EEEEEEEEooooooooWWWWWEEEEEEEEooooooooWWWWW!

[It's late. Very, very late. A siren-like sound comes on over the headsets that are still on followed by a booming voice.]

Attention lifeforms! This is an emergency!

I'm bored. Entertain me.

Ahahaha!

[Sakamoto's cheeks are red and his aimless, not entirely in one direction, walk is back again. Earlier that morning, after realizing that everyone was healed and that things were alright, he had downed as much alcohol as possible in order to get himself drunk again. This was probably the longest stretch of days that he had gone being sober... Ever, really. But now that the ordeal was over, he could go back to being silly and reckless and happy!

....And then he bumped into a wall.]

Ohp! Did that really happen? I didn't feel it! I guess I'm drunk again, ahahaha!

[But a grin spreads over his face and he pumps a fist in the air- He's just so relieved that everybody's alright again! But he wanted everyone else to be just as happy as he was- So he decided that the best thing to do would be to spread his cheer to everyone else by giving them hugs! It didn't exactly occur to him that some people weren't very fond of those...]

((OOC note: Hey everyone! In this post, Sakamoto will be giving hugs to every character he runs into! We need so some super happy spectacular cheer after that emotastic event.))

[Just outside sector 0, there is a teenaged girl standing on top of a chair with a megaphone in her hand. Standing next to her is a nervous looking red haired girl in a form fitting and extremely short waitress uniform. It was obvious that the girl was extremely uncomfortable in this outfit and was doing her best to hide herself.

The brunette standing on the chair on the other hand looked completely in her element. The smile she wore lit up her face like a thousand watt bulb, a mix of mischievousness and excitement. Around her bicep was a bright red armband with the words 'Ultra Director' scribbled on it in black ink. The megaphone in her hand to ensure that no one could say they hadn't heard her words or she hadn't drew their attention.

Lastly, standing a distance away from the pair, holding several bags and looking not very enthused was none other than Kyon.]

Tonight! For ONE night only! The Oscar worthy, directorial debut of yours truly will be featured in the theater.

It's a can't miss--[there is a pause as the girl's attention is drawn to the shrinking violet in the corner.] Mikuru! You're supposed to be the star. Stand over here, right next to me. Ugh! Now I have to start over.

[She waits as the other girl makes her way to her side before starting over.]

Smile, Mikuru! You're acting like this isn't a good thing.

Okay! Where was I...oh yeah! There's romance! Intrigue! Secret Identities! Evil magicians. Mikuru in a Bunny Costume! She's a battle waitress from the future! Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Adventures of Mikuru Asahina for TONIGHT ONLY!

[OOC:Yes, it exists. In all it's bad acting and craziness. Watch the movie within the show. It's so bad it's good.]

[After sleeping for much too long, even for Kyouya's tastes, it's a relief to finally be able to watch the video he requested from Acumen. He'd been curious about the current situation at home and given the circumstances under which he'd been taken, it does piss him off even just a little that he has to resort to finding out what's happening with his friends like this.

No matter, he's got what he wants and there's nothing he can do to change said circumstances. For whatever reason, he's left the video feed on so anybody watching will more than likely see a few familiar faces talk about kidnapping and running to catch someone before they get on a plane.

When the video finally ends Kyouya is laughing a little, his eyes closed, and an extremly amused look on his face.]

Well, things look to be taking an interesting turn back home.

[If anybody was watching the video feed they may notice the sideways image of a young boy who looks like he’d just been beaten up appear on the screen. It seems as though the communicator is just laying on the floor, unnoticed by said boy who is wiping blood from his lips and seemingly talking to himself.]

Like hell I’ll let those bastards lay a hand on Maka!

[He opens his eyes, and looks around, a confused and uncharacteristically angry expression on his face.]

What is this place? Is this a part of The Book of Eibon?

[He glares down at the ball and chain that's only on one of his legs.]

