[he doesn't know until he gets home from the "sterilization", sneaking in and hoping that the girls won't notice he's been gone. he's keeping his distance from Suzaku, trying to -- appear nonchalant about this whole thing, but his mind is whirring constantly with unceasing petty anxieties. he's not going to follow me up, is he? why doesn't he have a defense force shift? what good are they if they don't keep him busy?! does he want to do it now? I haven't brushed my teeth. the girls will be awake. probably they're also out, but we shouldn't do anything in this house. should we acquire a second house? what does he think I'm thinking?]

[but when he goes to his room, there's a message on his computer. an alert that he set up for the people who were important to him. and then all the whirring thoughts stop]

[he steps back into the hallway and hisses down the stairs] Suzaku!

[It's his fifth day here and still no sign of his crew, or a way out. It's finally starting to sink in that he's stuck here alone, completely cut off from his captain.

Now what?]

Has no one ever escaped this place before?

[He's trying out the communicator, mostly, since this is his first time actually using it. But may as well do some info gathering while he's at it. Aside from that...]

[Filtered to Sanji]

Oi, Sanji... you're still here, right?

( She thinks she only dreamt that her family was murdered. )

[When her voice comes through the communicator, it's quieter than anyone will have heard from her before.]

Michael? Michael, where are you?

[a tentative pause, but he doesn't answer quickly enough. her voice steadily gets both louder and more hysterical.]

I had a bad dream. Michael? [taking panicked, shallow breaths.] Johann, Michael answer me! I need you!

[rising to a screech.]

You can't just leave me here!

((canon update! will answer tagbacks properly later, sorry! ♥))

[Rogue is in a kitchen making bread dough. Her hands are bare and there's flour up to her elbows. She's got her hair tied back, a smudge of flour across her nose and she looks happy.]

I'm makin' biscuits and gravy from scratch in the dining hall if anybody wants some. I've got one batch that oughta be ready soon.

[Ritsuka is sitting with his feet up on one of the couches (don't worry; he took his shoes off) of the first floor shelter common room with several large stacks of photographs arranged on the cushions beside him. He has paused in the middle of sorting pictures, if the stack still in his hand is any indication, and switched on his communicator. He frowns thoughtfully down at the pictures that have already been organized, then at the stack in his hands, before addressing the video.]

What's the best way to put memories in order? If I organize them by person, I'll get the days mixed up, but if I put them in order of day it'll be harder to find the ones I need of a particular person. [Not to mention Ritsuka's getting increasingly frustrated looking at the ones missing their timestamps.]

If anyone has an idea, I'd like to hear it.

[ tucked in the back of the coffee shop, feet up -- though carefully positioned so they are not actually touching the table top -- a mug of strong, black coffee in his hand as he continues to read through the book on hieroglyphics. by his feet are another trio of books: two that are thin and look quite old, and one that's thick, heavy and fat, with a glossy photograph of a vase on the cover. ]

((ooc: Open for all interaction. :D))

[ Miwako appears on the feed, sitting in the common room of the shelter in all her pink and smiling glory; she's a little less cheerful than usual, but not visibly sad or upset. She waves at the camera as she begins: ]

Good morning~!

I have a question today! If I wanted to listen to music by a certain band, would I have to request their CDs from Acu? Or is there a way to download mp3s of their songs somehow? You see, Acu has already sent me my medicine from home, so I wouldn't want to bother him with my requests again so soon... [ She skips a beat. ]

On a lighter note, being in prison really isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone I've met has been very nice so far~ Have any of you picked up new hobbies to pass the time, since you've been here? What would you recommend?

[ She looks as if she's ready to end the feed, but then is obviously struck by a sudden thought, and her face lights up. ]

Oh~! By the way! Prince Sanji~! Would you like to meet up sometime soon to tell me about your pirate adventures~? I would still like to hear them!

[ Another big smile, and she waves good-bye to the camera as the feed shuts off. ]

[ Her day had started out WONDERFULLY. She had just received the materials she needed for PM's Mail Bike and she was SO EXCITED -- EXCITED! -- to work on the thing that she didn't bother changing out of her dress! However, things she has seen in the Workshop -- or rather, what she has not seen -- has lead to the sour face the network is seeing now. ]

Tools and materials are missing from the Workshop. And I don't mean just one or two, but a whole bunch of 'em.

Whoever took 'em, bring 'em back now.

[ Voice clipped in barely controlled nerdrage temper. Yes, that is the same girl calling for talents and volunteers for the Talent Show and she is not happy. No one desecrates the holy grounds of a mechanic! ]


(( OOC: As ooc-ly plotted with Parsnip, a certain demon hunter has pilfered a good number of the tools from the Workshop and Kohran doesn't know~ ))