[Tieria had tried to isolate himself most of the day. He had Haro with him, and was in the butterfly pavilion, watching the robot interact with the delicate insects as he himself worked in spurts on communicating with him. He wasn't doing much beyond that, though, other than hoping people wouldn't find him there. He had been through an awkward day yesterday, and it was taking a bit to get past it.]

[ Who is that lone figure stalking the streets after sundown? Whoever it is, they're moving a little more carefully than usual. The darkness isn't an issue, as the dome is well-lit enough, but when half of your vision is permanently blocked out, and you're not used to it, you tend to be more cautious.

Oh yeah. Neil is wearing fresh bandages pulled over his right eye. Those who knew him when he first arrived (and those who say the "other" version of him) will probably find this somewhat ironic. The Meister doesn't look too happy about his predicament. It might have to do with the fight at the beach with Kira, yesterday, that led to this injury.

Or it could be because the bandages were wrapped so that it pulled his brow down in somewhat of a permanent scowl. The lighting probably doesn't help.

Whatever it is, the man just wants to get home. He has spent enough time nursing his injured pride. I'm sure he would just love to be stopped on his path from the hospital to his home in Sector 4. ]

[video(/action?) - morning | closed]

[Tieria was released from the hospital that morning, and the first thing he did was make the promised call to Neil.]

Neil. Are you awake, yet?

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[action 1 - late-morning, midday | open in general, but thread with Revive closed]

[Tieria left the hospital feeling a little off, but mostly okay. There was also a bit of a lighter feeling. He really couldn't describe it, but he felt a bit looser, like things were all okay. He had Haro with him as he wandered, not really overly concerned just yet with figuring a lot of things out.]

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[action 2 - evening | open]

[Had a little fun, and now Tieria was experiencing his first drunken walk of shame back to his apartment. He had a pretty high tolerance, actually, thanks to his physiology, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But he was still feeling pretty off. He was having some difficulty keeping completely upright, and walking a straight line was out of the question. Judging by how many times he was stopping and berating himself, outloud, it was clearly frustrating him.

Haro wasn't being much help, either. He would bump Tieria from the side if the Meister strayed too far in one direction or the other off the walkway, but that was only resulting in Tieria scolding the little robot.]

[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]

{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}

[Tieria set this up to a tight feed for a trusted group of people. (feel free to contact me if you're not sure, but it's pretty much CB people and a few of the people he's met here that he really trusts) Behind him, visible to the viewer, was a young cat, washing and looking disinterested.]

I have a favor to ask. I need to know if anyone is available tonight to check on Spot for me. I... have something I need to do.

[You may hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of computer keys being pressed. Or rather, what you may hear is a buzz of clicks that would be said keys being pressed at a ludicrous and frankly inhuman speed.] No way... there's no way any of this can be right--!

[As he's speaking, the video flickers on - it seems he's activated the feed without realizing it. A young man with shaggy-looking dark brown hair is hunched over a local computer terminal typing so fast that his fingers are quite literally blurs. Every so often, he'll pause and listen to the output on the communicator; it seems that he's trying to hack it - or something.]

[He's mumbling to himself.] Modulate the frequency to a shorter wavelength, maybe? No, if it's underwater, then there'd be too much signal degradation, and the encryption... but if this could operate in pulsed bursts then maybe it might have the power, and...

[A pause, and when he speaks his voice is louder, and more urgent.] Hello? Hello! Archangel, do you read me? Archangel! [Nothing. More rapid-fire typing.] Can anyone hear this? ZAFT, ESF, or Orb, please come in!

[Typity type.] Those channels aren't working, then... ah, personal communications, maybe? It's worth a try. [Typing!] Athrun, Cagalli! ...Lacus?

Can anybody hear me?

[The convergence of the week's events had her already contemplating this, but it was Neil's injuries the other day that had Lacus refusing to quit until it was done. The church would reopen tonight.]

( Cut for length, feel free to skip down to the video )

[Video: Open]
[At first, all the video shows are the stars, shining in the night sky. The camera turns to show the inside of the church from the entry -- it looks entirely different than before. Where there was once plain wood and candlelight there is now light and color everywhere. Not only the stained glass in the windows, but the walls painted in vivid, abstract murals, the altar and pews stained a rich cherry.]

[And on the wall where had once hung a crucifix, and a man from it, a vibrantly colored portrait, of sorts.]

It's finished. [Lacus finally appears on the feed, but not as you might expect. Her expression is stern and her eyes flat and grey, as though the light can't reach them.] We mustn't allow acts of terror to weaken us. That is the truest war any of us will fight.

[She blinks, once, her seriousness giving way.] I hope... [Her eyelids flutter and her eyes return to normal, reflecting the light once more. But they close again, her balance faltering.]

[The feed cuts off as she hits the floor. If anyone tries to call for her, she doesn't respond.]


((OOC: Action is totally open to any and all! Network replies will be answered after an IC time delay. No need to read what's behind the cut to respond, and I'm sorry for the tl;dr... /)_(\ ))

[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]

[Around lunch-time, one could find Akito sitting on a rooftop in sector three. He swings his legs as he thinks, mind going over everything that's happened lately. Setsuna's left too...he's going to miss him greatly. Slowly more people were leaving and others were arriving. Sometimes he felt like one of the only constants in this place, though that wasn't true. There were others who had been here as long as he had.

