( Long-ish date intro is long-ish )

Remind me to thank Miss Inventor later.~

[Guess who is taking advantage of the situation?~ But it should be noticed that Joshua speaking rather purposefully. Carefully.]

What a wonderful day to be curious, don't you think? Then again, I'm quite the curious person, aren't I?

[A giggle.]

Since Neku gave me such a wonderful reminder this morning, who could you do without, Marina? Who is here than you would rather get rid of?

...Or! Who do you wish was here? Who do you miss?

[After blurting out various things that he'd rather keep quiet, Naoya felt it better to get away from people.]

[... In the butterfly pavilion. He's well aware of the symbolism, yes, but he doesn't really care at the moment.]

[Because right now? He's dozing off, or close to it.]

[He does kind of look like he's having a bad dream, though. Maybe someone should wake him up.]

[ groooooooooggy, low voice ]

That was... probably the worst decision I've ever made...

Sorry to everyanyone I upset... if I did... or threw up on or by... if I did...

[After a very... eventful morning, Neku had gone over to the education center to fetch some spray paint and supplies in order to distract himself.

Which probably explains the large canvas (about as big as an average shelter room's wall) propped up against the outside of the shelter, art materials and rough draft sketches carelessly strung about on the ground, and the boy focused intently on his art. orz. Almost wishing he had his music right about now.]

[Ammy is in a good mood! What does this mean? It means people she likes are getting pounced on, there are flowers blooming like CRAZY as she runs absolutely everywhere, and she's barking away every few seconds. Just because.

She's also prone to skidding to a stop at random moments and looking around an area. And then zooming off again if no one's there.

Play time~?]

[After seeing more of the prision, Gatomon's decided that there isn't too much more of a point keeping her disguise. And since she really doesn't want to deal with the nicknames anymore...

Video is worked out and flicked on after a moment]

So. I guess this is hello. I'm sorry for decieving those of you who saw me before. Humans aren't usually supposed to know about my kind.

My name is Gatomon.

[He does not care if the Dylandy's are awkward around each other right now... something has come up.]

We need to meet. I have something important to discuss with you all. [He gives them a room number in the shelter... the one he's been staying in since his arrival. No, he hasn't moved out, yet. No one's suggested it to him.]

Tonight... after lights out.

[OOC: Guess who just figured out he's being hacked by someone. XD]

[If you happen to visit Sector 5 today, you will find...a newly-set-up, tiny farm!

You will also find a young lady doing the farming thing. She looks a bit tired from the work, but she also looks like she's enjoying the heck out of it. It's been a really long time since she's last farmed, and oh goodness it helps with being stuck here.

tl;dr: Mami has finally gotten that farm she asked Senti for. Go bother her, y/n?]

... first it's shrinking, then zombies, an' now kidnapping.

Very funny, Komui. Tell Allen t'let me outta the Ark.

The hell is on my face...?

[The video comes into focus and reveals a young girl's face, pale and soft with big red eyes, framed by blonde hair. There is movement in the background - she is walking through a building, which some may recognize as the shelter. If one listens carefully, they can hear the sound of something very heavy being dragged with each step.

She is smiling, tremulously - a smile that movement might shatter, and she does not look directly into the camera. The audio feed cuts in during speech:]

--ama. O-nee-sama. O-nee-samaaa.

( Is this a game we're playing? )

Sweet, everything's here! I can't beleive i spaced like that these last few days. I think I owe a princess a date, I should be asking the lady when she'd like to go soon!

[A bit of laugher now before the voice comes back in clear.]

Oh yeah! Li! You busy today? I got the CD like I promised, you gotta come hear it.

I don't know what else to try. I never really knew what I was doing before, like other Hackers who had years to learn coding. I just...willed myself on The Wired, and it all happened like instinct. Like awakening.

What's most frustrating is that I know all of this should be something so simple, for me. But it's so much harder to be a true part of The Wired here. The technology must not be fully compatible with however the 7th Protocol was intended to operate. If so, am also obsolete to this system.

Does this mean I am no longer fully Lain, if I cannot become as I was, before I came here? Whoever I was, when I was part of the Wired World, and it was a part of me, fully connected....is she, is that Lain, is that me lost?  And what does that make me here, if I really am just a normal girl?

I should be happy. Happy to be nothing weird.

But Sentience, I can't give up on her.

(So, guess who finds this all a touch amusing?)

Are we all having fun, Marina? Maybe it would be better to think of this as a lesson -- you see, it's considered poor manners to lie, and I'm sure Sentience, dear as he was to many of you, would be disheartened to know that something as simple and good as a little honesty was causing you so much trouble.

It's never too late to better yourselves.

[Ashura was finding himself slowly growing fond of this place. He had to admit that looking up and not seeing sky but an endless blue sea was nothing short of amazing, and he found the new technologies and endless flow of new people to meet entertaining and fascinating to say the least. It certainly left him little room to be bored, that was for sure.

But now was one of those rare times where he did find himself without something to do. But again he easily solved it. Regardless of being in a new home and never having a chance of going back to his old one, there were habits one could not quite get rid of - especially those drilled into you over the course of several hundred years.

So Ashura stood in a small clear area of the park, sandals and sashes set to the side, leaving him in the light robes he wore for battle and practice. With careful, sure steps he slid through the dance like maneuvers of his sword style: thrusting hands and arms forward in swinging arches, the blade a silver streak through the air, jabbing with sharp kicks - his anklets ringing like tiny cathedral bells. He would have worked his fire into the routine, but he'd found it was tiring here, and it was just to keep himself in shape.

Besides, it's not like he wanted to scare anybody - or contract the ire of Sentience either.]