[Sougo has the most important question on his mind, and he needs to ask.]

So if we don't need money, why do people work? People really like busting their asses for nothing?

[He's seriously trying to figure this out, and it's apparent on his face. He had a reason to work back home, but now? Pffffttttt this will enable his laziness.]

When I'm finally free from this chain, I'm going to be drinking and eating and sleeping and shitting all day.

Okita Sougo, retired at 18. This is the life.

What would make this perfect is if I could screw some bitches. Can't have it all, I guess.

[Link is picking up a piece of wadded paper and shaking it at you. Yes, YOU! Littering is despicable!]

I strongly suggest with the cleaning only a few days complete everyone should do their part to keep it in excellent condition. If we are to be in prison we might as well be in a pristine prison.

[Ew, he's holding someone else's trash. Is that gum?]

[ Wandering around the snowy park? There are two things to look out for: (1) don't trip over the bright orange ropes that close off a large open area, (2) take cover and watch for a stray snowball, and (3) ... you know, you might want to join in for this is a Snowball Fight.

Only guidelines: no weapons, no head shots, no stuffing snow down someone's mouth, collar or anywhere else uncomfortable. Play to your heart's content! Spoiler: there's no winner.

Warm drinks and snacks are served in a nearby tent (ah, thank goodness for space heaters!), while towels and blankets are also available. You might want to take advantage of the snow as well -- make snowmen, snow angels, your own sculpture as you wind down~ ]

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[It's been a while since he went all out on a practice like this, but it's about time.]

[Allelujah's in the dojo, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the training dummies. He's got his knuckles wrapped - it seems those sweatbands on his arms are good for more than one thing - and there's a constant 'thud' of impact as he tries to push away his frustration into the practice.]

[The style's not elegant, but it's simple and effective. He varies it a little bit, switching from punches to kicks on various targets on the dummy, and he moves around it a little, but otherwise he's focused on beating the crap out of whatever he's imagining on the dummy's fabric.]

[He does stop briefly every so often for water, though, which is probably a good time for anyone who's come to investigate the noise to try to talk to him.]

I've heard a couple of new people around, so I thought I'd make myself known. Hey guys! I'm Gino Weinberg. And I'm offering my help to everyone, well actually, all the new Marinarians. [Yup, he's borrowing the term Yuuki coined!]

What can this guy do for me? You might be asking. Well, I can't get that chain off your foot and I can't get you back home, but I can help you with all those pesky chores you're no doubt doing right this moment. I'm a great hand at laundry. Just ask Kallen and Suzaku! And I'm pretty good at gardening too. So just give me a call if you need me! I'll be pretty much available all day. And the days after.

[He gives a wave and shuts off the camera. You can find him in the laundry room! Or - wherever the robots are taking you to do chores!]

[Silence..and more silence...maybe the best silence you've ever heard in your entire life--

--Until it happens.

There's giggling, bubbly little giggling which gradually builds up and up and up without stopping. Where is it even coming from?

Well, GIR isn't about to leave you wondering for very long.]

Did anybody miss MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!

EEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!

HEY!

[When you first see Asch's face, he is mad. Teeth grit, fists clenched, face as red as his hair in rage mad. He's trying to stand straight and intimidating but his shoulders are shaking in anger and, without his sword and hampered by the restraints, he's little more than a furious rooster at the moment.]

[His restraints definitely do show signs of trying to be chiseled off with whatever he could have grabbed upon arrival - chipped bits of flashlight can be seen in the chain - and it's only his failure to do so himself that's prompted him to try this damn device and network for assistance.]

Whoever's sick, twisted, damn idea of a joke this is, you have less than thirty seconds to get this thing off of me before I make sure you wish you were in prison yourself, because I have much better ideas for what to do with you than any of the fonbots in this forsaken pit!

And then Monopoly wasn't the only hoarder with a "Go Directly to Jail" card. Good to know.

[This teenage boy looks like he went five rounds with a patch of dirt. And lost. Battered appearance aside, he seems ready to go for a sixth round. The way he's fidgeting is also a dead giveaway of something being up and it also doesn't help that he's in prison. Tommy and prison? That didn't go so well the last time.]

I went through the entire place twice and what did I find? No exit in sight, that's what. Big surprise there. Anyone thinking third time's the charm? 'Cause at this point, I'm willing to try anything. I'll even bring down a building or two if it means grabbing the warden's attention.

[Normally cheeky Tommy isn't in the mood to fool around right now. Which is saying something. With his general dislike of prisons and the aftermath of Doom's attack, he seriously needed out.]

Okay, really now.

[Michael here? He doesn't look at all happy. He's eaten everything in the welcome basket and now he's both bored and frustrated--not with being in prison, because it doesn't feel like a very huge deal, but with being out of food for the time being, and more importantly with the chain around his ankle. It's heavy and it sucks, trying to drag it around. That, and for some reason he can't use his brainwaves at all, not even the tiniest pulse of neural activity. Nothing.

The location and circumstance aren't the problem. It's being, for lack of a better word, human, and physically restrained.

And alone. Being alone is...unnerving. He doesn't like it, and he looks antsy because of it.]

If anyone can understand me, I'm looking for my siblings. Their names are Johann and Nena.

If you don't appreciate a foot shoved so far up your ass you choke on it, I recommend you start talking. Any one of you, and make it quick--no bullshit. I don't have all day.

[What will he do if he doesn't get his way? Given the way he's talking and the dangerous gleam in his eyes, he'll give you three guesses.]

[Today, Kaito's decided to sneak out for a few things at the clothing store. He had a few dresses over his shoulder, some in a small pile on the floor, and some draped over a couple of robots that kept trying to clean up after him.

He hums at the current garment in his hands and tries to... figure out the right way. So many straps-- denied. That's another one tossed over his shoulder before he goes back to rummaging through the racks. Where's a model when you need one? Hrmmm. In the mean time--]

[voice]

--Yo, what's the most superior color? And no one say orange, 'cause no one likes that shit unless they're impersonating a traffic cone.

[for the very first time in her life, Nena is in a library, and has spent more than 5 minutes there before declaring it a boring pile of horse shit. as it turns out, romance novels are fucking hilarious. who knew?]

I swear to god, you people are all completely hopeless. [waves a book around and winks at the camera. see? she has evidence.] It's like you don't know anything romance and guys and all that crap. How do any of you ever get laid? [not that it applies so much here, but...]

'Oh, what if he doesn't feel the same way?', 'I'm just not good enough for her', 'Oh, whatever shall I do?!'. [she mostly stuck to the trashy books.] Pathetic, seriously.

So, I get that this'll be hard for you all to understand, but I can totally help! I'll even be nice and make it super easy for you; just give me you're problem, and I'll tell you what to do! Ask away! [V-sign!]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!