[The video flickers on and the screen reveals Tamaki sitting on one of the sofas in the shelter common room fiddling with a rose in one hand and looking as though he is in very deep thought. His face is serious for most of the time before he begins speaking, but after a good thirty seconds his expression changes to something between a smirk and a smile while he glances at the camera from the corner of his eye.]

In this world there are those who are blessed with beauty and grace, the greatest gifts God could have ever bestowed upon a living creature. [He raises the rose he'd been holding to his nose and takes a good long sniff before setting it down and turning his attention back to the camera.] I, for one, thank the heavens above everyday that I am one of those fortunate few in possession of such rewards. That is not the message that I have for you all today, however. You see, it is my belief that the duty of these people with such exquisite looks to bring joy to everyone around them in any way they can - a duty which I place before all other things in life.

[Another pause, this time so that he may close his eyes and imagine lines of women admiring him and men doing all that they can to be him. It is a wonderful fantasy and it makes him chuckle lightly.]

A Host Club is a club designed for the specific purpose of sharing this beauty and giving such joy to its visitors - in short it is the perfect setting for carrying out the heavy task of bringing all the happiness in the world to those less fortunate than us! For this reason I have made the decision to establish one here in this prison as some of you may already be aware! [Suddenly, his arms shoot off to the sides as if he were welcoming everyone to step into his arms for a great big hug.] I would like to invite all those who might be interested to join us and utilize your gifts to the best of your ability! I am certain that among all of you watching this today there are plenty who are worthy of the title of 'Host'!

[And as an after thought, Tamaki turns his face away from the camera, brings the rose up to his mouth and just mumbles the next few words. They aren't really something he's proud of.]

We will even accept Hosts of the female persuasion.

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Jun Ushiro: a package from Nakama.
  
• Castiel: a package from Karen Kasumi.
  

[Today is a fairly light day as far as the mail goes, but that's alright--PM spent much of the day training one of her shiny new volunteers. Hiling will need work and discipline, but PM is willing to make the effort in the name of giving her friend something constructive to do that does not involve punching people indiscriminately. Either one can be found at the post office throughout most of the day.]

[On her route, PM has no ice cream, but she is on the lookout for people to lecture about the mail talk to.]

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[It's late evening, and Zelda is in the shelter, standing outside the door of her next door neighbor, Link. She raises her hand and knocks softly...]

Link, are you there?

[it's clear as soon as the feed flips on that the normally impassive and... ahem, stone-faced Zelgadis is Not Happy. Oh his face is still stone all right, but he's doing a terrible job at impassive as he glares into the communicator, which he has yanked off his head.]

Is this supposed to be a joke? [He waves a tightly clenched fist at a stack of thick books, haphazardly stacked beside him. In the background, the entrance to the library -- he's just outside. Zelgadis picks up three of the books, reading their titles aloud:] Seventeen Ways to Water-Proof your Cloak. Trolls: Our Grumpy Buddies. How to -- [damn, he knew this would happen] Prepare Raw Dragon Meat for a Happy Tummy.

[he tosses the books in the air, a wind spell sending them flying high into the air. Zelgadis shoots off a quick fireball which, thanks to healing Sasha earlier, is only a half-dozen feet in diameter instead of several dozen. It does the job though, and the books go up in flame and smoke.]

[And back to glaring at the feed, his fangs glinting in the light of his spell.] Mock me if you will, Acumen, but I will find what I seek.


((OOC: All the tags are love! One caveat though, no matter how pissed he is he would not fire off spells when someone could get hurt, so please no tags with injuries due to his spells unless we talk OOCly o/ ))

[ So... this is actually meant to be a private filter to Ryoji Mochizuki, but as it can be seen, it's a terrible failed filter. The reason for this is that Minato has thought he has filtered this, but it's really hard to really concentrate around a dog running all around, so his filter has kinda been "Ryojawialskjafd-- Lightning Eater, down". Hey hey, he has thought that might work, don't blame him. Therefore, hello, network. You have one (1) male protagonist on screen. ]

[ According to this feed, it seems like he's in a nice kitchen and cooking something along with a window open. From the looks of it, tonight's dinner is some fried rice. It's good to eat some home-cooked food and, y'know, after eating oh-so-many slices of pizza, Minato has been in the mood for some. ]

[ He holds onto the pan's handle while stirring the rice around a few times before finally speaking: ] Dinner's almost done, so come home soo--

[ And then he's interrupted one (1) Lightning Eater running around his feet and just yearning for attention. He loves dogs, don't take him the wrong way, but holy smokes, this dog is either 1) hyperactive or 2) really loves him... ]

[ It jumps around and stands on its hind legs, placing its front paws on Minato's leg. It whines for attention before jumping back down to run around. Just in reaction to this, Minato turns slightly to it and lifts the pan with him. He looks down at it with a small sigh. ]

Lightning Eater, not now--

[ Suddenly, he stops... what is that smell of smoke? It can't be from the fried rice; he's holding the pan right now and there's nothing on the stove top-- except for maybe a curtain. ]

