him from visiting sooner. There had been a few times where he stood in his doorway, much like now, contemplating walking the short distance and knocking on the door. Something about seeing Euphemia in person just unnerved him, perhaps more so than discovering Cornelia here, without her memories of the time after her re-appearance back home.]

[One deep breath later, he approached and rapped on the door, calling out quietly.] Lady Euphemia, it is Guilford. May I enter? [He probably should have called first, but that felt even stranger, as he resided so close by.]

[Everyone's favorite incubus is back after randomly disappearing (again). Trogdor was sitting on top of his white hair while Barry himself was resting on a nice comfortable bed. Between his fingers, even if nobody could see him, is a bone of some sorts. It was late, but a question to humor them all.]

Hm. What is that one thing that you desire the most, yet you somehow might never get, but still keep on trying?

[Yes, he knows his answer. And then, watch Addy make a comment.]

[Naoya flicks on the video, sitting in the park, with his eyes closed. He opens them after a moment, and stares straight into the camera.]

... Tell me, Marina. Warden's opinion aside... is it better to go along with rules, or demand a reason for them? And is it better to do what is expected, or what makes logical sense?

[He looks thoughtful, and then switches off the video.]

[[ooc; Naoya's open for action if anyone would like. ... Also there may be random lapses in tagging. /shakes Turkish internet and also muse that wouldn't leave me alone]]

I guess this will probably be a bit of a strange question for me to ask, especially since I don't remember much of when I was previously here, but I heard I had a dragon as a pet.

That's kind of hard to imagine at the moment, but I'm kind of curious so I was wondering if anyone knows anything about that at all?

( Private to Lelouch )

Ummm...do these belong to anyone?

[And into the camera's view come several horribly cheesy-looking romance novels. They're not the trashy kind with, well, questionable content but they're still terribly written and Nunnally is quite sure that no one in the house would read them. They're certainly not hers or are they?]

They were behind the couch pillows, so I think someone must have lost them when they came over...

( Isolationism )

[Voice]

Should anyone attempt to contact Sakura Kinomoto, she will not be responding.

[Johnny hadn't been in bed when he'd woken up this morning. He'd worried because he knew his master hasn't been feeling well and shouldn't be up walking around. After taking the time to compose himself he'd decided to just wait and see if his master would return home or at least contact him.

But he hadn't heard a word nor seen his Master at all today and it was now late in the afternoon. After hours of pacing around and trying to keep busy he'd decided to go out and look for Johnny. He was currently walking around somewhere in Sector 3, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his missing master. So far he'd had little success and hesitantly decided to ask for some back up.]

If anyone knows the whereabouts of my Master, please let me know. I...can't find him.

[He goes silent and the connection cuts off.]

Master...where are you?

[Sitting daintily in his room, legs crossed, upper leg swinging lightly, rhythmically, chains on his ankles almost chime-like. Ribbons folded his hands in his lap, smiling, voice casual.]

If this underwater facility is a prison, then I can say that I would gladly stay. It has been a while since I have seen the ocean, and I'm afraid I have not been down this deep ever before. It has proven to be interesting, watching the patterns in the water, and I do hope that our warden would allow me to some art materials so I can paint how I feel about the beauty I see. It is, alas, not something I would dare describe in words, as they say that a picture paints a thousand of them.

[He stands, measured pacing, graceful despite the otherwise stressful situation. He sighs --]

All things being equal, things could be worse, and I am glad to have this chance. I look forward to discovering new things and meeting my fellow inmates.

[He pauses, looking directly at the screen, eyes straight at whoever is watching.]

I am Ribbons Almark, and I look forward to having a pleasant time with you all.
 

It feels so much better to be rid of those awful shackles. How many other people had to endure that for three days?

No time to celebrate. There is work to be done.

[Screened to Grell Sutcliff]
Good morning, Grell. Put on your best face because we'll be seeing each other today. Where do you wish to conduct the meeting?

[Screened to Charles Chrishunds]
Unhindered, now would be ideal to get together so we could have a private conversation regarding specific issues.

It is a mystery to me how those ranging from dangerous to delicate can possibly be grouped into a common area of containment. If safety and protection is indeed the primary concern, the reason behind our presence here, then why is it that potential harm is a possible constant threat?

[Screened to Grell]

My dear, I have stumbled across a portion of a monologue you must hear. I do believe I see a nearly identical reflection in the plight expressed by this Richard character.

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Shakespeare is not a name I was familiar with but am quickly growing to be fond of. Do you recognize?

( Strange bedfellows lead to cranky vampires )

[Voice]

Yuuki! Why is there a miniature dragon on my bed?!

{OOC: Action only open to people who would logically be in Yuuki and Aidou's house at the time.}

Good morning inmates. It is the 56th day of the third generation and as spring is now fully underway, around mid-day there will be a thunderstorm with high winds and rain. I advise to keep from the beach and pool at that time due to potential wave height.

For those who celebrate the Christian faith, tomorrow happens to be Easter in some timelines. Would there be any that wish for a service to take place? We have a number of inmates qualified to preach present.

Also, inmates Rei Ayanami and Sakura Kinomoto, your requests have arrived.

[Still loitering around the Education Center.] On the surface, it would seem nothing has changed. [Inoffensive conversation starter get! One can't exactly ask 'Who wants to help overthrow the current warden?' over the network.]

[Though he’s incredibly peeved, having it all and then subjected to this treatment, this mage will remain relatively calm despite the circumstances. Whoever is behind this will pay dearly. In order to exact revenge appropriately, it would be best to assess the situation. This is the only thing that compels him to speak amongst you commoners. Yes. Commoners.]

While I feel that a mistake has been made, given the circumstances this claim has probably been repeated by those who have preceded me. Do tell, for those of you who are able, what is to be expected now that I am here? And who are all of you?

[ooc: Don’t be fooled by his softly spoken words. Or do, it’s up to you. Know that he lies, lies, lies.]