[To his credit; he did not panic as much as would be expected by people that knew him.

However, this is not mean he didn't panic at all. Rather, instead of a pitiful fit of whining; unfortunate listeners were treated to a scream of rage as he pulled at the chain on the sturdy iron ball that was shackled to his foot.

The only reason the video had even been turned on was he thought some kind of error had occurred; he'd been in mid conversation only to find himself with the feed turned off, and out of reflex had tried reconnecting before he'd even noticed the addition to his wardrobe, as well as his giftbasket mysteriously returned to where it had been, and unopened.

Grunting and panting in near-manic frustration, as the ball inconvenienced him greatly, and was even more so ugly, he jabbed the video and audio buttons to end the feed.]

The Host Club would like to extend a welcome to all the new inmates arriving today. [Have a polite smile.] We sincerely hope your transition into your new accommodations proceeds smoothly and efficiently.

If you find yourself interested in meeting your fellow inmates, there are several events upcoming that may be of interest to you.

Miss Kohran Li has assembled a Talent Show this evening to be held in Sector 4, featuring dancing, singing, and a variety of other talents. And tomorrow will be the Marina Academy's first promenade, to be held in the park in Sector 4. Formal dress is expected.

[And because no announcement is ever complete if it doesn't include an advertisment for the Host Club:]

For those of you planning to attend prom, the Host Club will be in the Athletic Complex if you should require basic dancing lessons, advice on the latest fashions, and anything else you might need to prepare for the upcoming event.

[And Kyouya + various other people will be at the athletic complex, ready to do what they do best.]

((ooc: Sort of spur-of-the-moment (sorry Host Club!) so current members needn't tag in if they don't want (we can always handwave or whatnot). Otherwise, general mingle post.))

[Hello, Marina. Have a miffed ninja - oh hey, deja vu.]

It seems my stay here is to be permanent, then. I suppose I should, at least, be grateful for the basket. [He holds up the scented hand lotion gingerly. Really, Marina?]

This accessory... I would prefer not to have that, however. [Yeah, there's a ball and chain on his leg. Thank you, Acumen.]

However, a mystery still remains. Yesterday, I was informed that it was day one hundred and twenty-eight. Now, however, it appears to be day one hundred and thirty-one. I cannot pretend to understand how I managed to miss two days.

[He sighs, the irritation smoothed away from his expression.] It is still possible to regain my lyre, is that correct?

[everyone keeps going on and on about this prom thing and, well, why the fuck not. as far as Nena can gather, you need a date, and in that case, she won't settle for anything less than what she wants. when she arrives at where she knows Setsuna lives, after seeing him arrive, Nena makes her move, all cheerful smiles. she bangs on the window because doors are for wimps.]

Setsuna? [sing-song. she giggles.] I know you're there, I saw you walk in, y'know.

[creepy, her? never. she'll be nice and not bring up any threats yet, he's probably smart enough to know that she'll... well, find another way in if he forces her to. probably.]

((on her way to where Tieria and Setsuna live in sector 5 to tie him up and take him with her. feel free to run into her on her way or at the door if you're so inclined! ♥))

[Asch is on the prowl. He's been checking the place out for the better part of two days, sector by sector, pathway by pathway. Making mental notes of anything worth remembering and lots more that do little more than warrant a glare, grumble, or toss of the head. As much as the place has to offer, and as much (or as little) as that thing might try to be accommodating, he's taken a rather cynical view towards the entire ordeal.]

[But that's not quite all. If the narrowed eyebrows and the down-turned corners of his mouth are any indication, something's definitely on this guy's mind. He eventually finds himself in Sector 5, glancing wordlessly across the street at the window displays. Looks like a clothing shop.]

[An observer might notice Asch uncrossing his arms, raising two fingers towards the communicator at his ear, pausing midway, and then dropping his arm again. His frown's even deeper than before and he might be gritting his teeth.]

...Damn that little brat.

[A grimace, a drawn out moment, and he tries again.]

[Voice; Filtered to Natalia.]

...

...

[Clears his throat quietly. Just to make clear this transmission is no accident.]

((OOC: Onlookers are welcome to overhear parts of any resulting conversation(s), otherwise he'll be hanging out around the clothing store and the boutique and eventually going in. He just might benefit from a little prodding.))