This place is repulsive. There’s absolutely no symmetry. It disgusts me!

[He walks out of the camera’s line of vision for a few minutes and when he returns, the video straightens out and he’s reading the welcome message all inmates get when they first arrive.]

A prison, huh?

[And with that, he closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath to calm himself down, thinking of ways he can get out and help his friends.]

[When Risa has to leave Takami-senpai's room, something occurs to her - that night, she'll be returning to an empty room. He's still across the hall, but will that be enough if someone comes after her? Will he hear and react in time?

Besides, she has to stop depending on him. So, putting on her best bright, cheerful voice, she speaks over the communicator.]

Um. Hi! For those who don't know me, I'm Risa Koizumi. I just got here a coupla days ago. And I was wondering... is anyone, like, looking for a roommate? In one of the apartments or something? I don't really know anyone too well, but I'm not that tough to live with, I promise! I'll be really clean and polite and won't cause any trouble. I just... I don't really want to live alone anymore... [Her voice trembles a little.] ... So! Um! Just let me know, okay?

[ACTION - OPEN]

[Set up at the beach there's a contained bonfire, and tables full of food. Around the area there are several grills set up for if people decide they want to make things to their particular liking. There are even a few watermelon! It can't be considered a beach party without a watermelon to break among friends. Games have been set up. There are volleyball nets so that people can participate in a friendly game, and a couple of beach balls. Prizes are set off to the side for those who would like to compete in sand castle designs or the games themselves, and there are goggles and underwater equipment for water polo and other festivities.

Come, eat a piece of cake, grill yourself a steak, swim, sing, dance, limbo, mingle, troll, build sandcastles and have fun!]

[Accidental Voice | Action]

[Holding a hand to her temple, it appears as though Mikuru is concentrating deeply, her cute brows scrunched up in a mixture of consternation and focus. She remains like that for a long while, before giving a short defeated sigh.] There has to be some sort of communication...[Her shoulders slump a little and she sounds frustrated.] Especially when the technology here itself feels all too primitive.

[Obviously troubled, she appears downcast, but her small hands clench into determined fists. If this computer appears to know so much, doesn't it realize just what sort of fire it is playing with? She's failing miserably. But if she can't somehow...do something about their current situation, then certainly there is nothing but a bleak future. It's too important that things go according to plan. There is no way her superiors would allow something like this to happen. At the very least she would be briefed by now.]

Oh...was this recording? [Suddenly panicking her eyes widen and she flails. She hasn't said anything she shouldn't be has she? Swallowing nervously, she tries to remember. In any event, this is important.]

[Video]

[A beautiful young girl with reddish brown hair comes into view of the camera. She's pretty, with an innocent air to her.]

Um...um...! I have...a question for everyone. Actually, it's more than one. Oh! For those who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Mikuru Asahina, by the way. [Wringing her hands anxiously, her doe-like eyes glance up innocently into the camera lens.] I was wondering if anyone here knows of a way in which to communicate with individuals from home? If that is at all possible within this facility. As well as...I've heard that people have disappeared and returned to this dome on occasion. Some however have disappeared all together, though...

[She takes a small breath.]

If it's not too much trouble...could you please explain to me those instances...and whatever information you might remember or know regarding them?

[As promised the day before, Lacus settles down on the beach bright and early. Well, she intended to settle down. Pink was off and running and *plunk* in the water before she could stop him. But she only had to get her dress a little wet to get him out, and she was wearing her new two-piece swimsuit under it, so no problem.]

[For now, she's stretched out on a towel. Beside her, an open book on micro-circuits and an unopened picnic basket, and her dress is laid out nearby to dry. She's not paying much attention to either at the moment, her eyes closed as she basks in the sun. Pink is resting on her towel, rolling around and flapping every so often, as if ready to greet a visitor if one should happen by. She's going to get as much as she can before the midday storm Acumen talked about.]

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.

