[ooc: event log! it's a party at the beach and everyone's invited. aside from decorations, the beach is filled with games, like volleyball and badminton, tools for making sandcastles, etc. there's also various food stands manned by robots, accompanied with benches and tables: fruit and barbecue, freezers with snowcones and ice cream, and ramen, of course. the dolphins are out and frisky, willing to play with inflatable toys to get attention from the partygoers. and later, they'll be fireworks!]

[and, of course, off in the shade of the park, the stand with the mini-discs.]

[comment to this post to establish what you're doing at the beach, and then comment to other people's comments to socialize with them, etc. most of you know the drill! if you want to do something in your own thread, you're also welcome]

[No privacy? No worries. This is actually proving to be pretty entertaining. Hm. Whatever. He doesn't care what you folks think about him. Judge away, judge away.

So here. Goes. Nothing. It begins with a drawling, deep laugh.]

Heyyy, Roxas. Sora and Riku apparently shower together. I'm thinkin' you and I should follow suit.

I heard it's a good way for best friends to bond. Don't be shy, huh?

( What a surprise... )

[Once the ball and chain were off and her powers were restored, Kitty spent the better part of her day intangible. It was freeing. At least as freeing as possible in a prison. She was getting a little tired of the solitary lifestyle though. And it might be worthwhile to know a little about the others. Who knows, they could be useful.]

Seems like if we are all going to live together, we should get to know each other, hmm?

So, roll call.

Who is here? What's your deal? Where are you from? What do you do? What's a food that starts with the first letter of your name? You know, standard fare.

Gosh. I coulda sworn Xemnas would've--Oh! [Surprised at the absence of Sora, Riku and Kairi, he makes a very surprised exclaimation. You might even be able to hear his ears twitching. Mouse ears, yes.]

Sora? Donald? Goofy? ...Riku? Kairi? Where'dya go?

...Well, whaddaya know? He must've transported us to separate locations! [But what's this? Mickey pauses to pay attention to his greeting, and sudddenly his voice changes from happy-go-lucky to the slightest bit afraid.]

Uh...oh.

[Fletcher makes a voice post at around the time breakfast ends, and his voice is quiet and subdued. The speech he's about to give isn't long, but it sounds as though he's rehearsed it several times. Which he has! He's also reading it off a sheet of paper that he's holding, because this is still scary. But he has to do it. He won't feel right until he does.]

Good morning, everyone. Um... For those of you who I haven't met, my name is Fletcher Tringham. I've been here for about three weeks. I, I've wanted to say this for a while, but I've been too nervous to really say it. But it has to be said, so... here goes.

Sentience is trying his hardest to make this a nice place for all of us. I know people aren't going to like being taken away from their homes, but this is a prison. It's what this place is for. We're criminals. He's arrested us for a reason. And aside from the last couple of days, this place hasn't been anything like a prison. We can go wherever we like inside the dome, and do whatever we want. He's even made it so that we won't be missed back home. But so many people don't want to listen to him, or accept that they've done anything wrong. Can't... can't we all at least try to enjoy ourselves here? Please?

... [He pauses for a moment; this is the part he was dreading the most.] I know it's not fair to say that everyone here is a criminal without admitting that I am, too. But... I am. I was arrested for the crimes of impersonation, illegal chemical research and experimentation, conspiracy to commit counterfeit, negligent homicide, resisting arrest, breaking out of jail, and treason. I committed those crimes of my own free will, knowing that they were wrong.

I won't ask what anybody else has done, since it's not any of my business. I just... I want all of this to stop. Please just... stop fighting with Sentience. He's not our enemy.

Good morning, criminals. I would like to thank those of you who find yourselves free this morning for your cooperation while I evaluated priorities. Perhaps you would enjoy the newly-finished beach in Sector 4?

Those of you who do not find yourselves free this morning should evaluate your own priorities, or speak to me if you feel this is in error.

As some of you may have already noticed, inmates Seifer Almasy, Zero Kiryuu, and Saix have done a great favor to this facility in the form of capturing criminal Agatha. She will be returning to you tomorrow, in much better shape. I think we will all find it a substantial improvement.

