[She is a bit shaky this morning, but Rin waking up in an empty bedroom made her worried.]

Has anyone seen Len lately? He isn't in his bed when I woke up or I haven't heard from him in a while.

Not to mention......I haven't heard from Adrianna either...

[Sora yells into the microphone, confused and slightly agitated]

Riku, Kairi!! Are you there? Can you hear me?

[He moves his hands around the communicator, searching for a volume button as if it is a two-way radio]

Hello?!

[There is a bit of silence as Sora notices the welcome basket and brochure.]

Food? Uhh.

[The rustling of paper is just barely audible]

What.. I haven't committed any of these crimes! I-- What is this?!

[The video turns on and settles on the edge of a keyboard; all that's visible are the keys and a pair of gloved hands. Then he begins playing this, a fast, chaotic piece, both tonal and atonal, strange.

[When he finishes, with a flourish, he picks up the camera and directs it at his face. smiling] Prokofiev piano sonata number 4, movement 3. It's a brilliant piece, isn't it?

[He looks like Allen. He sounds like Allen. But he is not Allen.]

[ It was not the first time Shizuo had been told he'd just been thrown in prison. It was not the first time he knew he didn't get there all on his own. He doesn't even pay attention to the communicator after the original message but it's still on. He's already furious, knowing that only one person is capable of this extreme level of bullshit. You know, the fact that he actually IS guilty of destroying property, disturbing the peace, assaulting innocent people, etc. is COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. ]

Iiiiizaaaayaaaaa....! [ He tries to stomp off only instead to be met with a loud snapping sound and a metal clang thanks to the ball and chain. ] HNN? What's this...


[ he bends down to try and pick the ball up. it must be ungodly heavy if he's having trouble with it. he only manages to pick it up a couple feet off the ground, verrrry slowly and with great effort before it drops down again. Probably for the best, it wouldn't have ended well if he threw it anyway. ] Damn...! II-ZAA-YAA!! As soon as I get out of here [ DRAG, DRAG, DRAG ] I'll kill you! Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill....!

[ the welcome basket is the first thing getting tossed :( ] Kill kill kill kill.....

[One of the things that Father used Envy for had been gathering information. Normally, the homunculus is pretty good at its task. That's proving rather difficult here. Looks like there's a way to have secure conversations. Most of this is beyond Envy's understanding at this moment. This stuff is just too advanced for Amestris, and Envy is having to resort to something it hasn't really had to do in a while: go to a library. Like it is going to ask help from a human or someone who might as well be one! It will try to figure this out on its own, thank you very much.

Though it isn't working so well. There's a pile of books just tossed aside into a pile. Doesn't look like there's much about this place, let alone how to work the little device still on the homunculus' head.]

Damn it!

[Toss! There goes another book. Envy doesn't care what gets damaged in the process. It rubs at its forehead, not bothering to hide any irritation. This is just a waste of time... What it can read it just doesn't completely get it. Envy is not the most patient. To prove this point, Envy punches the table, leaving quite an impressive mark in it!]

Going to have to do this another way.

[the video flicks on to show a thirteen year old boy in a hospital gown with casts around his left leg and arm, trying rather awkwardly to get up. After trying to get out of bed without noticing the restraining device, Lee has fallen onto the floor and accidentally turned on the communicator.]

Ooh - ouch - eh? This is on?

[....there's something metal around her ankle. That fact pierces through her disorienting haze, flinging her at whipcrack speed into panic. A panic that falters when flailing her limbs proves the metal to only be on one leg--and it's attached to a ball and chain, not a larger frame. Confusion is swift to replace the surge of adrenaline.

She's on the ground--on grass, and she has fingertips capable of feeling it. There are still rope burns on her wrists and ankles, blood on the arms of her jacket and large, hand shaped bruises beneath the fabric. Cybil's blood--it had been one of the men who'd dragged the police woman's body into the church who had dragged Sharon upright to watch the 'cleansing'....

It's a graveyard, but no church facade lurks in the background--just a large building, almost gleaming in its newness.

This isn't home. This isn't Silent Hill. This isn't her world.

...this isn't fair.]

[Without warning there’s a muffled jingle of metal, and the tail end of a despairing wail as Alessa clutches at her head.]--Mommy….!


(((OOC: Going to sleep now, I will tag all of you lovelies tomorrow~! :D)))

(((OOC: Catching up!)))