[The camera pans in on the lovely Defense Team HQ's outside. Only that instead of it being a plain building, there's a big bright pink sign with glitter reading GO GO DEFENSE TEAM! RAH RAH RAH! above the door and some flowers lined up along the wall and fairy lights hanging down. The door itself has a big red bow taped to the middle and it's been covered with cute animal stickers.

Then, Rise shows up on screen]

Ta-dah~! How's this? I got up extra early to work on it. I'm thinking I'll work by theme on the inside, because who doesn't like to have a Safari Jungle Office Madness?

Ooh~ I have to decorate the cells, too... Which is better: 'A Night of Lights in Paris' or 'Fun Neon Adventures in Space'?

[Yes, defense team. This is what Gino has stuck you with.]

Good evening.

If you're hearing this message it means that I was given your name as someone to contact in regards to the prison's defense organization.

My name is Naoto Shirogane, and I'm a recent arrival. If you could make the time to speak with me, I'd greatly appreciate it.

[At first there is just the distant sound of water running. Close, but still far enough away that what the sound could be from is hard to decipher.

It continues for some time before another sound filters in. Humming. Someone is humming a cheerful, light tune, but still this is only sound.

A light, scraping, screeching noise is heard the sound of something wet slapping against something hard and flat echoes. Slap. Slap. Scramble. Something is knocked over just as something else is moved. There is clatter.

Clack, Clack, Smack, Thunk. Click. The video comes on.

( Are you night owls ready for a show? )

{OOC: Was this an accidental post? Let your character be the judge~}

[Someone slept throughout most of the day. Someone woke up feeling particularly more hungry than usual. If you know his never-ending appetite, do not fear: he didn't eat everything in the kitchen.

He has, though, discovered ice cream. His thought process was probably something such as: 'Aa. There's a lot of it.' And, 'a lot of it' sealed the deal. Yoite's never had ice cream before. If he could taste, he might have taken his time. He might have savored flavors. The inability to taste, the vast hunger, and the habit of eating inhumanly quick meant he probably ate two entire tubs by himself in a little under fifteen minutes.

He's tense. More so than usual, and shivering.]

Just now, I tried ice cream. It was wet and very cold. [But not 'sweet'.]


[A huffy, jittery breath.] I think, I'm allergic.



[No ice cream also means, he's never had a 'brain freeze' before. |:]

Hey, you. Lavi. You out there? You didn't starve or anything, did you?

[ a pause, a hint of something that may have been a snort. ]

It's not like I'm worried about him or anything, got it? He just hasn't been chattering as much lately is all. You get used to an irritant, and you notice when it up and leaves. Like there aren't enough irritants down here now. Is their little leader even around? Or did he go and starve too?

[She draw a deep breath before speaking. This is her first public network announcement since she and Suzaku last spoke. It's even something she hopes he might be interested in. She hopes many people will be.]

Hello everyone,

[She wants to start by saying she and Lelouch were talking and they had an idea, but to admit that to Cornelia...]

I was wondering how many of you would be interested in starting a school here. I know there are many of us who were probably unable to finish our education. I realize there are study tools for people to do this independently, but there is something nice about actually going to school and having classmates, isn't there? At least I think so.

We would need teachers and students and probably someone to really organize it since it wouldn't really be fair for a student to do that, but I want to help in any way I can!

Well, what do you all think?

[Hello video. Pan in on the face of this energetic redhead and tapping the communicator's screen to get your attention. Takes in a deep breath, then, loudly:]

Uhm! Hello!

I need to know-- who decorated this place? I mean, it's absolutely hideous! These 'robots' you've got going on? No offense, but I've seen soup cans that look better~ same thing with that room I woke up in!

Ugh. It's no wonder my managers sent me here under the guise of an inmate, the interior decorators must have gotten their fashion advice from like, cavemen or something. No worries, ah-- Marina, was it? Risette will do her best~!

[There is the sound of someone clearing their throat, before a somewhat young and genderless voice can be heard over the communicator.]

If the person, entity, group, or otherwise responsible for my capture would present themselves, I'd like to discuss the nature of this imprisonment. While I understand how some of the listed transgressions could be considered crimes, this seems more like a kidnapping. There are certain procedures to be followed in an arrest, and I seem to have been unconscious through them.

[A pause. Then, with less certainty,] Some of these charges are also... questionable. I would ask for your reasoning, if you please.

[Another pause.]

This seems to be recording, but who am I speaking to, if anyone?