Uh, hey... [everybody.] Slow night at the [Pause, because why does he work here again?] Devil's Compass. So, all drinks half off. [Weak laughter. It's funny because everything is free and, okay, maybe it's not that funny.] We're in Sector 5. Just look for the sign.

Oh, right. It's a bar in case you weren't familiar.

Dean, Cas, you know where it is. [Hint. Hint. Nudge. Nudge. There are things to talk about. Lots of things.]

[Hello Marina.

Who would care for a spot of comfort food or perhaps a touch of kitchen therapy? Sanji is definitely indulging in the latter and for a large part of the afternoon he'll be in the Shelter Kitchen, making all sorts of tasty late-summer morsels. Without Luffy to cook for it's easy to slack off and he could use any distraction that comes his way - hence cooking. Experimenting. Inventing delicious things.

Feel free to grab a plate or have a chat or both! Threadjacks also welcome!]

[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.

He is far from pleased.]

You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.

[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]

But!

[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]

If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥

I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]

((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))

[Yuki woke up about 25% of the way outside...in the park. He was mostly irked because it was hot, but didn't wake up completely. So he's now sleepily wandering in the direction of his house... He bumps into things along the way and eventually activates his communicator. The picture is of a scrawny, sleepy teenage boy who does not look at all happy. Or sad really. Just blank. He also groggily mutters things occasionally.

Well, he finally bumps into a wall, the wall is cool on his forehead so he stays there. Inevitably his eyes close and his breathing steadies. He falls asleep against that wall.]

Mnn...

[Well! Feel free to bother him. Be careful about being violent with him though~ ♥ Also, if you knew him before, he's been gone for about a couple days now! He's back!]

Ah, um, hello! My name’s Yako Katsuragi and I’m a detective from Japan. I’m new around here but I’ve got the basic idea of this place, even if I still can’t help thinking this is somehow Neuro’s fault even if he's supposed to be back in Hell thanks to the brochure. But I’ve got a small question.

[ here Yako’s eyes intensify, clearly whatever this question is has to be of the utmost importance. ]

Can someone direct me to where I can get some more food? That welcome basket only lasted me five minutes, I’m so hungry. And do we have to pay for food around here? Because I don’t have that much money on me after my favorite takoyaki stand raised their prices... Why do I get the feeling they only raise their prices when I'm there.

[A blank stare is picked up by the communicator, seeming to almost stare past it as he gazes around the park where he arrived. The basket beside him is mostly untouched though he holds the brochure in his hand.]

Ah, a prison.

[Mori picks up the device; his expression doesn’t seem to change but slightly a slight softening around the eyes that those who know him might pick up on. Also in the slight shifting there is the sound of a chain for a moment and a glimpse of one of the restraints attached around his leg.]

Mitsukuni? [Are you there?]

[Oz is standing outside in Sector 4, looking up at the water dome that serves as their sky. His hands are shoved into his coat pockets and he's perfectly still. The only movement is the rise and fall of his chest as he takes, slow, calming breaths. When he finally does speak, it's broadcast out to the masses.]

Huh. You wouldn't think a thick layer of water could mess with the sun and moon cycle. [But it obviously does. And all of Oz's hard work to be in control of the wolf inside seems to be slipping away from him.]

Buffy? Sam? Got a few minutes?



ooc: Only the voice is broadcast. But feel free to run into him for action.

[Rogue is in a kitchen making bread dough. Her hands are bare and there's flour up to her elbows. She's got her hair tied back, a smudge of flour across her nose and she looks happy.]

I'm makin' biscuits and gravy from scratch in the dining hall if anybody wants some. I've got one batch that oughta be ready soon.

[so, Flynn is in the dining hall just outside the shelter kitchen, with a plate of eggs and a cup of coffee in front of him. he is eating, but also staring with some confusion, at a sheathed sword propped up in the chair across from him. the sheathed sword has a cup of coffee (with cream) as well]

[.........it appears to be a perfectly normal inanimate sword that has been served a cup of coffee]

[would you like to side-eye him?]

[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

[ Do you like ice cream, Marina? Probably not as much as Subaru.

You see, she's sitting at the front of the ice cream shop, staring down what you hope is her first and only ice cream cone, as it's completely stacked with multiple different flavors.

And then it happens. She opens her mouth wide and completely devours the top scoop; there is barely a trace of it left on top of the one below it, on the stack. Subaru pauses, wincing the slightest bit before releasing the cold breath from between her lips with an ecstatic sound. ]

This is pretty good! [ Hey! She deserved it after the training this morning. She's still wearing her full gear, too: skates, glove, barrier jacket and all. ]

[Schuldig is sitting in the park. He's figured this is best place to try and find his top three potential targets. If they walk by, he might be able to catch them and be able to find them easier later. For the moment, he is waiting... waiting... looking for other potential victims who might amuse him until he can fulfill his "promise" to Ava. So he is sitting in the park, randomly doodling on the ground with stick to attract attention and get people to stay around longer so he can read them]

[ooc: Here's Schu. He's target hunting. No attacking without previous plotting, but he will read minds. Be careful... he just might draw what your character is thinking to freak them out]

[Itachi leaps from the roof of one building to another, keeping a quiet pace, shifting in and out of the shadows easily as he moves. He is not moving quickly, as speed can make one's eyes less diligent, but he will not be easily noticed.

It's the late shift again, and to be honest, he prefers it. Walking through the sectors late at night, listening to whatever might break the silence. He's more than capable of giving enough attention to outside world and his own thoughts at the same time, and thus the quiet solitude of the night is beneficial to him.

