[ up somewhat early after a surprisingly restful night, Murata was careful not to disturb anyone as he left the house, umbrella in hand, for the shelter's kitchen, and then off to the Butterfly Pavilion. he likes it there; it makes a tranquil place to think -- not unlike the Shinou's Temple's Inner Sanctum. the water trickling down the roof only adds to the effect.

and it doesn't hurt the butterflies don't dislike him! so, there he is, pondering all there is to ponder, and watching the little insects light on his hand. ]


((OOC: Catch him anywhere!))

[Good morning, Marina. Naoya is seated in a chair, glasses on, a book in his lap. He peers down his glasses a bit at the camera.]

I wonder… how many of you know of Norse mythology? The Norse are a culture in my world, known for fierce warriors. [He knows a few of you that do.] There is an event called Ragnarok in that mythology… which foretells the downfall of their gods.

[He opens the book, though he doesn't look down at it. It's just for show, after all.]

( Cut because it's a bit long. Sorry. )

Now… why do you think a culture would predict an end to their gods? I'm curious as to what you all think.

[he's secured a small section of green near the border of sector 3 and sector 4, and he's crouched there with his coat and button-down shirt long tossed over by the side of the road, working in the dirt. he's acquired a decent-sized crop of eggplant sprouts and is planting them carefully; more than a little bit careful because he barely knows what he's doing]

[he's tired after the meeting and after the hassle of the last few days. the last week. the last year. but he can't just shut it out or turn his brain off, so -- he'll try this instead]

...I don't even like eggplant. [to himself]

[well, he'll be here for the second half of the day, if you want to stumble across him]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

So, um...

[Fidgeting as the screen flips on, a girl with long brown hair worn up high in a ponytail (for once) glances away from the camera, red decorating her cheeks in a soft hue that glows. Fingers twisting, she tears them apart to curl into her skirt, a nervous habit that also serves for embarrassment. She licks her lips, speaking carefully as she continues.]

Ehee--I was just wondering, but,uh...is there anyone who tutors? I mean for some of the classes here in school...

[Looking a little sheepish, she laughs awkwardly before closing her eyes and giving a small sigh. Boy, asking really is kind of embarrassing.]

[ spent much of his first, functioning day back in the prison exploring the additions to the facility and becoming familiar with the new voices on the network; it certainly feels as though people are truly settling in.

from sector 5, he wanders through the park and eventually turns toward the library, where he finds a bit of interesting reading while he gathers his thoughts. eventually, he moves to an empty section of the building and turns his communicator to a private channel. ]

[ voice/private ]

Good afternoon, Sir Weller. [ friendly and respectful as always ] Do you have a moment?


((OOC: Murata's open for action threads by/in the Sector 5 shops, the park or the library! Come bother him. He likes meeting old and new people. :Da))

[Don't mind Mal, he's just walking the perimeter of each sector one by one, scoping out the situation, taking in what information he can, planning his mode of escape, checking every nook and cranny. Yep, he's a busy guy today who looks not quite so busy, albeit a little bit suspicious. Of course those who know him, know that suspicious is his default. Feel free to run into him anywhere at any time of the day.]

[ all in all, he's feeling somewhat better. enough to feel like sitting up. and, of course, talking. ]

Shibuya, are you busy?

[ look, it's the weird kid again. today he is making a point of jumping about, because he is unrestrained and free and hanging loose. hell to the fuck yeah ]

This prison only has beautiful people in it. I didn't know criminals were so pretty, but I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.

[ clicks his tongue ] Hey, uh, Allen? Thanks.

[ more clicking ] Oi woodlouse. How're them cramps?

[hello, Marina! have a pretty blond man with an eyepatch giving the feed a pleasant smile. If you're good at reading people, you may notice a hint of worry behind that smile. if you know him, you may notice some changes-- he has +1 eyepatch, and his remaining eye is yellow, not blue! his hair is longer than before, and the smile he's giving is a little more subdued than you may remember.]

Ah, hello! My name is Fay D. Flourite-- it appears I'm one of the most recent prisoner here! [he gives a small laugh; intended to be at the absurdity of the situation, but in reality, it lets out the quiet, nervous tension that has settled down into his chest.] I have a couple questions! The copy that replaced me-- it's certain that they'll finish doing what I was doing, originally? Any future misdeeds I may commit were likely revolving around stopping someone from doing some very bad things, and I wouldn't want my copy not to try and stop him!

