[MOMO was in the shelter kitchen, having gathered everything she needed for the recipe she and Latias had decided on. Lots of vegetables were around... things like peppers, onions, mushrooms... and she had all the ingredients to make a stirfry. She was currently going through the cabinets to find what she needed to start cooking... pots, utensils, bowls, cups. She had three cookbooks, one of which was open to the recipe she was planning on first.]

{OOC: For reference, MOMO's making this recipe. I meant to post that earlier.}

[ welcome to Flynn's [surprise!unwanted!] beach party birthday bash! it's essentially a giant beach picnic, with blankets spread out over the sand and shade provided by mounted tarps. the poles are decorated, there are balloons under the canopy of the tarps, and a volleyball net has been set up for interested parties. swimming is also encouraged.

the cake is in the center of the blankets and presents are to be deposited off to the side. ]


((ooc: Mingle post! Ambush Flynn with well-wishes and/or presents. People with Flynn or Yuri CR should consider themselves invited, anybody else can drop in on the big, obvious beach party; just tag in wherever you feel like it!))

[Before he heads out for the library, Atsuro switch his communicator on for a video feed, showing him smiling at the screen.]

Hey, who do I talk to about enrolling into classes?

[After that, he'll be at the library, working hard on the mathematical problems Naoya mailed to him. Atsuro's sitting at one of the tables with a pencil, eraser, papers and a calculator. There's some equations and numbers written on the papers, and he looks very focused on solving them.

It'd be easy for people to sneak up on him like this.]

[Red doesn't really think about using filters, so everyone gets to see him sheepishly waving at the screen as he makes his call.]

Um, Ms. Jennifer...? [He looks around, and the video shows a lovely view of the middle of the park.] I think I got lost again...

[He was in her house a few moments ago, how did he get here?]

Someone moved my things! Those are very sensitive experiments and they aren't ready for distribution yet!

[Remember the dream event? Yeah, that was Sam and Dean moving her things. Sorry about that. Well, not really sorry...]

I'm not angry. [She's clearly very angry.] Just announce your guilt and I'll deal with you accordingly.

{OOC: Since, well, after she finds Maes and Maes finds her, they'll be inseperable, I'm timelining this to before his post so she hasn't heard it, yet. It makes things neater.}

[Wandering around near the beach and the neighboring streets, Elysia has managed to get herself some colored chalk, and she's leaving chalk drawing everywhere. Some are badly mangled looking alchemy circles. Some are odd drawings that look roughly like a large set of armor. There are a few that look like a short blond kid with a braid. This one looks like a man with glasses. There's a lady over there. They'll be all around the beach area, and eventually, you might find the source scraping away with the chalk as she makes a new drawing. She's humming to herself rather pleasantly.]

Alright, the game's up.

I don't know who did it but if you want to own up, now's the time to do it.

[Serious glint!]




... Put the photos back in my room. The poster too. [Who cares about belongings like boots and jackets and all that.] I know my daughter is absurdly cute, irresistibly adorable and the sweetest thing to lay your eyes on in the universe but you don't empty a man's room of his beloved treasures like this. It's just cruel.

[ guess who's back in the dome, marina? a certain blonde magician (with both his eyes, thank you very much) is currently aimlessly wandering the streets of marina, with no apparent destination in mind.

if you remember him, you're welcome to come up and say hi! ]


((ooc: have a fai, with previous marina memories! :D well, all of them minus keri!fay memories.))

[The gentleman on screen certainly doesn't look like someone who would be arrested under any penal code whatsoever, let alone like he could possibly be a threat to others. Though he's tall, he also appears quite frail, being rather thin and having prematurely white hair. He's also smiling, of all things. Who gets kidnapped to a prison they've never heard of before and smiles?]

Well. It's a lovely setting at least, isn't it? Though I am rather worried about the paperwork that's going to build up in my absence. I was already behind, and now this.

[hey, Marina. there is a tall, tan blond man in your pet cafe, and he is shocked. appalled! he has in his arms a pig-bunny-looking-thing and he holds it up to the communicator accusingly]

How can you guys resist this adorable face?!

I can't believe there are so many of them just -- languishing away here! Rappigs are social animals, people. They need love and attention! Your love and attention.

Come on. Where are my volunteers? [he transfers the rappig under one arm and puts his free hand on his hip, expectant]

[...yes, shockingly, you may find Peony in the pet cafe, fussing over the rappigs]

[It was really pretty confusing, to find yourself in a strange city, in front of what looked like a movie theater. He had been at home, hadn't he? And the thing that was suddenly on his when he woke up was making a ton of noise. So needless to say, it had gotten pulled off his face. He had never seen anything like it before...]

[Fuuma leaned up against the wall of the building, sliding down to sit. You aren't supposed to wander around when you get lost, right? That just makes it harder for people to find you. But if he could hear voices from the device in his hands, maybe it was like a phone? After some fiddling with the buttons on the thing, the video function clicks on. The 11 year old that appears on the screen might be rather familiar to a few people who have been in the prison for a while. He looks a bit nervous, and maybe a little upset, but his voice is pretty even.]

Excuse me? Can anyone hear me? I was wondering if anyone could give me directions back to the Tokagushi Shrine...

[He doesn't look sure if anyone can actually hear him through the thing, but it was worth a shot. If not, Fuuma will at least try to spot someone nearby and ask them.]


