[Waking up, she's kind of cold, and uncomfortable and-- oh, she slept in her clothes. In a bed that's not hers. Because she couldn't keep herself standing last night.

Events come back now and Tear can feel slight irritation nudge her as her awareness clears up more, but doesn't entertain it because there are more important things to know and concentrate on other than her own problems. She can beat herself up about them later, when she's up to date.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she looks about what she's sure to be one of the hospital rooms; door shut, no one save for her, and her device on the stand by the bed. She reaches for it after a moment-- even though she figures it's late in the day, and the situation is most likely "old news" by now, she still wants to confirm for herself right away]

Just to make sure-- was everyone that got wounded last night taken care of?

[Reira's got a lot on her mind. Her long, difficult conversation with Ashton has brought all her fears and loneliness in regards to Shin right back to the front of her mind, and caused a whole new set of confusing feelings she's not sure what to do with. She's without her necklace now, and feeling a little at sea without it, as it's been her comfort since she got here.

And, ridiculously, she's feeling a little humbled by the healing song she heard last night. She's always had perfect faith in her voice, aside from the fear that she might one day lose it, but that woman's voice - anyway, she's got a powerful urge to sing until her lungs are raw, just to let out all this pent-up tension, and that's all that's in her mind when she stumbles across the club and peeks in.

To her surprise, there's a stage with instruments and a microphone. She closes the door carefully behind her, then approaches the stage and blinks in confusion when the music suddenly stops. It's almost like the club was waiting for her. Was put here just to ease her pain.

She taps the mic, then takes a deep breath and begins to sing Winter Sleep, playing the music in her head as she sings a capella. It doesn't sound quite the same, but it gives her strength.]

((ooc: music's slightly audible from behind the closed doors. anyone curious?))

[In her room after having had a nice long bath, and breakfast, Yuuki has been laying down. There's no time for that anymore, however. Her head still hurts and she still feels disorientated, but she knows a good situation when she sees one and a bad one. With monsters, murders, and who knows what else  out there...once she had spoken to the little girl, Yuuki had already made up her mind.]

I--I invited someone over. Um...she should be here any minute. [She laughs weakly] I'm just going to set things up for her..._{hopethatsnotaproblemshe'llbehereforawhile!} Um...y-yeah., so right there was extra waffles I think... [She gives an audible gulp.]

[She can't help it. Being able to thoroughly relate to the feeling of finding yourself alone as a little girl, with nothing recognizable and possibly scared...only a monster could sit aside and do nothing. Maybe she isn't human, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a heart.

And so that's why...Yuuki has decided to adopt into their household a human child.]

[Tajima blinks as he reads the welcome message.]

Ehhhh?

[He blinks a few more times, reading it over again.]

What if I drop the soap?!

[ The video clicks on, revealing a young woman - late twenties, probably - in jeans, a button-up shirt and jacket sitting in a chair. She stares for a moment at the camera, sunken eyes clearly visible, before looking away from the camera. The video cuts out anything below her knees. ]

...hello?

[ She stops, licking her lips. One hand absently crosses over to the other, lightly scratching her wrist. In the background, an unlabeled bottle of pills can be seen on the table. ]

Listen, if anyone can hear this... [ Her voice is nearly silent. The words sound rehearsed - less flowing and more mechanically precise. ] ...who allowed- I mean, who authorized this transfer-

[ Her voice cracks slightly, and she swallows heavily. Her lips are obviously chapped - she's probably dehydrated. ]

Something crazy's going on, isn't it? I- I don't know why I'm here. This isn't right. Where am I? Where is this place?

Is any of this even happening?

Daddy-

[ She chokes on the word, covering her mouth and slamming her eyes shut. After a tiny moment, she reaches out, fumbling with the communicator before shutting it off. In that last moment, tears can be seen in her eyes. ]

[The screen cuts on, showing a man's face, and the top of what appears to be a green spacesuit with metal bits on the shoulders. He speaks after a moment, facing away from the camera.] I think that did it, Haro.

