What do you do when you miss someone? What are good ways of not feeling sad? Nana tried drawing again but it didn't look as good as the first time and it just made Nana feel mad.

Nana's also tried sitting, sleeping and going for walks but they didn't help. Nana's trying to be good and patient and really does like this place better than home but...it hurts.

Also, what are good words for secret things or special things? Like a team? Nana doesn't know many words so if people could suggest some it would be really helpful.

Hello everyone.

I was hoping to have this together sooner, but I've posted a listing of the classes and who is teaching them for our new school in the shelter and at the educational facility. Please look it over if you signed up. I had to make a few changes after talking with Acumen because The Doctor and Willow are no longer here, but of course if anyone isn't happy with something, just let me know so it can be changed!

It would also be really helpful if you could fill out details about your class to make it easier for people to decide what they'd like to take. There are some guidelines to help and some slips of paper to fill out.

I'd also like to apologize to all our new arrivals. I'm sure not very many of the welcome baskets went out on time, but they are still coming! I'm working on a way to fix that from happening again even if something like the sleeping sickness is going on. You should have treats by tomorrow though.

[So much business to attend to! She isn't a princess here, but it almost seemed like she had more responsibilities now than she did as sub-viceroy.] On a more personal note, I'd like to thank Soubi, Gino, Cross, Kazuma, and of course, my sister, Cornelia, for helping me when I was being too stubborn to realize I was sick before. It's certainly nice to be feeling awake again. I'm very glad to be out of bed! [And at the moment she is sitting on a bench in the garden.]

[Private to Cornelia/Hackable]
I checked with Acumen [a longer pause than is strictly necessary] and the disc was still ready so I picked it up.

(OOC: Please use the OOC post for actually filling out the course info.)

[has been restrained since he arrived the day before, except for the exciting regimen of tasks the bots have been escorting him around on, and is getting decidedly less amused by now. This is, after all, day two of laundry and he's getting pretty bored]

Haha, the ball and chain thing is pretty authentic and all, but isn't this kind of old-fashioned for a futuristic prison thingy? It doesn't really go with the robots. [pokes the communicator. Might or might not be aware that the image is upside down]

[Just outside sector 0, there is a teenaged girl standing on top of a chair with a megaphone in her hand. Standing next to her is a nervous looking red haired girl in a form fitting and extremely short waitress uniform. It was obvious that the girl was extremely uncomfortable in this outfit and was doing her best to hide herself.

The brunette standing on the chair on the other hand looked completely in her element. The smile she wore lit up her face like a thousand watt bulb, a mix of mischievousness and excitement. Around her bicep was a bright red armband with the words 'Ultra Director' scribbled on it in black ink. The megaphone in her hand to ensure that no one could say they hadn't heard her words or she hadn't drew their attention.

Lastly, standing a distance away from the pair, holding several bags and looking not very enthused was none other than Kyon.]

Tonight! For ONE night only! The Oscar worthy, directorial debut of yours truly will be featured in the theater.

It's a can't miss--[there is a pause as the girl's attention is drawn to the shrinking violet in the corner.] Mikuru! You're supposed to be the star. Stand over here, right next to me. Ugh! Now I have to start over.

[She waits as the other girl makes her way to her side before starting over.]

Smile, Mikuru! You're acting like this isn't a good thing.

Okay! Where was I...oh yeah! There's romance! Intrigue! Secret Identities! Evil magicians. Mikuru in a Bunny Costume! She's a battle waitress from the future! Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Adventures of Mikuru Asahina for TONIGHT ONLY!

[OOC:Yes, it exists. In all it's bad acting and craziness. Watch the movie within the show. It's so bad it's good.]

[It was already 11:30 AM, and Yui was still asleep... on a sofa... Though that would mostly have to do with the fact that Acumen's announcement had awoken her earlier at about 6:00, prompting her to run over to collect her precious Les Paul Heritage Cherry Sunburst Electric Guitar, which she had fondly (if not crudely?) named Geeta. Sure enough, just as she would have done so back at home in Japan, she sleeps with Geeta right by her side.

It had been a pretty rough night for her before Geeta had arrived in the dome; she had been worrying about it the whole night, afraid of how it would have been mishandled or damaged while brought here, and had also missed it dearly. There wasn't a night that she had slept without Geeta being within a five-metre radius of herself since she got it, after all.

Sure enough, upon collecting the bag in which contained her guitar, she ensured that Geeta was in perfect condition, before running her way back inside the Shelter... Only to collapse, finally worn out, on the sofa that she would be sleeping on right now.

... So, yeah, maybe some mischief-maker would find it funny to wake her up right now~]

[OOC Update: Still technically open; simply jump in on the current-running thread!]

