[ Kazuma didn't waste any time moving the moment he woke up, his battle with Ryuhou still fresh in his mind as he dragged himself down the streets of... wherever the hell he was. Sure, the ball and chain attached to his ankle was making it harder for him to move, but it definitely wasn't stopping him. Slowing him down, yes, but not stopping him. As for that thing that was on his ear and over his eye when he woke up? Yeah, he didn't even give it a second thought as he yanked the thing off and crushed it in his hand. He wasn't trusting anything that he didn't recognize. ]

( BLEEP )ing HOLD... if you think this is holding me back, you've got another thing coming...

[ It didn't take long before he reached the edge of the dome, confusion crossing his features at first... before frustration followed. And then the punches started, his mind not even registering the fact that the only thing on the other side of the glass was water. ]

Goddammit, what the hell is this thing made off?! [ A frustrated grunt. ] Fine, if you wanna play it like that...

[ He then extended his right arm out in front of him, and clenched his fist tightly... but nothing happened. And once again, blatant confusion crossed his features, followed shortly by a feral expression. ]

WHAT THE ( BLEEP ) DID THOSE HOLY BASTARDS DO TO MY ALTER!

[The video post just shows Lyle lounging on his bed in the Shelter. He still has the ball and chain on and the bot is in the room with him. He is holding a book over his head with one hand, the book that Euphie brought him only the day before. Nothing too terribly exciting. But he is also rather distracted from his reading.]

Stupid air freshener... things. Made things so much weirder yesterday. At least I found out the others are here. Some pretty nice people... some really odd ones too.

[He glances over at the ball and chain that is still around his leg.]

At least I'll be free of that tomorrow... Though kind of a shame that Frederick will probably be leaving.

[He turns back to his book.]

[Still loitering around the Education Center.] On the surface, it would seem nothing has changed. [Inoffensive conversation starter get! One can't exactly ask 'Who wants to help overthrow the current warden?' over the network.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 55th day of the third generation.

Continuing with my alterations to Sentience's ineffective methods, I have decided a period of recovery to be necessary after observing the reactions to and of recent arrivals. With the intent of minimizing the shock of being thrust into a foreign environment, and so that settled inmates do not feel so overwhelmed by increasing arrivals, I will be incarcerating criminals in a timely, routine fashion that will not be so disruptive, upon completing the last of the trials Sentience had already prepared.

Lady von Khrennikov, the dispersal of stimulants into the air yesterday was an improper use of medicine and will not be tolerated in the future. At request of the Defense Force, the dispensers have been safely disposed of by the remote units and the chemical is no longer present in the dome's atmosphere, so there is no longer any need to be concerned, inmates.

[Her face is still a little red from drinking the wine and her long hair is much curlier than usual due to it getting wet. But, for the most part, Cornelia has managed to get herself together in order to make her way to the headquarters to meet with Gino Weinberg. She promised him earlier in the day that she would meet with him after her 'prior engagement' or rather, date, to discuss something. Of course, something translated in her mind to mean that he wanted to talk to her about information regarding the defense force.

Still, she feels slightly apprehensive as she steps into the front door and her eyes adjust to the lighting. It only takes her a moment to spot the interesting hairstyle of the Knight of Three and her eyes linger on the three braids sitting neatly on the boy's shoulder, his nose buried in a book as he rests his feet up on one of the desks. If the loud sound of Cornelia clearing her throat doesn't announce her presence, then the click of her boots should. She makes her way inside, arms crossing comfortably over her chest as she steps up to the desk.]

I apologize for my tardiness. What is it that you wanted to speak to me about?

[Since he managed to sleep through most of the day, he had no need to sleep, even that late. A smile kept on his face, he could be heard asking one question on his communicator, his tone rife with amusement.]

I can see why a murderer should gain a weight to bear for his sins, but this is simply an inconvenience.

[There's a long pause and he contains a chuckle in a rather half-assed attempt.]

Though, I wonder... What kinds of sinners are my fellow inmates? Are they ruthless murderers below their fragile exteriors? Have they stolen? Conspired? What have they done--what will they do, that put them in the same place as myself? Do they think they're good and honorable for what they've done? Are they proud about it? Do they not believe their actions to be crimes?

...I suppose it's enough to wonder, for now. I hope I have enough time to find out even a little of it, at least

[Oliver has worked most of the day to put the perfect settings for his second date with Cornelia. The archer had chosen to set up a cozier version of a drive-in movie theater. He had found a thick white sheet that he suspended from two close trees in the park. Much to his surprise, he had also been able to find a projector that could be connected to a DVD player. The movie he picked up was one he had seen not so long ago on the plane with the boys. It was an interesting historical, psychological thriller, with some funny yet intelligent lines. The romantic undertones of the movie were not too heavy and Oliver can’t help but chuckles lightly as he remembers the scene with the kitchen sink. It was an interesting way to wipe counters, he has to admit.

The rest of the day had been filled with finding the right kind of food. He smuggled a new bottle of red, this time a Cabernet Sauvignon from France, and found several refined cheeses to taste it with. Some fresh bread and grapes completed the plates on the blanket in front of the makeshift screen.

