[Baby Doll is currently in the athletic center, keeping to herself and stretching out. She's clearly an athletic young lady, and she moves through the motions like they're familiar and reassuring - simple, basic dancer's exercises.

She appears to be in a better mood in general, and more relaxed due to the exercise and the flush of exertion it's given her.

(And she's wearing short shorts under her little jumper thing, though you may not be able to initially tell and may be wondering exactly how she's going to pull anything more flexible off without flashing her underwear at the room.)]

[Jack opens his communicator, turns it to video, and stares into the thing without even the slightest problem. He's dealt with communicators before. Many types. There were only so many different ways you could build a communicator before only needed the slightest hints to work one.

The handsome man that appears before you is looking rather calm, for being a newcomer, and if you know him at all, for being Jack. He turns the communicator a couple times, then offers a smile.]

What kind of planet is this? A prison planet? Can't say I haven't been to a few in my time, but... this was pretty abrupt. I didn't even get to see who captured me! [He might have been able to "persuade" them to let him go, after all.]

Well, down to business. I don't suppose any of you fine ladies and fine gentlemen could give me a few pointers here? I wouldn't want to get lost on my first day.

[Sounding rather like he has just arrived at his first day of school, his eyes trail to a bot beside him. He flashes it a charming enough grin, muttering to it for a second, then returns his attention to the camera.]

These guys don't seem quite as fun as flesh and blood people anyway.

[ The camera shows a young woman in her early twenties with a frustrated, almost pouting expression. ] Doctor! Doctor, where have you gone? This pamphlet says I've been arrested. I've got a gift basket! It's completely ridiculous. [ She holds it up and then drops it unceremoniously. ]

This isn't funny. [ She scowls. ] If you can hear me on this thing, you'd better come pick me up.

[ And with that final statement (just missing the heavily implied "or else"), she turns the camera off. ]

HEY!

[When you first see Asch's face, he is mad. Teeth grit, fists clenched, face as red as his hair in rage mad. He's trying to stand straight and intimidating but his shoulders are shaking in anger and, without his sword and hampered by the restraints, he's little more than a furious rooster at the moment.]

[His restraints definitely do show signs of trying to be chiseled off with whatever he could have grabbed upon arrival - chipped bits of flashlight can be seen in the chain - and it's only his failure to do so himself that's prompted him to try this damn device and network for assistance.]

Whoever's sick, twisted, damn idea of a joke this is, you have less than thirty seconds to get this thing off of me before I make sure you wish you were in prison yourself, because I have much better ideas for what to do with you than any of the fonbots in this forsaken pit!

So, we're starting with the psychological torture first? Different. Cute, even. I wasn't even sure you bothered with that down here.

[calm, confident, with only a slight quirk of an eyebrow to show for her exasperation. going to Hell, getting arrested -- such a drag, right? and she's certainly not hoarse and red-eyed from crying. she made damn sure of that before even touching the camera. even if she has no idea what's going on, she can still save face.

if her smile's a little on edge, you'll have to forgive her, but she's expecting this cosy little place to disappear in a puff of black smoke any second now.]

Well then, if we're to communicate, then I suppose introductions are in order. You can call me Bela. And yourselves? [thin-lipped smile.] Come on, I'm guessing the idea is that we all bond over our damned souls now, yeah? Then after we've swapped all friendship bracelets, we can start flaying each other alive. If we're lucky, it might even be fun by that point.

[Silence..and more silence...maybe the best silence you've ever heard in your entire life--

--Until it happens.

There's giggling, bubbly little giggling which gradually builds up and up and up without stopping. Where is it even coming from?

Well, GIR isn't about to leave you wondering for very long.]

Did anybody miss MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!

EEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!