[Using the late hour to his advantage to avoid being interrupted, Zexion is exploring. It's one thing to be given a map and take it on faith, it's another to see and walk the land for yourself. So that's what he's doing. In that sense he can really be found almost anywhere, though he doesn't venture into any buildings except to avoid bots. Roxas freed him - a thing that Zexion is both thankful and annoyed at - but he is not taking any chances on this new found relatively-speaking-freedom.]

[For one, he's got his Lexicon out. He had really not liked his inability to access it before Roxas's assistance. Small and helpless - never again. The Lexicon floats on it's own, open and beside him as he copies the notes of the welcome pamphlet into it, making a far more detailed map from his wanderings while using the provided one as a base. He's got the course catalog acquired earlier to be able to look over later. Doubtful that they'll be able to teach something he doesn't yet know, but one can never pass up an opportunity to learn.]

So, ah, good afternoon, everybody!

I just wanted to let people know that I talked to Acumen, and it approved of the paintball game idea. [ Yay! Excited! ]

So, I've put a sign-up sheet in the shelter's common room, and anyone who wants to play can just sign their name. When I've got enough names, I'll put everyone into teams!

I don't know if people have done paintball before, but if you have, there are going to be some rules that you might not be familiar with. [ Hesitates, then more firmly: ] I'm taking responsibility for the safety of the game and all the players. So, if you want to play, you'll have to follow my rules.

But I'm really excited about this, ehehehe. I think it will be fun.

Like wow! It looks like there's so many new people here!

Hi, everyone! I hope you've looked through the pamphlet in your welcome basket. It answers a lot of like questions about this place on how you like got here and stuff.

I'm Kitty. It's nice to meet all of you!

[A young girl, with a very bored expression, stares into the communicator screen.]

I'll try not to ask too many questions, as many of them were answered in this pamphlet. I'm certain that the questions of 'how' and 'why' have been asked far too often by the confused and sheep-like. It doesn't really matter 'why', because it's already happened.

Neither will I demand to see this Acumen, because I doubt he - or she - will be likely to accept an appeal, though a sensible justice system should have one.

No, what I'll ask of you is simply this: where can I find a pair of knitting needles?

[Zexion's voice is weak into the recorder, like he's having trouble getting enough breath to form the words. Still, he presses on without a stutter, firmly and stubbornly enunciating everything without any emotion behind the words he's speaking.]

Current status: Alive. Barely.

Damage suffered: Existence-threatening.

Recovery Period: Unknown.

Contact lost with clones B and C prior to altercation with subject.

As of last contact, status of team as follows: Number IV - Terminated. Number V - Terminated. Number VIII - Active. Number XI - Unknown, likely terminated. Number XII - Terminated.

Current location unknown.

Active agents, report.