[The video comes on, and Russel looks pissed as hell. And covered in pentacles.]

Okay, I've dealt with a lot of shit here, but this takes the fucking cake. I want this shit off of me, and now. And if anyone wants to claim responsibility for it, I'd be glad to give them what they deserve.

I'm sick of this shit. What the fuck is going on?

[Now that Latias got Toothless his communicator back, he can make a talking post!]

Hello. Hiccup calls me Toothless. I am looking for him. Does anyone know where he is? His name is Hiccup. He is a human. Not a dragon. He has red fur.

[There's a low grow, followed by breathing.

Then you may hear Cielo humming this. Repeatedly. It's really the only song he knows. And if Sera was actually here...

He, as well as the floor of his cell, is covered in blood from what he's already eaten today. His eyes are glowing yellow, not their usual blue, but aside from that he seems to be calm for now. If he focuses on the song, it helps a little.]

...Not sure I rememba all de words.

[Kitty's not affected, but she's tired anyway from helping out at the hospital all day. After taking a short walk over to the butterfly pavilion and back, she's returned to the hospital to keep up her work there. She hasn't heard back from Gino, yet, but doesn't expect to until after the crisis is over anyway. Settling down in a corner for a moment, she sighs and nods off a little without expecting it.]

I think Acumen knows who is responsible for all of these fatigue problems, and that risk of this threat happening was at 15%, but he won't release that information to anyone but the Defense Team leader because of inmate privacy protocols.

I didn't even know we had rights to any kind of privacy here.

In response, I've relinquished inmate confidentiality on my personal files. Information should be free and decentralized- Levy's 3rd and 4th commandments of The WIReD social ethos.

[Scrambled w/ Basic Encryption || Easily Hackable]

The first meeting of the Turing Society will be held in the Sector 2 Computer Lab Lounge, tomorrow at 3 pm.

Hey blonde kid, Gino, I think.

Got a minute?

[It didn't take too long to find Buffy. He'd been keeping track of her ever since she arrived after all. You know, protective and all that. Nothing creepy at all here! Besides, he had information for her.]

Just like old times. You on patrol.

[Someone's been learning from their big brother. There's a message on the board again. The note is unsigned, but the handwriting is probably recognizable, if a little shaky.]

What is your biggest regret?

[ooc: *drags self out of the abyss* t-tags will be slow-ish. ;A;]

[Video | Action | Voice]

[Sitting in the branch of a tree, Cheshire's tail flicks back and forth, his ears twitching in mild curiosity and annoyance as he surveys his new surroundings. It isn't anything he recognizes or believes he has seen before.]

Annoying. Human trickery. [Dark hair covering one eye completely, while framing the deep red of his other, he's obviously alert, despite the relaxed manner in which he holds himself. The message doesn't make much sense to him. There is only one individual who he believes could be responsible for this.]

Cheshire doesn't have time to waste in a foolish human place.

[This is the red-eyed man's fault, isn't it? Giving a single lick to his paw, he crouches before jumping down from the tree. The ball and chain is held in his arms as he jumps, which makes the decent awkward but...he won't be...losing his feline grace in front of everyone just yet. Perhaps he ought to explore his new surroundings. Uncomfortable he steps, only for the ball and chain to trail after him. The way it rolls across the ground would be interesting if it wasn't attached to his leg. Struggling to remove it again, he isn't amused. One of the perks to being a cat is that you are not supposed to be chained and tethered like a dog.

Ears twitching, he removes the irritating human toy off of his head that spoke to him, before batting at the chain with his claws.]

[Johnny hadn't been in bed when he'd woken up this morning. He'd worried because he knew his master hasn't been feeling well and shouldn't be up walking around. After taking the time to compose himself he'd decided to just wait and see if his master would return home or at least contact him.

But he hadn't heard a word nor seen his Master at all today and it was now late in the afternoon. After hours of pacing around and trying to keep busy he'd decided to go out and look for Johnny. He was currently walking around somewhere in Sector 3, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his missing master. So far he'd had little success and hesitantly decided to ask for some back up.]

If anyone knows the whereabouts of my Master, please let me know. I...can't find him.

[He goes silent and the connection cuts off.]

Master...where are you?

[a few minutes of a very sharp, metallic scratch-like noise, then nothing. The sound again, heavier than before, until the discerning ear might tell something breaks. Light, curious whispers -]

Shhhhhhhhh.

...how frightening. Good afternoon – ah.

[scratch]

How do you do?


[ooc: ...he's grinding the metal of his zipper against his chain out of sheer boredom. Enjoy the annoying sound, Marina!kin ._.]

[Anyone near the kitchen in the shelter might notice a not-appealing set of fumes wafting out the door and into the corridors. If brave enough to venture inside, one would find a semi-conscious Komui, beakers in hand, some sort of steaming mixture being swirled in his right hand while -- is that a battery dissolving in coffee? -- waits in his left.]

[He needs... to stay awake. His chin is resting on the counter, glasses askew, eyelids looking very heavy. He places a beaker down long enough to rub his eyes, try (and fail) to straighten his beret, turning his communicator on in the process.]

--s to work, gotta find... Lenalee. [Speech is taking a good deal of effort, but that doesn't stop his rambling.] Komuvitamin E, s'what I'll call it. E for energy... endurance... um. Eeeeeeee...-ven better than coffee?

Attention, please everyone. I need some information from you all that will hopefully prove useful in our investigation of this phenomenon that has swept the prison. I would like everyone that has not suffered any symptoms of this wave of exhaustion to please come forward. I would like to compare these individuals against those that are currently experiencing extreme exhaustion, to see if there's some psychological or physiological reason for it. You may also give me the names of others if you are absolutely certain that they have been feeling no exhaustion whatsoever.

If you are one of the individuals suffering from the outbreak of the pentacles, and were previously healthy, please also say so.

[Private to the Defense Force]
I'm going to compare those that come forward against my profile, to see if anything fits. At this point, it's likely a shorter list than those affected. Our unsub is someone gathering energy for some larger purpose, likely an attack on the prison itself. At this point, if they are clearly unaffected, it would stand out. Of course, those that do say that they aren't feeling tired at all will need to be verified by us.