[The communicator unknowingly turns on and you can hear Shirley's speaking a bit quietly to herself at this point, her voice sounds a bit uncertain, because she has just read the welcome message]

...A prison? This can't be right, can't it? Though...maybe it can, I can't really--

[She stops midsentence, and starts speaking into the communicator now that she realizes it's on]

Hello? Is anyone out there?

[She pauses as she glances down at her clothes, realizing they're covered in blood. She hesitates for a moment before speaking up again]

Ah- it looks like I need some new clothes too,...with how they look now at least. Maybe there's a place around here that can help me with that?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 59th day of the third generation.

There was an unfortunate incident near the shelter that resulted in the death of fellow inmate Tatewaki Kunou last night. The Defense Force has been mobilized to handle the situation, so there is no need to worry. It is advisable that inmates not roam the premises during the night hours, and that any with information pertaining to this situation contact a member of the force.

Inmate Haruhi Suzumiya, your request has arrived. You will find the disc copy at the entrance to Sector 1, the other items in the storage beside the theater.

[ACTION - OPEN]

[Set up at the beach there's a contained bonfire, and tables full of food. Around the area there are several grills set up for if people decide they want to make things to their particular liking. There are even a few watermelon! It can't be considered a beach party without a watermelon to break among friends. Games have been set up. There are volleyball nets so that people can participate in a friendly game, and a couple of beach balls. Prizes are set off to the side for those who would like to compete in sand castle designs or the games themselves, and there are goggles and underwater equipment for water polo and other festivities.

Come, eat a piece of cake, grill yourself a steak, swim, sing, dance, limbo, mingle, troll, build sandcastles and have fun!]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get everything together, but I have a list possible subjects for the school as well as people who may be interested in teaching them. I made copies and put it up in the common room of the shelter. Please feel free to add to it. Some things may need to be combined into one class like the various sciences. I left extra sheets of paper if you'd like to make additional notes. Or you can just talk to me directly! I put names down to everything they said they might be interested in, but I'm sure they don't really want to have such a heavy class load, so please feel free to add your name anywhere and we can sort things out later.

We are making progress on the location and supplies. [Because Cornelia is working on that!] And I believe Kaoru and Hikaru are working on uniform designs. [She's not entirely sure she got a final answer on that.]

[After a moment] Oh, and Gino, the pictures of me have arrived if you would like to get together.

( Possible subjects and professors )

(OOC: Please be clear whether your tag is WRITTEN or VOICE. There are plenty of colored pens for your written responses and you may write notes to one another! Poke me or respond to this if your character already volunteered to possibly teach a section and I left it out. Skimming may have been involved!)

No way, you've got it all wrong! There's no way a guy like me's suited for jail life. This fragile mind, this youthful body, by sentencing me here you've guaranteed the loss of my wide-eyed innocence, tearing away the one joy many young girls had been anxiously waiting for since I hit puberty!

Please, Oh Great Prison Robot of the Future, grant me sweet freedom!!

[ Those in the area will take note that their newest resident is appealing his case to a trash bot. ]

[Accidental Voice | Action]

[Holding a hand to her temple, it appears as though Mikuru is concentrating deeply, her cute brows scrunched up in a mixture of consternation and focus. She remains like that for a long while, before giving a short defeated sigh.] There has to be some sort of communication...[Her shoulders slump a little and she sounds frustrated.] Especially when the technology here itself feels all too primitive.

[Obviously troubled, she appears downcast, but her small hands clench into determined fists. If this computer appears to know so much, doesn't it realize just what sort of fire it is playing with? She's failing miserably. But if she can't somehow...do something about their current situation, then certainly there is nothing but a bleak future. It's too important that things go according to plan. There is no way her superiors would allow something like this to happen. At the very least she would be briefed by now.]

Oh...was this recording? [Suddenly panicking her eyes widen and she flails. She hasn't said anything she shouldn't be has she? Swallowing nervously, she tries to remember. In any event, this is important.]

[Video]

[A beautiful young girl with reddish brown hair comes into view of the camera. She's pretty, with an innocent air to her.]

Um...um...! I have...a question for everyone. Actually, it's more than one. Oh! For those who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Mikuru Asahina, by the way. [Wringing her hands anxiously, her doe-like eyes glance up innocently into the camera lens.] I was wondering if anyone here knows of a way in which to communicate with individuals from home? If that is at all possible within this facility. As well as...I've heard that people have disappeared and returned to this dome on occasion. Some however have disappeared all together, though...

[She takes a small breath.]

If it's not too much trouble...could you please explain to me those instances...and whatever information you might remember or know regarding them?

