[ dear Marina, please enjoy this afternoon's surprise: a long bit of haphazard communicator button-mashing. and more attempts. fumble fumble fumble fumble— ]

Shit, when did it—?

... If you can hear this—just figured I'd ask. That belltower's the highest place here, right?

And, uh. Anybody here get brought in for breaking out of dimensions?

[There was something a bit odd about being gifted, of all things, a welcome basket when you were hauled into a prison. It felt like they were being mocked, she supposed, and the pamphlet while informative only heightened the effect. She had already read the pamphlet but she wasn't sure how much of it to believe given her circumstances. A lot of this was rather difficult to take in, but she felt a little better prepared to it thanks to the visions the Signless had spoken of. The possibility of time and various dimensions had always been there.

She never expected should would end up a traveler, but if all this was true then it was best to just accept it and take things in stride. Her biggest concern was how much of this she should believe, and that as far as she had seen she was the only troll around. Mostly she had just seen robots and strange, hornless alien creatures. So far they had only given her some wide-eyed stares but she preferred to err on the side of caution.

With that in mind, and with a desire to rest from the emotionally and physically exhausting past couple days she had had since she and her companions were captured, she dragged herself to a nearby tree to observe and be somewhat obscured, and try not to look as beat down as she really felt. In her hands she twirled the communicator, deciding against using it for now. She idea of speaking with a bunch of strangers, and giving herself away to anyone who might recognize her did not seem the best idea right now. The prison who huge according to the map, who knew who else might be here.]

[ with the cafeteria finally cleaned out of the gunk that is xerxes break's mess, there's one (1) silver-haired girl who is sitting at one of the tables, humming while pouring tea for her company: a little white stuffed rabbit. on the table are several more cups, set out for how many guests, and stacks of cakes and cookies as if she's expecting quite a few people to come along and join her.

but if you may notice, with that wide smile dancing on her lips, there's something off with her. of course, that may just be you :)

and when she turns around and notices you -- her smile widens, holding a hand out. ]

Won't you join me for tea?

[ won't you join her for tea? ]

[A somewhat scruffy-looking man in a wild Hawaiian shirt and white lab coat is standing on the beach with his hands cupped around his mouth to help carry the sound of his shouting. He seems to be completely oblivious to anyone or anything around him, and if the people who see him think he's crazy, well, they can hardly be blamed considering the spectacle he's making of himself.]

Iiiiichiiiiiiigoooo!!! How could you do this to your loving father?! Is it because I ambushed you when you woke up this morning? Who's going to support our family if you ship me off to an underwater resort when I'm not looking? Think of your sisters! They can't run the clinic by themselves and you're hopeless with people!

[Of course, Isshin knows this isn't Ichigo's fault, but he's gotten used to pretending to be a completely bonkers doctor and father, and he has no idea how much whomever's responsible for his abduction knows. More than he'd like, probably, considering his shinigami abilities feel more limited than usual.]

Prison? Endangering my kingdom? [The young princess is flabbergasted, but not for long. She draws herself up, fixing her gaze on the camera with all the sternness one might expect from a ruler.]

I have always put the people of my kingdom first and foremost in everything I do! These charges are absurd, and I demand to speak to whoever is in charge here! [And with that, she crosses her arms firmly, exuding stubbornness from her every pore.]

I don't care much for this 'prison' idea frankly but the fully stocked kitchen was very nice.

[Here the woman talking pauses, scratching at her cheek.]

Though I really wasn't sure what half of the things in it were.

[And now she waves her hand. In the other, she presents a - TADA! - plate of steaming hot manjū buns.]

Anyhow, I've made manjū buns. Anyone is welcome to them, particularly other new - ah, inmates - like myself. I'm over in...

[Oh good grief, what was this again? Towns and districts and blocks she could name but this naming scheme is weird to her.]

Sector Four, I think it is. I found a very nice park here.

[She gives a big smile here.]

