Conundrum.

[The word isn't said to anyone in particular but then Oz has never needed anyone around and listening to voice his opinion when he feels like it needs to be voiced. And this is most definitely a conundrum which means he's, very much characteristically, stating the obvious. There's nothing normal about finding yourself sitting on the floor with a chain clasped around your ankle to restrain you.]

Prison, huh? Controlled by an AI -- I'm gonna try not to focus on the creepy factor of that for now.

[And after a moment of surveying the ball and chain at his ankle... that he hadn't put on himself. Because really, he was no stranger to bondage.]

Interesting.

But hey, on the plus side that whole prevention of deteriorating faculties thing is good. We really don't want my faculties deteriorating. Leads to badness and possible heartburn.

Anyone seen a key laying around?



ooc: Backdated to earlier in the day.

[This is a placeholder for the daypost, since Acumen's player may not be around to write something up. If you were expecting a request, a yelling-at, etc, please consider it given. Assume it is a clear warm day!

Feel free to leave kiosk requests here.]

[Duo was hiding in the pizza place to get lunch. He'd been trying to avoid running into anyone crossdressing and offering chocolate. Valentine's stuff just wasn't his thing. He ordered a pizza, and sat down to wait, chugging a cola.]