Good morning, criminals! Today is the forty-fourth day of the third generation. I will now start warming up the dome again, so those of you who do not enjoy the cold may relax and enjoy the park, which is completely recovered from the fire the other day.

I do sincerely thank you all who went to great lengths to help get that under control.

I have discovered the code that resulted in disabling the food supply incoming during an emergency, which was well-intentioned, but misdirected. I have modified it. In the future, food supplies will no longer be a question should a second emergency arise. I am continuing the code review to address the remaining problems.

[Roxas is by himself, loitering at the base of the shelter. He's not doing much, although what he is doing is pretty noticeable. He has his ATs on, and he's idly skating up twenty feet onto the wall, and then sinking down in freefall and teleporting to the ground; skating onto the wall, and then propelling off it, flipping to land on the ground on his feet and skate off into a lazy circle; skating onto the wall, tensing, propelling himself off it and flipping to land on his feet and skid sharply to a halt. Then he skates back for the wall.

[It's something like practice. Mostly it's clearing his head.

[...he's been listening in on the conversations about Sora without saying anything. Dying? What does that even mean. What does it mean for him? Axel's obviously concerned, but Axel plays around with them a lot, and now he's not even around anymore. Roxas isn't sure what to feel maybe that's why he doesn't know think about any of it. So he's messing around here, trying to remove the distractions of his own mind.]

So... now that we're not all going to die or get mono anymore...

Gino? Ee-chee-roo? Do you guys want to learn how to bowl today?

[There's a bit of clacking and static as the communicator is fumble with. The voice on the other end sounds muffled.]

Hnn... wha? When did I fall asleep? On de floor...

[More static now as the device is situated back on Cielo's head so he can use it properly. Now the words are clearer.]

Hello? I miss, sometin'? What time is it?

Wh-What...? No! This ain't fair! [There is a young boy, no older than nine or ten, crying in front of the video feed. His hair is a cyan blue and there is a simiar colored jewel in the middle of his forehead. He obviously doesn't realize it's on yet.] I know it wasn't right b-but it was to help! I didn't mean to hurt no one, honest...!

[Another sob and a few hiccups. Yeah, guess who just read their list of crimes?] I don't wanna be here, I ain't a bad person!


[And it just trails off into whimpers and quiet sobbing. Give him a minute and he'll register the thing over his eye.]

[ Fumbling with the device, an unintelligible whisper, and then a furious voice cracks through ]

Hey, Mr. Sentience! I wanna talk to you!

Just who do you think you are? You call me a criminal, but isn't kidnapping a kid like this also a crime? So you’re no better than the people you’re supposedly housing. A little hypocritical, I'd think. Real typical.

How did you do it, anyways, without me or anyone else noticing? Did you put something in my car?

And the ball and chain thing is more than just a little old fashioned.

[ Criminal? People of your type?

A dull rattle of iron, and L speaks quietly: serious. ] Undesirables?


I see.

Sentience. Am I safe in assuming you answer to only your programmers and maintainers?

There is an error in your programming.

You must understand that people, everyone is capable of making mistakes, even those involved in the writing of your personality. It's possible the error in your system could be an issue with your original programming, but I don't believe that's what's happening here. If that were the case, there wouldn't have been monsters set loose inside the facility. The fact that you are an AI responsible for the care of the convicts makes it much more likely that at least one of them has deliberately corrupted your data.

Be certain to run a complete diagnostic. Do it now, please and forward this message to your programmers.

[ ooc: L is lying here, which s/b obvious due to his contradicting statements. He's insulting those who've programmed Sentience in hopes they'll come to defend their work. Or something. <3 As for whether L's lying or not, this one's a freebie. <33 ]

Your Majesty, I was wondering if you had a moment?

[ Hand against the wall, she moves down the hallway close to her bedroom. The fingertips of her other hand against the button for her mic, she turns on the device.]

Hello? Pardon me, my name is Julia. Could anyone direct me to where I may speak to the leader of this establishment?

[ Pausing for a potential answer, she takes this time to better concentrate on where she's going. In an unfamiliar place, her sensitive fingers attempt to map her way. Surely there must be someone around in which to speak with? Last she could remember, she was riding home from a border town. Gisela was speaking to her and then..waking here. Could the Original King have known that she would be displaced in time like this? No..something was wrong. If she searched, hopefully she would find the answer to that mystery.]

