[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.

He is far from pleased.]

You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.

[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]

But!

[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]

If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥

I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]

((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))

[ despite his disheveled appearance (and please ignore the slight hint of a bloodstain on his collar or the dirty, ragged robe stuffed into the bushes behind him), Oz has a bright, charming smile plastered on his face. He's never seen a device that could transmit sound and pictures before, but the pamphlet was highly informative for someone like Oz who, well, was just used to learning from books. ]

Oh, this is new. I've never seen such an invention before. I bet it comes in really useful when you need to find someone like my servant! You haven't seen him have you? He's tall, wears a hat and he just loves playing with cats.

[ cheeky grin. Come on Gilbert, prove him wrong if you dare! ]

(( ooc: Action is open to anyone who wants to find Oz in the Park. ))

[ There they were.

The words Touma dislikes hearing the most first thing in the mornings; especially on mornings where he has yet to be awake and have coffee first.

"...more inmates will be integrated into the facility."

Yeah, he knows, Acumen. He is aware of the "disruption". ]

Okay, Marina newcomers, listen up. There are two questions that come up a lot, and I can answer both for you right away.

Number one: if you're hungry, you can walk toward the center of the dome. You can't miss it, there's a damn clock tower there. You find your way down into the Shelter and-- [ With more directions here. ] --you'll end up in the kitchen. There are robots there. They will make you food. All kinds of food, too. It's not the best, but there's no use complaining.

Number two! If you're just itching to yell at the warden, you can find a little booth nearby just for that. Just punch up "kiosk" on your headset -- don't ask me how, it's in your guides -- and follow the directions. Lodge all your complaints and questions about how everything here is unfair and you don't deserve to be here, yadda yadda.

[ Believe it or not, he actually thinks he's being quite helpful, despite his disinterested tone. Finally, he sighs, and the volume fades as he pulls the headset away from his ear before he shuts it off. ] Ahh, whatever. I'm going back to bed. G'luck...

[ Click goes the feed. But he's only gone for a moment before he's back, and more irritated. ]

Oh! And the wise-asses who submitted those fake roommate applications? Real helpful, you guys. Classy work.

[ Click; for reals this time. ]

[Yuki woke up about 25% of the way outside...in the park. He was mostly irked because it was hot, but didn't wake up completely. So he's now sleepily wandering in the direction of his house... He bumps into things along the way and eventually activates his communicator. The picture is of a scrawny, sleepy teenage boy who does not look at all happy. Or sad really. Just blank. He also groggily mutters things occasionally.

Well, he finally bumps into a wall, the wall is cool on his forehead so he stays there. Inevitably his eyes close and his breathing steadies. He falls asleep against that wall.]

Mnn...

[Well! Feel free to bother him. Be careful about being violent with him though~ ♥ Also, if you knew him before, he's been gone for about a couple days now! He's back!]

[Cue a small lord appearing on the feed. He's holding the communicator out and staring into it. His appearance is disheveled and his tie is clearly tied wrong. His eyepatch is practically falling off. He dressed himself this fine morning.

Also, he's pissed.]

Sebastian is not here. [There is no question about it. His butler isn't in the dome.] Your "system" has clearly glitched. Not only has my butler disappeared, but the day has advanced. What is the meaning of this? I want answers.

[There's a shift, and apparently he's crossed his legs. If you listen closely, you might hear the smallest of growls. He's hungry, but he's far too proud to say it. Not to mention his head is literally pounding... Great, his demon is missing, he's hungry and his head hurts. This is clearly an off day.]

Now.

-- Vri?

Where the fuck are you? Movin' out without tellin' me you were goin' to isn't fuckin' finny when everyone keeps disappearin' on me here, all right? You know that, so just fuckin' answer me already and get back here.

[All he can think about right now is... There was absolutely no way she could have just moved out without rubbing it in his face, first...

There's currently an awful feeling in his collapsing and expanding bladder based aquatic vascular system.

... Is this what it really feels like to be forever alone?]

Please, not again...

[He’s dusty, dirty, covered in blood, but he’s still calm as he takes in the situation. This isn’t the time to get angry—it’s not the time to lose his cool as M-24 would say—but he can’t stay here. The gift basket is almost mocking him—a little consolation prize for being royally fucked over. The only reason he doesn’t smash it under his heel is because it might be useful.

And from everything he's heard so far, he doesn't think he'll find a fine print that says "And this is how you escape." He turns on the communicator, a little frustrated.]

I guess breaking the warden to get out of here isn’t going to cut it, is it.

[Not a question. It’s the obvious first response. How to get out. How to defeat the one holding them there. But it won’t be that simple, he can tell. But he's been listening. He's heard some of what others were saying to the "newbies." Guess he's one of them.]

Che. [damn it.] Is there a way to figure out what’s happening back where we come from? Or do we have to go straight to the head? [He was in the middle of something important and if he can’t get back there now, he really needs to know what went down.]

[The video feed turns on from the communicator revealing what appears to be a young boy(or a girl depending of your perspective) looking very confused. A few seconds later, he notices the communicator and he's fiddling around with it for a bit, staring for a moment. It's clear has no idea how it works as he lightly taps on it and starts talking a bit loudly at first]

Hello? Hm~ I wonder what this thing does? I've never seen anything like it before.

This place is definitely not the castle and--

Oh no! Did I manage to sleepwalk out of it? That means I'm lost or-- wait is this a [Raenef flails a bit, looking very panicked as he notices the the iron ball attached to his foot] ...kidnapping?!

[He looks like he's about to cry, before a thought hits him] Hey! I'm a Demon Lord, you know, so you can't really keep me here so easily, I can just--

...Teleport and get out of here, yeah!

[There's a really long pause as he tries to visualize the castle so he can easily leave, but when that doesn't happen he'll go right back to panicking again]

Eh? It's not working? ...The only thing I can get right and it doesn't even work to get me back! Don't tell me I lost my powers?! Eclipse, please don't get mad at me for this! It's not even my fault-- !

[And the transmission turns off]

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

[There's a good amount of hesitation in whether he should do this or not. It goes against everything he's ever believed in but after the conversation with Miwako the day before - as bizarre as it was - he can't help but wonder if it might be a good idea, all things considered. It's just the two of them after all, as much as he can't stand the guy they need to stick together and find a way out of here.

So maybe... just maybe... a somewhat kind gesture may not be so terrible. Maybe. It's worth a shot. Maybe.

He takes a breath and filters a post.]


Oi. Mosshead. Think you can find your way to the Shelter Kitchen?

[After his meeting with Shinji, Kaworu's walking along the shoreline at the beach with his iPod blaring, picking up rocks and throwing them roughly into the fake sea. It's not so much that he's upset, or angry - more that he's still confused, and that's irritating him.

He doesn't know how to feel about Shinji being here anymore. It's been such a focus for him, but now - now he's just reminded that Shinji hates him. Even with the slight inroads they made today, Shinji still shouted at him and demanded that he leave and even said that Kaworu makes him sick. It's clear that he still hates him. And there's something there, something that Shinji isn't telling him, as usual - how do you make someone like that talk to you?

Irritably, he picks up another rock and whips it into the ocean. He was so confident when he said that things were going to change, but now... now he just doesn't know.]

[voice]

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!



[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]

[Naoya is quiet as he sits underneath Amaterasu's tree, looking up at the leaves. He's been here a while... and if the seasons keep advancing as fast as they have been, it'll be his birthday again soon before too long.]

( tldr Naoya is a thinky emobutt about things. )

[He sighs, and tries to direct his thoughts elsewhere, rubbing his face in frustration.]

[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?