[It's peaceful in the Butterfly Pavilion. The air is warm compared to the still slightly chilly atmosphere within the rest of the dome. The beautiful colors and ever so soft fluttering of wings a lulling melody that Yuuki often finds herself drawn to. In here it's like a different world, separate from the rest of the prison.

During the day, Yuuki's tried her best to switch her hours. Although there are the occasional night owls (even children, she remembers), most people prefer to interact during day light. And why not, when that is the only time people - humans, at least - are able to see. For Yuuki, though, she's naturally nocturnal and the change isn't easy. She's had a year to adjust to living and interacting within the middle of the night. Come mid-morning, well - she feels fairly tired.

Particularly on days like this, when the new inmates flood in.

Seeking sanctuary within the pavilion, she leans again some of the sturdier foliage, thankful for the small retreat. Of late, she's been something of a vagrant. Oh she has the manor, and she has stayed there a few times. As well as a place within the shelter, too. Coming in during a time when they were shifted in and out due to cleaning, well she never really settled down.

Sometimes she's just as content to sleep here. It doesn't take long for the warmth to tickle her, lashes fluttering shut as her lids grow heavy and close. Chest rising up and down, she's dreaming peacefully before she knows it.]

[Ever since he talked to Estellise, he tried to contact Naoya. He already thought up an excuse for it, just asking him to look over his current programming homework. Yes, there was some concerns, but he’d like to know if Naoya’s okay.

Especially after Naoya’s last public broadcast, with such a morbid but interesting question...

No answers after a few hours. Okay, maybe he’s tired. And the next day, today right now, there’s still no response. Which raise some alarms in his mind, his teacher is usually prompt about it. But a part of him suspect the real reason why, but he’s selfishly hope otherwise.]

Hey, guys? Have you seen Naoya anywhere? I [‘want to know if he’s still here’] want to ask him something.

[He had time to control himself. It’s normal for him to hide his worries behind a casual, sometime curious, mask. If it’s really just him here from their world...well, he’s used to living by himself. And he has friends here.]

Tall guy, white hair and red eyes, normally wears a matrix haori and a pair of geta. How did he get around with them, a lot of practice? So if anyone knows, let me know. [But he’s still hopeful, if he can be selfish about it.]

...Of course, I suspected the reason why, but...mind helping me confirm it? [His voice slips a bit, before it’s cheery and casual again.] Even if you don't, thanks for listening!

[Some time after his broadcast, Atsuro left the shelter to walk around with his haro, until he ends up at the arcade. He stare at the place, before walking inside. A game or two might be good for distracting him.

If anyone’s at the arcade, Atsuro would be playing some games. His haro is always nearby, if anyone overheard his insults.]

[A young man with golden hair tied back in a ponytail appears on the video screen. He doesn't seem to be aware that anything is happening right away and appears to be mumbling to himself a bit. He then stares directly at the screen when he realizes it's on...after he's mumbled to himself a bit first.]

...DAMN THING. I STILL CAN'T GET THIS THING FIGURED OUT. What the hell is it, anyway? They couldn't have given me something useful, like steak! As long as it's not milk though, I guess it's okay...

...OH. HI. IS THIS THING FINALLY WORKING? HELLO? HELLO? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE FOR KIDNAPPING THE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST?

[Yes, Ed's shouting...my apologies! He's so not used to this technology.]