[Miranda has wandered around Sector 6 for some time, but thinks that she finally found the mat room that Allen spoke of. She makes her way down the hall looking around to see if the white-haired boy is already there, but doesn't notice him. Maybe he hadn't finished lunch yet?

So she decides to check--because he may have shown up sooner and gotten tired of waiting for her.]

Umm...Allen, d-did I miss you? I'm sorry I'm late...b-but I'm here now, i-if you wouldn't mind?

{Poor Miranda wants to learn how to defend herself better, so if you would be around the training halls, feel free to stop by and offer her a lesson?}

[Personally, Teito is looking for some quiet time. He hasn't had much of an opportunity to partake in one of a particular hobby of his - research. Been too loud for that, at least for him to do so and focus on the book and nothing else. Memorizing all the Scriptures is one thing, but he thought that maybe there were some answers in the library. At least it might be another means as to finding out a little more about where all of these different people come from and their literature.

Odd quirk he has, being military trained and yet a diligent reader when the opportunity presented itself.

He's sitting at a table, a book currently in front of him. There are three more on his left and seven on his right.]

[Last night was tiring slightly and put her in a bit of a bad mood. So now she's wandering along the beach with Eevee, being amused by the little Pokemon jumping in her pawprints.

Then Ammy notices something out on the water. Ball? Beach ball!

One dog goddess is going to be running out there and swimming to the ball and head-butting it back to shore. Then promptly starts batting it around, making a game out of it. Eevee gets it away from her and she barks happily, running after the little Pokemon chasing the ball around.

Play time!]

Ffff.... shit. What the hell is this?

[muttermutter. Someone is not happy.]

How do you work this thing.... [He also didn't mean to start the voice recorder.]

Fuck. Everything. How the hell did I even get here? I'm not wet, and I didn't feel any youkai presence... I would've woken up. [There's some shifting around, and some awkward noises of him fumbling with the communicator.]

Shit. This could not have worse timing. I swear, if anything happened to them, heads are rolling.

[There's a moment's pause.] ... Wait, is this thing..? [On? Why yes, Gojyo, yes it is.]

... Damn it all to hell!

[clicking buuuttons, so then the audio turns on.

The device is strange, but it's something like a cross between a radio and film. She’s alerted by a recording light, which catches her mid-sentence.]-rk… Hm?

... Hello?

[Having heard and seen footage of other inmates, hopefully she was broadcasting on the same channels. Hopefully doing this right-]

Um, hello. My name's Alice. I arrived here earlier this morning, and while I'm still uncertain whether my... crimes are fair I had a question I'd like to ask. Would anyone know what happens back home in our… absence? [She was prepared to leave, but if she had just... vanished, well.] I've got people I care about very much, and I would like to know if they're doing alright. Thank you.

[hesitance, she isn't sure what else to say, so:] ... Are we really that far underwater?

[She knocks lightly on her sister's door, but she can feel a heaviness inside. There is so much she needs to talk to her about, and the others are already moving. In a way it already feels too late because of that, but she can't think that way. They've all come too far to be divided in a place like this.]

Cornelia? Can I talk to you?

[Feeling oddly worry-free today, Winry decides today should be the day she should fix up Ed's automail. She hasn't exactly been talking to him since that kiss. But with her mind off that, and having nothing to work on now that her sample automail is done, she really ought to get working on his limbs. Last she saw, they were all battered and scratched up and definitely needed some tuning.

But first she decides to get in touch with that Lind boy's little brother to see if she can arrange time to learn about that air treck technology. Since she hasn't talked to him before, might as well leave that public so anyone else who knows him might be able to tell her if he's got his communicator off or something.

She turns on the video and presents a friendly smile.]

Hello, I'm looking to find an Akito Wanijima? I was told he might be able to tell me a bit about some technology called Air Trecks.

[Private to Ed, shortly after.]

Hey, Ed. Are you around?

[Ever since Buffy showed up, she's more or less had a shadow. This was a lot easier to accomplish when she had that ball and chain on. Stalking protecting secretly could be such work. But then she had to go and make that announcement about going after the vamps, and someone had to make sure no one took it the right way. Sure, he could have just walked up to her, but he'd made distance a bit of a habit of late even before it was the only option.

Spike reaches for his cigarettes for the third time in the span of less than ten minutes. Smoke isn't exactly stealthy, but the habit is hard to break. He tucks his hands into his pockets to keep them still, and sniffs the air.

Where did she get off to this time?]

Prison...? [She sounds confused and questioning, blinking rapidly.] The place where people...

G-Good idea, Ioryogi-san! I'll bet that in prison, there are all kinds of people that need healed! I'LL DO MY BEST!

... Ioryogi-san? Ioryogi-san...?

[A pause...before some frantic shuffling, her arms flailing.]

W-W-W-Where did you go!? Ioryogi-san? [A large dramatic gasp] DID I DROP YOU!? Are you lost!? AHHH! D-Don't panic! [Clutching her cheeks, she's very obviously talking to herself] He's so small...what...what if he's stepped on...or fell into a pot hole? M-Maybe he got thrown away...o-or a doggy decided to use him as a chew toy!

[Calling out loudly, hands cupped]

IORYOGI-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!

[Lacus was excited to hear about the pool from Suzaku, so she went and picked up a bathing suit for herself right away. But is she at the pool? 'Course not! She's picked the most high traffic area in the park, laid down a blanket, set a pitcher of lemonade to one side and is just basking in the fake sunlight.]

[And no, she's not a bit embarrassed about sitting around in a bikini. So company would be gladly welcomed.]

[Al is trying to keep the fact that he had also been stabbed yesterday a secret. The bots came and brought him to the hospital after it happened, so he's better now.

Now all he has to do is get a new shirt in order to not be found out. He can fix the tear with alchemy but he's not so sure about the bloodstains. There was the risk of being seen if he went home to get a new one, so Al is attempting to get to the clothing store unnoticed, doing his best to hide his bloodstained shirt under his jacket.]

[So the whole ordeal with Hibari a few days prior had kind of weirded Dino out. Not in the way of it disgusting him, or anything, but in the way of him not being able to stop thinking about it. He could recall every detail almost crystal clear, and whenever he thought about it it would make his heart start pounding again, in his chest, like he was there all over again.  While it isn't a terrible feeling, the butterflies in the stomach slight nausea certainly isn't very pleasant.  He can't stop thinking about it though, and he really doesn't want to worry Tsuna about it, but with how jumpy he's been acting, he's sure that even his little brother is going to start being able to pick up on it soon.

So, he decides the best way to stop thinking about his underage male student, is to go out and have a bit of fun.  (ie: go drinking)  He went to the clothing shop, and picked out the sexiest, most flattering, and not over the top ensemble he could, which features a nice pair of faded jeans, a dark blue button up shirt, and a black blazer, and decided to go visit the club.

He makes sure to leave a bit early, since no matter how closely he follows the map, he always seems to end up somewhere completely different than where he had planned.  He's walking along, still a bit tense, but much more relaxed than he's felt in a few days.]

((OOC:  Feel free to intercept him anywhere in the shelter, or at the club.))