[ the feed starts up to a rather wide-eyed face. the shot itself is skewed, tilted at an odd angle, and only just focused on his face. he doesn't seem to be looking directly at the screen; his gaze is just the slightest bit off. ]

Has power gone out? The lights don't work. I can't even tell if this damn thing is working either.

Is anyone else experiencing problems?

[ the area behind him is brightly lit; it looks like the area by the library. his tone is an irritable one, but there's a hint of something else bubbling up there. panic? ]


(ooc: struck blind and without a sense of taste. aw yeah.)

[With a sigh, Alice starts to speak in a rather flat tone.]

If anyone cares, it looks like that brochure was wrong. That A.I. won't remove restraints early without special circumstances.



[Filtered to Nunnally, Lelouch, Suzaku]
My restraint was removed last night anyway, and I've been learning the area since.

Ah... Nunnally, would you still... like to meet up?

[The scent of baking bread is coming out of the kitchens, along with freshly brewed coffee. The bread itself is in the oven while she's preparing something for lunch -- something that involves meat, spices and vegetables.

Hungry? She can easily share if you don't mind waiting a little~]


(( OOC: Thread with Zelman is considered "last." :3b ))
 

[Alice is not looking happy here, and her red eyes are narrowed in a dangerous expression that should look totally out of place on a girl in pigtails. There's a distinct clink of a chain as she shifts slightly.]

Your Highnesses! If you are truly here, then answer me!

Where is N- Princess Nunnally? [She hesitates, but apparently steels her resolve. She's unworthy, but nonetheless devoted.] As her knight, I must know.

[ The screen is greeted by an annoyed face. It's very annoyed. It's extremely annoyed. It's the face of a man exhausted and simultaneously struck with a great indignity indeed. ]

Whoever messed around with both my lunch and my room is in for it. Isn't the 'warden' supposed to keep it's precious inmates in relatively good health?

[ His scowl deepens, and his eyes narrow in mingled weariness and pain. ]

Where's the nearest first-aid station? I don't need a migraine on top of all this.

I hope everyone's spirits have improved over yesterday. It's important not to lose heart. [Might be almost giving herself a pep talk here. She's feeling a little worn down by all the attacks.]

I've decided to start including flashlights and extra batteries in the welcome baskets in case of emergencies. Is there anything else anyone can think of that should be added?

[She's seen the list. She knows Gino is gone. That isn't making today any easier, but she's trying. Trying to focus on something else. Anything else.]

Don't worry, everyone. I'm sure the brave men and women of our Defense Force will keep everyone protected in this uncertain time.

Make sure to bother them with all your insignificant frets.

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIEEEEEE!!

[Watch as GIR runs about and screeches frantically on the screen]

[Rolo is making his way toward the shelter this afternoon, pleased to have the restraint removed from his ankle.

He's not heading anywhere in particular. In fact, he's following another figure some ways ahead of him, a certain brown-haired knight. Said teen is probably aware that he's being followed too, as stealth isn't exactly high on Rolo's skill list.

Still, it won't matter once he's close enough.]

[Philosophy class today! It's the first class, so Lelouch is handing out a syllabus, the reading (a short essay by Descartes for class, and an essay by Locke to take home), and a study sheet that should help the students focus on the subject matter they're going to be talking about for a while.

[Your introduction to this introduction to philosophy will be epistemology: the study of knowledge itself. What is knowledge? How does knowledge relate to truth, or belief?

[The Descartes essay that everyone will be reading during class together talks about how knowledge is flawed. Since we perceive the world through our senses, and our senses are not infallible -- they can be tricked or misled -- the things you know can't be trusted. The only thing you can know, for certain, is that you exist. In some form.

[So good luck with all that.]



((ooc: No categories; just indicate "After", "Before", "During", in your subject header. This is going to be eventy, so students are encouraged to interact with each other, but Lelouch will also be tagging around. Class is from 4-5:30.))

[Rolo has spent most of his afternoon sleeping, and is a little displeased by this fact. He's still groggy as he's found his way to the kitchen in the shelter, hungry enough to set other matters aside for the moment.

The contents of the refrigerator are... disturbing. He shuts the door again immediately.

Anyone who wanders into the kitchen now will find him searching through the cabinet with a deep frown on his face.]

[The view from the communicator shows the fake sky of the dome, as if the owner is laying on their back... or at least the communicator is. There's a groan, and the view abruptly shifts.

The sensation of disintegrating into nothing and then being abruptly reformed is a bit jarring, and it takes Rolo a few moments to adjust. A couple moments more to realize he's still alive somehow, and another to pose the most obvious question to the world.]

...What?

[There's a bit of fumbling with the device, after which the feed is abruptly cut off. It appears he's not quite ready to go public yet.

Though anyone in sector two might be able to come across a somewhat shaky and unsteady "Lelouch" with a ball and chain attached to one leg.]