((OOC: Meet 11 year old Fuuma Monou, Marina! Don't worry, he's taken from before Saya died, so he won't go crazy on you. But if you throw a creeper at him, he will likely run for the hills.))

[ Being part of a paramilitary organization was bound to have its repercussions, and being "tried" and "incarcerated" for her "crimes" (property destruction, various forms of assault) was something that she had expected.

But with things moving quite smoothly at Krung Thep, it jarred Chall to find herself in prison so suddenly, specially when she had been in the middle of doing something important. After spending some time to study the communicator, and pulling up whatever information she can, she then opens the video feed. ]

Is there a way to call home?

There are people I need to notify of my absence immediately.

[ Keeping as calm and polite as she can, like the responsible adult she strives to be; but the knot in her brows betray doubt and discomfort. ]


(( OOC: This be Chall Acustica of Gundam 00P, and she's wandering around sectors 2, 3 and 4. :3c ))
 

Please tell me I'm not the only one thinking this can't be a prison.

[Lucy sighs.] The research facility was less accommodating. At least I had my own ward there, with a nice straight jacket.

...does anyone have some pills? My head is aching.

((As I've taken her from a later canonpoint in the manga, Lucy will not be attacking your human muse! No worries. Nyuu may or may not pop out at random.))

[Echoing through the communicators is an odd post. Pure audio, it's nothing except shrill, amused laughter.]

Haaaave fun....

[Any attempts to reply back to the post will be met with silence on the other end. However, at random places within the dome, you can find a young woman of about twenty, floating around. She has a very odd set of wings on her back, and a snake wrapped around her wrist, with a half-materialized trident. Her back is to you, and she doesn't seem to be putting up any magic-barriers or defenses...]

((Basically, this girl is a nue (named "Nue"), a type of youkai shapeshifter. If you bug her in person, she'll turn herself into the person you most do not want to see. How she knows any of this is unknown. Also she's just a troll, so she won't attack, and if it's clear she's upsetting you to the point of not being funny, she'll drop the act. Tag at your own risk!))

[ It's the middle of the afternoon, and Ashton is standing with his back against the wall of the ice cream shop, dressed in black shorts that hang past his knees, and a grey t-shirt. He's here waiting for Jennifer, because he has a few things to ask her, and also because ice cream is awesome and he owes her for that one day. It seemed so much longer ago...

She was always someone he could confide him, so perhaps she can help him sort stuff out in his head. ]

[The video feed turns on from the communicator revealing what appears to be a young boy(or a girl depending of your perspective) looking very confused. A few seconds later, he notices the communicator and he's fiddling around with it for a bit, staring for a moment. It's clear has no idea how it works as he lightly taps on it and starts talking a bit loudly at first]

Hello? Hm~ I wonder what this thing does? I've never seen anything like it before.

This place is definitely not the castle and--

Oh no! Did I manage to sleepwalk out of it? That means I'm lost or-- wait is this a [Raenef flails a bit, looking very panicked as he notices the the iron ball attached to his foot] ...kidnapping?!

[He looks like he's about to cry, before a thought hits him] Hey! I'm a Demon Lord, you know, so you can't really keep me here so easily, I can just--

...Teleport and get out of here, yeah!

[There's a really long pause as he tries to visualize the castle so he can easily leave, but when that doesn't happen he'll go right back to panicking again]

Eh? It's not working? ...The only thing I can get right and it doesn't even work to get me back! Don't tell me I lost my powers?! Eclipse, please don't get mad at me for this! It's not even my fault-- !

[And the transmission turns off]

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

...........This is such a weird dream.

[Shinwoo is staring dumbfoundedly at everything around him while the welcome message drones into his ear.]

I must have fallen asleep in class again. There's no way I'm in jail. I knew I shouldn't have let Ik-han talk me into watching that movie last night.

[He's tempted to pinch himself but....what if it actually hurts? It seems safer to just go along with the scenario for now. Besides, any second now, Teacher's going to bellow out his name and he's going to pop out of his seat, drool still clinging to the corner of his lips. Right?]

............

If this really is a dream though, can't there at least be ramen in it? [A slight whine.] I'm hungry.

[What might be a familiar face to some appears on the network. Hikaru sits quietly for a moment with an extremely confused look upon his face.]

Hey, has anyone seen Coco or Chanel? I could have sworn they were here...

[Coco and Chanel being the ferrets he and Kaoru had when they were here a few weeks back.

Speaking of Kaoru...]

Kaoru, you know I don't like it when you go sneaking off! You should come back right now!

[Because I don't feel good.

Because something feels off.

Because I need you to know that everything is okay.]

Ugh... the hell did I eat yesterday?

[And now he looks STRAIGHT AT YOU ALL giving a peace sign, giving his best NOTHING IS WRONG AND EVERYTHING IS SUPER FINE look!]

What's up?

[Ritsuka is sitting with his feet up on one of the couches (don't worry; he took his shoes off) of the first floor shelter common room with several large stacks of photographs arranged on the cushions beside him. He has paused in the middle of sorting pictures, if the stack still in his hand is any indication, and switched on his communicator. He frowns thoughtfully down at the pictures that have already been organized, then at the stack in his hands, before addressing the video.]

What's the best way to put memories in order? If I organize them by person, I'll get the days mixed up, but if I put them in order of day it'll be harder to find the ones I need of a particular person. [Not to mention Ritsuka's getting increasingly frustrated looking at the ones missing their timestamps.]

If anyone has an idea, I'd like to hear it.