[Those wandering through the park might stumble on the rare sight of one Rtas 'Vadum free of his Armour, instead wearing more casual clothing of his people, a grey and white tunic and pants, around his waist a brown sash.

Earlier that morning several items that he had requested from Sentience had arrived, the one in particular that was his current focus though was held in his hands, what would seem to be merely a strange hilt at first glance. 'Vadum leaned back against the tree behind him as he contemplated the runes that were carved around both bulbous ends of the inactive sword's hilt, a weapon that had served him well many times in the past.]

[Hansel and Gretel have been released for dinner - with a circle of bots surrounding them, that is. They're eagerly eating their meal, chatting amicably amongst themselves and glancing around with naked curiosity.

Anyone who approaches them will see identical twins with white-blonde hair and blue eyes, almost angelic-looking; they wear old-fashioned black clothes, giving them the look of Victorian children attending a funeral. Would anyone like to come say hello?]

[A woman with hair as bright and red as her robe appear on screen.] These robes are interesting. I'm finding many uses for the pockets in the sleeves.

Was that you making all that noise last night, Komui? Don't worry. I'm sure you'll come up with something that works almost as well as what I'm creating.

Oh, and Kunou, your device is ready~

[Kunou finds himself in the park, doing something very un-Kunou-like. Namely, playing with a machine. A robot cat to be exact, courtesy of Anissina. He is holding a remote and maneuvering the little kitty all around, making it pace, nuzzle, and mew seemingly at random. But he's improving! At least it generally does what he commands! Clearly there were some manufacturing problems.]

[Which means! Cue evil honorable samurai grin, the time has come!]

SAOTOME! Come forth, if thy cowardice can bear it, and face thy defeat!

[ his voice is initially soft. as if he's simply murmuring to himself: ]

"Precognition" makes due process kind of hard to maintain, doesn't it?



[ here, a long, thoughtful pause. if it's the business with the TV world that brought him here... the others could be here, too. time to tread carefully.

calm, quiet, composed. typical souji. ]

Ah.

I've been filled in on the generalities about this place, but - I'm still a little fuzzy on the details. Moving from place to place so rapidly, especially without prior warning, has been—very disorienting.

Any information you'd be willing to provide would be appreciated.
Thanks.

[ There's really not much to see at first, just a blur of colour and images as the headset is removed and set aside. It looks to be sand that it's nestled in, and beyond the little dunes in the camera's prspective, a glimpse of water. The beach. A bit late for the events of the day, but all the better. Less crowds, less headache, more privacy and (relative) peace.

Of Adachi himself, it's only his shoes visible in the camera's line-of-sight, scuffed brown and looking more like sneakers than anything else, the line of his legs and the edge of his jacket on the far edge of the screen. Sitting in the sand, perhaps relaxing.

It's odd to think of himself as relaxing in a prison, of all places, yet he's had more rest in the facility than he ever has back home. No job to run him down, no boss to run him even harder, no teenagers to infuriate him and get in his way (at least, there had been no teenagers). Two of the new 'inmates' help matters none, and after a small while of silence and sitting, there comes a sigh. It's a tired sort of sound. ]

I could really go for some of that Asahi right now. Maybe even Sapporo.

[ Eventually arrives on the beach, wearing a yukata of his own, though the obi is twisted in the back and not tied correctly -- not that he cares; he wouldn't have bothered at all, except... everyone seemed to be having so much fun.

He still lingers toward the edge of the sand, preferring to watch May play with the ball he found. But the sand under his bare feet feels... nice. ]



((OOC: Backdated to earlier in the day, when other people are out on the beach. Please come bother him. :) ))