Manjū is best enjoyed with beautiful scenery, you see? Ah, and I made tea as well.

[ There's a rough voice on the com-link, but the slowness of the following statements round off the edges and, somehow, make it gentle. ]

Now that everything has died down a little bit, I've got a few words I'd like to say to all of you.

[ The video feed flicks on. There is a man looking into the camera, which encompasses his bust only. His face is battle-scarred and his hair is a stark white, giving the impression of age beyond what the rest of his body might have betrayed. His right eye is a definite, clear blue, while the other... it seems to have no iris at all, just a blank sclera which almost seems to glow around the edges. His broad shoulders and his mostly stolid features should scream military to anyone familiar with the type. Anyone paying particularly close attention may see strips of yellow chord underneath his high collar, and maybe the start of something metallic on his left shoulder. ]

To start, my given name is Nathan, and in some circles, I am known as "Cable" - you may call me either, as you see fit.

I'm sure that this interment has come as a shock to most, if not all of you. I, like you, had plans for my future and concerns regarding my present. So I'd like you to keep in mind that I sympathize with you fully when you hear my next words:

This is not the end of your life, but a new beginning.


( I do not think we should give up hope on /this/ reality )

A prison, oh dear.

Look, here's the deal. I'm just a gecko who helps people save 'undreds of dollars on their car insurance by switching 'em to Geico. It's a good job, workin' for the third largest insurance company in America. People ask me to sit their kids, I get invited to parties...

I feel like I don't really deserve to be thrown into jail for givin' out free money. Like, if your best mate gave you a good bit of cash, you wouldn't throw 'em in the clink, would ya?

It don't make no sense to me.

[Madoka's voice comes on loud and clear, though with a little hint of weariness.]

Puella magi. Mahou shoujo. Magical girl.

What does that phrase mean to you? To all of you?

[ video clicks on, swivels, and we see a dirty-faced young woman with a slightly harried look about her. she peers into the device, tips her head to the side thoughtfully, and then addresses it in a breathy voice with a bit of a twang ]

...So, this here's a prison! Never been in one before, but I always wanted to try it! Providin' it doesn't last too long, I mean.

[ and with that, she gives the warmest, most brilliant smile you ever did see in your life ]

Don't suppose any o' you nice folks seen my cap'n around these parts? He's a big man with a face like life's been kickin' him while he's down, but he's a good one. And I figure, if I'm here, he and the rest of 'em can't be too far behind.


[ ooc: Kaylee is broadcasting from one of the parks, and hasn't quite figured out what's up with the dome yet. (You'll know when she does because she will get very excited.) Bump into her for action or reply to her broadcast for video. ♥))

[Video]

[Hello, Marina. Have a miffed ninja.]

[Sheik is looking distinctly unpleased - he's taken in the welcome message, considered throwing away the communicator then decided against it, and has resigned himself to sending a message, expression blank and the cowl covering much of his face.]

If we are to be judged and locked away without trial or actual arrest, then so be it. However, I consider it unnecessary to strip all belongings away.

In short: where are my lyre and blades?

[Action]

[This is definitely not the desert.]

[And granted, the sea above is mildly spectacular, and it does seem to provide facilities enough to keep its prisoners comfortable - but it still remains a prison. He is still sworn to Zelda, their seperation sending his system reeling - seven years sharing form is not something that can be suddenly discarded.]

[If anyone happens to spot the lost-looking dude in blue spandex, he would appreciate pointers on what to do next - or where to get his things back.]


((OOC: Hello! AU Sheik from Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time, here. He mostly follows canon events, he just happens to be his own person, and he's taken just after his seperation from Zelda. I am going to be slow to reply for a few days, but I promise to get to every tag!))

[He runs his hands over the headset one more time before cautiously placing it back on his head] Hello. [...This is so weird.] ...I don't suppose anyone has a map in braille I could use?