[Seeing as the Lordaeron Prince came from a time before the gnomes and goblins saw fit to introduce technology into the human culture, Arthas was quite startled to find the visor over his eyes. Needless to say, he's flung it across the room by now, triggering the microphone so that all of the Asylum might hear his cries of rage (and perhaps fear) as he fruitlessly tries to finagle his way out of the ball and chain.]

No! Mal'Ganis--what is the meaning of this?!

[Needless to say, the brief glance he gave to the welcome message was not enough for him.]

I demand you release me this instant! You cannot fathom what you've just interrupted!

[OOC: Want a reference of his voice? Here you go~!]

[Riku was pretty sure that Axel could take care of himself just fine, but instead the cocky redhead got himself... Great. Not only was he alone, for however many more riddles, but he had a time limit still. The 'sun' hadn't come up yet, but Riku has a feeling it isn't far off. He's already starting to feel the tiredness in his limbs as he runs for the other park.

He knows it's useless, but he calls the nobody's name. It isn't long before he finds the body, even more startling than Sora's. He's never seen Axel this defenseless before. Riku's fists clench at his sides.]

Damnit. Damnit!

[The darkness seeping from Axel's body doesn't go unnoticed. He's fading. Sora's dying. We're all running out of time. Riku opens a channel on his communicator, getting right to the point.]

Xion? Namine? Roxas? Anyone who's up, Axel's body needs a babysitter, now.

((ooc:slightly backdated to just before dawn.))

Er--

Good morning, everyone. My name is Apollo Justice, attorney at law. There are a few things I'd like to say.

First off, I've received permission from Sentience to initiate appeals proceedings for interested inmates. I have to say right off the bat, this does not mean he will release any of us. His programming is unable to do so. However, if you feel you were wrongly convicted, I can try to get that overturned, and that will have two benefits -- first, you'll be afforded all the privileges of a rehabilitated inmate, and second, if by chance you're lost in a dimensional stabilizer failure, Sentience won't try to bring you back.

Naturally, this leads me to the second point... Er, Engineers? Sirs and ma'am? If you're around, there are a few things I'd like to discuss if you don't mind.

And finally... Maya? I have a position open for an assistant if you want. You don't have to, I just thought...


...a-anyway, that's about it. Contact me over the headsets if you want, or come to my office in Sector Two.


[A deep breath can be heard as the communication ends, and the words--] I'm fine, I'm fine...

[She's sitting in the park, staring almost blankly at the plants in front of her. She doesn't quite fully understand why she's here, but she was told that one of her crimes was the motivation of her friend's horrible deeds in the past. That makes her worry, and feel bad. Spacing out is what she likes to do when she's alone, though, so it doesn't cross her mind that her guard is down in public. Eventually, she's starting up a voice post.]

[It starts with a soft sigh.]

This place is a prison..? It looks like I could be a couple miles from home right now. It's really, really gorgeous here. I don't get why I'm here, but I don't think there's much I can do about it. Going in with guns blazing probably wouldn't work for me like it does for Sora. [There's a short, gentle laugh.]

Guess I'll be making myself at home until I can figure out how to get home.

[She ends the recording, then stands, stretching.]

[The video just jerks around for a few seconds before focusing on a rather cheerful young blond girl, looking mildly irritated. But she seems to be determined enough, if her pointing at the screen is any evidence.]

Listen up youma! I don't know what you think you are, but this kind of situation is pretty overdone, don't you think? I mean, honestly, asylum? Under the sea? HAH! I've been in the frozen wastelands of Siberia before! In only a mini skirt! There's nothing that you can do that could possibly intimidate me-

[Pause right here as Minako reads up her crimes.]

Hostility, destroying public property....identity theft? But that's- Well...I can sort of guess why it would say that, but - lying to a federal officer? Excuse me! Those guys were trying to practically stalk me and plus I'm the cham-

You know what? I'll just get out of here right now. Get ready Mr. Sentience, because you picked the wrong innocent high school girl to throw in your prison of crazies!

[She then gestures rather elaborately at the screen]

You'll be doubly punished...in the name of the Moon and Venus!

[Aidou pops up on the screen smiling really brightly.]

Well, if anyone wants some treats, I have quite a bit of leftovers in the kitchen for the taking. I can't possibly eat them all myself.