[his smile wavers a little bit more at this point; it's possible that they could do alright without him, but risking it--]

I'm also curious to see if any of my companions are here! Syaoran-kun? Sakura-chan? Kuro-rin?

Thank you very much, everyone~!

[ after waking up in a koi pond, and then simply lying in it for long enough to guess what happened -- which didn't take very long, really; he doesn't remember said pond, but he recognizes the sky of the domed prison well enough -- Murata has begun to suspect Acumen doesn't like him.

oh well... he climbs out of the pond and drips on the grass for a moment before turning on his communicator. ]

[ voice ]

The koi pond is a very nice addition to things, I must say. Though I think the fish might be a little angry with me!

I think I should probably take a bath...

((ooc: Open for both voice and action tags!))

[Yuuki's out, and has a large scythe in her hands. The expression on her face is angry, though mixed with an obvious bit of uneasiness as she faces some of the raptors. She's completely alone, and there are a couple surrounding her on all sides. Her fangs show as she growls in a low voice, before shouting as she prepares herself to fight.]

I....I thought we were done with these monsters! _{Isn't Agatha...!?}  [She starts, without finishing. She's supposed to still be properly restrained and taken care of, isn't she? The monsters are beginning to look as though they'll pounce, and the weapon raises, ready to slash,]

[The bonfire going in Sector 6 is guarded by sentinels, but the area is decorated with orange and blue tents and laid out with good food, many of it toasted or hot. The flames are enchanted and cool, and they get extinguished if they're taken outside the boundaries of the little camp, but there is actually have a rich, spicy alcoholic beverage being served there, so try to have fun with that instead. (No, it will not make you breathe fire.)

[The bleachers and benches here offer the best view of the fireworks just starting to go off as the sky darkens...]


((posted slightly early, but hey, starting Friday we're going to have monsters, SO, if you don't plan to play with the monsters -- or if you do -- have some fun here! post a comment, and then comment amongst yourselves~))

[ Standing outside the ramen shop, waiting for Shibuya, Murata watches the other inmates -- mostly familiar faces -- go about their business or enjoy the festivities Acumen has set out. All in all, it's not such a bad place; he doesn't mind considering that every so often. ]

I- I've been here for a long time now and I couldn't help but notice...

NOBODY HERE IS A VIRGIN!

Of course Kiosan respects everyone's decision to become an adult, and Kiosan knows that's all personal business... but it's okay to slow down, too!

It's really okay to enjoy life as a kid.

Surely you know by now what I'm about to do.

[ Giggles ]

Ready for this boys and girls? I promise it's just a little different from the norm.

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Your crush. Significant other. Whatever it is you wish to refer to them as...

[ Should you guys be worried? ]

How did you establish it's them you wanted? What drew you to them in the first place? Do you think it can last?

[ Not as much as usual, it seems. ]

Sorry, though. I have nothing to add for personal experiences.~

[observe the dazzling scene of a battle royal! Alternatively, a very large bowl filled with water and with two tiny legions of badly folded, written on paper cranes: red on the left, white on the right.

...and they're all sinking, one by one, under Seimei's watchful eye.]

Wonder who'll be last standing...?

[softer, sing-sung]

...once at the shrine... what's there to pray for...


[ooc: last line = loose verses from the pretty creepy popular Japanese 'Chuugoku Lullaby.' orz]

I believe I've let you all go long enough without a word from me! So here we go.~

[Giggles.]

If there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be?~

How are you different now that you've been here? Has there been any change? Do you like it? Do you regret it?

So, I guess that explosion in my dream was an actual explosion then. I kind of got used to them with Anissina's lab not that far way in Shin Makoku. [Sheepish laugh] Acumen said it was just terrain and buildings. That means everyone is okay, right? He wouldn't just skip the part where someone was hurt.

...Would he?

Does anyone know what happened?

Oh, and to all new people! You should join the baseball team! Or cheerleading I guess...

[Fail private to Joshua]
Hey Josh, so dinner tonight then?