Okay, so... I've been thinking.

[ pause ] Oh, if you're a kid, you probably shouldn't listen to this. I have no idea how many of you are out there, but Fletcher, Xion, and you other kids, this means you, okay?

I think we should come up with a way to convince Sentience to let us have sex.

I know we have some smart people here, I'm sure we can figure something out.

[Sakamoto is lying on the floor in the middle of a hallway after dropping Reira off. A day of being sober really did a number on him- Usually, Sakamoto didn't think very much, unless he was negotiating a business deal. And even then, his mind was very focused on the particular issue at hand (that too the big picture, Mutsu handled the details), and he rarely had time to think for himself. As much as he tried to keep thoughts of his head because thinking too much really bothered him, it hadn't work as well as usual without the alcohol clouding his brain a little. And even then, the fact that he was able to fully recount the encounter with Reira, for the most part, was a sign that despite drinking some heavy sake he hadn't been able to drink nearly enough for him to not be able to forget the night entirely.

But he was asleep now, at least, with a few incriminating lipstick stains on his chest and the edge of his shirt.]

[After contacting Bakura, Sakamoto is humming (although still slightly off-balance) as he finally reaches the clothing store. It wasn't really a store, he thought, because there wasn't anything being exchanged, no currency or goods, like he was used to, so he didn't really feel that it deserved that title.

It was a sight to see- A woman with a tarp around her who couldn't walk or speak, and a man who talked to much and whose balance was in the same condition as that of the odd girl.]

Miharu. Miharu.

[It's already panic. Yoite had only been able to make out a few words 'criminal', 'trespassing', 'kidnapping', 'won't', and 'leaving'. Though close enough to read, even with his vision, the letters had come up fuzzy, distorted, overlapping two or three times. Shifting up, down, side ways, as he tried to read.

There's a steel ball on his ankle.

He can't Kira it away.

And worst of all-- no small boy, with huge green eyes next to him.

He doesn't understand. He's scared.

Did Kairoushuu imprison him? He just got Miharu back. Had they taken him? Could Miharu even hear him, on the other end?]

Miharu! [It's desperate; choked. It's horrible, frightening that he can't fix this obvious problem with Kira. That he's helpless.]

Good morning, criminals! You were all extremely busy last night, so allow me to remind everyone that property damage is cause for the system to revoke some of your privileges. Be careful!

Today I am pleased to announce that the headquarters for Lord Gino's defense team has been completed. It will be located in Sector 1, for those of you interested in visiting or seeing it for yourself, or even joining up! If there is anything lacking, please let me know and I will endeavor to provide it.

Also, inmate Dino Cavallone, you may be interested in visiting the pet cafe today. I believe someone is expecting you.

[It feels to Bakura, like he's been locked in the darkness forever. The Spirit had gotten angry at him for revealing too much information to Sora, and had since kept him trapped inside his own body. He is locked in his soul room, left with nothing but his worries about what is happening outside his dark prison. The Spirit would give him glimpses, enough to let him understand what was going on, but that was almost more torture than being left completely clueless.

'Please...please stop.'

It had been going on for days, and by now Bakura's pleas were being completely ignored.

Watch this. The spirit tells him. I'm doing this for you.

'I don't want this...'

You wanted a friend, and I got you one. You're never satisfied, are you?

The Spirit is showing Bakura what they're doing. They head to the arcade, after making a quick stop first.

As they sit, and wait at the arcade, Bakura can feel his heart breaking. He doesn't want anyone else's life ruined because of him. Because he is too much of a coward to stand up against his Darkness...or to live without him.]

[After leaving Riku--oh, parting is such sweet sorrow--Axel heads in the direction of the nearest park. Splitting up really isn't a problem for the redhead; he likes to think that he's capable of taking care of himself. Not sure if he can trust that Riku will be all right fending for himself, but, hmph, the guy's running on impatience, determination, and Mountain Dew.

He'll be fine.

The question now stands: Will Axel?]

Here we go.

( I wish I never had taken this dare // I wasn't quite prepared // Doll me up in my bad luck // I'll meet you there )

((ooc: takes place after this thread))

[Possession certainly isn't something new to the Thief King. Every new host is a completely different experience, though, and he is excited to see how fun this new body is going to be. He is pretty sure it is going to be a blast.

When he first wakes up his vision is blurry, likely due to the fact that Sora's eyes have been open for two days now. He blinks to clear it. Riku is curled against him, and around him, and he smirks. He rolls over onto his side and props his head up on one arm, watching Riku sleep.]




((OOC WARNING: Mild Adult Content))

Heeeeeelloooo everyyyyyone!

[Sakamoto waves over the video, although he is waving very sloppily in an up and down motion. It is obvious that he was drinking in the wee hours of the morning, and it is apparent that he is very drunk. It's also apparent that from the top it appears that he has nothing on. He is smiling, however, and seems pretty content, unaware of the raging headaches and wretchings that are sure to come later.]

Ahahahaha! It seems that I have lost my clothes somewhere, haha! It would be very helpful if I could find them, ahahaha! It's kind of... Really, really cold, haha! It seems I am missing my scarf as well! I've lost my red jacket, wooden geta, and my pants, haha!

I don't even have my shoes, hahaha! I can't seem to feel my toes, but I can't really seem to feel my brain either! Haha!

Eek, I must be the king of Canadia! That's a cold place, isn't it, ahahahaha! Where is it exactly though? What continent, haha, ahahahaha! I've heard of it soooooomewhere-

[And with that he accidentally cuts off the feed.]

((OOC: This is a reference of his body type? It makes no sense, I know.

...The reason that he is naked is because in his drunken stupor, he went to the showers to somehow wash his clothes but he left them there... And now he doesn't remember where they are.))