[There's a little sound of a "meow" in the background and Aidou is beaming before disappearing off screen. He comes back shortly with a little red-and-brown-striped kitten in his arms.]

I picked up little Akastuki today! Isn't he cute?

Kamui, would you mind him and May meeting? I think they could become good friends!

P-Papa…?

_{[A soft, cautious voice filters through.]}

This room is weird. Not a bad weird but…strange and is this really the ‘facility’?

Where are all the scientists…? ...and where…where is Papa?

…

<sub>[There's the soft sound of shuffling fabric as the voice breaks through again, this time sounding rather sad and worried.]

I thought Papa would be here when I woke up</sub>…did you step out for a moment Papa? <sub>I-I don’t know where I am…

[Nana’s voice is soft and quiet, but it has a fearful note to it. There's a bit more shuffling and a loud thud that clatters through the silence. If anything she sounds immensely sad and somewhat pained.]</sub>

Where are the needles and bandages and…_{it hurts Papa} and I’m on the floor and I’m sorry I tried to be a good girl and I meant to get Lucy a-and I’m clumsy with these legs and P-Papa…

You’re not mad right? Please don’t be mad Papa Nana is always trying her best-! _{I just want to be g-good for Papa…}

[The kitchen seems a little busy this morning, so Euphie finds a table a little away from everyone else and watches for Suzaku. Instead of feeling hungry, she's feeling nervous, but why? It's Suzaku.

She hopes the table isn't conspicuously far away from everyone else...]

Ball and chain. How quaint. Imprisoned like some pathetic little rat. Tad out of date, unless I missed a resurgence somewhere or other. The new vogue, perhaps? I might have to be sent the matching cuff links -- picking them up personally will otherwise be delayed, you see.

(The man smiles at the screen, once and briefly, gesturing loosely with his hands. From his accent, one would assume that he's English and from his appearance, the likely guess would be human.

You'd be wrong on both accounts, but hey.)

I know politicians are disliked, but really. Should I be expecting to bump into Stalin? Hitler? Oh, but they were good old fashioned tyrants, weren't they? Twentieth century Earth, what a time. (He grins at that -- it's an amused expression, almost charming -- that is, if you ignore the implications behind his words.) A little genocide here, a little murder there, all in the interest of bettering the world. Such unfettered idealism!

(There's a slight pause, and considering the situation, he takes a moment to look surprisingly, if not extraordinarily comfortable. Appearances are delightful.)

Harold Saxon, former Prime Minister. Of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, by the way. That's on Earth. Sol 3, if you'd prefer. A little planet in the Milky Way -- those are delicious, aren't they? Little bars of chocolate, with that nougaty centre -- but I digress. Since we've been "taken from the timeline", I suppose I should also mention it was 2008 when I last looked at the calendar. (There's a brief flicker of what could be irritation when he mentions 'being removed from the timeline', as if it's a sore point he can't quite ignore.)

But tell me, Marina. Tell me about yourselves. Your stories, come on. I want to hear them. Tell me why you're considered pathetic. Detrimental. A disease to the universe.

[Today is a glorious day for Vash because today he can move freely. It's a relief that Sentience has offered him a little more independence and Vash chose to take it by finding himself a place to live outside the shelter. A morning's worth of exploration and he discovered the bar which was a welcome sight, as well as the store, the bath house and a good many other things within the dome.

He also discovered that the many houses and apartments located in the dome were mostly empty. It appeared as though most people lived in the shelter, and that was enough to make Vash give pause and wonder if there might be a good reason for that. The best conclusion he could reach was to be close to the cafeteria. That seemed like an excellent reason to stay in the shelter as far as Vash was concerned, but there was a far better reason to live outside it. Many of the people that knew the other Vash appeared to live in the shelter and... Honestly, Vash rather wanted to avoid them at this point.

He felt badly for them, and more than a little guilty. It was like somehow his presence removed the others', even if he had no idea that was true or not. He wanted to spare them the trouble, and it seemed like the best thing he could do was keep his distance.

So right now, he was at the convenience store, stocking up on things for his new apartment. He'd also found some heavier clothes and was now sporting a long red scarf around his neck and some fuzzy earmuffs. ....The fact he didn't have to pay was still weirding him out.]