[ He turns towards the stove and plain right there is a nice flower-patterned curtain on fire. Why on Earth has Ryoji thought that placing curtains under a gas stove is a good idea-- ]

[ Minato immediately drops the pan and pulls off his headset, tossing to the ground. Both objects hit the marble-floor with a terrible sound and the video feed ends there. ]

[ brb having a small kitchen fire to take care of ]

(( ooc: slowatus is still on for me, but I'm getting through my tags a lot faster. Will be getting to all my old tags-- I apologize in advance for this! I do hope no one minds backtagging 8( Also, video replies will come after Minato stops this fire... ))

[It's late but Mushu is wiiiide awake. Why? Because after several days of sleeping in trees and in random patches of grass, Mushu has decided that he is going to find a bed fit for a Guardian! Well, an ex-Guardian. Problem is, he doesn't exactly know which houses and rooms are empty and which ones are occupied. The thought of a room having furniture as being occupied hasn't really hit him yet -- he's just going along the assumption that all rooms naturally come with furniture.

He'll just explore until he finds one he likes.

So he's slithering around, a thin red shape not too noticeable in the dark. Mushu kind of wishes Crickee were here. Nothing like a little henchman to get things going faster. And the cricket was a pretty handy lookout. But unfortunately, he is all by his lonesome and he's got to act according.

To his right is a building, rather unassuming in nature, with a window slightly ajar. Exhibit A. With considerable speed, he makes his way into the building, peering around for whatever might be inside....

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[The screen is turned on to show a white ‘creature’ staring down at it. What exactly that creature is... Part rabbit? Part pork bun? Some genetic mutation? None of the above.]

Hey! Hey! Listen up! Somebody's got things all wrong! Mokona's not a criminal!

[Mokona’s little arms are crossed and there is a slight glare, although Mokona really isn’t that threatening looking although Mokona is trying to be.]

Mokona didn't travel, but Mokona woke up here! But Mokona doesn't remember how Mokona got to this place. And Mokona shouldn't be here. Kurogane was happy to share his food with Mokona so it wasn't stealing! And Mokona only wriggles around inside people's clothing because that's how Mokona communicates!

[An angry little noise.] Is this because Mokona is so popular? Mokona shouldn't be locked up because of that! And where’s Fay and Kurogane and everyone else? Iyaaaa. Did they get locked up too? Kuro-puu is a monster sometimes and s~c~a~r~y but Mokona doesn't think that he should be locked up either.

[A small noise.] Puu! And Mokona was being good and waiting for Syaoran to come back, but everything has changed again, and Mokona doesn’t think it is another dream world… but Mokona also senses a lot of strange things here…

[Someone wasn't too keen on this whole communicator idea just yet. Starting from Sector 0, Gin will be working his way around each sector (with restraints), looking for Don Krieg. You will know this whether you like it or not because he will be occasionally calling out his name. Help a pirate out/tell him to shut up?]

[there is a young man in plate mail armor standing outside the ice cream parlor, looking more than a little frustrated as he sits at an outdoor table, reading his pamphlet. when he finally has read all that there is to read, he manages to get to his feet and toggle the video function on. he might look a little like Guy if you've met him, but his expression is contained, reserved]


Greetings, everyone. I'm-- My name is Flynn Scifo. [conscientiously leaving off all titles, etc. he isn't sure what kinds of people could be here, and he may well be alone] I've read this pamphlet, and I appreciate the information within, although of course I find it -- a little hard to believe.

Am I to to understand that there are people here who have crimes committed in the line of duty, or to protect others, and who are still being arrested as criminals?

And-- if anyone knows of a way I can seek to correct my list of crimes, I would appreciate it. [he sounds somewhat put-upon] I realize that it won't make any difference, but all the same, I would like it to be known that I most certainly have never poisoned anyone. [mortally offended right now]

[ A C T I O N ]

[ So, taking a nice walk in the park? It's lovely, isn't it? Of course it is, the park is always so great. Nice green gardens, lovely displays, a little playground to play around in, a dead kid on a bench, fantastic scenery-- Wait, wait, wait, back up. ]

[ What dead kid? ]

[ On one of the park benches around, there is one (1) teenager lying upon it with his hands folded over his stomach, looking pretty peaceful. On closer inspection, he's actually breathing, so false alarm. However, should he really be sleeping out here? He's a new person in Marina since there's a welcome basket on the floor, by him. ]

[ Well, it looks like he's really happy and won't be waking up for another hour... Unless someone comes to bother him and wake him up from his sleep, but why would you even. ]

[ V I D E O - an hour and half later ]

[ In the fellow network of today, there is yet another newcomer into Marina. He doesn't seem all that rattled though, especially for one that has just shown up in an area that's deep underwater. It hasn't taken him long to figure out how to work this headset and he has a few questions to ask, which is why the video function is on, but for now... he seems rather more focused on the basket of food he has in his hands... ]

[ This said basket also seems very empty of all food... despite it being full just twenty minutes ago... ]

[ This "mysterious" person finishes eating from the packets of nuts and places the wrapper back into the basket. He looks down at it before picking it up. ]

Is that it?

