[the first thing that is heard when the video switches on is a loud scream of rage and the welcome basket is flying up and through the air to vanish out of sight]

IZYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[growl pant huff and despite screaming he still has the cigarette clamped between his teeth.] I KNOW YOU'RE INVOLVED YOU FLEA! SHOW YOURSELF! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!


[This is followed by him trying to rip apart his restraint, oddly enough straining just to pick it up a little as he chants....] killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillKILLKILLKILL....

( action/not open to anyone. it's just here. without meaning. )

Now listen up. Zinda here didn't survive the war and all those crazy missions that are too classified for me to blab about just to end up in a prison. I've put my life on the line so e'reybody else could be free and go about their dandy time. And I get stuck in an underwater prison.

If King Shark's around here, tell him I'm gonna bust his front teeth in for messin' with me. This stuff would be right up his little old alley.

First boy to get this thing off my leg gets a kiss! On the cheek- don't get too excited, though we might be able to work somethin' out if you're charming and a good ol' boy.

This-- Though we hadn't left that place yet... How?

[Kamui... Subaru can't help but frown.] It's impossible for me to have moved on without him.

Are you here?

[For a long moment, he doesn't say more, merely tries to adjust the device, unknowing that it was already recording his voice. Subaru figures it out though, despite not being too familiar with such things, and his voice is just a little sharp, but firm.]

Excuse me, to anyone that might be able to hear this. [A pause.] My name is Subaru.

There is someone here that I need to find immediately. If at all possible, I would... appreciate any assistance in doing so.

[He doesn't usually swear as badly as he is right now. Nor does he feel nearly as calm as his flat, dangerously brittle expression suggesting. One minute, he was in the airport, about to board his first class flight back to Germany, and now, he's here. He's read the... the message on the thing attached to his head, impatiently and thoroughly scoured the contents of a pamphlet someone put in some sort of basket as though to console him (the nerve), and now he wants answers.]

What the hell is going on?

[Now his composure is starting to crack. A criminal--ironic how that accusation has plagued him for most of his career. What he's concerned about is the fact that he was apparently drugged and locked up somewhere. He doesn't believe he's under the ocean, because that's ludicrous. No, there is a simple (or not so simple), logical explanation for all of this, and he's going to get some answers now. He's unaware of the video being toggled on, or much less how to toggle it off.]

[Say, for one moment, he entertains this idea that all of this is real (which it is NOT). He has been removed from his time-line? By some sentient robot?]

[Now his knees are weak. He has to sit down. His breathing is harsh and he looks like he's not sure whether he wants to start raging, or just sort of break down. It's a little sad. Clearly he's fighting to keep himself composed, however, and with a few deep breaths, he calms. He's been in worse situations than this, and his first course of action is to demand his right to a fair trial.]

...Is anyone there? [warily]

[Welcome message has been read, somewhat processed and now comes the reaction time]

I think you've got the wrong slayer. I'm Buffy [Significant pause]

The blonde one [Another significant pause]

You know...the good one?

[Oh and there's a nose scrunch and her 'uh oh well I might have done something wrong' look]

Is this about Sunnydale? Because the town was full of vampi-asbestos. And okay it sort of destroyed the mall and that's definitely on the side of bad but everyone had already left...because of the asbestos.

...Are you sure you're not some freaky deaky demon sealed in a book by monks a hundred years ago because been there, done that and this doesn't look good for you.

[ This is Kanji's face, scowling at the camera. Good to look tough in prison, right? Even if your prison was decked out with more sights than all of Inaba. ] What's this bullshit about a life sentence? I haven't even had a damn trial, and you're sayin' I have no choice but to deal with it?

So I've had had a couple of misdemeanors, there's no way that shit like skipping school's makes me more of a criminal! And I didn't bully anyone, damn it! [ See Kanji's fist. See Kanji's fist dent the wall in frustration. ]

Hey back off, you stinkin' tin can-- [ Kicking a bot over with the heel of his shoe. ] I'll punch whatever the hell I want to!

[ Muttering ] What kind of prison has a beach, anyway?

Hmmmmmm~! [Not even remotely flustered.] I see how it is now.