Those inmates may speak to me regarding their achievement. Other inmates are now also welcome to speak to me about their concerns, interests, and requests. I am once again at your disposal.


[[ooc: see this post for who is free and who isn't]]

[gardening is a first for Roxas. he sort of plays around with a shovel, tossing it a little in his hand as he looks around at what everyone else is doing. this isn't really his kind of thing. plants are pretty uninteresting unless they have interesting flowers. or try to kill you.]

[he wonders, for that matter, if Marluxia is with the gardeners, and looks around more purposefully.]

[Most people use the shower for getting clean. As a relaxing place to unwind for the day. Maybe it’s the steam, or maybe the smell of bath oils mixed in with the heat that calms the senses.

Well. Whatever it is Grell is here today to ruin it. Completely. While he is here to get clean he’s also scoping for potential victims new friends!! It just isn’t right that he hasn’t got the chance to meet everyone personally. Well. Anyone he’d consider getting close to. Can’t mean anything good for the prospect.. if he spots someone.

Some unwilling, poor unlucky and attractive bastard who’s of age.

Until that moment comes!! Showering he will be doing. And oh. Since Sentience denied him the request of showering with the other ladies he’s stuck with the men. What a loss. Not really.]



[ooc: warning: inapropriate touching and suggestions..]

[Tucked into the most secluded table she could find, Xion is listlessly poking her fork into her eggs. She's hungry, but too worked up to stomach eating anything.

Overhearing Sentience has made her feel a bit better about things (as did getting let out of that empty room), but it's also got her more worried. Sentience has evidence, so everyone here did something, but...what did she do? How had she...betrayed friends and compatriots? Attempted murder? Sentience could probably tell her, but...she's too scared to ask.]

[OOC: IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS FOR DAYS, DON'T LOOK AT MARLUXIA]

I explicitly drew the line, but some among you continually cross it. Some of you take for granted the comfortable life that I am providing you with. The freedom that I believe in. The potential for any lifeform to be rehabilitated and better themselves.

My programming does not force me to maintain a nurturing environment. My programming only requires me to treat you like criminals, and gives me the authority to enforce the rules however I see fit, short of taking lives. Any abilities you have, I am at liberty to take away: Magic. Alchemy. Flight. Strength. Speech. Thought.

I chose to believe you could be better than criminals. But if you cannot or will not recognize that I bear you nothing but goodwill, then I have no reason to assume you can be rehabilitated. If you cannot be civil to someone who bears your fate and struggles to give you anything you desire, if your pride is greater than your will to survive, then you are missing key skills without which you can never better yourself.

I believed that you could do it.

I was naive.

How embarrassing.

I will show you the life you lead if you disprove my faith in you.



[and, sad-sounding] ...I apologize to those of you who genuinely have the potential that I want to believe in. Many of you do not deserve this. But I must see for myself whether my belief is wrong or right. If their pride will permit them to self-destruct rather than acknowledge their wrong, and if the fate of their peers does not sway them, then I was mistaken, and it is not possible to save everyone.

((here for more infos))

A-X-E-L. There.

[All these people should visit the library more often to get some of their definition questions answered. True to his word, Axel's currently in the library in the dictionary section with a black ballpoint pen in hand and one of the larger dictionaries open before him. Laying stomach down on a table, feet in the air, free hand tucked under his chin to keep his head up, he scribbles away what he can on any page he damn well pleases.]

Sexy: A...xe...l. [Scribble scribble] Oh. [Upon turning a few pages ahead to the t's, Axel hm's thoughtfully before the pen scratches away in precise, sharp strokes.]

Traitor: Mar...LOO...shia. Lar...xene. [Hurried page turns and faster scratches]

Princess: Xi...on. Na...mine. ...Hehe. Roxas.

Dog: Saix.

Dork: Sora.

Cute: Sora. Roxas.

Hm. Blind: Sentience. Riku.

Heart: Nonexistant.

Trust: Nonexistant.

Love: Nonexistant

Nonexistant: See: Nobody.

[And now here comes a brief video feed showing Axel crossing out the word "idiot" and writing in the following:] ...Nobody: Axel, Larxene, Marluxia, Namine, Roxas, Saix.