[the communicator is flicked on. The voice coming out on the end is rather excited for a newly arrived prisoner.]

1.609 kilometers-! That's amazing, there isn't any kind of deep-sea technology back home that can recreate a city beneath the water's surface. And by that I'm sure that I'm not on Earth anymore – this must be an another planet, or an entirely different dimension altogether...what's this?

[She pauses as she fiddles with the communicator, switching it to the video function easily.]

Oh, so it really is a communicator... Hello! My name is Ami Mizuno. Is anyone else there?

[When Risa Koizumi arrives, she is...

asleep.

The video turns on when she flails in her sleep and whacks herself in the head, letting out a surprised cry of pain and a long string of utter nonsense.]

- it's okay, Princess! I found the Sword of Healing, I can -

- I did it again, didn't I? Sorry, sensei -

[That's when it strikes her that something is very wrong. She's in the middle of a lush, beautiful park, with a strange dome-like structure overhead and unfamiliar buildings all around her. And there's this thing on her head, this strange thing telling her about her crimes and the prison and something called Acumen. The answer seems perfectly clear to her.]

- still sleeping. Still sleeping. I mean, prison? As if! If anyone deserves prison for verbal abuse, it's that little shrimp. This seems like a cool game, though. Am I making up my own games in my dreams now? So cool! What should I do, Mister Acumen?

[She fiddles with her headset a little more, and finds a map. No sign of quest markers, though, so she's not sure where to go. She wanders aimlessly, waiting for a random encounter - NPCs always have something to say about the quest.]

[Sup everyone. In the video you see Hikaru holding up a pad of paper... or is it Kaoru?

Anyway, he's a little hesitant, but begins.]

The other day I told Princess Euphie that I would draw her a picture of Hunny-senpai's Usa-chan. So...

[Holds up this drawing. It would look way more amazing if Hikaru actually drew it because he's a really good artist BUT WHATEVER.]

That's what Usa-chan looks like.

I feel like going to the beach again.

W...What's with all the wet stuff falling down from above and the big sharp lights and the loud crashing BOOM sounds outside?! What...What's happening? Nana doesn't know what's going on!

[ Kazuma didn't waste any time moving the moment he woke up, his battle with Ryuhou still fresh in his mind as he dragged himself down the streets of... wherever the hell he was. Sure, the ball and chain attached to his ankle was making it harder for him to move, but it definitely wasn't stopping him. Slowing him down, yes, but not stopping him. As for that thing that was on his ear and over his eye when he woke up? Yeah, he didn't even give it a second thought as he yanked the thing off and crushed it in his hand. He wasn't trusting anything that he didn't recognize. ]

( BLEEP )ing HOLD... if you think this is holding me back, you've got another thing coming...

[ It didn't take long before he reached the edge of the dome, confusion crossing his features at first... before frustration followed. And then the punches started, his mind not even registering the fact that the only thing on the other side of the glass was water. ]

Goddammit, what the hell is this thing made off?! [ A frustrated grunt. ] Fine, if you wanna play it like that...

[ He then extended his right arm out in front of him, and clenched his fist tightly... but nothing happened. And once again, blatant confusion crossed his features, followed shortly by a feral expression. ]

WHAT THE ( BLEEP ) DID THOSE HOLY BASTARDS DO TO MY ALTER!

[Still loitering around the Education Center.] On the surface, it would seem nothing has changed. [Inoffensive conversation starter get! One can't exactly ask 'Who wants to help overthrow the current warden?' over the network.]

... the hell are all the history books?!

[Should this be filtered? Probably, but naturally, this girl doesn't much care. So all of you get a nice shot of Haruhi standing among a dozen or so cans of paint at her feet in the middle of sector four. There is a distinctive red armband around her bicep with 'Chief' written in large black lettering.]

Oi, Kyon! Mikuru! We have club business today! You have ten minutes to get here or I'll enact the death penalty!

[The video shuts off for several seconds. You might think that is all there is to the message, but it turns back on several moments later. The expression on her face is much calmer than it was before, almost sugary sweet. BEWARE.]

Are there any...artistically inclined people around here? I don't mean musical instruments, but more of the drawing and painting sort.

[The video comes into focus and reveals a young girl's face, pale and soft with big red eyes, framed by blonde hair. There is movement in the background - she is walking through a building, which some may recognize as the shelter. If one listens carefully, they can hear the sound of something very heavy being dragged with each step.

She is smiling, tremulously - a smile that movement might shatter, and she does not look directly into the camera. The audio feed cuts in during speech:]

--ama. O-nee-sama. O-nee-samaaa.

( Is this a game we're playing? )