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.

_{[Guess who is excited for school? Nana is. She is so excited she is going to explode.]}

Nana can't believe that school is starting tomorrow! Isn't that amazing? Nana's never been to school before but it sounds so very, very nice. They will teach letters and reading to Nana. It will be so fun!

Who is teaching letters and reading? Nana would really, really like to learn and will be very, very good in class and do everything the teacher says to do! Will there be a class for drawing? Nana has only tried it once or twice, but it would be neat to learn what more colors are and...and...other drawing things.

Umm...Nana has a question though. What is a 'curriculum'? Nana heard this word but isn't sure what it means. Is it important for school? Do people need special things to go to school? Does school have rules? Nana doesn't want to get in trouble by accident!

Good morning inmates. It is the 71st day of the third generation.

Today, the postal system will be fully operational, and inmates may now engage in one of the oldest forms of communication. All questions, changes of address, and interest in assisting with postal duties should be directed to inmate Peregrine Mendicant.

Tomorrow, the school organized by Princess Euphemia will be open for classes, and the current curricula has been distributed to those who expressed interest. Attendance is not mandatory, though highly encouraged.

...And there is an overall decrease in the amount of silverware and cooking utensils available to inmates. The inmates who are in possession of such utensils are requested to return them to the kitchen area.

Surely you know by now what I'm about to do.

[ Giggles ]

Ready for this boys and girls? I promise it's just a little different from the norm.

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Your crush. Significant other. Whatever it is you wish to refer to them as...

[ Should you guys be worried? ]

How did you establish it's them you wanted? What drew you to them in the first place? Do you think it can last?

[ Not as much as usual, it seems. ]

Sorry, though. I have nothing to add for personal experiences.~

[Ammy cares not about the damage to the place right now. There's a more important matter on hand. There is a lack of food in the belly, and this obviously needs fixing.

So she's off, sniffing around and trying to determine where to go first. Eevee is right on her tail, copying what she does.

If you have food, you'll probably soon have a god-doggy puppy-eyeing you. Feed the hungry goddess?]

[This.

Is.

Humiliating.

Firstborn of Father, assigned to scrub toilets. To clean up the mess of filthy humans and their waste.

Pride knew better than to simply walk off or avoid working by now, with those guard 'bots' watching over him and the other restrained inmates to keep them in line. Those electric shocks they administered weren't all that damaging to his container, but it rather annoying nonetheless.

At least he managed to get cleaned up last night, and picked up some new clothes to replace those torn and sullied in the battle before arriving here. If there was one thing that was important, it was keeping up his appearance. A rather boring form compared to his true one, but he still had some pride in his container's appearance built up over centuries of maintaining it. It was the container gifted to him by Father after all. Though at the moment his otherwise impeccable outfit was lacking the jacket and had the sleeves rolled up, plus a pink apron over his front and matching handkerchief on his head.

Still, the thought of having to do this routine another day does not sit well with him. Aren't these bots or humans supposed to take care of this kind of menial work? He has better things to do.

For the moment he's going with it, though, scrubbing away with a toilet brush, waiting for his future freedom.]

((OOC: Chain gang work post. Feel free to tag~))

[the video flicks on to show a thirteen year old boy in a hospital gown with casts around his left leg and arm, trying rather awkwardly to get up. After trying to get out of bed without noticing the restraining device, Lee has fallen onto the floor and accidentally turned on the communicator.]

Ooh - ouch - eh? This is on?