-- gah ?!

[ The flashing lights through his eyelids jolts him awake from a fitful sleep. For a minute, he thinks that a portal has opened again to swallow him, and take him back to the crystal caverns of Tanzania, only to remind himself that he was on the flight home back to Japan.

But last he checked, he was on a plane. In his sleepiness, it took a moment for the prison's welcome message to register, as he was half-expecting a flight attendant to tell them that there was some turbulence and that they had to fasten their seat belts. But the turbulence turned out to be the pounding bass of a dance track, the cushion he was resting on is a leather couch instead of the plane's seats, and the darkness was no emergency light shutdown of a plane, but the flickering strobe lights of a Club.

The welcome message just swam through his eyes. He knew the words, but they do not make sense to him. Not yet. And so fumbling with the buttons, he opens the communication channels -- ]

H-Hello? Shuu? This isn't funny-- Touma? Seiji? Shin?

Damn, don't tell me this is another stunt from --

[ He then rises from his seat, and realizes the presence of the restraint. And more to himself than anyone --]

I have got to get the hell out of here.

[-- who knows if the others were captured into this Marina prison too... ]


(( OOC: Catch him in the Club, or on his way out~ ))

[When the video feed turns on, it shows a teenage boy. He seems to be fine, despite finding himself in an unfamiliar environment. Of course, that's just on the surface.]

So this is prison? Ahahah... [It’s a nervous laugh, an attempt to calm his nerves.] I guess I can understand why, when I think about it. But it’s still feel rather surreal to me...

So, uh, hi! I’m Atsuro Kihara, I’m from Tokyo and, as you probably can tell already, I’m new around here. I already read the welcoming material, which is a great help. But...

[A slight pause, before he continued.] I’m wondering, but is there anyone here that knows me from Tokyo? If you guys are here...let me know, okay?

...I read that we're replaced by a version of ourselves from another world in the brochure. Won't anyone notice that version's absence from their world? Or is their world's time just...stopped while they're taking our places?

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!

[Rogue has read all the brochures and she understands what's going on here. She comes from a world where there are factions of people who would imprison mutants just because they're mutants. She's got her cloak on but the hood is pushed back. As one might expect, she looks a little distressed, perhaps because she's imprisoned but perhaps not exactly. She is chained and working in Sector 1.]


I get some of the reasons I'm here but you don't understand. I didn't have a choice that time. It ain't like I ever wanted anyone hurt.

Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]

( Action; Early Morning )



( Action; Mid-Morning )



[Voice; Late Morning]

[Fun with buttons! Not with any real intent but trying to figure out how the communicator works, Zoro turns it on in a fit of frustration. He's already screamed and yelled, and been lost for hours now. It's been to avail finding his crewmates... or even a way out. Just the walls of the dome. He's really not a happy camper right now. Lost, crewless, shipless, swordless... it's a bad combination for Zoro's mood. ]

...The hell does this thing work? Tch... couldn't just use a Den Den Mushi and be done with it?

[And as he realizes this thing is working, he mind goes into its one-track mode. If he's here, the rest of the crew must be too, right? Without even addressing who he's looking for. Good job, Zoro.]

Oi, oi! Where the hell did you all get lost to? Let's get movin'. I don't care what this stupid thing says, we've got things to do. Like get our crap and get the hell out of here.

[With that, the feed cuts.]

(ooc: Feel free to run into him at any of these points! Just specify the time and/or location in the subject!)

[there is a young man in plate mail armor standing outside the ice cream parlor, looking more than a little frustrated as he sits at an outdoor table, reading his pamphlet. when he finally has read all that there is to read, he manages to get to his feet and toggle the video function on. he might look a little like Guy if you've met him, but his expression is contained, reserved]


Greetings, everyone. I'm-- My name is Flynn Scifo. [conscientiously leaving off all titles, etc. he isn't sure what kinds of people could be here, and he may well be alone] I've read this pamphlet, and I appreciate the information within, although of course I find it -- a little hard to believe.

Am I to to understand that there are people here who have crimes committed in the line of duty, or to protect others, and who are still being arrested as criminals?

