[Angel is awake. He can't sleep and he's wandering through the various sectors. It's clear he's not hunting. There's a stoop to his shoulders and a lack of tension that indicates he's in more of a brooding mode.

Yup. Definitely deep brood mode and ridiculously late at night seems the perfect time for it. He's a bit lost in thought, entirely off his game and tied in knots. ]

[ooc: feel free to come up on him in any of the sectors. He's a broody boy because Buffy is gone]

( Kaworu is a thinky Angel. )

Well, this is interesting.

[The voice is high and soft for a male, obviously young. With a bit of fiddling, he switches on the video function - a handsome teenage face appears, with inhumanly pale skin and red eyes, framed by unkempt silver hair. Those who knew her may notice a marked resemblance to former inmate Rei Ayanami. The welcome basket sits ignored beside him - he hasn't connected its presence to his incarceration yet.

One corner of his mouth quirks upward in a lopsided smile.]

Have I offended you in some way, Old Men? Or - are Ikari and NERV behind this?

[Then the smirk is replaced by a petulant frown. If that's the case -]

At least let me speak to Shinji for a moment. That's not too much to ask, is it?

((ooc: for those who want to 'sense' his power, or who happen to prefer action, just indicate 'action' in the subject line. he's sitting in the park with a ball and chain around his ankle.))

[This may be the rudest awakening Mami's ever had. To her, she went to sleep for a few moments (or so she thinks,) woke up, walked back to her farm...

And someone's tried to torch it. Oh, there's proof of reconstruction (and it looks like there may be another farmer on the premises - she'd have appreciated a "hey, neighbor, I'm gonna move in,") and somehow the weather's colder than it should be, but... Someone. Tried. To. Torch. Her. Farm.

She can't quite keep the despair out of her voice as she cries into the communicator.]

...Who did this?! Who took a torch t' mah farm?! Ah don' remember doin' nothin' to anyone--- Why'd ye do this?!

[ The screen is greeted by an annoyed face. It's very annoyed. It's extremely annoyed. It's the face of a man exhausted and simultaneously struck with a great indignity indeed. ]

Whoever messed around with both my lunch and my room is in for it. Isn't the 'warden' supposed to keep it's precious inmates in relatively good health?

[ His scowl deepens, and his eyes narrow in mingled weariness and pain. ]

Where's the nearest first-aid station? I don't need a migraine on top of all this.

[Jack shoots up dramatically with a large gasp of breath. The pain from it immediately tells him that before this point, he had been dead. What happened last night?]

[He focuses on the device in front of his eyes and makes a small noise of excitement.] Oh~! What is this piece of work? It looks like some sort of communicator. [He pauses as he takes it off of his face and examines it.] This certainly isn't 21st century Earth technology...I'm not on a different planet...am I?

[Jack takes a long look around and sees that no, he is not on Earth anymore. At least...not a part of Earth he's ever been to.] It smells different too. [Sighs and shifts. It becomes quickly apparent that there's a ball and chain around his ankle then. He smirks at it a little.] So whoever kidnapped me has some sort of jail kink?

[He grins and looks over the message and list of crimes on his communicator. He also looks through the welcome basket for a while and snacks on the various little candies inside as he fiddles with the new device. Eventually he turns it onto Video. He figures that people should get a good view of his face, rather than his voice. Why would he ever be so secretive?]

Well hello, inmates! [The excited grin on his face gives the impression that he doesn't have a bullet popping out of his chest right now. You wouldn't ever guess that he just healed from a fatal gun-wound to the heart. Or that just a moment ago, in his own world, he was dead.] Captain Jack Harkness, at your service! Can anyone tell me where I can find some food in this place? [He's starving.]

[Alois opens his eyes, a grumpy expression abruptly taking over his features as he sits up. He aches! What the heck happened?! And secondly, where is this place? And where is Claude? ]

Ugh, what... Claude! .. Claude?!

[ He looks around, thoroughly confused as to where he is for a moment, before noticing a strange contraption over his eye. He stares at the words uncomprehendingly for a moment before making a face. The hell? What the heck is this? He shifts around, only to notice a ball and chain weighing his foot down. ]

...

[His eye twitches slightly, before he begins squinting somewhat, realizing there seems to be words on this contraption... over his eye... Huh.]

Ooh, what's this?~~~ Hm..

[He fumbles with it, successfully turning it on. Alois seems to be quite excited now. ]

Oiii! Claude! Are you there? .. Or maybe...

