Good morning, inmates. It is the 108th day of the third generation. The weather will be clear today, and warm with light rain during the evening hours. The system's software update has been completed.

As I recently modified the sexual relations ban to allow for relations under accepted circumstances, I wish to make clear that ignoring the ban is completely unacceptable. As such, punishments for ignoring the ban will be more severe. Inmate Saki Konishi, I am certain you have noticed your restraint by now. It will deter physical contact for the duration of one week. Inmate C.C., as you continue to disregard the rules of this facility, you have been fitted with a restraint that will permanently prevent contact.

Inmate Nepeta Leijon, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

Well, damn. I know C.C.'s hot, but I didn't think you'd ever have sex, let alone with a girl. [whistle of amazement and then a laugh] At least I know you had a good time of it.

Oh, and C.C.? Sorry about the permanent ban. I'd kick him in the ass for you, but I don't think he has one. [At least now Dean knew never to have sex again. Shit]

((ooc: Please use this post to thread jack as much as you want! In fact, I'm pretty much encouraging it ^^))

[Caroline's sitting outside the convenience store, with a ton of shopping bags piled haphazardly around her. The pile they're making is towering over her, no lie.]

You know, I like vacation just as much as the next girl, but when you spend weeks shopping and doing nothing you kind of go crazy. I know I am. Which is hilarious, because I used to think that if I could shop forever I'd be the happiest person alive. What was that again - too much of a good thing really sucks? Because it really, really does.[Sighs, and casts a glance over her towering monstrosity of bags.]

How am I going to get all of this home?...

Bluuuuhhhhhhhh.

That was stupid. And it's all your fault, Terezi. But I'll still give you tea.

[Yeah, it might be easier to just wait for the bluhs to pass and purretend last night didn't happen, but she doesn't regret asking for a catdaddy. And she wants to talk. So.]

I got my teapots! Now I can have a purroper tea purrty. With red tea and Tannya and snacks~.

[Deep, steadying breath.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Euphemia li Britannia for those of you I haven't met. [It feels like she needs another one of those deep, steadying breaths now, but she charges onward with nothing but sincerity and concern in her voice.]

I wanted to apologize to all of you for the horrible, unspeakable things I've said and done since I returned. I just want you to know I don't wish anyone harm, and I don't think any less of the Japanese. [She pauses here. It's hard to say all this with the way she is still fighting the geass back. Cross' sorcery had lessened the effect, but it hadn't removed it completely. It just made it manageable. Controllable.] I understand that I'll need to show this through my future actions as well as my words. If there is anything I can do to make amends, please don't hesitate to tell me.

I don't want to take up any more of your time. Thank you for listening, and once again. I'm deeply, deeply sorry to everyone and especially to those I threatened individually and Orihime.

[She hesitates a moment as if there is more she wants to say, but finally completes her broadcast with a soft click.]

[It was early, but that was fine. Ashura had had trouble sleeping anyways. He was usually not scared of the dark, but in the recent days he had been plagued by memories. In the darkness he had seen those things made real, at least to his mind. It made for not much sleep and stress, though he hid it well enough, he thought.

And the best way to work through stress? Just that - work through it.

So he was at the beach, the waters licking at his bare feet, his sword in hand. It had cost him to summon it, with Acumen's restrictions being what they were (or, well, they were Sentience's originally, but Acumen had not seen fit to change them), but that was fine. He needed it. Maybe being bone weary would make sleep possible - tolerable.

Licking his lips, tasting the false salt in the spray of water, he raised his blade and began the dance of death he had danced so many times before, so many nights, though they had not been as dark as the one last night. His blade arched like a rainbow through the air, his limbs thrusting and kicking in balance with the blade, an assault of deadly beauty. Everything was liquid, and yet precise, his breathing even and calm to counter the swift movements.

And then his eyes glowed, the pupils a cat-like slit, and fire burst to life, tracing lines through the air from his blade, his fingers, his very will. They swirled and snapped like dragons, cracking like whips as they ate the air, hissing as they beat against the water. Rage, pain, frustration, his own fears - it came out in those flames, everything until there was nothing left and he stood amidst a circle of kicked up sand, sweating and struggling to keep his calm breathing.]


[ooc: poke him in the action or in the voice. your choice]

[Someone's up early this morning. He wants to run, but human legs aren't really what he feels like running with - he'd get tired out too easily.]

[Tobias runs through his mental list of options, and picks one, making sure no one's going to approach him mid-morph. Once he's sure the coast is clear, he lands, and morphs, sticking his head through his communicator so that it goes around his neck. He'll have to be careful about the time, but a quick run won't hurt.]

[So there is now a German Shepherd dashing around the park with a communicator around his neck, running as fast as his legs can take him. He stops every so often to pant, but then goes back to running.]

[Revive is at the Defense Force Headquarters. There isn't much do at this moment so he is sitting at the desk, watching to see if there anything that needs to be responded to. No, there isn't and even he's getting rather bored of staring at the computer.

At the very least at the same time he could check the security systems that he had installed. It would have been so much easier if he had had his quantum brainwaves.]

So who was the genius that took the bag marked Do Not Touch outta the kitchen freezer? I know one of you took it 'cause you left the damn bag on the counter! ...Those were mine, damnit! [ Those Topsicles were going to be his breakfast! ]

When I get my hands on you, you're gonna be sorry.