And-- if anyone knows of a way I can seek to correct my list of crimes, I would appreciate it. [he sounds somewhat put-upon] I realize that it won't make any difference, but all the same, I would like it to be known that I most certainly have never poisoned anyone. [mortally offended right now]

[Someone wasn't too keen on this whole communicator idea just yet. Starting from Sector 0, Gin will be working his way around each sector (with restraints), looking for Don Krieg. You will know this whether you like it or not because he will be occasionally calling out his name. Help a pirate out/tell him to shut up?]

[... At long last, after two days of impatiently waiting, she had in her hands Kaito's skateboard. Acumen had actually did it, and Gazelle was really excited! So right now, she headed straight home, jumping up the flights of stairs with her AT to save time and easily opening the apartment door with a wide swing.]

Kaito, Kaito, I'm back!? [At the very same time she calls him, she moves the skateboard behind her back, holding it there with both hands to hide it until she was ready to surprise him with it. Having heard no quick response, Gazelle moves carefully across the floor to look around to see if Kaito was there or not.]

[Karen's at the beach this morning, sitting in the sand and taking in the sunlight (artificial though it might be). Beaches were a little hard to come by in Tokyo so she's taking the opportunity now while she has it.

She's building a sandcastle, or rather, she's piling sand into a loose geometric structure, all the while enjoying the feeling of sand slipping through her fingers.]

[This morning, Ushiro can be found at the athletic center. This isn't all that unusual, except that he's in swim trunks, no glasses on, staring at the pool. He can swim, of course, but he just feels so awkward doing it.]

[He looks down at himself again. He's so damn skinny. He doesn't like it all that much - it's not an unhealthy kind of skinny, and he wouldn't want to be fat, but he's got no real muscle. Not like some of the others.]

[He sits down at the shallow end of the pool, dipping his feet into the water. The only way he's going to get more muscle is if he exercises, right? But what if someone sees him? He'd look like an idiot.]

[To start swimming or not to start swimming...]

[Tear's been awake and listening to the network for some moments before speaking up herself, piecing the current situation together while sorting out the meshed memories of where she really was last, the conflicting recent events of here and home-- home being extremely concerning. Her voice is composed though, if a bit quiet; hard to guess she's trying to push down that lovely headache and general motion sickness feeling]

I believe I can now emphasize with inmates who have the issue of being brought here at the wrong moment. A little more time before having to return would have been appreciated-- as well as a more appropriate place to arrive.

[There are worse places than the beach. Unless one happened to be in the path of the incoming surf before waking up, and then it's not so great] But I suppose I should at least be grateful that it's warm out. The water would be worse in winter weather.

[Getting up sends her head spinning and she has to pause, but dizziness be dammed, she won't be just sitting around in damp uniform all day. So first things first: the clothing store, it's closer than the shelter. And ideally, someone at least half-way trustworthy will respond while she walks, so she can ask for an accurate report of whatever events and get caught up. As she dusts some of the sand off of her, she idly realizes that the Colonel almost doesn't fit that criteria. --If he's even still present]


[[ooc: Catch her at the beach, or on her way to the store if you want action /o/ jsyk I'll be tagging sparingly until later]]

[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?

[Video]

[Did anyone miss Minako? Because she's back - appearing on the feed. But something's a little different... Instead of exuding an aura of quiet intelligence with a confident, cheery and charismatic disposition, she might look a little unsure right now.]

Uhm. Hello? [is this working right? I've pressed the buttons the same way it indicated and all...]

I think there must be some kind of mistake - I've never attacked anyone or caused any form of damage to property. I wasn't transferring because I was kicked out of my previous school or anything like that!...

[If anything, though, she looks vaguely as if she is still in the middle of recovering from the shock of suddenly being brought here, and so briefly after arriving on Tatsumi Port Island. She takes a deep breath, and pauses a moment, before speaking again, sounding a little more certain this time.]

Where can I talk to this... 'Acumen' about this?

[Action]

[If you're walking about somewhere in the dome, you might just spot a certain redhead wandering about, carrying a welcome basket with her, clearly indicating that she's new in the dome.]

