[ He's strolling at what seems a casual pace through the prison streets, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He's got Edgeworth's headset on, toggling the map and broadcast settings as he does. The man had stormed out of the apartment without a word earlier that day and, after some time glorious waffling, he decided to finally get up and look for the younger. Even if the prosecutor was angry with him, he should probably have his communicator.

He won't say he's sorry. There was no point in Edgeworth throwing a tantrum in the early hours of the morning, especially after the incident he had a few days before. He knew that Miles wasn't the type to give up until he won, so it was best for all that he step in and stalemate the occasion. It had been pretty funny, though. ]


Hey. Has anyone seen a guy named Edgeworth around? He's a pretty big guy, grey hair - probably overdressed in an off-shade of pink.

Alternatively, has anyone seen a trail of frostbitten bodies or a real heavy concentration of ill-will?


(( OOC: Anyone trying to contact Edgeworth will get Nick instead, as Nick has his communicator (and is broadcasting from it). For action posts, one can see Nick wandering down the street or looking into buildings. This rp is set just before Edgeworth's coffee shop post. ))

[It's evening, and an Angel is sitting on the edge of the koi pond, doing - well, what is he doing?

It looks odd, anyway. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, with a look of deep concentration... then grips his head as though in pain. Pensive look, gripping head. Again and again, until he finally stops, even paler than his usual chalk-white pallor and looking vaguely nauseous.

Damnit, this isn't working.

But what is this?]

[ 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.

[So after having spent much of the day so far speaking with newcomers and figuring out that he's probably one of those famed glitches, Kid is on his way to (what used to be) his room to try and shake off the nausea he'd been feeling all day. Unfortunately, the room he enters is far less than the perfect room he remembers organizing the first time around.]

What the hell is going on here?! How dare someone come into my room and mess up the symmetry I worked so hard to perfect! Who would commit such a heinous act?!

This is completely unacceptable!

[Remember this guy, Marina? Well, even if you don’t he’s reintroducing himself in much the same way he did originally – getting angry about the lack of symmetry. He doesn't even care that it was probably the bots that did it.]

Whoever had the nerve to do such a thing will pay!!

[And that’s all before he turns his attention away from the feed and concentrating on fixing his room.]

[Ritsuka is sitting at his desk in his suite in the shelter, knees up on his chair and resting against the desk as he stares into the video function. He has been thinking on a great many things after his trip to the library this morning, though not all of them pertaining to the slightly too inquisitive professor he met there.

He feels a little silly starting off with something personal, but he figures it's better than staring and saying nothing.]

I thought the beach decorations were a good idea. We have festivals like that back where I'm from, so it felt a lot like being home again.

I guess some of you aren't so bad.

Uh, Roxas. It feels weird talking to you through this, but we should make memories again sometime soon. Maybe I'll try asking Acumen for my camera-- a camera. [He corrects himself just a beat too late, but it gets little acknowledgment apart from the flick of his tail.]

But I do have a question for everyone else. What's the earliest memory you have from before you came here? How old were you when it happened? If... you don't want to tell me what the memory is, just the age you experienced it is fine.

[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?

[This morning, Ushiro can be found at the athletic center. This isn't all that unusual, except that he's in swim trunks, no glasses on, staring at the pool. He can swim, of course, but he just feels so awkward doing it.]

[He looks down at himself again. He's so damn skinny. He doesn't like it all that much - it's not an unhealthy kind of skinny, and he wouldn't want to be fat, but he's got no real muscle. Not like some of the others.]

[He sits down at the shallow end of the pool, dipping his feet into the water. The only way he's going to get more muscle is if he exercises, right? But what if someone sees him? He'd look like an idiot.]

[To start swimming or not to start swimming...]

I can’t take this injustice!

[ The video feed flickers on and presents all who watch with a young man. He’s in a bright, orange jumpsuit, facing the camera. Tears are streaming from his watery green eyes and staining his olive cheeks. He’s had to rub them for about five minutes to make them this red ]

I want to go home! I miss my family! It’s not fair! I was payin’ my debt to society or whatever! Look at me! I’m just gettin’ outta my community payback fer fuckssakes. I did my time!

Somebody help me! Kelly! Curtis! BARRYYYYY!

[ He’s making all sorts of noise, wheeling his arms dramatically. Until he remembers that he’s on the edge of a complex of flats. He settles a little, but he’s breathing harshly, gulping as if full of emotion. He’s desperately looking at the camera ]

Please. Send me back. Or I have nothing to live for.

I swear to God, I will jump off of this bloody roof and spray my gibblets all over your pristine walk, Acuwhotsit.

[ Despite his language, and his height, you should realize this is just a kid. A teenager. ]

(( OOC: Nathan is immortal and cannot technically die. He will still, however, jump off the building and spatter a little on the pavement IF he deems it necessary. Potential gore and trigger warnings.

If you'd rather, your character can find him 'dead' on the sidewalk on the way to the complex. He'll look like he's a proper fall victim and won't be breathing. ))

[When the video feed turns on, it shows a teenage boy. He seems to be fine, despite finding himself in an unfamiliar environment. Of course, that's just on the surface.]

So this is prison? Ahahah... [It’s a nervous laugh, an attempt to calm his nerves.] I guess I can understand why, when I think about it. But it’s still feel rather surreal to me...

So, uh, hi! I’m Atsuro Kihara, I’m from Tokyo and, as you probably can tell already, I’m new around here. I already read the welcoming material, which is a great help. But...

[A slight pause, before he continued.] I’m wondering, but is there anyone here that knows me from Tokyo? If you guys are here...let me know, okay?