Well this is a bit of a change, yeah? Didn't quite expect it. S'more like a gathering than a prison, don't you think?


Any chance anyone's seen the Doctor about? Tall, thin man wearing a suit? Really, really great hair [There's a bit of a growl to the gr in great when she talks about his hair.]

Or Donna? Ginger. Bit loud. Great heart. [No growl this time.] Brilliant lady.

[The piano plays a long, melancholic melody. Can you picture his long, lithe figures dancing over the ivory keys? Can you picture his sorrowful expression, filled with terrible sorrow, as he plays? Can you picture some other vague but appropriately purple detailed expression of grief, sadness, and all around beautiful angst that might as well be written in sparkly pen by someone wearing too much black lipstick? Yes, you can.

The song stops, abruptly.]

Trash.

All of it is trash.

[There’s the sound of papers flying every which way before the feed cuts.]


((OOC: Bad Fanfiction AU!Ulquiorra. He is not your regular Ulquiorra. This is a new Ulquiorra.))

[Meg might not have been there too long, but she's gotten the hang of things. Including how to use the filters.]

[Filtered from Sam and Dean]

Wow, I must say that all of this does make a girl feel wanted, you know? A special little hell under the sea and you want me in it. [Unless you've never been to hell and know nothing about what it's really like, hey, this could be one.]

So is there anyone out there that would like to help me make a call?

[Meg will be keeping herself entertained, wandering around and finding the best dark, shadowy places for attempting a little long distance connection.]

{OOC: For anyone agreeing to help with said phone call, no deaths will be occuring unless a player agrees to it, although some violence/maiming might happen.}

[Willow is walking around through one of the parks with her fingers stretched toward the ground. She's trying to feel the magic in this place. It's muted, weird and she can't do much more than float a pencil, which scares her.]

I guess I showed up during rec time? Or is it called free time. I'm not really up on the prison lingo. Should it be slang? No. I like lingo. Lingo sounds...loose and tough. That's me. Loose and tough...only not loose like--

Any of the Sunnydale crew here?

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Atsuro Kihara: a letter from Naoya.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Hikaru & Miles Edgeworth

[There isn't a lot of mail today, so the carapaced mail lady does the route alone. It's been a very busy day full of people, so she's sure to meet plenty of people to slow her down despite only having a handful of items. In the Peregrine Mendicant's world, this is a generically good thing rather than a bother.]

[And, well, if no one stops her, she can always get a couple of pizzas and go home to WV. There's always that, too.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 129 go here!]

( This is wrong... )
[ Calpurnia caught her own eyes in the slope of the glass in front of her, and her gaze hardened as if those piercing green eyes could force a hole through the dome through her will alone. ] This is all wrong.

[ She muttered to no audience in particular. Even the presumed servitors that moved around behind her on the road were just background noise now. The message she had read mentioned nothing of the Lex Imperia at all. There was no prompt for now mention of the accusations against her; no self-denunciation. The Law was not at work here.

Calpurnia's fist slammed into the dome hard, and she used the resistance to push herself away from it, spinning on a heel. The sight of her assigned headpiece on the ground before her caused her to pause. It could not be trusted, but perhaps it would be necessary. She spent a long time staring over at it some meters away, the fingers of her hand sliding up to trace the length of the scars over her eye.

The woman did not even notice anyone approaching... ]

[Red doesn't really think about using filters, so everyone gets to see him sheepishly waving at the screen as he makes his call.]

Um, Ms. Jennifer...? [He looks around, and the video shows a lovely view of the middle of the park.] I think I got lost again...

[He was in her house a few moments ago, how did he get here?]

Yo. Did ya miss me?

[ Greed's feeling much better after getting some food and a nice, long nap in him. Now it's time for some fun! But first, checking on the bar if anyone's around. It's the Devil's Compass, sector 5. It's a little easy to miss, but it's all Greed's and don't you forget it! until he leaves again and it goes back to being Tyki's ]