[A moment later, the camera pans up and back, showing his amused face, framed by brown hair, and one eye covered by a rather large black eyepatch.] This must be some kind of experimental prison. Underwater, with cameras for all the inmates? Creepy, even for Veda. [Which is what he blames this on. It sounded too... omnipotent to not be the AI's fault. Who else would really know all of his atrocities in such intimate detail?]

Unknown! Unknown!

[Lockon sighed a little.] I was afraid you'd say that.

[Hei read the arrival notification calmly, analyzing the contents carefully before changing the message to browse through the rest of the content listed on his headset. He kept one eye on his surroundings (which mostly consisted of one five foot tall robot and an empty room) as he read. He could already hear a few voices talking over the network. He didn't appear to be the first criminal brought into Marina today.

Somewhat better acquainted with his new 'home,' Hei settled his face into Li's natural 'stunned and awkward' look and started a slow meandering walk--half lurch, half drag--down the hallway with the bot following after him. Explorations would have to wait until he was freed of his restraints and while he could easily get rid of the guard, he didn't want to draw attention to himself--yet. However, that didn't mean he had to starve.]

[Video flickers. The screen is obscured by a mass of pink...hair whose owner backs away, revealing her face. It's a young girl. With a very oh so very passive expression. Good luck on discerning it.]

…Ah. I don't remember. How did I get here?

[and after a rather lengthy pause. Anya's looking at those crimes of hers. Then you can hear a tiny click of a camera phone.]

[mutter] Recorded.

[Then more strongly - ]

Anya Alstreim, Sixth Knight of the Round of Britannia. Which country is the leader of this prison?

Oh, Your Majesty~! [A sing-song voice breaks through the communicator just as the video comes on and a bright blue eye winks playfully at the camera.]

I got my uniform today and it fits just right~ [Video zooms out and Josak is clearly visibly in one of the cheerleader uniforms that is just his size, and tight enough to show off all the muscles and his "breasts". Why yes those are those are some great-shaped legs, aren't you jealous? He shakes his pompoms and strikes a pose before looking around curiously.]

Are we having practice for the cheerleaders, too? I would think we would want to learn some routines before our big game. [He has been studying about cheerleading at the library!]

Hikaru! Did you know that we're trapped with perverts?~

How could anyone think such things.~

[Why yes, he is teasing all of you out there that were dirty children "yesterday"]

[On the screen flickers the absolutely dumbfounded face of a young man- He's a little mature looking for his age, but he's really only eighteen. He looks slightly distressed. There's a loud expression of confusion:]

D'oh!

[Followed by actual, coherent words, although he's still gaping a little.]

Ah, excuse me? There seems to have been some sort of mistake! Or, this is a very strange dream. Am I really in this deep of a sleep? I know the game with Russia tired me out, b-but...

I'm by no means a criminal! Many of the offenses on the list were exaggerated views of things I had done! I-

[He's quiet for a moment, and then his expression turns to one of sternness. It is eerily clam, and his eyes are hidden behind his glasses. His lips are tight, but he soon looks out over them.]

Is anyone familiar with a Yoichi Hiruma? If this is one of his silly games, it's an elaborate one. If it is, I'm sure I'll be able to find my way out somehow.

[He goes back to being exasperated.]

A-am I really stranded here...?

[ it starts off with a face, curious and bemused, the picture jouncing about a bit as if he were still fiddling with the little headset. after a moment, it evens out, and his smile broadens by a fraction. it's not entirely without humour. ]

If this is a joke, it's a pretty elaborate one. But I don't think even Kaito-nii would go so far as to stick me in a place like this.

[ have a chuckle, if a little on the bleak side. ]

I knew all that would catch up with me some day. Guess the great Shinjuku Crocodile can only extend his influence so far, huh? But I thought I would've known if the government decided to really crack down on the whole scene.

[ A pause, the wry twist of lips. ] So I guess this is the equivalent of a paid leave.