[The video switches on to show a grumpy and disdainful looking cat yawning as he stretches out, taking his time. He looks annoyed by the restraint, tail swishing back and forth abruptly. The bell on his strange collar chimes and it's a strangely resonating sound.]

Well, isn't this unexpected. If this is a prison, not only is the timing terrible but I would have thought that my collar would have been removed if I'm going to be restrained. I don't suppose anyone could oblige?

[He tucks his tail in close, looking bored now if not a bit irritated.]

But as long as I'm going to be stuck here, I don't suppose there is any decent fish to be had besides those swimming above out of reach?

...........This is such a weird dream.

[Shinwoo is staring dumbfoundedly at everything around him while the welcome message drones into his ear.]

I must have fallen asleep in class again. There's no way I'm in jail. I knew I shouldn't have let Ik-han talk me into watching that movie last night.

[He's tempted to pinch himself but....what if it actually hurts? It seems safer to just go along with the scenario for now. Besides, any second now, Teacher's going to bellow out his name and he's going to pop out of his seat, drool still clinging to the corner of his lips. Right?]

............

If this really is a dream though, can't there at least be ramen in it? [A slight whine.] I'm hungry.

Ah, um, hello! My name’s Yako Katsuragi and I’m a detective from Japan. I’m new around here but I’ve got the basic idea of this place, even if I still can’t help thinking this is somehow Neuro’s fault even if he's supposed to be back in Hell thanks to the brochure. But I’ve got a small question.

[ here Yako’s eyes intensify, clearly whatever this question is has to be of the utmost importance. ]

Can someone direct me to where I can get some more food? That welcome basket only lasted me five minutes, I’m so hungry. And do we have to pay for food around here? Because I don’t have that much money on me after my favorite takoyaki stand raised their prices... Why do I get the feeling they only raise their prices when I'm there.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 127th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

Inmate Cosmo, there is a house within Sector 4 with furnishings that have been scaled to fit your needs. A robot will deliver the keys and address to you at the entrance to Sector 0.

[The feed begins, and anyone who knows Edgar would more than likely to be a bit confused to hear him as this. His tone is polite and formal, but overly so, and cold. Anyone who knows him particularly well (i.e. probably no one here) would recognize that he’s clearly quite angry and upset at something – but keeping it covered somewhat well.]

I have come to understand that we are all being held prisoner here, and many of us under false or at least questionable charges. It has also been said that this place is inescapable, and going to be our collective home for the foreseeable future. Therefore, it only makes sense to work together in this endeavor.

As such, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edgar Figaro. I look forward to working with you all.

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[Since he's restrained, this morning will find him in the dining hall, eating breakfast, likely near the other restrained inmates. He does not look particularly pleased with the situation, but he doesn't seem to be taking it out on anyone at the moment. Care to interrupt him?]

[What might be a familiar face to some appears on the network. Hikaru sits quietly for a moment with an extremely confused look upon his face.]

Hey, has anyone seen Coco or Chanel? I could have sworn they were here...

[Coco and Chanel being the ferrets he and Kaoru had when they were here a few weeks back.

Speaking of Kaoru...]

Kaoru, you know I don't like it when you go sneaking off! You should come back right now!

[Because I don't feel good.

Because something feels off.

Because I need you to know that everything is okay.]

Ugh... the hell did I eat yesterday?

[And now he looks STRAIGHT AT YOU ALL giving a peace sign, giving his best NOTHING IS WRONG AND EVERYTHING IS SUPER FINE look!]

What's up?

[Ranka's gotten the message, the pamphlet and the basket. The snacks and everything in the basket remain untouched for now, and despite receiving the explanation, she's still pretty floored to say the least. After all, it's an underwater prison, and the last thing she knew, she was flying off into space with Brera and Ai-kun. This... clearly wasn't where she expected to end up.

Given a moment or two, she finally reaches up to the headset and turns it to what she hopes is video before taking a breath to speak. Anyone watching will see a rather nervous looking green haired girl.]

Um, excuse me, I know that this is... [She trails off, really unsure of what to say at first.]

What I mean to ask is that if all of this is real, what happens now? Do I just accept this? [The video feed catches her biting her lower lip and a flash of the koi pond in the background.]

Before I do anything, has anyone seen my pet, Ai-kun? He's green and sort of large, and he looks like a giant insect. If anyone finds him, please let me know. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee.

[There's another pause before she adds:] Also, thank you for the basket.

[The video turns on to focus on a girl with bright brow eyes and her hair up in pigtails. Her lips pursed together before she finally spoke.]

...Okay, I think I'm doing this right...I'd like to say thank you to the people who gave me the welcome basket, the pamphlet was especially informative and I appreciate the gift. I must say though, it's kind of odd since I hadn't actually been accused of these crimes back home. I guess there's no use in complaining though~

Can anyone give me some more information on this place an how it works? I'd really appreciate it♥ Preferably over breakfast since I'm kinda stuck here with everyone else?

[A blank stare is picked up by the communicator, seeming to almost stare past it as he gazes around the park where he arrived. The basket beside him is mostly untouched though he holds the brochure in his hand.]

Ah, a prison.

[Mori picks up the device; his expression doesn’t seem to change but slightly a slight softening around the eyes that those who know him might pick up on. Also in the slight shifting there is the sound of a chain for a moment and a glimpse of one of the restraints attached around his leg.]

Mitsukuni? [Are you there?]

[The tone of the speaker is aggravated and condescending. This is someone who won't easily accept the predicament he's just found himself in. Not without ample proof.]

[It's a ruse. It has to be. After all, there's no way it could be true. Someone's captured him, sealed his fon slots, and cast some sort of illusion over him using the first fonon. That has to be it. It makes sense considering he defected from the Order, considering how that man keeps extending his offer. If he'll only cross a sea of corpses. Corpses, huh?]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke? I don't have time to play games with you people! Return my sword and undo the seal unless you're all willing to pay with your lives.

[Meanwhile Asch is kneeling down in the middle of the graveyard. For a while now he's been trying to figure out a way to remove the ball and chain from around his right leg, but he hasn't made any progress. Not even after fishing through the welcome basket for stuff to help it slide better. None. Unless getting even more frustrated counts.]