Good morning, criminals! It seems that the dolphins have returned to the viewing deck. I am told that many advanced lifeforms enjoy watching them play and cavort in the water, so you are all invited to do so.

Summer will be ending soon in many universes. Would you all be interested in more seasonal weather? Although the changing of the color of the trees may not be wise, I am positive that this system can manufacture and maintain snow.

[Atem doesn't read the message at first; it is clear immediately upon waking that something is very wrong, because he's alone. Pulling the communicator off on reflex, he looks around quickly, determining this was not his soul room, and therefore not the only other explanation he could come up with. The feeling of somehow being alone, when Yuugi's presence should have been constant and nearby, is extremely unsettling.

He takes a look at the communicator and places it back on for the moment to see what it's for, finding and read the message. It doesn't help; even if it does explain why he is here, it doesn't explain how it is possible. When he speaks, his tone is angry and demanding, though he hasn't raised his voice.]

Who is it that has brought me here, and how? This should not be possible. Whoever you are, show yourself; I have no intention of remaining here.

[There's a pause as he looks over the message again, then when he speaks it sounds like he's temporarily forgotten he's being recorded.]

...Atem?

[Len is walking in some garden, still wearing his sister dress. He is still worried after his talk with Sentience. How could he be in two places at the same time? It didn't make any sense!

He stopped walking and looked up at the sky, just to find out that it was the blue sea.]

 Argh!! This isn't making any sense!!

[He hm's quietly to himself, quite unaffected by the message before his eyes, and after waiting patiently for the communicator to complete its sentence, speaks with such a collected tone.]

Very well. Prison it is. A prison with butterflies, no less. However, [A soft sigh.] the young master's tea has yet to be prepared, Mr. or Mrs. Sentience. The cake as well. ...[A long pause, he's now bothering to turn his head left and right, before he adds, softly,]

Exactly what have you done with my lord?

[Yesterday was a long day for Yuuri, so it wasn't surprising when he slept in maybe a little later than usual. It also wasn't surprising to find that he had another person in his bed since Wolfram had pushed their beds together. What was surprising, however, was the way that person was cuddled up next to him without having stolen all of the blankets like usual.

He wasn't fully awake yet, so he just shifted a little, trying to find a position where the other boy's hair wasn't tickling him.]

((OOC: This takes place shortly before Sentience's message. Mostly because I fail and I tagged there. ^_^;;;))

[There is a little light laughing when the feed begins.] This prison is nicer than most places I've seen. Interesting welcome gift too. It looks like it has a full translation system with audio and video output. How kind of our captor to want us to be able to communicate with each other. Just one big, happy family.

Axel? Are you awake?

[Not long after morning announcements, Seifer can be found in the training center working with a wooden sword. It's been forever since he's done anything with a conventional sword rather than a gunblade, so his form is bizarre at best and pretty sloppy to say the least. But there's a lot of power behind all of his spikes and even if his technique is all over the place, he's really bashing the crap out of the training dummies.]

[Of course... it's nothing like monsters, maybe Seifer should ask Sentience to pull in a few bite bugs or a T-rexsaur or two.]

Well, it certainly seems that a lot of new people are arriving... It's sad that you all have to be here without the proper trial, but welcome anyways. It isn't bad here once you get used to it, I promise. Everyone is very nice and there are a lot of things to do. [ small pause as she thinks ] Um... I'm Euphemia, or Euphie for short. I hope we can be friends.

[ Fiddling with the device-- after a minute the camera snaps on to a shot of the tip of Euphie's head. She adjusts the camera to face towards her and after a moment of looking down and patting her lap, a small dark brown kitten hops up. She pets the animal and after a beat starts talking to it. And by talking I mean meowing at it. Finally, a bit sheepishly: ]

I finally decided to adopt a kitten. I was tempted by some of the more unusual pets, but I decided on a pretty kitty instead. [ pleased: ] Her name is Morgan.

And, um-- Suzaku. The, um. The memorial garden is just starting to really bloom, would you like to come see it with me?