[There's a rustle of the pamphlet in the background, and he chuckles to himself.] How charitable of you, providing this data so freely.

Alternate universes, artificial intelligences, and complimentary snacks, is it? This is just fascinating.

[The picture of a short, black haired girl in a black kimono appears on the screen. From the blood and dirt covering her clothes it is rather obvious that she’s just come from a pretty bad fight, though she isn’t in any pain at the moment.]

My name is Rukia Kuchiki, I’m part of the 13th squad of the Gotei 13 under Captain Jūshirō Ukitake. Before arriving here I had been trying to get to a friend of mine, Inoue Orihime. If anyone is familiar with that name- please respond to this immediately.

And if there is any way to get this restraint removed I would like to know what that method is, as well.

That was trippy

[ A moment of silence passed before the sound of his throat being cleared could be heard.] How did I get back here? I swear I was just at the gardens...

Oh well, I guess I had to much to drink last night...Wait did I drink?

[ Another quite moment] Oh god I'm broadcasting...and rambling.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 101st day of the third generation and today more inmates will be integrated into the prison. It is a rather large group, but I will attempt to minimize the disruption, as always.

I am certain that most of you are already aware of the behavioral changes experienced by some during the ball last night, and the cause due to the public admission immediately afterwards. However, when a large portion of the population is affected and privacy is not a concern, I try to provide inmates with information regardless of whether it is a serious incident or not. The altering of inmate personalities was indeed nothing but a harmless joke orchestrated by the Engineers to add to the celebration, just as they have said. There will be no lasting mental effects, and any physical injuries taken will heal. I would advise putting it out of your mind.

Inmate Mako Nakarai, the materials for the memorial you requested is ready. You may see a remote unit at the entrance to Sector 0 when you wish to begin. Inmate Eridan Ampora, the remodeling work has been completed and you are free to begin construction.

...As a reminder to all inmates, sexual intercourse is still forbidden until my review of the prohibition is concluded. Inmates Neil Dylandy and Lacus Clyne, please consider yourselves especially reminded.

[A puzzled boy's face appears on the video feed.] Ah...! [He got it to work!] This is a jail...right...? It doesn't look very much like a jail...it seems more like a city...at least the ball and chain is realistic... [Frowns softly and tilts his head.]

...

Well...! My name is Yuki... [Dazzling smile is dazzling.] It is very nice to meet all of you...I hope we can get along...

[The only reason he isn't freaking out and asking so many questions is because he has already been reviewing notes and pamphlets. He also listened to other newcomers and their responses to the situation. He's a little bit shocked...but trying to keep his calm.]

Can someone direct me towards my living quarters...? [First survival tactic: Find shelter.]

[The video feed turns on to reveal a young, dark-haired man staring at the screen. He has one brown eye and a plain, featureless glass one, and he smiles pleasantly at the camera.] A prison, hm? [His tone is one of amusement.] I've seen a lot of different places in my travels, but this... Well, an underwater dome is certainly impressive. I wouldn't have thought I would find myself in side a place such a this.

[He pauses for a moment before continuing.] It's unique, but I suppose billions of gallons of water are more effective than walls of any height or thickness. Which brings me to my next question: what is the best way to get in touch with those in charge of this facility?

[there is a terrified redheaded girl on your screen who looks a little bit like the world is ending and sounds just as distressed. she's still wearing her pyjamas, and is gesturing a little as she speaks.]

I know I jumped the turnstile at the subway, but if I didn't I was going to miss the train and I swiped my card twice the next day to make up for it, and I know I didn't tell my dad right away but when I did he promised it was alright and we made sure I was punished for it! I don't think I've ever tortured anyone and I've even worked with the police before, so-- so--

--I don't understand why I'm in trouble now! [she stares at the screen for a moment longer, clearly distressed by all this.]

I-- is there any way to leave? I have a math test tomorrow and I have to finish studying for it!

[ his hands are shaking as he leaps across rooftops, pausing here and there to use scent and senses to find him. he'll be restrained. he can do it this time.

he can kill this Hunter. and the alternate will never catch Subaru. ever. he'll be safe.

he lights on a lamp post in Sector 3 and glances around, claws already out--

there. ]