[ These welcome baskets just aren't what he is used to anymore and nope, not going to ask about the prison...yet... ]

[So here's Kaien standing outside of the Kuran manor once more. He just heard the morning announcement and is rather startled by the sudden timeskip. It...only takes him a little bit to realize that he was one of those glitches. He had fallen out of Marina...and now he was back. He hadn't realized it was so disorientating.

He has a bit of a headache...but he switches the communicator on to [video]]

Ah, well... [You may know this familiar, smiling face.] It seems that I was one of those famous Marina Asylum glitches. [Oh so calm.] But I'm back now! I'm sorry for any convenience I may of caused. [He smiles and bows, despite the fact that the communicator bows with him.]

[Well, down to business.]

Yuuki~ ♥ Zero... You didn't miss me, did you~? [♥]

[ 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. ]

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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[Kisame had to give credit where credit was due: it was really nice to have access to an actual stove again. Oven and refrigerator, too. And ingredients! He'd nearly forgotten what it was like to not work with trail supplies or wilderness fare over a camp fire, if they weren't eating at a restaurant. It was a pleasantly novel experience, being able to make what he'd like and not need to worry about issues of feasibility.]

[He hadn't thought it worthwhile to retreat all the way back just to make some lunch, so he'd simply set up shop in the Shelter's communal kitchen for the moment, ignoring the occasional bot that wandered past; by and large, they seemed content to return the favor. Several pots were bubbling and steaming away on the stove, the oven's drone provided some peaceful background noise, and the apron-clad ninja hummed tunelessly as he worked; the kitchen was full of warmth and savory smells.]

[It was obviously more than one person could expect to eat; Kisame was quite used to cooking for two people, even without taking leftovers into account. (Itachi could eat like a bird sometimes, but his own appetite more than made up for it. Besides, cooking in bulk tended to save time when the results weren't especially perishable.) He'd probably bring the rest to let Kitty and Itachi have a shot at it later.]

[But until then, he was content just to be in the moment, allowing his hands to move of their own accord and his mind to focus on no more than the simple satisfaction of being productive and busy. It was about time he could sit down to enjoy making and eating a good meal.....]

Well now, it seems like Acumen isn't all that bad after all. I mean, apart from the whole imprisoning people for life bit. Apart from that, he seems agreeable enough.

[The voice currently coming across the communicator might be familiar to a few people, but the face certainly isn't. The background of the video looks like the outside of the hospital, for those with sharp eyes.]

Though announcing our requests across the whole network seems a bit... tactless. Anyways, now that I'm able to properly introduce myself, I thought it might be nice. You know, get friendly with all the new neighbors, since we'll be seeing a lot of each other. And I'd really love to meet each and every one of you.

[Mostly to see who he could form a new life link with, and who would be best for terrorizing, but that's besides the point.]

For those inquiring minds, I'm Captain Hazama of the Novus Orbis Librarium's Intelligence Department. I'm sure we'll be getting along just great here. Hehehe...


((OOC: Hazama has his body back! For anyone who wants to run into him in his ghost form at the hospital before he gets it back, that's fine too, just put that in your subject line.))

A coffee shop now? [See that smirk, Marina? That's an Angel trying to hide his displeasure.] I suppose coffee must be somehow vital to the health of Lilim, since entertainment apparently isn't a good enough reason to bring something in.

[He's lurking around outside the shop, but not going in. Any other curious prisoners come to check out the coffee shop?]

((ooc: getting in some CR before a plot knocks him out for the better part of the day. if you'd like to talk to him today, come say hi!))

[ If you pay attention to the network, you'll see there's an adorable little kid smiling at you! |3 ] Hello Marina inmates-- how are you today?

I was thinking it would be fun to check out the new skating place, but rather than go alone, I thought it would be much more fun if I invited someone to go with me. So! Does anyone want to go skating with me?

Oh! We could also go to the Ramen place after skating! And then we could go to the ice-cream place and... [ramble ramble~]

[The feed clicks on rather suddenly, on a close up of fabric.]

- loads of new people, of course. I do hope some of them are fashionable; I'm dying for some more clients, you know.

[Rarity steps back from the dress form, showing her latest creation on the form.]

Hm... I'm not used to working with such dark fabric, but I do think it looks nice.

Prison?! You gotta be kidding me! I didn't even commit any of those crimes you got listed. Well I did kinda break the Great Stone Dragon but that ain't the point!

I gotta protect Mulan and help her save China! I can't just leave her alone with all those Huns! That girl's gonna get herself cut in two if I'm not there! And what about my position? I ain't never gonna get it back if I'm stuck in a prison.

[A beat of silence.]

Ringing the gong aint lookin' so bad now.......

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIEEEEEE!!

[Watch as GIR runs about and screeches frantically on the screen]