[For the last couple hours, as per the ushering of the bots, Lussuria has been toiling away in the kitchen (apron and all). Not that he minded cooking, of course; he’d done it often enough back in Italy when he was busy trying to mother the Varia. However, it’s a bit more difficult with an iron ball attached to his ankle. That doesn’t stop him from cheerfully bustling about and preparing a large quantity of food for the others in the asylum. Tonight, there’s Italian food on the menu: a wide variety of pastas, beef, chicken, and lamb all cooked with various spices. And, of course, salad for the health-conscious.]

Who wants a bite to eeeeat~~? ♥

[Anyone who doesn’t feel like eating the flamboyant man’s cooking is more than welcome to make their own food. However, if anyone goes into the walk-in freezer, it’ll be practically impossible for them to miss seeing Ryohei’s dead body that Lussuria had smuggled in earlier..]

I see. I understand, but I don't appreciate this sort of welcome.

I don't know where I am, but I get the feeling I have the time to find out.

Zero- I didn't plan on this happening. I hope you have done as I asked. It's only fair.

Shizuka-sama.

[When Bakura tries to leave the hospital he is intercepted by a bot. Having only been told that Sentience was a robot, and nothing more, he thinks that perhaps this is him, and obediently follows it as it brings him to the Education Center. He glances around the room, before he turns back to the bot that is now leaving.]

Wait! Sentience? I need to speak with you!

[The bot leaves anyways, leaving Bakura behind in a room full of strangers.]

[Over the past two days Riku has largely kept to himself, speaking to or interacting with few people. The last thing he wants is angry inmates harassing him about the punishment. He has done all that is asked of him, from exercise to chores to dragging the ball and chain, generally without complaint. He has no desire to pick fights with anyone except maybe Fletcher and has even discussed things with Sentience, to no avail.

Now he sits in the common room of the shelter, keeping to himself, thinking things over. He's at a standstill with Sentience now, feeling REALLY awkward about a bunch of stuff that Sora felt the need to blatantly say over the network earlier, and anxious to spend some time just talking to the King if he could. He doesn't know that filters have been stolen. So he attempts to get some things off his mind.]

Private-FAIL to Sora

Sora? Do you still have a crush on Kairi?

Private-FAIL to King Mickey

Your Majesty? Can we talk if you're not busy? I'm confused about some stuff and....feeling kinda alone... [The last portion is mumbled.]

Private-FAIL to Grell

Thanks for yesterday, in the shower. It still feels good, even a day later!

((OOC: Tad forward dated with permission to free time after dinner in shelter. Bother him good.))

[There is a volleyball net out on the beach, just as he'd requested of Sentience. Cielo stands to one side of it with a ball in his hands, looking dazed. Memories of a sunlit beach and his comrades are flashing through his mind, memories he's never actually experienced.

Sera would have liked this. Should he be sad that she wasn't here to enjoy it with him? Serph, Gale, and... Heat as well. They should all be here. But he stood in the sand alone without their familiar voices to join his in laughter. He didn't know how to feel.

The ball was tossed up in the air once... twice...

He wasn't even sure how to play.]

...to all-

[ Nina sounds horrible, to be blunt - some odd combination of exhausted and depressed. However, she clears her throat and tries again. ]

To all new inmates... my name is- [ And she gives up on the speech. ]

My name is Nina Einstein. Welcome to Marina Asylum.

[ A text message with a single hyperlink flashes over every communicator.

She stays silent for a few seconds, and then enables a private message EXCEPT NOT HERPDERP ]

( FAILED Private to Euphie: cut for extreme tl,dr; )

[Wander into a more out of the way corner in the educational facility and you'll find Saix. He's sitting on the floor against a wall, one knee drawn up to his chest--either deep in thought or just brooding.]



((OOC set during the scheduled time for the still-chained prisoners to be there.))

((ooc: Backlogged to morning! Also, assume this is rated R for nudity and hanky-panky of some sort.))


( Just putting this behind a cut in case someone checks this at work or something. )