Now changed and dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark green (his lucky color) button up shirt with a black leather jacket thrown over it, he leans against a tree by the road, waiting for the purple haired princess to arrive.

He can’t deny that he’s partly nervous. He feels like this is his last chance to win Cornelia over]</font>

I don't mean to ruin everyone's fun tonight, but it looks like Road Kamelot and possibly Tyki Mikk made a really nasty attempt on the life of at least one newcomer earlier today. I'm going around collecting the welcome baskets to make sure they don't hurt anybody else, but we can't just look the other way and hope this doesn't happen again.

But they're very dangerous people. So I just wanted, first, to alert everyone, and second, to get input on what we should do to make sure people stay safe.

Input from the Black Order is -- really especially welcome right now.



((ooc: belated, but anyone looking to contact Gino can do a [private] and pretend that they have unrelatedly contacted him to talk about the defense team here. lalala))

Everyone, especially people who arrived today, I need your attention!

[And now a quick intake of breath. This post is very difficult for her, but it's important.] You must not eat or use any of the contents of today's welcome baskets. They are potentially very dangerous. The cookies may contain pins and there could be other hazards.

If you have one, please let me know so it can be disposed of safely. If you have already eaten something and need any kind of help, please let me know so we can get you medical attention.

I'm... [Her voice trembles, and she continues much more softly.] I'm very sorry for this.

EDIT: (OOC: I should have mentioned that no baskets other than Lavi's were tampered with, so all the ones being recalled are perfectly safe.)

Something is extremely strange this morning, in case some of you haven't noticed yet. Perhaps something related to this? [he holds up a ducky air freshener with the most serious expression you ever did see] Can anyone explain to me what this is, and why it was plugged in outside my house?

...and the next house over, and the next, and the next?



[ //encrypted private// to each and every one of his castmates ]

This is some sort of truth serum. But don't think I will accept that as an excuse if I hear any of you saying something stupid over the network.

[She draw a deep breath before speaking. This is her first public network announcement since she and Suzaku last spoke. It's even something she hopes he might be interested in. She hopes many people will be.]

Hello everyone,

[She wants to start by saying she and Lelouch were talking and they had an idea, but to admit that to Cornelia...]

I was wondering how many of you would be interested in starting a school here. I know there are many of us who were probably unable to finish our education. I realize there are study tools for people to do this independently, but there is something nice about actually going to school and having classmates, isn't there? At least I think so.

We would need teachers and students and probably someone to really organize it since it wouldn't really be fair for a student to do that, but I want to help in any way I can!

Well, what do you all think?

[Cornelia is somewhere near the athletic compound practicing her aim with her gun sword. There are several different target posts in front of her of varying distances that she has set up to serve as her own shooting range. While it would appear that she is lost in deep concentration, or perhaps it's just that she's still pissed off about her fail!date, she looks even more tense and unapproachable than usual. But IF there is something bothering her, it doesn't affect her aim. It's clear that she is very skilled with a gun.]


[ooc: My attempt at placing Corni in a situation where she 'might' have to be social. Please feel free to come and talk to her if you like guns, big breasts, or having a deadly weapon pointed in your character's face. XD

Note: Argh--sorry to those who already tagged this before I had to delete it. It's totally cool if you don't have time to tag again, but I wanted to say thanks for the first attempt~♥]

(When the video clicks on, you're greeted with a grinning, rather smug looking Master. Lucky you. Also, he's apparently in a computer lab trying to be nosy about the current workings of the compound. But, before all of that--)

Marina! Good afternoon. I hope you're not ruing the loss of your esteemed captor so soon. This could be a chance for change. Sentience's way of letting us know that we can't continue with our lives relying on it to provide us with our every what-for. There's no need to sit on any ever-proverbial laurels.

As for the little robot helpers-- tsk. (He presses his lips together in a mock disapproving expression.) I'm almost ashamed of you all, forcing such creatures to do what you, as supposedly capable humans and non-humans, should be doing for yourselves -- it's no wonder they're rebelling from all but the most simple of requests. After all, I hear so much about the ingenuity of humans in particular. I hope I'm not going to be disappointed by whatever path is taken.

(A slight pause; the annoying cheerfulness doesn't waver.) They're so much less inquisitive this way, aren't they? I like it. (He gives an obnoxious little wave before turning the video function off and returning to doing something that is, in his eyes, vaguely constructive. If anyone else happens to be in the computer lab, he's not going to pay them much mind unless they make a point of bothering him.)

((ooc: what slowatus OKAY, SO. The Master would totally try and take advantage of a situation in which Sentience went AWOL, so... I'd like to catch a mod at some point just to know what sort of things he'd be able to get away with/it was preferred he didn't/general timing, but in the meantime, if anyone wants to idk plot or something, just drop me a line ♥))

[In his brief fit of rage, he manages to turn on his communicator.]


[Furious, Grell slams his high-heeled foot against the wall, his fists clenched tightly. How could he possibly be put in such conditions??! William truly had no regard for him! At all! This was outrageous!! Just for-- for what, doing his job~?? Sure, Grell illegally modified his Scythe, but that was a minor offense! Nothing to warrant it be taken away and some... some hideous chain being put around his ankle!!!]