[She might just look pretty lost right now, even with the brochure clearly depicting the map of the dome, tucked nicely into the basket.]

[Point her somewhere, like the Shelter? Troll her? Give her a hug? That's completely up to you~]

[Rapunzel feels like she's running late, but not by much. Getting distracted by new people can do that. She feels bad though. She hopes that Suzaku won't be upset with her. She'll make sure the office is extra shiny today to make up for it.

She hurries into the Defense Force headquarters with two baskets on her arms. One of oatmeal-scotch cookies and the other of various muffins--blueberry, pumpkin, raspberry, chocolate chip. As soon as she's done setting them out--and making a new pot of coffee that is nice and drinkable--she gets to cleaning up, dusting, sweeping, wiping down the surfaces that look like too many fingers have touched them since the day before.

Anyone who enters the DF might stumble over her long, thick trail of hair, but she'll get it out of your way as soon as possible! And if she bursts into song, it's really just her way of passing the time.]

{OOC: Rapunzel can be ran into right outside of the DF HQ or inside while she cleans up.}

[this feed begins with a rather determined looking face, belonging to a rather determined girl. she's in front of the koi ponds, seated nicely on one of the rocks.

did I mention she looks determined?]

From what I understand, many people here have been wrongfully convicted. It is one thing to convict a Princess of a country with little warning--but it is another thing entirely to convict several innocent citizens with no prior trial.

There are circumstances concerning our crimes. Sometimes they are a necessity. It is for this very reason that one cannot simply take things into their own hands, deciding the fate of so many people on their own! If people wish to be tried and participate in your punishment, then it should be an option that is presented to them. A choice.

Acumen--I speak to you, personally--these actions are unjust. I ask you to see your wrongs, and cease this behavior!

[she pauses here, looking less determined and more calm.]

To the people who are here--thank you for both the pamphlet and the welcoming basket. They were extremely helpful. If there is any way I can assist here, please, do not hesitate to inform me.

[and with that, the video finishes. she sighs, a bit shakily, looking to the koi pond behind her.

how the heck did she end up in *prison* of all places.]

[The screen is turned on to show a white ‘creature’ staring down at it. What exactly that creature is... Part rabbit? Part pork bun? Some genetic mutation? None of the above.]

Hey! Hey! Listen up! Somebody's got things all wrong! Mokona's not a criminal!

[Mokona’s little arms are crossed and there is a slight glare, although Mokona really isn’t that threatening looking although Mokona is trying to be.]

Mokona didn't travel, but Mokona woke up here! But Mokona doesn't remember how Mokona got to this place. And Mokona shouldn't be here. Kurogane was happy to share his food with Mokona so it wasn't stealing! And Mokona only wriggles around inside people's clothing because that's how Mokona communicates!

[An angry little noise.] Is this because Mokona is so popular? Mokona shouldn't be locked up because of that! And where’s Fay and Kurogane and everyone else? Iyaaaa. Did they get locked up too? Kuro-puu is a monster sometimes and s~c~a~r~y but Mokona doesn't think that he should be locked up either.

[A small noise.] Puu! And Mokona was being good and waiting for Syaoran to come back, but everything has changed again, and Mokona doesn’t think it is another dream world… but Mokona also senses a lot of strange things here…

[Action | Open]
( To those wandering the park )

[Video | Open]
[Have a good view of Ed leaning really close to the camera and laughing, scarf haphazardly thrown over the shoulder and a pair of goggles draped around the child’s neck.]

Oopsies, looks like Ed got caught huh~

Acumen, Artifical Inteligence construct, I wonder if that means that he’s like MPU? I know! Ed will call you Acu for short, it’s so much cooler! So what’s it like? Does Ed have to do hard time? Was there a bounty on Edward? Who go it? Does Ed have to go by inmate 112058 now?

[There a sound of Ed’s stomach growling, so she starts digging through her basket now.]

Foody, food, food do you have any? Yes you don't? No you do? [Suddenly there is a squeal holding up a pack triumphantly and falls backwards.] COOKIES! Cookies for Edward!