[Just a little past midnight, the sky in Sector 1 explodes, a roiling sphere of black and red flame billowing out in eerie rings, crackling with dark electricity. The thunderous sound and the shaking of the ground can be noted all over the dome. Several buildings near the graveyard crack or outright crumble under the pressure of the explosion, but it buffets the dome walls to no effect. The flare of fire fades after a few long seconds, and leaves behind only still silence.

[The graveyard is in ruins, and the nearby buildings are not in much better shape. There are small scattered fires, and debris everywhere.

[Allen Walker is lying on the ground here, clothing torn and skin bloodied. He is unconscious. No one else is around...]


((ooc: This is OPEN. Comment here to arrive on the scene and thread amongst yourselves. Allen will not be directly responding to anyone who doesn't actually attack him, and he may in fact NOT still be there when you arrive, so please focus on each other, NOT on him. More combat may break out, so be warned that the situation may change rapidly if you tag.))

Well, this is most distressing. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥xbillion

[ In the background, Lero shrills "Earl-tama should kill him, lero!". Was this an accidental post? Or wasn't it? Hmmm~. ]

[The video turns on and settles on the edge of a keyboard; all that's visible are the keys and a pair of gloved hands. Then he begins playing this, a fast, chaotic piece, both tonal and atonal, strange.

[When he finishes, with a flourish, he picks up the camera and directs it at his face. smiling] Prokofiev piano sonata number 4, movement 3. It's a brilliant piece, isn't it?

[He looks like Allen. He sounds like Allen. But he is not Allen.]

[ Some would think, after last night, the Earl would have gone to ground and spent days hiding away from his enemies.

Though he has never been one to do such things. And nothing in the world could disappoint him. Though Allen Walker spoiled his ultimate plans, the boy's reaction to his reveal had been more than worth it.

And, besides, his darlings can't keep a house, so someone would have to do it! Their living conditions are shameful!

So, there are carpets hanging off chairs outside, the doors and windows are thrown open, and he is bustling around the kitchen in an apron and his favorite top hat -- it has piano keys on it -- cleaning house! Even Lero has a dust rag in his mouth and is helping out. ]

[ The "sun" is setting in the dome and it's a perfect evening for a stroll in the graveyard. He should thank the Defense Force for having its festivities tonight; though by no means does it occupy the entire prison, it takes up just enough that things are quiet here. He knows Tyki and Road are there, in the shadows, waiting with almost as much anticipation as he is. So good, to be reunited this way.

He stops in front of one simple, white tombstone that reads "Tatewaki Kunou" and sets the akuma doll's frame on the ground beside it. He filters a channel on his communicator and speaks: ]

Akane, this is Adam. Do you have a moment?

[ The poor dear; he knows she's suffering and has been unhappy. It will all be over soon. ]


((ooc: Backdated to around 6:30pm-ish (Friday) and closed to participants mentioned.))

Umm...[there's a lengthy pause]

....Adam? Ummm...well...I-I was wondering...i-if...

Well...umm... A-Are you busy?

[Anyone out in the rain near Sector 5 will see a young girl with an annoyed expression on her face. So very unamused. Feels like she's been sleeping for a long time...that and did she really have to wake up outside with all this rain? Flatly-]

My dress is wet.

[lmao my fail Grumpy Noah girl with a raging headache is a go]

[ Good morning, Marina, Adam is smiling and waves a little into the video screen ]

Guten Morgen, meine Freunde!

I thought, to celebrate the end of the worry of the last few days, as well as dear young Euphemia's school plans moving forward, I would bake. [ He laughs ] I do love baking, but it is best to have an occasion!

[ The video pans across the shelter common area to plates and plates of pink frosted cupcakes and white frosted chocolate cupcakes. There are also various teapots nestled among the sweets, as well as cups. ]

Please, come and eat!

Also, if anyone is interested in attending the German class I am teaching, please come; I would be pleased to discuss the curriculum with you. [ Conspiratorially ] To be honest, I have never taught a class before, so I am very excited!