[You can tell by the tone of his voice that this Death God is less than pleased. The poor thing, he hasn't seen his love in quite some time and this is obviously Ciel Phantomhive's doing... or so he thinks. Oh, and he's not entirely sure how to make things private, so this is completely open to anybody who hears/sees it.]

Phantomhive!!

Ciel Phantomhive, I demand to talk to you this instant!!! What you are doing is absolutely terrible! Unthinkable! You're a nasty little brat who deserves to be punished for his actions! It's a shame your parents weren't around long enough to properly discipline you! [nasty laugh] But, if your Aunt's actions are any indication, bad behavior runs in your family!

[Should this be filtered? Probably, but naturally, this girl doesn't much care. So all of you get a nice shot of Haruhi standing among a dozen or so cans of paint at her feet in the middle of sector four. There is a distinctive red armband around her bicep with 'Chief' written in large black lettering.]

Oi, Kyon! Mikuru! We have club business today! You have ten minutes to get here or I'll enact the death penalty!

[The video shuts off for several seconds. You might think that is all there is to the message, but it turns back on several moments later. The expression on her face is much calmer than it was before, almost sugary sweet. BEWARE.]

Are there any...artistically inclined people around here? I don't mean musical instruments, but more of the drawing and painting sort.

[You just hear a laugh when the audio kicks on. It's a hollow, joyless sound. There are also the sounds of glasses clinking and a drink being poured. You might recognize it as the club.]

It wasn't one of Apocalypse's forces who were always trying to kill us.

It wasn't some flatscan who hates me for not being human.

[Another laugh. This one—still joyless, but sounding a little unstable.]

It was the only man I've ever really loved. The person I trusted most. Do you know what trust gets you, kids?

[There are a few sounds of the communicator being adjusted and then the video kicks on. It isn't playing the current scene in the club though. It doesn't show Kitty who has already had too much too drink, or maybe not enough because she can still feel. It's playing a disc she got from Acumen today. It's what happened after the point she was taken from. There wasn't that much to it really. She watches as a huge man who appears to be made of metal rampages toward her. She blocks his way, trusting him to stop, because he'd never hurt her. No matter how crazed he'd become to get to his sister, he'd never hurt the one he loves...

Except he did.]

Trust gets you dead.

[The video and audio click off.]

[The camera pans in on the lovely Defense Team HQ's outside. Only that instead of it being a plain building, there's a big bright pink sign with glitter reading GO GO DEFENSE TEAM! RAH RAH RAH! above the door and some flowers lined up along the wall and fairy lights hanging down. The door itself has a big red bow taped to the middle and it's been covered with cute animal stickers.

Then, Rise shows up on screen]

Ta-dah~! How's this? I got up extra early to work on it. I'm thinking I'll work by theme on the inside, because who doesn't like to have a Safari Jungle Office Madness?

Ooh~ I have to decorate the cells, too... Which is better: 'A Night of Lights in Paris' or 'Fun Neon Adventures in Space'?

[Yes, defense team. This is what Gino has stuck you with.]

Everyone, especially people who arrived today, I need your attention!

[And now a quick intake of breath. This post is very difficult for her, but it's important.] You must not eat or use any of the contents of today's welcome baskets. They are potentially very dangerous. The cookies may contain pins and there could be other hazards.

If you have one, please let me know so it can be disposed of safely. If you have already eaten something and need any kind of help, please let me know so we can get you medical attention.

I'm... [Her voice trembles, and she continues much more softly.] I'm very sorry for this.

EDIT: (OOC: I should have mentioned that no baskets other than Lavi's were tampered with, so all the ones being recalled are perfectly safe.)

[A view of a young brunette sleeping peacefully on a bench comes on screen. The girl begins to wake and at first her brown eyes open slowly before snapping open in shock and surprise. Instead of the four walls of her dorm room, what she sees instead are trees in a park. Sitting up quickly, she notices the welcome message and takes a moment to read it before getting more panicked.]

