[After a morning of fashioning himself a new fishing rod, it's time to put it to good use. Of course, he was expecting to have some downtime alone- but it seems he'll be fishing with company.

Standing barefoot near the water's edge, his crafted rod is stuck upright in the sand next to a tin bucket of rather pitiful excuses for bait. Bread crusts, apple skins and coffee grindings the most prevalent in the pile. He shoots his niece a side glance, wondering how she likes the beach atmosphere and whether or not any real fishing will get done.]

[So. It's been a long day, but Riddle has determined the following things.

A.) He's imprisioned.
B.) They really are serious about this chained thing.
C.) Naoya is here.
D.) Naoya's still pissed.
E.) Gardening is really hard.

Given all that, he's actually pretty glad that it's come time for dinner. He's sore, tired, and hungry, and too much has been going on. Naturally, this calls for ordering donburi. Glorious, glorious donburi. His headphones are on, and he's just sitting at a bench, waiting for food.

Unsuspecting.]

[ooc: please tell me I did this right. ;A;]

Just so we're all totally clear.

Spike? It's not happening.

[ defiant!! and only slightly lessened by how late it is in the day. but every minute we get closer to a good "date" time is making her uncomfortable, okay. threadjacking is welcome, she does kind of not care who hears this. ]

[Rei is in the dining hall. Kinomoto-san's ramen was much appreciated, but it's evening already, and Rei has been ushered by bots into this room, which she assumes must mean it's dinner time. She is picking at kappa roll and inari nigiri, sipping from a small cup of green tea, her expression largely blank. Also, she's still wearing her plug suit, which might draw just a bit of attention - which she, of course, will not understand - but the A10 nerve clips have been removed from her head because they were not comfortable with the headset provided by the prison.

She shows very little interest in those around her, big red eyes appearing to see something no one else sees as she stares into the middle distance, chewing slowly. She did a good deal of talking when she arrived, and she feels a bit worn out from that, like she's overworked herself.

Anyone want to force her into more human contact?]

[The bar seems to be as noisy as ever. At least that was the same. A very tall, dark-haired man is loitering just inside the building, standing with his arms crossed and a rather unenthused expression on his face. Rather than his typical ninja outfit or casual wear, Kurogane is wearing an attempt at “formal,” with a black dress shirt and black pants. It’s not much different from how he normally looks, but he’s uncomfortable in it anyway. There’s a gleam of silver from one of the overhead lights reflecting off of the metal of his left hand.]

Where the hell is he? [he grumps to himself, thinking of the pirate he had been living with since that stupid incident that turned him into a child. It was more convenient than anything, really, and he never got around to leaving.

If Kid made the ninja feel like a fool on that auction stage just so he could further embarrass him at the bar tonight though, he was getting his ass kicked!! v___v Show up on time, dammit.]

((ooc: Just a note, I'm outta town and will be back to reply either around 1am EST or tomorrow!))

What do you know of Sentience?

Any information on it at all would be very appreciated. A few of you have mentioned it having disappeared before; the particulars around this interest me quite a bit. In my home world, I worked rather extensively with computer databases and AI that may have been similar to our benevolent jailer. So I am curious.

[ The usual indicators that point out a filtered entry have been hidden.

If you're even capable of noticing such things, you might have felt the use of Ribbons' quantum brainwaves. He's spent most of his first unrestrained day attempting to get into the asylum's various... everything, and recovering from the exhaustion his fruitless attempts brought him. ]