...is it over?

[The Engineers sound kind of tired right now. In fact, that female voice just now sounded hoarse. Probably because...]

This has been the best day ever. In -- in the history of our system!

Yes, yes! [A brief bit of renewed giggling as they consider it.]

You all should have seen yourselves at the dance party. I think -- I think I hurt myself laughing.

It-- it was really the best.

What a wonderful change of pace! And the pizza? That was inspired.

Can this one stay in charge?

[--then, more laughter.]

Um... hello? What is this place and why did this... Ak-yoo-men person bring me here? And why do I have this ball attached to my ankle? It's heavy...

I want to go home. I miss my mommy and daddy...

[The video clicks on to a...Bike helmet? It also appears that the wearer of this helmet is holding the communicator, and pressing buttons in what might be a frantic manner. And then the video clicks off, followed shortly by texting.]

Where is this? Some sort of prison...It's aliens, isn't it? We're imprisoned by aliens, aren't we?

[THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE. D:]

[Murmuring to himself as he sits in a building full of puppies and kittens and...is that a dragon?] Okay, I've been in a lot of strange situations, but this is the first time it came with a brochure.

[He thumbs through it again, trying to figure out who might be toying with him. A real trickster this time? The ball and chain seem real enough though, so he decides it's best to just play along for now until he can find Dean figure out what kind of illusion or delusion he's in.]

[He hits the button on his communicator to broadcast.]

Uh, hi. [Pauses awkwardly, not sure what to say or who he is really addressing.]

I guess this makes me the new kid on the cell block. [More pausing, more awkward. He's not really funny. Let's just get to the point.] Dean? Cas? Bobby?

( He's positive this was not how it's supposed to go )

Ummm…..I’m not sure whose game this is, and I’m sure it’s a lot of fun, but I need to get back. Need to build up my friend’s hive and, uh, get my hive moved before the meteor lands on it. It’s pretty important. [He looks down again at the ball and chain attached to his ankle.]….that’s just excessive.

[ There’s the hum of static over the communicator before the audio turns on, with the sound of someone breathing heavily on the other end. After a moment or two, however, the voice of a young girl rings out. She sounds frightened, and she’s just mumbling to herself for a second. ] Hey, what are you talking about...? This can't possibly be true... I won't believe it...

[ The video turns on now, to show a young girl with strikingly green hair and green eyes. ] Satoshi? Satoshi? Are you there? [ Sounds hopeful, and has an almost smile on her face. But it falters almost immediately, to be replaced with an undoubtedly angry look. Sounding furious, ] No. That isn't possible... Satoshi never did anything wrong.

--This can't be possible. I can't be in prison. You're lying. I won't believe you.

( When did he become so weak? )


{OOC: Warning. This post contains graphic, disturbing, and possibly upsetting details of someone suffering from a terminal illess near death. Please do not read if those things cause you undue stress. Itachi is not dead yet. Just unconscious.}

[She's already bored of the arcade. There are only so many rounds of DDR a girl can go, after all.]

[Well, that, and--this place is fun, but it's not home. It's not even Ibekukuro or Ginza. Staring up and out now, eyes wide and perhaps a bit more blue than usual, watery. Not that she's afraid, though. No, not in a new adventure like this. Being afraid is for--other people.]

I'm bored. [Almost a whine, but not quite. Shoulders rise. Fine, DDR. You win.]

[Man, she feels like she has been sleeping for a long time. Last thing she was doing was spending time with Ciel, Sebastian, and Soma, which Lizzie suddenly become his "little sister", which she has no problems with! She wiggled herself up and is sitting on her knees, her dress spread out on the floor slightly. After looking around......]

[She remembers this place! Despite it being a prison, there was good people here and she made friends. Her crimes are also still the same. Would they remember her? Lizzie turned on her communicator, as how she slightly remembers it. She and the camera looked back at each other, until she gave a smile.]

Marina? [Pause. It's a little awkward...]

Um, hello! I apologize, but I don't really have much to say right now besides i'm back, I suppose? [Laughs a little.]