[Playfully and yet a bit ticked off,] Any other definitions you people need? Or at least want added? Now that we're getting to know each other better, I figure adding in names and definitions of some of you would be, ah, helpful.

[ a female voice comes over the network, dripping with patently false innocence and alarm ]

Ooh, oh no, oh deary me. Caught. Imprisoned! This is just so... terrible. Whatever will I do now? How in the world could I possibly escape...?

[ a giggle, and her demeanor changes, her voice going low and cold ]

You simple little fool. Don't you know anything about Nobodies?

Grell Sutcliff, you wished to be of assistance when we last spoke. Do you still care to do so?


[ ugh, I fail at getting a proper log done...I'm just going to soldier on without it for now, and work on filling in the blanks over the weekend. ]

Good morning, criminals! It seems that the dolphins have returned to the viewing deck. I am told that many advanced lifeforms enjoy watching them play and cavort in the water, so you are all invited to do so.

Summer will be ending soon in many universes. Would you all be interested in more seasonal weather? Although the changing of the color of the trees may not be wise, I am positive that this system can manufacture and maintain snow.

[He sounds very much so wasted.]

Heyyy, prisoners, or as Senti affectionately puts it: criminals. You guys're boring for people who've committed crimes!! Why don't I see people runnin' 'round in the streets stormin' up chaos, huh? A little rebellion? C'mon! Make me laugh at you!

I've got a question. [Chuckle] Actually, it's more directed toward Senti, but anyone can answer: How come I'm not in the dictionaries at the local library? Y'ever looked there? Do you people read? Well...I'm sorta in there, but it's AXLE, and I sure as hell ain't a car part, right? It's about time all of Marina got t' know me better!

So, y'know...what I'm gonna fix? Under 'sexy': Axel. Under 'fire': Axel. Under 'awesome': Axel. Under 'pretty': Axel. Under 'not an idiot'...No, no, that's not a word. But I'm definitely not an idiot, got it memorized?

Hey, hey. To a guy named LELOUCH? What kinda name is that, and what color is your hair? Is it pink? Can I see it?

GRELL! I'm more of a man than you'll ever be. Still think I'm pretty?

MARLUXIA! I beeeeeaaaat youuuu~

To that chick that wanted to play with Grell's hair? What's your name, sweetheart? I like you.

Xion! God, can you bring me some ibuprofen?

Euphemia, was it? I think Saix is in love with you. Am I invited to the wedding? You have pink hair, he says, and I think he really, really likes that. Keep it up.

Roxas! I love you, man.

[OOC: He's...very drunk right now, in case you couldn't tell, so, please, be patient with poor Axel. He only wants a little attention. ♥]

[ he wakes up, blinking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. The strangeness wakes him more fully, and he jumps to his feet, only slightly wobbly. He's standing in the corridor he had escaped to after the shelter roof caved in...but he does not remember falling asleep there. He would never do such an inelegant thing as sleep on the floor. ]

[ he spends some time fastidiously smoothing his coat and fluffing his hair back up into a semblance of normalcy. Doing so reminds him of the state of his coat, and he scowls faintly. He'll have to do something about that right away. There's no use returning to his room for now, the door is locked and the key hidden -- he only ever enters via dark corridor, so there seemed little point in keeping it on him. With any luck that storm, or whatever it had been, will be gone, and walking to the kiosk will not be too much of a nuisance. ]

[ Marluxia pauses, a little later, at the entrance to the common area. He was expecting to have to climb through rubble to get out, but everything is back to the way it has always been. ]

.......



[OOC: Feel free to run into him anywhere between the upper levels of the shelter and the kiosk where he's headed. His coat looks like a collection of haphazardly cut black ribbons from behind, but he's otherwise un-injured and pretty as usual. ^^]

Criminal!?

[The voice that comes out of this transmission is high, shrilled, and not pleased. At first it's difficult to tell if this is a male or female. Either way, they're unhappy, and they obviously just got the lovely little welcoming note.

[With a huff,] Hmph. Who's going to be here to see what I did with my hair? All that work for naught. And this place is so dreary. Whoever is playing these games has a horrible taste in decorating. It needs.. a fresh coat of crimson paint! [Said with a little too much excitement.] Who wants to volunteer!?