[For the past couple days, Gilbert's been really thinking. He's been too ashamed to talk to Elliot and too depressed to do anything else. However, today, he's actually eaten and he's feeling slightly more confident. However, if you look at him, he doesn't seem like he would be nervous or upset at all. He honestly just looks angry.

So he's sitting in the cafeteria in the shelter, carefully eating his food and trying not to scarf it down. He's actually nervous, being in public, but he just looks angry, once more. ...And maybe a little bit lonely. So do you want to approach him? He certainly won't approach you, that's for certain.]

[Voice - Filtered to Elliot Nightray]

I need to talk to you.

[ An day spent at the ice skating rink was just the thing Jennifer needed! Sure, she had the party to go to later in the afternoon, but right now, her time was designated to her dear friend Momiji and his cousins. Hopefully they remembered their play date, but either way, she wasn't going let this opportunity go to waste! She'll just start off slow with a leisurely stroll around the rink. Nothing much, just a little! ]

(( ooc: mingle post! Momiji, Tohru, and Kyou are expected, but just about anyone can stop by and say hello while she takes a breather or take Jennifer out for a spin around the rink. It's pretty much an equal opportunity threadjack moment here. Have fun! ))

Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]

Life-term imprisonment? It's like the plot of a potentially interesting mystery story. Still, you revealed who was responsible right from the beginning. There's no suspense.

[this mop of hair is talking? why is it talk-- oh, wait, it's a person. in a mountain of books. in the library. a chain around his foot. how is that comfortable at all??]

Anyway, I'd rather be sent home now. There's someone who'll be upset and scream a long time if I'm absent, and I don't think he'll accept the fact that I've been stuck a long time underwater. Even if there are a lot of good books.

Though, now that I think about it... I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up here too... Has anyone seen someone named Elliot around? He's probably made a lot of trouble, and I apologize in advance. Please tell him Leo is looking for him. I'll be in the library. Thank you.

[with that, the feed cuts off. leo looks down at his hands a bit, thinking about something, but soon goes back to reading. Elliot would come soon enough, he felt.

in the meantime.... he'll read this entire mountain of books.]

[There's the sound of fumbling, then a couple swears, then Gilbert's angry face appears on the screen. He doesn't remember falling asleep here, and... he is not pleased! He has so many things to do and people to watch...]

Hey. Send me back to where I came from! I obviously don't belong here! [The chain on his foot rattles as he lunges forward to yell into the communicator, the cigarette he so gracefully talks around almost falls out. Almost.]

This better not be some kind of joke! [And he's fumbling for his guns, which he just can't find.] Where are my weapons?!