[After the entire fiasco with Yuuri ended, Joshua hasn't been bothering too much with the headset or the network in general. That is, until Riku's little announcement concerning Sora. It's the perfect escapism for Joshua. He can just delve into this and have a perfect excuse as to why he isn't dealing with his own problems - not that he ever has any of course!~

So when he had said that he would go look for the person that took Sora's Soul, Joshua meant it. This is partially for his own selfish reasons, but also it's interesting. Joshua hadn't heard anything from the last person that had been Soul-snatching, so he doubts that she has anything to do with this. The only real option Joshua has right now is to go running around the Asylum and hope that he will be able to see someone lurking around with more Souls than just one.

That's exactly what he does. While he had heard about the announcement concerning the air and electricity, Joshua could care less. He's dead already, so it's not like the atmosphere here can, right? But it does mean that he won't be as inconspicuous traveling here and there, examining every Soul that he comes across...

Yet he already has his own suspicions...]

[Bakura wakes up in the morning, still feeling rather tired. He's disappointed to see that it's still dark. He's laying under a pile of blankets, and gropes around in them for his flashlight. He switches it on, seeing the strange room, before he remembers the Spirit told him they would be moving out of the shelter for a while. As if he didn't already have problems being social, taking him away from the majority of the other inmates certainly wouldn't help.

He knew he would never be allowed to have any friends, though, and was trying hard not to let it bother him.

'It hurts that you think so low of me. Of course I want you to have friends.'

Bakura tries his best just to ignore the Spirit. He rolls over onto his side, and freezes when the light from his flashlight falls on a small figurine sitting on his bedside table.]

No! You didn't!

[He snatches up the doll off of the table, looking at it closer. The features were similar enough, that he immediately recognized it as Sora.]

Why?! Why did you do this?!

[Angry tears start streaming down his face, and he grips the Millennium Ring hard. He wants to throw it across the room, or out a window, or into the ocean, or something, but he knows that he won't.

'You wanted a friend. So I gave you one.']

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...

[He looks back at the doll.]

S-Sora? Can you hear me?

[Riku puts his communicator on in the early morning, thinking of asking anyone if they had seen Sora. He doesn't care if it's still morning, he's bothered that his best friend failed to return last night.]

( That's when he notices the breathing... )

[Riku's voice comes over the network, loud and trying to hide his panic.] Is anyone a Doctor?! It's Sora he...I don't know what's wrong. Is there a doctor or a healer or anyone?

Someone...please, I...need help. [There is a pained groan.] I'm at the beach.

So, everyone's running around panicking about the food issue, right? Has anyone considered trying to break into the Pet Cafe? After all...I'm sure it must be called cafe for a reason.

[Dark laughter.]

I've never eaten puppy before. I wonder how it tastes?

[He's half serious, and half trying to pick a fight with anyone who will rise to the bait.]

[Today has been rather uneventful thus far. Stubbornly trying to bathe in the ice cold water had left the two best friends completely out of the loop about anything having to do with the fire, from the pleasant warming fireball to the not so pleasant wild fire in the park.

The two are coming back to the shelter mid-day after taking a run around the dome to get warm.]

It's still cold. [Riku just wants to complain. He sits down on one of the couches there and snags a blanket, wrapping it around himself. He looks up at his best friend.]

You alright? [Sora's body has no meat or fat on it, after all.]

[Bakura has never liked the dark. That has always been the Spirit's domain. He managed to stay mostly calm for the first day, just keeping to himself, but waking up again to darkness that refused to recede, that surrounded him, and was only occasionally broken by a glowing tree, or someone walking past with a flashlight...he feels like it is closing in around him. Like the compound is slowly shrinking, and he is starting to suffocate. Calmness is slipping away from him, and he is fighting to keep the panic at bay. That brief moment of light earlier raised his hopes for a brief moment, and when it flickered out, disappearing, it took his hopes with it.

Now, he is quietly slipping out of the compound, a flashlight clutched tightly between pale fingers. He's heading towards the library. He needs to talk to his sister, she can calm him down. He grabs some paper and a pencil in the library. He debates staying there, but it's so dark, and empty...he turns around and leaves with his new treasures, making a bee-line towards the park. It seems the most well lit place. Once he arrives, he makes himself comfortable against a tree trunk, and starts composing a letter to his dead sister.]

[Fletcher sounds a little down, but what else is new?]

Why can't people just get along? Fighting and being mean doesn't help anyone.

[Voice amused and unconcerned, with only the slightest tremble to betray how shaken she is.] I expected Hell to be somewhat warmer.

[There’s a bit of a chuckle, accompanied by the clank and jingle of a chain.] I must say, this does make walking quite difficult. I don’t suppose there’s a helpful demon around to offer assistance?

[Bakura wakes up, feeling groggy. He goes to rub his eyes, and freezes at the small hand in front of his face.]

Ahhhhhhhhh!

[The spirit of the ring, quickly takes over, not liking the unusual situation in the least bit. He looks himself over, and growls, knowing who is likely the responsible one.]

Stupid giggly bastard Joshua! If any part of this is your bloody fault, I'm going to flay you, and hang you from the top of the dome, do you hear me?!

[Bakura pulls the last tray of cookies out of the oven, setting it next to the bowls of dozens of other cookies. There are snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, one plate of brownies, russian wedding cakes, chocolate crinkles...needless to say he hadn't been able to sleep and had gotten up early to start baking. He liked to do it when he was stressed, and needless to say, he had been stressed. Now he just needs to get rid of them all.]

If anyone is interested, I've made a few batches of cookies. Come on by and grab some, if you would like.