...Good morning, criminals! I believe that the ash hasn't quite been cleaned up off the outdoors environment yet, but today's snowfall should disguise that sufficiently until I have time to administer to it. Expect toasty warm temperatures indoors shortly, and more than two feet of snow outdoors by mid-afternoon! But even indoors you can enjoy the holiday spirit -- mistletoe has been hung at various places around the dome, and you are encouraged to engage in a seasonal kiss if you encounter anyone under it~ But not more than that, mind.

I apologize to those of you who have been inconvenienced by the food shortage recently. I cannot imagine why shipments have encountered such difficulty... but there will be more than enough food and sustenance to celebrate the holidays in as lavish a manner as you desire.

Merry Christmas, to those of you who celebrate it, and to those of you who do not -- enjoy the food and the atmosphere!

Heeeeeelloooo everyyyyyone!

[Sakamoto waves over the video, although he is waving very sloppily in an up and down motion. It is obvious that he was drinking in the wee hours of the morning, and it is apparent that he is very drunk. It's also apparent that from the top it appears that he has nothing on. He is smiling, however, and seems pretty content, unaware of the raging headaches and wretchings that are sure to come later.]

Ahahahaha! It seems that I have lost my clothes somewhere, haha! It would be very helpful if I could find them, ahahaha! It's kind of... Really, really cold, haha! It seems I am missing my scarf as well! I've lost my red jacket, wooden geta, and my pants, haha!

I don't even have my shoes, hahaha! I can't seem to feel my toes, but I can't really seem to feel my brain either! Haha!

Eek, I must be the king of Canadia! That's a cold place, isn't it, ahahahaha! Where is it exactly though? What continent, haha, ahahahaha! I've heard of it soooooomewhere-

[And with that he accidentally cuts off the feed.]

((OOC: This is a reference of his body type? It makes no sense, I know.

...The reason that he is naked is because in his drunken stupor, he went to the showers to somehow wash his clothes but he left them there... And now he doesn't remember where they are.))

[There is a loud crash, and then the sound of some muffled movement, as Dino chases after his headset that had gone skittering across the floor, and had turned on sometime during the chaos.]

What in the world is…

[There’s a pause as he reads the message, and he lets out a nervous laugh.]

Well damn. Hello? Is this on? [He presses a few buttons, and accidentally turns on the video feed. His face appears, looking a bit distraught, and a bit unbelieving of the whole situation.]

What’s going on here? Prison? Really?

[Conrad is relieved that he can breathe again, despite being rather sheepish about what happened last night. He was supposed to be taking care of Yuuri and everyone, not becoming a liability.]

[It's wonderful that Sentience is back online, the air is clear and things seem back to normal. But he's not going to trust that everyone is safe until he sees it with his own eyes, so Conrad sets out for Yuuri and Wolfram's room to do just that.]

[Some rattling sounds can be heard over the network, as Komui is in the kitchen fiddling with the coffee pot.]

Lenaleeeee~ guess what? The electricity being on means the coffee machines are working! [Hint, hint!]

[Murmuring:] Hmm. I'm sure I can make this more efficient somehow...

[ You can hear the sound of someone taking a deep shaking breath before a long pause...]

...Hello?

[Peering into the blinking communicator, she chews on her lower lip. Somebody had to have some sort of information, right? She certainly wasn't finding anything on her own. There wasn't exactly a computer or open database in her room.]

Is there anyone out there? Fang? Is this some sort of sick joke? [Please let it be a joke.]

[There's a bit of static and some noises coming from the audio. There's muttering that is barely audible and not understandable, but it seems rather obvious someone is trying to do something. Then a feminine voice can be heard sounding distressed.]

Oh no...why isn't it working? [pause and now she sounds even more worried] Did I break it? How could I break it? I've barely touched it and I've already broken it! [teary-sounding]

[Suddenly a rather stressed-looking dark-haired woman appears on the screen, which is moving as if not being held or worn properly]

Oh! [She looks surprised] Did...did that work?

A-Allen? Are you there? ...Ka-Kanda? [The second name comes out softer, more reluctant and the look on her face far more hesitant]

I-I think I got myself lost again. [The confusion on her face grows, but her voice gets softer again and she rambles, her anxiety levels rising.] I'm sorry, really I am...I didn't mean to! I don't know what I did wrong this time...

[She collects herself more before continuing, though her voice is still unsteady.]

If--If one of you are there...c-could you direct me back to the right door?

[_{It starts off pretty quiet, maybe a grunt here but other then that, silence. That greeting message? Ignored. Headset? Forgotten even if it is on his head. The ball-and-chain probably won't even be notice until he trips over it}]

...Oi...?

.....OI, WHAT DID YOU BRATS DO?!

[_{He stands wondering where he is. Never seen this place before. A lot of things are off here! Where the hell did the room go? Why is it dark?}]


The hell is this?? I don't remember any place like this on the Ark!

[_{BAM!-that's just his foot connecting with the door and unsuccessfully not kicking it down. In fact it hurts him more then any damaged done to stupid door}---SCREW THIS!]


Keh. Think some stupid door can hold Jasdebi in? Wrong! We'll just blast it down, right Jas---wha....my....
[_{Frantically pats himself down}] WHA---WHO STOLE MY GUN!?!


[_{Pause. Wait.}]

...Jasdero?....Jasderoooooooooo!

Jasderooo...! Where are you?!?

[Joshua just so happens to be sitting at a piano. One elbow is resting on a few of them, cheek in palm. Finger plunk out a few notes here and there. Disjointed, if anything. The sound might be a song if someone could put it all together. But his brows are furrowed and he isn't doing anything to hide his irritation and just downright anger that's burning behind violet irises. He's grown weary of this and tired of this game. Tired of the people here. Tired of not being anything less than what he really is beneath it all.

He's so disgusted he wishes he could waste a perfectly good breakfast by throwing it all up. But that would be inconsiderate of the food. Joshua respects food, especially foods that he likes.

The communicator has been thrown across the room. Joshua doesn't care if he broke it or not. He'll request a new one. If he needs to. If he even wants to. Joshua realizes that he is acting like a child, but he'll be damned if he cares. Sentience is back. Big deal. Funny how people just loathe the machine while its present, panic when its not, and then welcome the blasted thing back with open arms and happy faces.

People really are disgusting things at times. If he could put together the sound of Marina... Joshua doesn't think it would be very appealing. Instead he straightens his posture, but the look on his face remains. This time as his fingers hit the keys, he plays the melody that He knows best: Shibuya. He misses it. Joshua actually misses it. Or is it that he misses who He is there? His powers? Being able to disappear? Joshua pushes those out of his mind, only focusing on this right now. If it can take his mind off of here, then he'll for for that at the moment.]

[Well look who's up and unplugged! Lain looks a little drawn and sluggish, a little foreign and far off in her own body, but she's ventured outside of her room today, walking out in the snow drifts to find herself at one of the eateries, where she stirs her bowl of hot noodle soup and watches the world go by, a bit startled at how quickly everything's right back to normal.

She still feels terribly guilty for almost ruining everything, nearly killing so many people...maybe even Sentience is still glitching somewhere.

The fingers that aren't curled around her spoon are fluttering across the keyboard input in her lap, listless.]

It looks like its all fixed. Thank you, everyone who worked hard at setting things right again. Thank you. Emperor Lelouch, and the defense team.

I'm sorry for everything.

I really don't deserve to have it forgotten.

It's supposed to be a holiday. So I'm glad everyone can celebrate it.

Namine? Are you there? Will you come here, maybe, for a little while?