[Nasuti appears on the network in video format--it's a been a while, Marina! Remember this face? It has an apologetic smile, but all the same--]

Sorry I've been somewhat anti-social, everyone. I decided to spend the past few days getting some much-needed cleaning done over here in the house...[Having three teenagers who essentially had free reign of the place before she arrived typically calls for it.] I think I got most of it at least.

I was curious how seasons work here. I know not too long back, we had snow...has anyone been here long enough to determine if there will be cherry blossoms when the time calls for it? It'd be lovely to arrange some sort of hanami party.

[PRIVATE TO: Troopers]

Now that this place is a bit more presentable, did you guys want to invite any of your friends over for dinner sometime soon? I'd like to meet more of your friends.

[today Sakura is at the park busying herself with the large drawing notepad in front of her. the large flowering tree in the park, planted by Amaterasu a while back, never fails to sooth her and has become one of her favorite places to be. she flips to a clean sheet of paper, rolling a crayon between her fingers in thought]

Ever since I came here I've seen all types of magic. How do you - practice your magic? Do you train? Or meditate? Kero-chan used to say that I should just leave that to time, but I want to improve now. [and it's not like she's really improving that much] And since he's not here, I wasn't sure who to ask... I know we're all from different places, but I'm sure magic exists in a lot of worlds.

[short pause] Oh, and cheerleading practice will start soon if the weather gets warmer. You can ask me about joining the team if you like.

[Today is just another normal day in Marina for Zero. It's new inmate day, which for Zero means it's time to update his mental count and ensure that he knows just who in the facility he needs to be keeping a closer eye on. If there is anyone new that he needs to add to the list.

Currently the number is eight. Saya, Diva and Conrad. Damon. Himself and Yuuki. Angel. D--he thinks. Honestly, he's not positive on the last one which is frustrating for him. It's like being around Kaien Kurosu--but worse. One minute, he'd swear he was a vampire and the next--not. He's not used to having his instincts mangeled and unsure.

Still, Zero keeps an eye on him just in case.

Slowly, Zero makes his way through the dome from street to street. Sector to sector. If someone new has arrived today, Zero will know it by the end of the day. He might contact you, he might not. You might see him, you might not. He never reports his findings or outs anyone. If asked, he'd probably even tell you what he was doing if he thought it would be something you'd want to know. There is nothing covert about his mission, he's just checking in on everyone and making sure they are behaving themselves.

Identifying their companions.

The areas they prefer to hang out.

Checking for extreme routine changes if you've been there for a long time.

Information gathering. Patrolling.

Some might even call it stalking.

Zero just calls it, 'being thorough'.]

[ooc: Stalker!Zero can be found anywhere in the dome. By anyone. Feel free to have your character run across him or confront him if he's annoying you or your vampire friends. IF I MISSED ANYONE WHO WOULD BE CONSIDERED A VAMPIRE, please let me know. I'm not Zero. I'm still human and make mistakes.]

[The feed opens up with a view of the Pet Cafe in the background before it turns and is jostled. You can now see the curious Albino, brow furrowed as he studies the device a moment. He sets it aside at an odd angle so you can still watch him,(continuing to ignore the welcome message) seemingly uninterested and unaware the thing is on. He shakes a leg, a look of annoyance crossing his features and you can hear a chain jingle somewhere off screen.]

Tch, what the hell.

[He idly scratches his bandaged throat before picking up a white basket full of goodies. He's picking through it when he finds the brochure, opens it up, stares at the map for a moment, finds he can't read it and tosses it. He pulls out a few things before stuffing them back in and when he finds the bottle of lotion he sort of looks it over curiously. He wrinkles his nose and tosses that too before pulling out the bottle of water.

Slowly he picks himself up along with the communicator which he carries in his hand by his side. He leaves the basket by his feet for now and looks around a bit.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?]

((ooc: Anyone feel free to bother him or give him a helping hand, in person or otherwise. Ladies, be gentle~))

[It was a nice day and Ashura like the out doors. So why not go outside? He headed for the park, picking a fairly well flushed out tree to settle beneath and simply enjoy the warmth of the season. Soon enough he was drifting asleep.

But it was not a restful sleep.

Anyone who wanders by will see the scrunching of his brow, the tossing of his head, a minute sort of panic. His hands clench and unclench, muscles twitch, sweat falls down his face. He really should be woken up, but for whatever reason, the dream holds him captive.

A quiet, distressed sound leaves him. Hopefully, that catches the attention of any good samaritans nearby.]

[There is an uneasy chuckle, tinged with the slightest hint of pain.] I finally put this thing on and everything's boring again. So much for entertainment.

Wisely. Bring me some smokes, will you? Oy, and a clean shirt.


[Private to Miranda]

Miranda, love. [He's not even sure if she'll reply, but it's worth a shot.]

Would you be a doll and do something for me?


[Private to Kitty]

Let me guess, the silent treatment? Is that happening now. [He doesn't know she knows about the whole 'intentionally overheard' thing, so. Again, worth a shot.]

[wow. w o w what did hijikata ever do to deserve this, huh—? wait, don't answer that.

as of right now, all the vice-chief can offer is a short, tired laugh with that demonic grin of his. hijikata's fatigue is apparent; his wounds may have been healed, but that still doesn't do anything about the fact that the issue with itou had only recently gotten resolved with his life and nothing beyond that. what use was resolving that bullshit if all hijikata had to show for it was fucking prison?

he sounds more than indignant when he begins to speak.]

You think this is funny? Is it? Cop stuck in prison— [it takes more than just effort to try and keep calm and not throw around his restraint everywhere and cause property damage, (not that he could, anyway) and it shows. clearly. hijikata's temple has one laaarge vein about to pop out from irritation. he's probably going to get an ulcer soon, too. words can't describe how much he wants to kill everything right now.] —hilarious. Go laugh in hell, you bastard.

[obligatory scary face included.]

I got things to do, and this isn't one of them. Sougo! Fun's over.

[. . .

there's no response. hijikata waits... and waits... and waits. ......... what. does this mean he's alone in this scary place?? guys???]

Sougo!!