[This.

Is.

Humiliating.

Firstborn of Father, assigned to scrub toilets. To clean up the mess of filthy humans and their waste.

Pride knew better than to simply walk off or avoid working by now, with those guard 'bots' watching over him and the other restrained inmates to keep them in line. Those electric shocks they administered weren't all that damaging to his container, but it rather annoying nonetheless.

At least he managed to get cleaned up last night, and picked up some new clothes to replace those torn and sullied in the battle before arriving here. If there was one thing that was important, it was keeping up his appearance. A rather boring form compared to his true one, but he still had some pride in his container's appearance built up over centuries of maintaining it. It was the container gifted to him by Father after all. Though at the moment his otherwise impeccable outfit was lacking the jacket and had the sleeves rolled up, plus a pink apron over his front and matching handkerchief on his head.

Still, the thought of having to do this routine another day does not sit well with him. Aren't these bots or humans supposed to take care of this kind of menial work? He has better things to do.

For the moment he's going with it, though, scrubbing away with a toilet brush, waiting for his future freedom.]

((OOC: Chain gang work post. Feel free to tag~))

Who: Neil Dylandy (Lockon Stratos), and Tieria Erde
When: Noon, Day 65 (after soccer practice)
Where: Sector 5, Pizza Shop
Warnings: None! (Unless there is a rating for "Cute".)

( [Action | Closed] )

[Private to Ashura and Sakamoto]

Ashura-san, Sakamoto-san - I would like to begin my combat training as soon as possible. Are you still available to train me?

[ Making a snack for herself in the kitchen at the house -- a tomato sandwich (you see why Lelouch cooks) -- and some left over vegetables from earlier in the week. Week? Last seven days, then. Beagle is right at her ankle, staring up at her. She looks down at him and sticks out her tongue. ]

No, you can't have it.

[ Then she wanders around the kitchen in a white button down shirt and panties, eating her sandwich. Around a mouthful, she recites, thoughtfully: ]

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

[ Pauses, trying to remember the words ]

If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

[ Continues munching on the sandwich. ]


((ooc: Poem is "Bird on a Wire" by Leonard Cohen. What, she goes to the library sometimes!))

...Okay, hospital food officially sucks.

[Evening, Marina.] Well, I guess since I'm stuck here...

'It lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth.'

What is it?

[Though she had set out to make something more complicated for lunch, the dish did not end up meeting her expectations. Tossing the unrecognizable, burnt mess out, she settled on something she knew she could handle: grilled cheese sandwiches. By the time they were done, it was way past lunch time and Hiling was starving. It was such a nice day, she decided it would be fun to eat outside, so she stuffed her sandwiches and a bottle of water in a bag and headed for the park. She hoped the lingering smell of burnt food would dissipate by the time Ribbons returned home.

On the way, she found a patch of daisies. There were so many, Hiling was sure nobody would notice, so she picked a handful. Setting her small bouquet to the side, she settled beneath a tree and enjoyed her late lunch. Her communicator was tucked away in case she needed it, but for now, she just wanted to relax.]

[She didn't sleep too long, just enough to recharge really and then she's out patrolling the prison, moving from one sector to another. She finds herself on the outskirts of sector one where she watches the robots cleaning up and rebuilding for a little while. They work fast. She'll give them that.]

[She voices the question to the prison at large, but it's still a little absently.] What kind of punishment do you think someone would get for taking apart one of the robots? [The collar could be worse, but she can't stand the sort of confinement that comes with losing her powers. Especially not for a passing fancy.]


((OOC: Feel free to encounter her anywhere really.))

[After his encounter with Conrad and Yuuri, there's another person Wolfram has yet to meet. As he walks hastily through Sector 0's halls, the blond hopes that the spy could be more informative or know more about his disappearance than his brother or their useless king.

Conrad had told him Josak was alright, but last time he had seen the redhead they were both sick. Of course he's worried.

Finally reaching their room, Wolfram doesn't even bother to knock the door, he just opens it with a slam.] Josak! Are you here?

[Allen has a deck of cards and he is verrrrry happy, casually shuffling them as he heads down the hall with Lavi. True to his words, he effortlessly finds Jun's door and knocks politely before entering, with a bright smile.]

Namaste~ [cheerful]

[The video is a little shaky as it comes on, as the person operating it had to remove the headset in order to figure it out. But then a young girl comes into view, short black hair and red eyes and a friendly, if nervous, smile. Some might recognize her as the girl with long hair, no memory and very little vocabulary that was wandering around for a week.]

H-hello. [Apparently, she can talk now!] I wanted to say thanks to everyone who tried to help me... Josak, Cain, Kitty, Duo, and... [a shift in her smile] and Li.

My name is -- is Saya, by the way. Saya Otonashi. [her expression falters] At least, that's what Acumen says.

[Smiling again!] Anyway, it's nice to meet everyone!

[It's dinner time at the Shibuya residence! The table is set. The ramen is steaming. And there are plenty of chairs just in case. Such a a big, slightly odd family.]

[There's also definitely no dinner date going on because that would be weird.]


((OOC: Open to anyone living with Jennifer and anyone that anyone living with Jennifer might have invited to dinner or anyone who would just drop in. Everyone just tag at any point before, during, or after dinner rather than having one massive thread.))