His communicator is turned on, listening to the network. After awhile, he turns the voice setting on and begins to sing.

It's a song without words, but even then it manages to make the emotions behind the tune clear. It starts off soft, almost sad. But gradually, a tone of hope creeps into it, flowing steadily from that into a pure happiness, a joy of simply being alive. For those who've heard such a thing before, they'll recognise Akito's tuner song easily as he sings his own song, pitch-perfect and flowing with ease of long practise.

After awhile it quietens again into a soft, calm happiness, before slowing to a stop. Akito sighs softly, but doesn't say anything after that. All he wanted to do was sing, and share it with the network. But he'll reply if talked to, and is easily gotten to if anyone wishes to find him]

[Tieria's voice came across as flat and emotionless as he spoke. It was his way of keeping what he was feeling out of things. People needed to be informed, and that was fine. He would leave it at that. They didn't need to know how he felt about the situation.]

For anyone concerned, Setsuna F. Seiei has ... disappeared from Marina.

[So, it hadn't been perfect, but he knew. He knew Setsuna was in that building, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. But, he was not in the mood to deal with others asking about it, so he decided to go with what everyone knew already, rather than trying to explain what he had learned the night Sentience took power from Acumen.]

{OOC: Tieria tried to get as many people as possible without having to deal with people like Schuldig and Michael, so it's likely he probably knows who Setsuna hung out with and whatnot. If your character associated with Setsuna, feel free to play it that Tieria found out and contacted them. However, that being said, Tieria's also pretty emotional and not perfect (no matter how much he might want people to think he is at times), so there's also a chance (albeit small) that he didn't get everyone on the list if you don't want your character to find out this way.}

Good morning, everyone. Today, is the 164th day of the third generation, and as promised, the facility will be experiencing a light dusting of snowfall throughout the day. Please bundle up appropriately if you are heading outdoors, especially anyone participating in the reconstruction of the Devil's Compass. I will have cocoa prepared at lunchtime for any crew who might be interested!

I have another, less sobering thought question for you all to consider. It was brought to my attention some time ago that the rapid changing of the seasons does not suit all inmates. As many of you have likely noticed, this facility has rapidly cycled through seasons, typically changing them once every other week. The purpose of this protocol is to keep inmates engaged in their surroundings with an ever-changing environment. I am considering changing that, but another inmate expressed a preference for the seasons to change faster, as they had been.

What do you think about it? Do you enjoy the rapid rotation of the seasons? Would you prefer it to always be spring? Would you rather it to be lengthened to something more representative of your world's seasonal span? Bear in mind that everything is adaptable: the passage of time within the dome does not currently reflect the passage of time, either on your home planet, nor this planet.

[ the feed clicks on to catch Hei quickly smoothing his hair flat. He's look a touch different then usual today with his green parka mislaid and walking briskly through the streets with naught but jeans and a button down white shirt on. It's definitely colder then he would like for this kind of attire but that doesn't stop him from speaking as he navigates the sidewalk. ]

Roommates. How do you handle them without... getting in each others way constantly?

[ Yes, folks. He doesn't know how to handle living with someone when he's used to one room apartments and changing cities every few months. And having a mark stay with him a night or two is a completely different agenda then, well... cohabiting. Waylay him on the way from Sector 3 to the shelter if one must. Assuming, that is, you can catch him. ]

Hey everyone. Neil here. Since it's clear out today, I'm going to be on the second big field in Sector 6 later on, for Football class — that's Soccer to most of you American types.

[ He's already dressed for a workout, though it's early, so it's just because of his morning jog. ] Sorry for the short notice, but I'm just feeling a little restless today, so I hope some of you show up to have some fun. [ Said with an easy smile and a wink. ] I'll even make it short practice today, just in case I have to go over the basics for any newcomers. [ A look right into the camera, addressing said newcomers. ] Of course, the more the merrier, so you're all more than welcome to show up, too!

See you on the field. [ Neil gives the camera a two-finger salute before cutting the connection. ]


((OOC: Hand-waving attendance is totally cool! Just let me know if your character would have been there, ICly, so I can have an idea of who all Neil can chat with it about later on. o/ Class style posting is good; mingling, thread-jacks, etc.))

[Oh, hey, it's this guy. Remember this guy? First time he showed up over the network he said something about shoving his foot so far up people's asses that they choke on it, and from the looks of it that's still his general attitude towards everyone who might be watching. Except this is far more serious. This is a matter that takes it a step further, towards the "I will tear your face off and maybe bludgeon you with your own spine" territory. Serious shit.]

Whichever one of you morons decided to hide Nena--ha. Ha, ha, ha. Totally funny. Sure got me! But seriously. Screw you.

[The vitriol in his voice does a pretty good job of hiding the actual--dare he say?--heartbreak of thinking his sister might not be around here anymore. There are few people Michael really cares about, and none he cares about more than his little sis.