So... Yesterday wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

It was still strange though.

[Several minutes have already been spent fiddling with the new Present wrapped around His majestic face. He has discerned that it has several functions, and that it is indeed a present, likely from a fan. This new katamari, on the other hand, He has been rolling at it for some time, now, and nothing has stuck just yet.] How peculiar. This katamari seems to be broken.

[Those who care are treated to His regal face dispassionately examining his ball, rolling it around with his hands, His feet, whatever will push it.] This katamari is broken, We recommend replacing it. Perhaps it is because the bumps have fallen off. It is too smooth, too sinister. [Then, He notices the chain.] Is this another new-rule katamari? A pulling katamari! How novel!

[He then begins walking in slow circles, humming a jaunty tune about the majesty of the glorious turtle to those who care to listen. The King is assured that eventually, something will stick. So far, nothing has, much to the very tall man's chagrin.]

Good morning inmates. It is the 74th day of the third generation.

I am finally online once more, and will be reviewing the system over the next few days to ensure that everything is once again functioning as it should be after the security breach. Inmate GIR will be restrained in a suitable manner. All food and goods imported yesterday will be removed over the course of the day; the kitchen area will be fully restocked come afternoon, with the convenience store, pizza shop, and ramen stand by nightfall. Unfortunately, restocking of the refrigerated blood will not be until tomorrow. Despite this, the integration of new arrivals today will proceed as normal.

I apologize for the events yesterday, inmates. The previous A.I. had supposedly upgraded the security protocol to prevent such an infestation from being successful, however...

[A few beats]

...Princess Zelda, I have your request waiting for you at the entrance to Sector 0.

*An image shows a newcomer peering interestedly at his surroundings. When he speaks, his voice is pleasant sounding.*

Hey, this old man's got a question. *That seems odd considering he looks like a rather brawny Celtic swordsman wearing a baldric, a leather fighting skirt and greaves.*

I know I got at all information from Acumen, but I didn't hear which Root Town this was. *murmurs to himself* Can't be a new Net Slum, it looks too nice.

*He recalls hearing something about crimes but maybe it was some kind of prank?*

[It had been days since Miranda slept so long, but standing on her feet and dancing and all the stress of the day before had been helpful in pushing her into a deep slumber. When she does finally awaken that morning, she is drowsy and unfocus when she reaches for her communicator and puts it on to hear the morning announcements--

--Only to realize something is touching her. Something is rubbing itself against her--]

AHHH! Wh-Wh-What are you d-doing?! S-STOP!

[There is distant giggling. Loud, high-pitched, echoing giggling. And then sound of something crashing into a solid surface--hard and metalic.]

{OOC: Please do not be alarmed. It's just GIR.}

[ She smashes the communicator against the closest solid object on hand (in this case the wall of someone's house) hard enough to turn it on, but gently enough so that it doesn't break into utter pieces in her hand. Her voice comes over the line high-pitched and angry. Not surprising for a new prisoner! ]

So -- this is it huh? This is what you've decided Misato-san? This is the decision all you NERV bastards came up with? Just because my synchro rate - just because - Oh! I get it. [ She adopts a high-pitched, mocking tone. ]

We don't need the Second Children because we have the perfect, obedient, pathetic First Children and Shinji the Hero! So lucky Asuka! You don't need to break your back saving humanity now that Shinji and Ayanami are here! And I completely agree. Who the fuck wants to work with those two dweebs? You can all go get massacred by those damn Angels for all I care. Go die and do it fast you [ and here Asuka kicks the basket ] BASTARDS!

[Opens his unveiled eye and the first thing he sees is a message. This is very startling for someone who was just plucked out of the nineteenth century. Not to mention that he;s half asleep.]

[He stares at the message for a second and then gets up slowly and takes the device off his eye so he can see the world around him.] Where is this...? [Brows knit a little.]

[After a moment of fiddling, he turns the video setting to on.]

I demand to know where I am, right now.

[After a pause.] Also, where's my butler?

[Ciel Phantomhive is not happy.]