...I read that we're replaced by a version of ourselves from another world in the brochure. Won't anyone notice that version's absence from their world? Or is their world's time just...stopped while they're taking our places?

[he's been sitting in the library, orienting himself; he thinks he's gotten a good grasp on the situation and that it's safe to use his communicator to chat. Charles is meandering through the library as best he can with his restraint on, observing the stacks]

From the Ivy League to the CIA to the big house. [a little laugh] It's quite an unexpected leap. I have to say this reading selection is a trifle lacking, but I suppose that's to be expected... Other than the material in my welcome basket, of course! That was quite appreciated. I love the sunglasses, they're a nice touch.

[--he is more than a little disoriented with his telepathy sealed off like this; things he could normally have picked up in seconds are mystifying him. but even though the welcome pamphlet talked about "powers", he's not comfortable just casually talking about that in public. he mulls over how to put this into words, and finally asks cheerfully]

So, come and tell me. Who else is, or was, excited by all this far-out technology? I can't be the only one who was astonished to see half a dozen computers in this library, each of them small enough to fit in my arms! And these communicators, they're amazing, just -- really amazing.

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. ]

[Since he hadn't gotten any angry calls on the communicator about someone burning down Kamui and Subaru's house, he's guessing the surprise party went alright. Not that he had sent an invitation to anyone he thought might cause much trouble on their own, but who knew with putting that group of people in a room together. Fuuma was pleased the plan had seemingly gone off without any problems though.]

[Now he was faced once again of his increasingly annoying problem of nothing to do. Figuring out how to roll a cake had actually taken up a fair amount of time and effort, which he was fine with. It was a nice distraction from the increasing lethargy he faced here. As he was now - "Kamui" - was not a state he was truly meant to actually live with. He had been meant to break all the kekkai in Tokyo to end the world and kill Kamui. That would kill all the humans living on Earth. Fuuma wasn't an exception. But here, he had no purpose. He could hardly hear a whisper of a wish from most people, the planet wasn't wishing for humanity to die, and Kamui was less than inclined to do anything about his "wish" to bring "Fuuma" back. He could only verbally and physically push so much.]

[So for today, his plan was to wander aimlessly until the celebrations Acumen had announced for later. At least with that he was almost guaranteed to run into someone. That always made things a little less boring.]


((OOC: There be a Fuuma wandering around the dome. He'll pretty much be just about anywhere this morning, save for the beach of course, so feel free to hit him up.))

[He's tried to break out of his SEELE/NERV-imposed sleep schedule, but so far he's still up with the morning announcements and ready to start his day.

On this particular day, that means wandering the residential sectors, starting with Sector 2, looking for a new place to live. Oh, the shelter's not that bad, but it is crowded and a bit stifling. He liked having his own apartment in Tokyo-3 instead of always being under the feet of the Old Men, so he figures he'll go back to that.

A roommate wouldn't be so bad, though...]

[Just like yesterday, Tamaki can be found sitting at the piano in the music room of the Education Center but unlike yesterday, he's not making this a public show. He plays a few random notes before making a call to Judith to tell him he's ready to play for her.]

[filtered to Judith]

Princess, if you are ready to listen I am prepared to play for you again. [He pauses for a moment, realizing something.] And should you prefer to have a live show it would be my honor to walk you here! [wink!]

[End filter]

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[Once that's over with Tamaki stays at the piano for a little while, just playing around with the piano a little more. He has no where to be and he really does enjoy playing so what's the hurry to go back to his room just because he's done playing for Judith?]

Uhhh, hey, everyone, who is currently staying here, not totally against their will or anything. [ >_> ]

I just have a question, uhh, that is purely due to my own curiosity, so it is your choice to answer, or, um, not, answer, it's okay if you don't.

What kind of races are people here? I've already spoken to humans! Which was r-really cool, and uhh, a canine that could speak as I do, which was uhhh, also very neat. But, I am just wondering what other species are here, besides trolls, and er, humans, and talking canines. I probably have already spoken to other things, not that, anyone is a thing, or anything like that.

But...yeah, that's it, heh.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• John Egbert: a letter from Kohran Li.

[Action]
[PM is waiting at the post office with a box of uniforms at her side for her volunteers to arrive. She has sent messages to them in a hand-waved way to come to the post office at a determined time, and now she waits!]

[Today will be a day for training and uniforms.]

[--Of course, PM can also be found on her normal route during the afternoon, should a random passerby want to say hello!]

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[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 121 go here!]

[ It's midday. Others are flocking to the coffee shop or going about their day, and Ashton was in the graveyard. Not just at any plot, either, but sitting cross-legged directly in front of a large stone tablet that bore the names "Gyoro and Ururun". He's been avoiding this place for some time. Wouldn't you, if it's the one thing in the whole prison that unquesionably makes you consider your own mortality and the decisions you've made in life? ... of course you would.

And he's talking to the stone now, paying no attention to the area around him for once. ]

((OOC: Ashton can be either interrupted above, or found aimlessly wandering to/from the graveyard. Just note it in your tag!))

[Roxas is sitting on a bench by the park, with a small blue PDA in his hands. He is perusing it with great seriousness, because he honestly has no idea how anything like this thing works. Almost literally the only technology that he has ever handled before this moment has been his communicator, and that only has three buttons on it.]

[Under his booted feet is a skateboard. He is rocking it back and forth a little idly while he attempts to learn the ways of his new toy.]

[He's waiting for someone, but you can come run into him, or contact him over the network here!]

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))