[Uther is finding it hard to decide what to do. He's naturally inclined toward fighting, and he wants to seize the chance to join in a good battle, since he doesn't know when the chance will come again. But the creatures are doing far more damage to him than he is to them, and he's forced back inside.]

I could dispatch them if I had a weapon, I know it.

Ah, c'mon. What's up with all the chattering and a distinct lack of tunes around here? Don't tell me you guys don't believe in radios!

[After that lackluster morning announcement, someone's a little bored sitting around the house and waiting for his chains to come off.]

[Eridan puts on his communicator looking absolutely like he's in an awful mood right now -- His horrific nightmares due to lack of sopor slime to sleep in have finally gotten to the point where they keep him repeatedly waking up covered in sweat when he attempts to get some rest. The flat, human beds here were incredibly uncomfortable to the aquatic troll who was used to sleeping in slime and he spent most of his time tossing and turning feeling more like he was Equius every goddamn moment. He had even thought of getting a towel at one point! What has this place made him become...

-- Of course, the very idea that he could just request his recuperacoon to sleep in was so below him! This was a prison, he wasn't about to request anything from Acumen when he was keeping Eridan there in the first place, so fuck that. Fuck that so hard, Eridan wasn't about to take the easy way out.]

Do you land dwellers ever do anything else but complain and whine? Even Acumen doesn't want to listen to it and he's the one keeping us here as prisoners, why the fuck would you think anyone else would want to? With that in mind how about you all just shut the fuck up for once and realize who gives a fuck that Acumen won't talk to any of you now? I wasn't even talking to him in the first place! You're all lucky I don't have my rifleKind on me or I would already be culling most of you insignificant air breathers so there wouldn't be so goddamn many of you!

[... So, who wants to throw Eridan into a recuperacoon?]

If you were running the prison, what would you do differently?

[She's in the library, having taken up an entire small table with books, a few empty paper cups that were once filled with coffee, and a pad of yellow lined paper; she's been writing for a while. At her feet is a medium sized shopping bag, filled with everything she owns that's worth keeping -- which isn't much.]

Gin has left. This is most distressing. He was my friend.

In the interest of replacing him [no sense mourning forever] I'll be taking applications for new friends beginning [wait for it] now.

Tell me what makes you unique, special, or otherwise not mind-numbingly dull. A description of your past. Briefly. Oh, and I suppose your name as well.

Wha-

[Hello Marina, have one extremely offended pint-sized dragon.]

Prison?! You gotta be kidding me! I ain't no criminal! I didn't even commit any of those crimes you got listed! Well I did kinda break the Great Stone Dragon but that ain't the point! And I ain't assaulted nobody. 'n fact, I oughta be gettin' a medal. Bitin' butts is unhygenic and nasty.

[Scowls.] Mulan better not be doin' anything stupid without me. That girl's gonna get herself sliced in half if she ain't careful.

And what's this thing on my head? A spoon?

((OOC: SO LATE. OTL We'll say that he was curled up in a ball with a massive headache yesterday, so this is his first day fully awake and out and about.))

You know Acumen does make a very good point.

So what are you willing to give up for your freedom?

Ahhh. So that's it, then.

[Her voice sounds very sly yet soft once she realizes where she is. A prison. Well. This certainly does interrupt her plans quite a bit, doesn't it? Maleficent releases a steady sigh once she's finished reading the message and taking note of the tasteless ball and chain attached to her ankle.]

Such a pity. I was so looking forward to reuniting with the princess. It was her birthday, after all. [Pause]

...Although. I suppose I am not wrong in assuming that there might be many princesses here already.

We simply must acquaint ourselves~

[There's the sound of a small child gasping and sobbing quietly, as though attempting to stifle the noises.]

This can't be happening, it's not, it's OVER, she came, she got me out, it's not happening again, no, no no...

I didn't do those things! Murder, arson - I've never! I...I want mommy!

[Suddenly the sounds get closer, and the video clicks on as the device is lifted up and fiddled with, revealing a distraught girl of about nine, with long brown hair and blue eyes.]

What is this...can-can anyone hear me! Mom?

[Suddenly, her face...changes, her eyes darkening and her head tilting to the side as her mouth lifts up slightly, in an expression closer to a smirk then a smile.]

Thank you for the gift basket.

[Uther's not going outside, not after what everyone has been talking about recently. He keeps hearing things about monsters and darkness, and although he's watching out a window, he's staying well away from what he perceives as magic.]

This is what disturbs me. This "Acumen" does these things, and we have no way at all to stop it. I would like to form a group of some manner to determine if there is any course of action at all that we can take to stop these random occurances.

I am relieved that there is no longer magic within me. I loathed the very notion of possessing it. I am grateful to whoever it was that corrected the problem.

[Uther wasn't entirely pleased with the gas floating around earlier, but at least it hadn't seemed to cause any harm to anyone. He didn't think too much more about it until he went down to the kitchen. He still wished he could find a way to get a few servants around here, but although he might gripe about things, he couldn't sit back and refuse to do anything, either.

Those thoughts left his mind completely, though, when he went to get a snack from the cooling machine-device...refrigerator...but it floated toward him before he could touch it.

[What the...?] He jumped back, frightened. He reached again tentatively, nervously, and it started again. Not smoothly this time, but a more jumpy, uneven kind of movement. He scrambled out of the kitchen rather quickly.}

This is NOT happening!!! I CANNOT have...NOOOOO!

[Yes it did take him a few hours minutes to figure out the device. Shut up. He's from the late 1700's. He's got the hang of it now though! He is currently in the shadow of a building, trapped there by sunlight--he thinks. He has a ball and chain on his ankle.]

