[Accidental Voice | Action]

[Holding a hand to her temple, it appears as though Mikuru is concentrating deeply, her cute brows scrunched up in a mixture of consternation and focus. She remains like that for a long while, before giving a short defeated sigh.] There has to be some sort of communication...[Her shoulders slump a little and she sounds frustrated.] Especially when the technology here itself feels all too primitive.

[Obviously troubled, she appears downcast, but her small hands clench into determined fists. If this computer appears to know so much, doesn't it realize just what sort of fire it is playing with? She's failing miserably. But if she can't somehow...do something about their current situation, then certainly there is nothing but a bleak future. It's too important that things go according to plan. There is no way her superiors would allow something like this to happen. At the very least she would be briefed by now.]

Oh...was this recording? [Suddenly panicking her eyes widen and she flails. She hasn't said anything she shouldn't be has she? Swallowing nervously, she tries to remember. In any event, this is important.]

[Video]

[A beautiful young girl with reddish brown hair comes into view of the camera. She's pretty, with an innocent air to her.]

Um...um...! I have...a question for everyone. Actually, it's more than one. Oh! For those who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Mikuru Asahina, by the way. [Wringing her hands anxiously, her doe-like eyes glance up innocently into the camera lens.] I was wondering if anyone here knows of a way in which to communicate with individuals from home? If that is at all possible within this facility. As well as...I've heard that people have disappeared and returned to this dome on occasion. Some however have disappeared all together, though...

[She takes a small breath.]

If it's not too much trouble...could you please explain to me those instances...and whatever information you might remember or know regarding them?

No way, you've got it all wrong! There's no way a guy like me's suited for jail life. This fragile mind, this youthful body, by sentencing me here you've guaranteed the loss of my wide-eyed innocence, tearing away the one joy many young girls had been anxiously waiting for since I hit puberty!

Please, Oh Great Prison Robot of the Future, grant me sweet freedom!!

[ Those in the area will take note that their newest resident is appealing his case to a trash bot. ]

[Filtered from Noahkin]

[incoherent whining sounds] she can't be gone, she just CAN'T be... I was so careful to keep the door locked...

[wet sniffles] Lenaleeeee you can't be gone! Who will make my coffee when I'm in the lab all night?

OH, MY LENALEE WHERE ARE YOUUUU?! [A muffled thud as ht buries his face in her mattress, sobbing away.]

[you know, it's pretty distressing to think you're on your way home only to be trapped (again) in an unknown place, but this time you're suddenly cut off from any other living being AND chained to a very heavy iron ball like some kind of medieval criminal.

It became pretty fast that he's trapped in this place...wherever it is. But he's also pretty much unable to leave the room, either. So eventually he manages to press the right button that switches the communicator on.]

Ah! there it went--! u-um...is anyone there? Reborn? Gokudera-kun? Yamamoto? Anyone? Someone please answer!

[truthfully, he wasn't sure at all what anyone could do, or what kind of people might be out there otherwise.]

/I hope everyone else made it home all right.../



((OOC: Introoo for Tsuna~ He's been confined for a day (or longer, if he doesn't behave), so yup. Poor guy is trapped. Also, /wordswordswords/ text are thoughts o/))

[He has code set up to work with his existing program. It follows the people he's dedicated to and interested in; it monitors their health and tracks their lifesigns. So when she vanishes, he hears about it, even though there's no traces left.

[He lifts a hand slowly to his communicator, and then pauses. He's on his way to prepare for his plans, but he pauses, putting his back to a tree and slowly sliding down to the ground, pressing the hand to his face and clenching his teeth. Shirley.

[And he's relieved. Filled with a wild sense of gratitude. If she's gone -- then he doesn't have to tell her. He doesn't have to end it. If she ever comes back, she might not even remember. And maybe she won't come back -- she shouldn't come back. But he's glad, desperately, disgustingly glad that she's gone and he doesn't have to wonder what to say to her.

[...he's a coward.

[After a few long beats, he reaches up to turn on the communicator, but he still doesn't move.]



[private // kallen]
...Kallen. Shirley's gone.

[after a beat] I'd appreciate it if you'd see to it that Nana's taken care of if you'd rather not look after her by yourself.

Sentience? Are you there? How are your adjustments going?

I've decided. I'm going to help you become optimal. Rehabilitated, like the rest of us. I'm going to be like a real friend to you now, while you're one of us. And you'll be the best bot-inmate in the dome!

Dr. Eggman? If you could help us with some diagnostics? And...and maybe we'll go shopping for some nicer plating? Unless you'd like to wear clothes, Senti. Maybe we can find you some nice- [Cursor blink...thinking] Well what would you like? Do you sleep in a docking station now, for recharging, or do you have a room like the rest of us?