[A video appears on the communicators of Ashura in what seems to be the library, a number of books spread before him (since he cannot use the computers very well yet to save his life), and if one looked hard they would see said books are logs of recent activities and clubs within Sentience (or at least as much of such things as Sentience put out for its inmates to read).]

I have heard tales of a Defense Squadron here in Marina Asylum. I was wondering if anyone had more information on them? I mean them no ill will, I am merely curious, that is all.

[To be perfectly honest he would want to join them if he was offered such a chance. Being a king, he has grown up with the sense of needing to protect others. Perhaps being on the Defense Squadron will alleviate some of the nagging ache in the back of his head. He needed responsibility. He needed something to protect, to focus his energies. He would not go crazy without it, but he would certainly have trouble sleeping at night and he could get... ugly with irritated. It was not a pretty thing and he hoped to avoid that.

So yes, something to do, to give him responsibility, would be very nice.]

[Tama shows up on the screen, batting at the communicator and turning it on accidentally.]

Tama! Hey, don't play with that! [Al scolds the kitten, going over and scooping her up. He's dressed in pajamas and is getting ready for bed.

Sighing, he pulls back the covers and climbs in, setting Tama down on top of the blankets and petting her so that she'll stay there.]

Silly kitty. Why do you chew on that? You're not a dog. [His voice holds nothing but affection though as he wiggles his fingers in front of her. She pounces his hand playfully, nipping at his fingers but he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles softly.]

Someone was asking people what their saddest memory was today... Know what I said? It was when I woke up with those four years of memories missing and found out Brother was missing too...

( Cut for length, haha, this is kind of long. )

[Rei knows she has time to puzzle out the issue Tieria has presented her with - what is the point of her existence when the purpose for which she was created is gone? - but she feels impatient, and it's keeping her awake. It's a personal issue, but when she asked about Adam the day before, she got some useful answers. It seems that talking with people can actually be helpful. So she speaks, quietly enough not to wake those who might sleep with their communicators on:]

Why continue to live when you have lost your purpose?

[Her face is still a little red from drinking the wine and her long hair is much curlier than usual due to it getting wet. But, for the most part, Cornelia has managed to get herself together in order to make her way to the headquarters to meet with Gino Weinberg. She promised him earlier in the day that she would meet with him after her 'prior engagement' or rather, date, to discuss something. Of course, something translated in her mind to mean that he wanted to talk to her about information regarding the defense force.

Still, she feels slightly apprehensive as she steps into the front door and her eyes adjust to the lighting. It only takes her a moment to spot the interesting hairstyle of the Knight of Three and her eyes linger on the three braids sitting neatly on the boy's shoulder, his nose buried in a book as he rests his feet up on one of the desks. If the loud sound of Cornelia clearing her throat doesn't announce her presence, then the click of her boots should. She makes her way inside, arms crossing comfortably over her chest as she steps up to the desk.]

I apologize for my tardiness. What is it that you wanted to speak to me about?

[Someone's set up the bulletin board again. The writing is in very neat, and carefully elegant script.]

What is free will, to you?

I'm sorry.

I still have a lot to learn.

[Jennifer smooths her dress, pats her hair, and holds her breath before knocking on Yu-chan's door. She was finally making good on all those promises! Although it would have been better if she could have had her dress-up date with Lacus before the painting, but she wasn't taking any chances this time!]

[Silence. Frowning, Jennifer knocks louder.] Yu-chan! Open up~ It's your Mama come to collect you just like she promised!

[More silence... Looks around the hall, jiggles the handle, smiles, and walks into the room, ready for pouncing on and adorable sleeping Yu-chan~]

Oh, Yu~chan! You have to--[Stumbles. Fumes. Flips on an open channel, any channel!] YU~CHAN! I demand you tell me where you are right now! You are not hiding today, and you are going to sit for this portrait! [Pause, smiles] And you better be wearing something nice when I get to wherever you are!

[Takes a breath to collect herself because he's hid from her again before cheerily speaking into her communicator.] Sorry Marina! Didn't mean to wake you if I did. Oh, and Soubi? Where would you like to meet us?

[Arms wrapped tight about herself, Yuuki sat beside a tree in sight of their residence, her head buried in her knees. She had left her communicator in her room. She didn't really want to talk to others, not right now. The tears that streamed down her cheeks, hidden beneath her bangs fell steadily.

Why him?

It was one thing to watch other people disappear from the dome. Even Aidou, as much as she cared for him. But not Kaname. Not him. Chest hurting, she took an unsteady breath. People often returned after a day or two. But not always. And some...lost their memories of the dome. But even if he forgot the dome, that didn't bother her. She could care less, if he forgot some of the silly things that had taken place while here. As long as he remembered her outside of Marina and returned. Back home however people possessed no memories of this place, at least she hadn't. Surely...that would be the same for him. If he didn't know she was trapped here, and 'she' was already there, then there would be no reason for him to fret.

I'm strong. I'll be okay. Oniisama...I know you wouldn't want me to be this upset. But the uncertainty and fear she felt hurt. And without him...it could be so immensely lonely. The thought that she might never see him again clenched her heart so tight it was painful. It was selfish, pure selfishness. But above everyone else in the dome she didn't want for him to vanish. It was hard, because this wasn't the same as separating temporarily. The thought that she might never see him again was frightening.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 55th day of the third generation.

Continuing with my alterations to Sentience's ineffective methods, I have decided a period of recovery to be necessary after observing the reactions to and of recent arrivals. With the intent of minimizing the shock of being thrust into a foreign environment, and so that settled inmates do not feel so overwhelmed by increasing arrivals, I will be incarcerating criminals in a timely, routine fashion that will not be so disruptive, upon completing the last of the trials Sentience had already prepared.

Lady von Khrennikov, the dispersal of stimulants into the air yesterday was an improper use of medicine and will not be tolerated in the future. At request of the Defense Force, the dispensers have been safely disposed of by the remote units and the chemical is no longer present in the dome's atmosphere, so there is no longer any need to be concerned, inmates.

Hey! Hey! Guess what?

I'M FINALLY FREE!

Damn, that waiting to walk around without that chain was killing me! Seriously!

So anyone want to do anything? I'm dying to get out and do something!

[And with that said, expect Zack to pretty much be wandering everywhere ever. THE PLACE IS SHINY, CLEAN, AND NEW. He can't help it. If someone runs into him, he will greet them with stupid grins and waves!]

[After getting breakfast and finding the bulletin board, Tieria ends up going back to the room in his shelter and stashing his communicator in a drawer. He's decided he's probably better off just not talking to anyone for a while. That means, it's probably the best time to come bug him.]

[Yawn~ stretching, waking up from one of the nicest sleeps he'd gotten in a while. He sits up and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, turning to stand and--

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Josh?!