[Akane looks out of breath and on the verge of some sort of emotional upheaval, whether it be tears or a temper tantrum. She's been looking for Ranma since she woke up in the infirmary that morning. He promised to remain by her bedside until she got better. But when the sleeping sickness finally lifted and she stirred, she had looked around the unfamiliar hospital room frantically to find that it was empty.

His name... she can't find it in the contact list. And he isn't in his room or in any of the the usual places she's looked in the past to find him. Akane's had this feeling before; she experienced it when Reira left, and again when she found out Kunou was dead. Only this time, the fear and anxiety are physically taxing on her heart. She can't think. She can't breath. She's exhausted, and yet she can't rest. The pain in her chest, it's exactly what she's been fearing since she found herself in this prison. What would she do...? What could she do... if Ranma was sent back?

Her voice shakes as she speaks, and although her tone is hard and her eyes are filled with anger, it's clear that tears are burning in them.]

Ranma... I can't find him anywhere.

[He has to be here. She won't believe that he's gone. She never got to tell him... tell him that she...]

WHERE IS HE?!

[Good morning, Marina. Today, you will be seeing over the video, Allen and Jun in the butterfly pavilion. They have...somehow...moved a piano out there, and they're playing something for you all. Given all the noise, they've managed to stir up all the butterflies in a rather dramatic spiral, although a few seem content to land on them still.

Whether you're in the Butterfly Pavilion or not, the song is totally for you. Yes, you.]

[ooc: Those in the butterfly pavilion can also action tag the boys! Cheers.]

[ Strolling through the park, "Adam" refrains from looking too pleased, lest he attract attention. Not that a healthy, fully awake person would garner too much notice, unless it would be someone asking him for help. Which, of course, he would happily provide. Once he's finished here.

It was only weeks ago that he distributed his blankets, and only days since he told his darling Noah about them. Truth be told, it seems longer than that. But he is in an exceptionally good mood, today, listening to all the turmoil among the other inmates.

And now, into the educational center, toward the piano. Waking his little creatures does not require him to use it; just a little use of power would do the trick. But there should be music. It's not the same without music. ]

( OOC Info! )

[Miranda made it down to the common room nearest the kitchen, but she's already beginning to doze. She's really looking forward to seeing Adam, especially after yesterday. She likes spending time with him, and she would like to think he doesn't mind her company either.

She just...hopes she'll stay awake enough to enjoy it.]

[Akane is sitting outside the dojo, leaning her back against the wall near the entrance. Her eyes are nearly closed, as if she is in a daze. The color around her eyes is dark and her pigment is spotted with blotchy patches, as if she's been rubbing her face a lot. She looks tired and the whites of her eyes are red. In her hand, she has a water bottle that she occasionally raises to her lips, but otherwise Akane is pretty lifeless.

She sighs, her lips slowly mumbling a name before she closes her eyes tightly. She doesn't want to cry again. She can't cry. It won't change anything and it won't bring him back. But knowing that will hardly take away the guilt.]

Kunou-senpai...


[ooc: Tatewaki Kunou was from her world, so she's a little out of it since hearing about his death. Anyone is welcome to pop in and talk to her, but she might be a little despondent. Even so, she could use some cheering up.]

[voice]
I just thought it would be wise to make a public announcement about this, in case anyone hasn't overheard. If you or someone you know are suffering symptoms of exhaustion or intense depression, please speak up. There appears to be something of an epidemic going around, and it's important to know who's affected and what they're going through. This also applies if you've seen anything unusual late at night.

It could be related to last night's attack, so be careful, and I'd advise everyone to stay indoors at night. Especially if you live near the shelter. [...or if he knows you]


[voice/private to Tear]
...I know this isn't a good time -- I'll understand if you'd rather cancel our previous arrangement. But if you're still willing to teach me to read your language, I'm still willing to learn...? [light-hearted; he won't take it badly if she's busy]



( ...and action! )

It wakes, and the dome's illumination dies abruptly. Erratic shrouds are emitted to blot out the harsh light.

The air is cold. It leaves no warmth for other beings.

The air is thick. The energy clustered about it pervades the atmosphere and is almost nauseating.