Usually. Perhaps he would prefer the distraction tonight, when thoughts do little more than annoy him with their uselessness. Such as thoughts about Kisame and his strange presence--someone from his future who knows is past. Someone who knows far too much.

A distraction may be suitable for the occasion.]

[Voice]

Can one truly be incapable of intentionally killing a friend under any circumstances?

[ Did she, did she dream all of that? The angel attack, the coma, the momentary lapse of insanity - ]

[ her head is aching, which only serves to exacerbate her already spoiled mood further. ]

Oh come on, you could have at least let me kill all of them! Stupid robot. I only had three left - I could have beat them all in the next minute. But no, all I get is a splitting headache. Thanks a lot.

[ closes her eyes and massages her temples, and -- actually manages a smile ] ...I forgot how good it feels to kill angels.

[there is a young man in plate mail armor standing outside the ice cream parlor, looking more than a little frustrated as he sits at an outdoor table, reading his pamphlet. when he finally has read all that there is to read, he manages to get to his feet and toggle the video function on. he might look a little like Guy if you've met him, but his expression is contained, reserved]


Greetings, everyone. I'm-- My name is Flynn Scifo. [conscientiously leaving off all titles, etc. he isn't sure what kinds of people could be here, and he may well be alone] I've read this pamphlet, and I appreciate the information within, although of course I find it -- a little hard to believe.

Am I to to understand that there are people here who have crimes committed in the line of duty, or to protect others, and who are still being arrested as criminals?

And-- if anyone knows of a way I can seek to correct my list of crimes, I would appreciate it. [he sounds somewhat put-upon] I realize that it won't make any difference, but all the same, I would like it to be known that I most certainly have never poisoned anyone. [mortally offended right now]

If you're in anyway involved with this, Kisuke...  [The video starts showing a dark skinned woman dressed in a black spandex outfit who is clearly not looking too impressed. No, on her face is a look usually reserved for Kisuke when he's done something stupid. But who can blame her? Arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrow with a predatory gleam.]

Feh. So Acumen, is it? If anyone, Warden or otherwise, is expecting a thank you for the gift...

[Letting that linger, before slightly raising her right stockinged foot. Of course, she can't exactly raise it too high, given that there's a shackle attached to an iron ball keeping it down, and seeing as she appears to have absolutely no abilities at all... Still, she gives it a little jingle before that leg lowers again.]

So what's this? A joke, right. Pretty poor taste, if you ask me. And a criminal? I suppose I've been called worse but this is one of the crappiest prisons I've seen.

[Gaze shifting back, there is still some jingling as she's wiggling her toes, not liking this hindrance at all.] So. I'd usually sleuth out answers myself, but I appear to be a bit limited at the moment. Am I supposed to by that whole little speech given to me when I awoke in this oh so wonderful place? Minus the ocean part, of course~ That I can see for myself.

[ A C T I O N ]

[ So, taking a nice walk in the park? It's lovely, isn't it? Of course it is, the park is always so great. Nice green gardens, lovely displays, a little playground to play around in, a dead kid on a bench, fantastic scenery-- Wait, wait, wait, back up. ]

[ What dead kid? ]

[ On one of the park benches around, there is one (1) teenager lying upon it with his hands folded over his stomach, looking pretty peaceful. On closer inspection, he's actually breathing, so false alarm. However, should he really be sleeping out here? He's a new person in Marina since there's a welcome basket on the floor, by him. ]

[ Well, it looks like he's really happy and won't be waking up for another hour... Unless someone comes to bother him and wake him up from his sleep, but why would you even. ]

[ V I D E O - an hour and half later ]

[ In the fellow network of today, there is yet another newcomer into Marina. He doesn't seem all that rattled though, especially for one that has just shown up in an area that's deep underwater. It hasn't taken him long to figure out how to work this headset and he has a few questions to ask, which is why the video function is on, but for now... he seems rather more focused on the basket of food he has in his hands... ]

[ This said basket also seems very empty of all food... despite it being full just twenty minutes ago... ]

[ This "mysterious" person finishes eating from the packets of nuts and places the wrapper back into the basket. He looks down at it before picking it up. ]

Is that it?

[ These welcome baskets just aren't what he is used to anymore and nope, not going to ask about the prison...yet... ]

Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Children of all ages! Gather round, one and all! The Fight Club is finally underway! [Their double-edged voice quivers here with barely restrained anticipation, and after they dig their claws deep into their palms, they'll begin again.]

We're so sorry to have kept you waiting, but no longer! Come on down to the arena! Sit back, relax--but most importantly, do enjoy the show! It's going to be a night you'll never forget! [They laugh hard and long here, unrestrained glee crackling through their tone before the connection is cut.]

[Won't you join them?]

((OOC: Each character will be announced into the ring through Gabriel, the lovely referee! He's on hiatus right now, so just assume it happens. <3))

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[It's early, as in very early just barely past the morning announcement early. And where is Richie?

Inside the coffee shop of course. Where else would a guy be when he's been trying to keep himself awake so as to rewrite from memory every single experiment or schematic he had drawn since arriving in Marina. Having a photographic memory with a brain that holds information like a million gigabyte hard drive isn't a bad thing--usually. Except for when you have to copy it all down.

But who needs sleep anyway when there are so may other things he could be doing with his time? And coffee is much better than the little "pick-me up" pills he'd invented--or at least safer.

Just don't disturb all the coffee cups in front of him that have been stacked into a pyramid or the papers that look like someone spilled ink--and maybe coffee--all over them.]