William T. Spears, you will pay for sending me here!!! I did nothing to warrant being sent away!

[He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself]

And, to make it worse, you take away my Scythe, put me in th-these hideous shackles, and force me to wear this monstrosity of a hat??! I can't possibly wear this! It does nothing for my hair... NOTHING!!!

[Josak is currently in the clothing store, looking around rather giddily. He gets to dress up Cornelia~! But of course, he feels he should remind her, just in case she finds herself "distracted."]

Yoohoo~ Cornelia, dear! Don't we have plans for today? [sounds very happy]

And Julia, I'll be ready for you when you call~

[Private to Murata]

Oh, Your Highness~ I think we may need to have a talk today--much later of course--or tomorrow. Things have changed a bit lately and I thought you might want to know about it.

{OOC: Josak will be in the clothing store for a while, so stop on by if you like! This is set BEFORE Cornelia's date with Oliver as Josak will be prettying her all up~ ...As if she need it. >>

There will also be a thread in here for Josak and Julia's "date" at the beach.}

[Lockon had spent what was left of his morning trying to get everything ready for the double-date. Oliver graciously volunteered to go pick up the sisters so that Lockon could finish prepping their table at the club. It was harder than he expected to plan an early dinner meal for four, much less when he had no idea what three of them actually preferred. So... he tried a little of everything. He didn't know if the sisters would appreciate any finger foods, so there were a couple of grilled trout presented, some potatoes  - fried, baked, and mashed; it was hard to choose! - and some simple steamed vegetables in a bowl on the side. The table also had a large green salad in a bowl, alongside a few types of dressings, and enough silverware to go around.]

[Despite the lateness of the evening, Oliver can be found jogging outside.  He had started with several laps around the shelter, but with the newly added stars to the dome, he feels like the park would be a better place to run and so he takes a sharp turn towards Sector 4.

He shadow-boxes from time to time, trying to keep in rhythm with his feet, focusing on his technique.  Anything to drown in his mind the memory of the gaze she gave him earlier that day, anything to untie the knots frustration had created in his muscles.

Oliver smirks slightly: this is the second her actions had sent him working out his frustration since the few days he's arrived here.]

[A podium and stage, decorated with pink and red, has been set up outside the shelter. Here's where the action happens...!]


[Everyone who wants to RP out their auction should make a comment here, describing what they're wearing and how they're feeling/acting in the comment. Don't say anything. You may optionally add context relative to the timing of the bidding, like mention that he's impatient for character X to go up, or is weirded out because character Y just bought someone else and she was supposed to buy him, or is anxious because she's the first one up there, etc.

[Then Minako responds with patter commentary, attempting to sell your character based on what she knows/has been told. She will put [Bidding] in the subject line. Respond to Minako's comments to bid. Just like in a real auction, the bid that is the highest or the fastest will be the one accepted!

[Please go up in increments of no more than 300 sentis at a time, and remember that 1500 sentis is a reasonable price for a date. Indicate in bold in brackets if you have OOC plans, like, "[He was confident he would win]" or "[She was starting to worry she didn't have enough cash]" or "[The thought of losing didn't even cross his mind]". It is common courtesy not to interfere with established plans; if you want to do something else, talk to the mun whose intentions interfere with yours.

[But try not to choreograph things too extensively. You have the right to decide what you want to happen to your character, but it's fun to let these things be spontaneous, and you don't have the right to tell other people their characters aren't allowed to do something IC just because it interferes with your extensively scripted plans.

[Minako will declare the winner of each auction, largely at her discretion, and then the bidding will be over.

[People may also start their own threads off the original comment with the biddee with subject lines like [Before the Bidding] or [After the Bidding] to interact with the person up for auction. Try not to do post-bidding threads until after the bidding is concluded -- for obvious reasons!]

[ The camera starts recording. Ribbons is sitting with his legs crossed on a bed in a room that is obviously one of the shelter's many quarters. He looks up from the ground to stare directly into the camera’s face. He smiles pleasantly.

The usual indicators that point out a filtered entry have been hidden. ]

Hello, denizens of Marina Asylum.

I am Ribbons Almark. I have just arrived here. From what I have read and heard when looking through this network, the situation as I gather is this: I have been brought here, against my will, to a prison maintained by robots and an AI computer called Sentience. The facility is deep underwater. Most people here are from different "worlds", and sometimes a single person will appear and reappear multiple times, each with no memories of ever being here. In addition to that, those I may recall as being dead could appear very well and alive. Any strange abilities my fellow inmates may have had have weakened to a more easily governed state.

And currently, there is no way for me to return to my home world. Not even if I mind my Ps and Qs.

Is all that correct? Or perhaps I've missed something.

An auction, huh? How many can I buy~?



[Private to Yuuki Kuran]
... selling yourself like a common prostitute. Very well. If you want to be treated like that, so be it.

[Private to Kaname Kuran]
I'm disappointed that you'd allow this... She is meant for better things.