Whatever this is or whoever you, I can guarantee you that you're not going to like the way this turns out.

[He sounds angry. Really angry. In fact there's some growl behind his voice. He picks up the brochure and flips through it. If one could see him he looks very forehead scrunchy right now.]

I want out of here and I want to talk to the person in charge.

[From the tone of his voice, talk may be a euphemism.]

[Living with Sakamoto had its ups and downs. It meant constant company, but it also meant dealing with a drunkard have of the time and even Ashura could become tired of laughter. But getting back to the drunkard part. Having someone who loved his drink so much meant that some mornings came with hangovers on Sakamoto's part, and being a good roommate it meant Ashura cooked him a meal and some tea to help with it, though he was never sure if they had any effect.

It also meant to mouths to feed, and more groceries. So he's out at the little convenience market, picking up food and drink items. And it is this image that people will be greeted to as Ashura comes online.]

Does anyone have any suggestions for remedies for hangovers?

(ooc slightly backposted to after the fourthwall end)

[Uther is currently lying in the hospital area, rather annoyed and painfully bruised. He did not fight long with Angelus at all, but still got smacked around pretty well in those few exchanges. He isn't staying long, but he isn't sure he didn't break a rib, either, and he wants something to dull the pain. He'd go get some liquor, but he cannot stand the noise in the only place that has it. He is trying to understand how the man was so strong. He must have been using magic of some kind. One of those non-human beings that seem so common around this place.

He also can't stop thinking about Morgana...she was there, now she's vanished. He's looked everywhere, but she is simply gone, like so many of the others. He is angered and perplexed by it.]

[The communicator turns on and oh look there's another one of those trolls that have been appearing quite often. This one at first glance seems to have been dumped in the ocean at Sector 4. ... Yes, quite literally he had arrived right there in the ocean and now his precious clothes were absolutely drenched as he attempts to understand where he was right now. While he wasn't in the ocean any longer and was simply standing on the white sand dunes, the dolphins could be heard chattering away... In amusement. Meanwhile, the troll was not amused at his predicament in the slightest, actually he seemed... Almost morose. Last he could remember before he was suddenly in the ocean was that he had been dumped by his moirail when she no longer had a use for him and had then been rejected by her in the more red quadrant... Now, he was who knows where! Still just as alone! He really didn't have the heart for this but he wasn't about to look weak to anyone. Not when he was still a troll of royal purple blood, he still had that at least! It just takes him a moment due to there being no text option, but soon he realizes the communicator is being used to broadcast and he can speak into it in his own words. Do note his interesting accent, as he pronounces all his "v"s as "w"s.]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be at all, could someone fill me the fuck in? ... Also, where the hell is my weapon? I could have sworn I had it armed on me!

[A hungry Morgana has followed her nose to the pizza shop in Sector 5. They don't have pizza in Camelot or anything even remotely similar, so all she can do is stare as one of the bots brings her a cheese pizza.]

[Let's see: she's being served strange food by a strange creature in a strange place. That's a few too many stranges for her to not question the wisdom of digging in...but Morgana didn't eat lunch so her stomach is starting to lose its ability to care. There's still one problem, though: how are you supposed to eat this stuff, anyway?]

Ow, ow, ow.

[Vamp had a headache and it wasn't exactly improving his mood. Not after getting stabbed and sent to hell. Except he never reached hell because he landed here instead, right smack dab in the middle of a mob of half crazy idiots. He was really going to have to have a talk with Buffy about doing things right the first time around.

Girl never did have that much luck, or rather, the right kind of luck.

Smirking, despite the wince, Angel tore off his headset and threw it against the nearest wall, watching it splinter into a million pieces. He still had the headache, but he felt so much better for it. But it wasn't enough. Not by half. No, he could almost taste the blood on his lips and didn't care what he had to do to get it!

Angelus was going to paint the town red. Literally, if he had to...]

((ooc: Soulless Angel (S2 finale BtVS) is going to be tramping through Marina and picking a fight with anyone and everyone he runs into. And, while he's not actually looking for a meal unless he has permission, he might end up tossing you. A lot. Especially if you're a Yuuri and near a dolphin. Run into him anywhere. Basically, he landed in the middle of the dome and he's working his way to the outskirts where he hopes to find some dark and quiet. HAVE FUN and hope I don't fail. Ping parsnip chan on AIM if you need to discuss something.))

((ETA: Angelus speaks English for those who don't know.))

[ oh hey have a little green boy staring at you. ]

What is this?! WHAT IS THISSSSS? [ screaming ] WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?! WHAT SQUIRMY, DISGUSTING, EVVVVVIL HUMAN DARE IMPRISON ME?! [ practically growling ] OH, YOU WILL PAY, OH YOU WILL PAY! PAY, I SAY, [ a breath, then ] PAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Never will I let you get away with this, [ a dramatic gasp as he tries to get some more air, then, ] WHOEVERKIDNAPPEDME!!! [ can you tell he's angry? there's a silence as he considers something, then he looks aaaall around himself as if looking for something that should be there until he settles his eyes on the communicator once again. much calmer tone compared to before ] GIR. [ no response, so ] GIR! GIR!!!! I command you to report to me!!

(( Yes, yes this is Zim from invader zim. ))

[The communicator flicks on, revealing a very bleary-looking redhead.]

[He glances around, suspicious. Then, finally, he speaks. His voice is rough, as if he's sick.]

What is this location? This is not the facility. What magic has brought me here?

Answer me immediately.

[[ooc; ... Varg is an OC. His world is kind of weird. Details are on his journal.]]