"                       "

The only driving force is the need to eat.

It hurts. It doesn't heal because it's not enough. It's not enough at all.

So it looks for another meal.

--------

There's no memory of purpose, intention, origin.

Something moves about. She can't make out a form, but its presence is undeniable.

Wavering vision; submerged in red sea. The air is hard to breathe and trying simply sucks in more of the heavy substance. It's only natural. This is underwater, after all.


So wake up.

Or else you'll--

[In his mocking cheerful tone.] Oh look, someone gave me a basket of goodies. How quaint. [Less cheerful.] Now that I have a bag of salty nuts I don't miss my freedom at all.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get everything together, but I have a list possible subjects for the school as well as people who may be interested in teaching them. I made copies and put it up in the common room of the shelter. Please feel free to add to it. Some things may need to be combined into one class like the various sciences. I left extra sheets of paper if you'd like to make additional notes. Or you can just talk to me directly! I put names down to everything they said they might be interested in, but I'm sure they don't really want to have such a heavy class load, so please feel free to add your name anywhere and we can sort things out later.

We are making progress on the location and supplies. [Because Cornelia is working on that!] And I believe Kaoru and Hikaru are working on uniform designs. [She's not entirely sure she got a final answer on that.]

[After a moment] Oh, and Gino, the pictures of me have arrived if you would like to get together.

( Possible subjects and professors )

(OOC: Please be clear whether your tag is WRITTEN or VOICE. There are plenty of colored pens for your written responses and you may write notes to one another! Poke me or respond to this if your character already volunteered to possibly teach a section and I left it out. Skimming may have been involved!)

[In the park there are several benches set up almost like pews in a church, white and decorated with flowers at the edges and along the backs. Instead of two sedate columns with rows of benches pointing towards some dais, the benches are in rows facing each other, and in the center of the aisle between them is a long table with a substantive buffet of brunch food: colorful red eggs, fruit salads, muffins and rolls, glazed ham...

[The buffet table is extremely distracting. Allen is dressed in his full black-and-red uniform with a cloak and the Rose Cross worn over it; he keeps glancing at the buffet table as he stands right -- temptingly -- in front of it so that everyone can see him, with occasional glances down at his book to make sure he remembers his lines.]


Thus we give thanks and glory unto you, Father, and glory to the Christos, and glory to the blessed Virgin who bore him...


[He is trying not to rush, but he is mentally censoring out optional parts of the ritual to more quickly get to the eating part.]


((ooc: Event post! Feel free to post a comment here establishing what your character is doing during or after the ceremony, and other people will thread with you, or you can comment to someone else's comment~!))

Good morning. Today is the 57th day of the third generation.

Criminals Kitty Pryde and Tyki Mikk, there are no exceptions to the ban on sexual activity. As such, you have been outfitted with a neck restraint for one week. Please keep regulations in mind from now on.

...On a more positive note, today coincides with the Easter holiday in some timelines. A service will be held at approximately 10:00 this morning, and will be led by inmate Allen Walker. Even those not of the Christian faith are welcome to attend and hear the message promoted.

Requests for the following inmates have arrived: Axel, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Lacus Clyne, Lavi, Princess Euphemia, and Rei Ayanami. You may receive them at the entrance to Sector 0.

Preparations for the small plant shop that inmate Setsuna Seiei suggested are underway. There will be a variety of plant life available from different worlds, but I will hear suggestions if any inmates desire something in particular.

[OOC note: The collars on Kitty and Tyki are impossible to phase through, and any physical contact with other inmates will result in a shock-- though nothing will happen if they phase through someone]

[A little more high pitched than he should be, he talks to everyone like he's babying them.] Did everybody enjoy the little bit of rain we had yesterday? I think so!

[Mock voices coming up.]

♪ Oh, I just love the rain!

♫ Let’s drink tea and eat cookies and watch it from a window together!

♪ I want to sing and dance in the rain while everybody listens! La~la~la!

♫ I’m. So. Happy!

[Now there’s a disgusted scream/laugh.] You people make me want to gouge out my own eyes! Are there any actual criminals here!? I hate this place!