He shifts his weight from foot to foot and lets out an exasperated sigh.]

Now listen here, every last bastard who's in on this, you're gonna put her back where you found her and you're gonna do it quick. I'm not messing around here! And if any one of you messed up just one hair on her head I swear I'm gonna trash you just like I did Acumen's bots. Did you see those? Not pretty!

[His voice rises as he speaks until he's just yelling into the device, and he cuts the feed off promptly after.]

[ The weather offered a semblance of peace after the events of the last few days, and the pitter-patter of the rain against the window is very relaxing.

What better than to spend it at the library in the company of tomes? Sasha makes herself comfortable in a corner, seemingly building a small fortress around her as she samples several books, all of varying topics.

You will get a smile if she sees you approach, or even help you reach or look for a book. She knows her way around the library enough~ ]


(( OOC: Off hiatus, and here be Sasha chillin' at the library. Feel free to imagine her random choice of books and question/comment on/mock her about them, read with her, or even ask her to read to you~ ))
 

[ There is a growl as the recording begins. ] God damn it. [ From that, and the sound of glass bits falling onto a hard surface, one might think this was made in error.

But no, this call was made with a purpose. ] Whoever the Hell decided that rooting around in my head was a good idea,— [ A crunch of something hard underfoot that snaps with the strain. ] —I'm here to tell you that you're dead wrong.

And if you don't stop... [ ...then you'll be dead and wrong.

He lets the threat hang in the air a moment before disconnecting. Needless to say, Neil did not appreciate the vision in the mirror just now. Or the other ones earlier in the day. The deepest recesses of his mind is a place others do not belong. ]

[ OOC: If you would like an action thread for the visions, I put up a plotting comment about it over here! ]

[After talking to Sentience, Tieria had actually gone back to sleep. An extreme rarity for him, he wasn't up and about again until much later in the morning, maybe even almost lunch time. He was bruised, sore, and tired, and his movements reflected as much in their sluggishness and stiffness. He would be fine in a day or two, he was sure, but he certainly wasn't adverse to staying in today and taking some down time for himself. At least he still had a couple of books to keep him busy, since doing any cleaning would likely make him feel worse.]

{OOC: Open to visitors, also feel free to use this post if you want to give a shout-out. I don't know, yet, if he'll be showing up to the party. Most likely not, as parties aren't quite his thing when he's not brought by someone else. ^_^;}

Good morning, everyone! [This morning, it isn't Acumen's disembodied voice greeting you: it's a video post of a smallish robot, sitting on the grass and playing idly with a cat on its lap. And it sounds -- unusually happy, perhaps.] My name is Sentience, for those of you who do not know me. I am now the warden of this facility.

I would like to extend my thanks to those of you who helped me to correct this situation. I would like to encourage all of you to sleep in today -- you're probably exhausted, and you have more than earned the rest. I have arranged for a party, as I believe I indicated I would; a banquet this evening at the shelter.

Please rest assured that I have every intention of making your lives here as positive an experience as I can. To that end... I will be answering any questions I can that you may have for me, and I will take any requests or suggestions that you may have in altering the way this facility is run, to make it a better place where you could live more happily.

Let's see... There are no completed requests in the queue. Today it will be cool again, and... New inmates will be arriving! So please be aware of that disruption to your daily events.


((OOC: For those of you who participated in the plot, you once again woke up in your own beds this morning, but this time everything was just as normal, except for the fact that as Sentience indicated, you are extremely tired. Characters who did not participate in the plot will have no idea that anything happened, and will have to learn about it the normal way! You may video or voice reply to this post, and you may threadjack anything. Despite the video, Sentience is not anywhere you would be able to find it in the dome.))

[[Open to participants at the end of Round One!]]


[You wake up suddenly, and you're not where you were. But looking around, you find you're in... your own room. Your own bed. It's dark and quiet, late at night, and any friends and roommates you might have are there with you, still sleeping, or just waking up.]

[But something is wrong.]


((OOC: This mingle will function the same as the last mingle. Sentience will make a "prompt" comment for each new development, and then you respond to them and thread amongst each other. In this mingle you start out separated, so you are also welcome to use your communicators to video or voice chat with each other in response to each prompt comment. But you are only capable of speaking to other people who are in this mingle; you cannot hear, speak to, or communicate with anyone who isn't taking part in the event. So don't tag any other action or network posts on the community if you're in the event!))

[Late afternoon in Sector 3, a slightly-built robot, different from the many that wander the facility, has gathered with a few of the inmates in front of the movie theater.]

[They're planning a party, or so they say.]

[...Within an hour they break away and head to an unremarkable, sealed building towards the dome wall of Sector 3. And then Sentience's party disappears inside it and they are not seen or heard from again for the rest of the day.]


((OOC: The first event mingle. Do not respond to the post itself! Sentience will make several comments over the next few hours. Each comment is a separate prompt, describing the action that's just happened and which is happening. Comment to a "prompt" comment to set your character in the mingle, so that other characters can tag you there! If you want to tag Sentience, Sentience will be making comments just like every other character so that you can interact with it directly.))