[He stops for a moment, his eyes widening.]

Aaaah~! Cieeeeel?! Are you here~? This seems like just the place you'd be~

[Yes, yes, he somehow came up with that conclusion. He pauses for a moment, before frowning. He still wants to know where Claude is. Where the heck did you nutcases put his butler? ]

[The voice that's about to come through is extremely excited. Ridiculously so. She's speaking quickly and as if something extraordinary has just happened.]

An underwater prison! I can't stop going glub glub over it, it's all very exciting! Of course there are less exciting parts to it [She pauses to play with the chain around her ankle, an action that can't be seen, but you can probably guess what she's doing if listening hard enough.] They reely know how to hook you in!

But! There is something a little...fishy about all of this. [Her voice doesn't give away if that was meant as a joke or not.]

[Swish, dip, splash.]

[Ryoji's up to his elbows in dish water -- unfortunately literally -- but that doesn't mean he can't say hello! The camera is propped up a bit away, and he'll grin at it disarmingly.]

As punishments go, this could be a lot more interactive! But I guess now that I'm a prisoner, I really shouldn't complain, right?

[Brief pause as he finishes scrubbing one plate and sets it to the side.]

I'm Ryoji Mochizuki. We're supposed to introduce ourselves, right? [Little laugh.] Since we're stuck here and all.

Oh? A prison? That's not very convenient. Well, the idea for a prison is not to be convenient, but still! I would've liked a little notice beforehand.

I mean, cherie still hasn't got any thumbs! It will be difficult for her to steer. Hopefully, the Auto-Pilot will keep functioning without me there.

[A pause. Then, the sound of someone humming to himself, as if thinking. And then a quiet sigh.]

Though, I wonder----this place hardly looks like a prison at all.

But, there are different types of prisons, qui? As they say, "a gilded cage is a cage nonetheless", pardon the cliche.

...

Ah, excuze-moi. I've let my thoughts get the best of me. I should say bonjour to everyone else that is here! My name is Waka, and I look forward to see what trials this prison might have in store for me~ ♥

[Alice is not looking happy here, and her red eyes are narrowed in a dangerous expression that should look totally out of place on a girl in pigtails. There's a distinct clink of a chain as she shifts slightly.]

Your Highnesses! If you are truly here, then answer me!

Where is N- Princess Nunnally? [She hesitates, but apparently steels her resolve. She's unworthy, but nonetheless devoted.] As her knight, I must know.

[Ryu has armed himself with blankets. He has one wrapped around his shoulders right now, and there's a few more in the background. He looks uncharacteristically grumpy.]

Is it really going to snow?

[This is clearly a Very Important Question.]

( .... )
...It looks like Sasuke-san went home.

...

I hope he's happy wherever he is now.

[reaches over to push the window open to let in some much-needed air and makes a surprised noise at the temperature outside] Hoe! It's really cold...when did it get so cold? But it was so warm yesterday!

[The video function is turned on, but seems to be fixed on the user's foot. The angle displays purple stockings, a red shoe, and a ball and chain wrapped around a skinny ankle. The voice that follows is clearly feminine.]

Get it off.

Please?

[Adrianna felt completely odd when she woke up in her room at the shelter: it seemed like she slept for months or longer. Also, she couldn't understand why her body was slightly in pain. Her head was a mess, physically and mentally, placing a hand on her forehead and noticing a big, healed bruise which it hurt a lot. Now, that was something scary: someone did this to her while sleeping, and the only thought made her feel very, very upset. Ade turned on her communicator, not so happy about this.]

[Video]

[Her angry face was evident and her tone voice sounded as a reproach, but she obviously didn't care about it.]

Okay... Who was the fucking jerk who did this to my forehead while I was sleeping!?

Good morning inmates. It is the 88th day of the third generation and newly processed criminals will be arriving over the course of the day.

A light snowfall will occur at mid-afternoon, and though temperatures will remain relatively unchanged for now, warmer and more weather appropriate clothing is recommended.

...This will be the last warning for certain parties to note that facility property is not to be destroyed, and that facility rules are not to be broken. You know who you are.

[It takes her a few minutes to find the name she had written down, amidst everything she had hastily shoved into one garbage bag.]

Uh -- Gino Weinberg, head of the Defense Force? I need to talk to you.



((OOC: This post is open, albeit with eventual hackable privacy filters being set up. Also, no guarantees on a warm reception, either; someone's in a mood.))