Tho... Can thomeone ekthplain why thethe beeth are yellow inthead of purple?

[ in the background is the pleasant buzz of, you guessed it. bees in the background. Sollux seems pretty at ease with them, despite the question. sure does have one in his hand, scrutinizing it behind his red and blue shades. ]

I'm not complaining, thinthe having defective beeth are better than having none at all. But they are defective, making a roundish hive inthead of a mainframe one. Bet I can fikth that one, though.

Do you even make honey... [ yeah, he just asked the bee that. ]

[As soon as Tim had contacted her, Steph pretty much ran her butt out to meet him, her attention focused entirely to finding him, or making herself as available as possible to be found by him--whatever kind of damage control would be necessary was making her stomach churn more than she would ever want to admit. There was dread there, but she didn't think that could be helped at this point.

This one went on the fuck up wall of shame as far as she was concerned, and even if she wasn't at fault, there was still a sense of guilt there.]

[Sigh.]

[With at most a general idea of his lurking spots in the dome, it would only take a moment before they would see each other, hopefully to work out this mess. Anyone with a sharp eye or a lucky glance or a good nose (?) is free to catch the girl before or after she manages to find the Boy Wonder, whether you happened to see the particular revelation about her or not. She's certainly in a noticeable state of increasing panic over it, which alone would likely raise some concern.]

[[ooc | first thread with Tim is closed but other action!pokes here are very welcome. With this secret identity compromised, pretty much no one who met Stephanie in and out of costume will be surprised -- but still. Life is hard!]]

--There, that wasn't too hard. A simple device really. Functional and easy to use.

From my understanding this place is an Asylum, which we have been transported to for various reasons that may or may not apply as actual crimes that deserve incareation. However, the architect suggests otherwise. Hardly a prison or asylum by the proper definition. I admit it is curious, but it matters not. The answer will eventually allow itself to be revealed, through a series of interwoven events. Like a story. Only a matter of time before the page that reveals the answer is turned. But, I wonder if any of you will be satisified when that page is turned and you are told the truth.

That aside, I wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of a conversation. You being the one who is observing me over this network. Of course I wonder how many of you will be new to me? I am already aware of nine existences that I recognize fully and to expand that would be a very great honor.

Don't worry about being bored. I am known to be an excellent conversationalist.

[ooc: before answering please fill out this permission post because it will be important regarding his omniscience which has no restrictions in the asylum. I won't be able to answer your tag your character back until you fill this out.]

[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.

it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??

and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]

...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.

[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]

There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?

So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.

[In the couple of hours since Aerith has 'woken up' here, she's cycled through several emotions. Surprise and confusion the most prominent, but there's also a sliver of unease tucked away, nagging at her.

She thinks it's because she doesn't have the materia her mother gave her - it's a little bit like her security blanket, even if it was a tiny enough to tuck into the ribbon in her hair.

Disoriented, she has been wandering around in Sector 4, trying to think of what to do next. It's hard to switch from 'lone mission to try to save the Planet' to 'imprisoned underwater with no way out'. Not that she's thinking of escaping - but she does worry about what is happening back home.

Deciding it would be easier to just ask the network in general (and possibly find any of her friends, if they're here), Aerith fiddles with her communicator for a moment before it cuts on.]

I wonder if I can- oh, I think it's working! [There's an adjustment made to the communicator so it's steady.]

Hi there! Wow, this really different from my PHS. I actually just had a question for everyone - I only arrived a little bit ago.

[It's funny how a few hours can seem like forever when one appears inside an underwater prison.]

I know that someone is sent back in our place... [There's a slight frown on her face before continuing.] What I'm curious about is there a way to find out what is happening back home? Besides asking someone who might have been there, anyway.

[Not that she even knows if anyone from home is actually there with her. She hopes if there is they'll catch this and contact her. She's not comfortable calling out for them over a network - she didn't know who might be listening.]

[OOC:Anyone is more than welcome to run into Aerith while she sticks around Sector 4! She's just kind of aimlessly strolling around, gathering her thoughts!]

[You may hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of computer keys being pressed. Or rather, what you may hear is a buzz of clicks that would be said keys being pressed at a ludicrous and frankly inhuman speed.] No way... there's no way any of this can be right--!

[As he's speaking, the video flickers on - it seems he's activated the feed without realizing it. A young man with shaggy-looking dark brown hair is hunched over a local computer terminal typing so fast that his fingers are quite literally blurs. Every so often, he'll pause and listen to the output on the communicator; it seems that he's trying to hack it - or something.]

[He's mumbling to himself.] Modulate the frequency to a shorter wavelength, maybe? No, if it's underwater, then there'd be too much signal degradation, and the encryption... but if this could operate in pulsed bursts then maybe it might have the power, and...

[A pause, and when he speaks his voice is louder, and more urgent.] Hello? Hello! Archangel, do you read me? Archangel! [Nothing. More rapid-fire typing.] Can anyone hear this? ZAFT, ESF, or Orb, please come in!

[Typity type.] Those channels aren't working, then... ah, personal communications, maybe? It's worth a try. [Typing!] Athrun, Cagalli! ...Lacus?

Can anybody hear me?

[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]

[He begins a videofeed: ]

Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.

However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?

[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]

Good morning, everyone! Today is the 166th day of the third generation. It will be cool and clear, and a few new inmates will be arriving in the facility. Please help them to get adjusted, but try not to let your daily routines be too unsettled.

[Today's warden appears to be camped out in Sector 5, where it's playing with a ball, bouncing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound. The artificial sunlight of the dome is strange in the video, but it's clearly bright enough for an informed viewer to see that Sentience is working on its reflexes. Any inmate going to Sector 5, however, will find no wardens and no noteworthy balls left out of play.]

I am currently considering several options to create more activities for inmates, and to engage everyone in different ways on a regular basis, but I don't have a concrete proposal as of this time. Please provide any of your own ideas if you have them, but otherwise, know that I'm working on it!

Today I have requests for Kohran Li, Gamzee Makara, and Daniel Osbourne. Please ask any robot at the shelter, and they can retrieve them for you!