[Last night alone hadn't been particularly exhausting; the lizards were no different from Caster's water demons, and she had encountered only one mass of flesh near dawn. But she hadn't been at a safe energy level to start off with, and fighting had just ate away at her dwindling prana even more.

So here Saber is, reaching for her umpteenth serving of food while shoving the plate from the recently finished one out of the way and over to the large, steadily growing, pile of dishes. Having slept in and then rested all morning to recuperate, the Heroic Spirit of the Sword now needs to fill her stomach up, and quickly.

Feel free to stare upon walking in; there's no way a girl that tiny should be able to pack away so much food-- and in record time to boot]


[[ooc: You can catch Saber at either the pizza stand or ramen stand; she'll be making rounds to each to gorge herself see icon keywords]]

Cenaþ glæm

[ the room suddenly fills with a soft white glow, and there's a ball of swirling white light hovering just above Merlin's outstretched hand. He smiles, pleased at having mastered something he'd first performed while unconscious, and sets the ball to float over his head ]

[ he hasn't really had a full night's sleep, but now that he's awake, he's hungry, and there had been little food to eat yesterday. He leaves his room and makes for the kitchen area, more confident now he has his own personal light source. He'll just take his chances of running into Uther, and make something up, if he did. No one else seemed to care about magic use, here, anyway ]

[ hopeful that the stores had been restocked, he is both happy and puzzled when he opens the door of the cold-box (he's sure it had another name, but can't remember it) to see a very limited range of items; but hundreds of them, all packed in haphazardly. He picks up something that looks like it might be meat and bread, and sniffs at it. His nose scrunches, definitely not meat and bread, at least not as he knows it ]

Ugh, what is this stuff?

...Acumen? ...Hellooooooo? LET'S MAKE BABI--

--OOOOOOO~ I CAN SEE ALLLLL OF YOU! YOU'S ALL GONNA BE LIKE ANTS!

[Giggle while GIR proceeds to mess about with certain things in his new surroundings, gleefully asking what 'this does' or 'that does' in the process.

GIR eventually decides that he rather likes the dome in nighttime, so for now all you'll be seeing is darkness. But of course breakfast time doesn't have to suffer because of this! There's a gasp because now GIR has some ideas!

Should you be worried? That is entirely up to you.]

DOLPHINS!



((ooc: Ok, guys, today's the day to meet your new Vermin Overlord! First off, you can always refer to this post for a day-to-day schedule of what's happening. This morning Orihime and Ribbons will be given special attention! GIR will be sending robots to Orihime's house to pamper her senseless and give her candy and as for Ribbons, congratulations, you will be sent a huge shipment of tacos with bacon in them.

Comment as you would any other day post and have fun~))

Hi everybody... not to put a damper on anyone's afternoon but... I just had a question.

[ Pause. Deep breath. ]

Um... where's the blood gone?


((ooc: I'll be going to bed soon, but threadjacking is a-ok with me.))

[Around Midday, Merlin's Shelter Room | CLOSED]
[ Merlin's spent the morning fast asleep -- quite the lazy one, without Gaius, or bots or the noise of a large city to wake him early. In fact, it's nearly whatever passes for 'midday' in Marina by the time he begins to stir ]

[ he has felt it before, the rush of magic stabbing through his sleep, waking him with a jolt of awareness. But this time is different. This time, the sudden pounding throb of heat comes from within himself. His eyes fly open, bright gold for a moment as power pulses through him again, filling him up. He gasps aloud, his skin tingling with fire as the magic shifts and then finally settles back into place like a sigh ]

[ it takes a moment, of blinking a sudden glare from his eyes, and swallowing down the feeling that something is about to burst from his throat, to work out what has happened. There is a lightness when he moves his legs, that has been absent the past two days; and he lets out a sudden whoop of joy, leaping up from the bed he'd been asleep in ]

I'm free!


[Later, in the shelter | OPEN]
[ all but bounces out into the common area, thrilled and comforted by the return of his magic. He hadn't realised how off-kilter he'd been feeling without it, and now it is back he feels fantastic! And ravenous! ]

[ now he only has to work out how to get to the food. He's standing, looking blankly at what he's sure has to be a kitchen, but which is utterly foreign. Where was the fire and spit, the stew pot, the oven? Where were the hanging meats, the crocks of greens and barrels of grain? ]




[ OOC: First part closed to himself and Amaterasu, while he's in his room. Open to all, later in the shelter common/kitchen area. Apologies for last week's absence, I will be catching up on back tags today, I hope! ]

Good afternoon. Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anyone's luncheon.

[ a polite pause, as if to give you time to finish chewing, daub your mouth with a napkin, or otherwise prepare to be interrupted. then, so mild it almost doesn't sound careful or calculated: ]

I have a question, you see; merely an item of curiosity, and of course answering is completely optional. [ ♥ ] What would each of you call your... station in life? Class, occupation -- title, if any? Nationality? Species? Sex? Gender? And so on.

...I'll start, shall I? My name is Jade Curtiss, my class is baron, my occupation is military in nature, my title is colonel, and I hail from the Malkuth Empire. Human, male, and masculine.

[ cheerfully ] And I do apologize to the prison's more senior inmates for the almost certain redundancy.

[ he's sitting at a table in the shelter, where the shiny magic-looking-but-apparently-not-magical creatures had herded all of the chained prisoners for dinner. The plate once containing his food was scraped clean--prison food it may be here, but it was better than he got most days back home, and he'd been ravenous. The day had been exhausting, he was completely un-used to doing so much work without magical assistance. Instead of lazing on his bed reading while Arthur's clothes washed themselves, he'd been elbow-deep in icy, soapy water for what seemed ages, and he wasn't sure his fingers would ever lose the look of dried fruit. ]

Tell me it gets easier? [ he grumbles; his plate cleared to one side, and his head flopped in its place, using his crossed arms as an impromptu pillow ]

[ there's a sudden cacophony of noise in his ear, voices talking over and around each other; it is like listening in on the Druids and yet...not. There are words, too, hovering before his eyes, forcing him to blink and focus on the message. ]

What? [ he chokes out (unknowingly over the network), reaching up to grab at the message that has suddenly turned his blood to ice and made the fine hairs prickle on his neck. A slight tug at his ear and the message falls away, along with the chatter, and he's holding a very strangle little object in his hand. What if someone else saw, what if... ]

I...uh, don't think we're in Camelot any more, Arthur. [ turns as casually as he can to look at Arthur...aaand then keeps turning, searching the vacant area behind him for a sign of the overbearing Prince, who'd been right there just moments ago... There is no one else around, though, just a basket of strange goods sitting on the ground near his feet, and what looks like a heavy metal ball attached to a shackle about his ankle. If this was imprisonment, it was like nothing he'd ever heard of in Camelot, let alone the rest of Albion. Had he messed up a spell and sent himself further? The view is certainly quite unlike anything he has ever seen before. Buildings and streets, surely too smoothly perfect to be made by anything other than magic, and a sky that curves rather alarmingly overhead. ]

[ he's not yet panicking...not really, and calls out, more confidently than he feels: ] Hello? Is there anyone else here? [ looks down at the strange thing gripped in his hand, frowning. Was it really some sort of strange new magic? A...dream? ]


[ OOC: Communicator is not being worn (though it's probably still turned on), so he can understand you only if you speak English. Someone come and help the poor medieval guy learn about technology! ]