This..this can't be right! I'm not a criminal! I haven't done anything wrong. It can't be right..

[She takes off the communicator in her panic and places it down on the bench before walking around the bench area. Sayori looks around at the trees and the park in front of her. It all seems so pretty, but its nowhere she's ever been before. It just doesn't make sense to her.]

I..how am I here? This doesn't look like anywhere near the school.. I can't stay here though, I have to get back. Everyone will worry. I can't ...can't stay..

[She stops pacing as she runs through the message once more in her head and realizes that they mean this to be a permanent home. A permanent home for criminals. Sitting down heavily, the word criminal keeps running through her mind. Cupping her face in her hands, she just can't imagine what she'd done to get her placed here.]

Why me?..I haven't done anything. Missing curfew once couldn't have been the reason..could it? I ..I don't understand.

I'm not a criminal..

Okay! Today is the day! I am owed dates and meetings with several people still. I want to start by making sure all the vampires that I won or made a deal with are ready to sit down and talk with me! In two hours time I want all of you to meet me in the kitchen so I can talk to all of you. Yes, this includes the grumpy one with the cat. I don't care how many times you say no, your friends will all be there. If you're a vampire and not invited, you can come too. I just want to know about your different worlds.

Oh yeah. Kyon! You better not be late or it will be the death penalty! Don't forget paper and pens, because you need to take notes! Just consider this a brigade activity for today, and don't slack on the notes like you do in class. I sit behind you and know you spend half your time doodling in your notebook! That means you need to be there too Mikuru!

Anyone else I won dates with, we need to schedule a time. Especially the guy that I got for free that promised to play games, cross-dress and read my mind! I'm not letting you off the hook just because you bargained to get me to stop bidding. Payment is mandatory, after all!

[Looks as if she's done and actually turns off the video function, but it flashes back on again.]

Oh! And before I forget. Kyon and Mikuru arrived here yesterday. They are my subordinates and will likely be doing observations for me. But keep in mind, they already belong to me! As cute as Mikuru is, you can't have her. She's already filling my moe quota!

But I need costumes for her. Maid, waitress...anything you can find! If I don't find anything good I might have to see if anyone can make some for her.

[After the disaster of his date with Cornelia, Oliver had spent the whole night on the beach, alone, until he had dragged himself back to the shelter when the artificial morning light had started to light up.  He had slept most of the day and after a quick dinner, he had walked back to the club, the only place he was certain he couldn't run into the purple haired princess.

And so he sits at a table, nursing a beer and his bruised ego.  The dart board is not too far from him and he keeps spinning one of the darts on the table.  He looks bored to death...]






[OOC notes: Please!!!  Feel free to come and poke him out of his grumpiness!!!  Ladies!  Come and be flirted with!  Gentlemen!  Come and bound with this poor sucker through the rite of getting drunk!  They can share battle stories and complain about women! XD]

[While shifting in his sleep, he has somehow turned on the video option of his headset. So take a gander at the sleeping Kyon and the noticeable trace of drool lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Brown eyes open slowly, very much like they do every morning when his alarm clock or cell phone blares in his ears. His lids open and close several times before sheer laziness isn't enough to ignore the unfamiliar ceiling looming above his head. Even as he blinks and makes a face at it. Yup. Still unfamiliar.

Oh brother. What did Haruhi do now?

Wincing, he sits up, his hand lifting to his head as he does.

What's this?

Some sort of headset. And a message. As Kyon reads his welcome letter, it quickly becomes apparent by the sour expression on his face that he is not amused. In fact--

Wait! WHAT?!]

llegal Use of Firearms? And LUST?! What does that even--? Oh, come on, Haruhi. What kind of messed up scenario has your boredom dragged me into this time?

[He stands up quickly, trying to figure out how to get the damn thing off his head.

I really need to have a word with that girl about her twisted sense of humor and the fact that I'm tired of waking up in foreign, not to mention highly irrelevent, places. It's creepy!]