[Sync eyes the buildings, the roads, the very air around him with distrust, his lips curling downward with it.

It was ugly, and he wanted nothing to do with it.

On the other hand - ]

Free Score readings! Learn your future. Yulia doesn’t wish anybody to be blinded because of a few people’s poor judgment. [His voice is loud, his words steady.]

[There is a very disorientated Zoid in Sector 4 today. There is new software on his mainframe he doesn't remember having before and Raven's nowhere in sight. Shadow does not like this at all.

A low, unhappy grumble echoes from him. Where has master gone? He shifts and walks around a bit, scanning the place. Not recognisable. Hm...they'd been many places before. Perhaps this is one they have not. Either way, he needs to find master. Raven won't be pleased if he's missing for long. So he sets off at a steady trot, gears whirring softly. He'll fly later if he has to, but Raven can't be far...right?]

[a low, male voice] It's getting real boring around here lately.

Even the new arrivals aren't as interesting as they used to be. All the flailing and all the distress has just sort of become quiet resignation! Boring, boring, boring. [a more tenor male voice]

[and finally, a sweet female voice] Oh, darlings, that's a little harsh. It's in the nature of such creatures to become more efficient and less chaotic, don't you think? They're beings of order.

They could be orderly in a more interesting manner, couldn't they? [this voice and the female voice giggle together, sharing in the joke]

Well, regardless, we've decided to spice things up a little.

Yes, that's right! We love some good chaos. And we had some good chaos a few months ago, so we thought -- let's do that again!

Do try to have a little bit of fun, won't you? Go with it, enjoy yourselves! Try to smile every now and again, it's healthy.

[there's a brief pause for the three of them to giggle together, before the sly tenor adds]

Oh, and-- Whining is dreadfully boring. We won't put up with any nonsense like that, so we'll entertain any questions or comments, but if you want to chat, please make it -- you know. Something interesting?

[voice]

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!



[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]

[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?

[Cue a small lord appearing on the feed. He's holding the communicator out and staring into it. His appearance is disheveled and his tie is clearly tied wrong. His eyepatch is practically falling off. He dressed himself this fine morning.

Also, he's pissed.]

Sebastian is not here. [There is no question about it. His butler isn't in the dome.] Your "system" has clearly glitched. Not only has my butler disappeared, but the day has advanced. What is the meaning of this? I want answers.

[There's a shift, and apparently he's crossed his legs. If you listen closely, you might hear the smallest of growls. He's hungry, but he's far too proud to say it. Not to mention his head is literally pounding... Great, his demon is missing, he's hungry and his head hurts. This is clearly an off day.]

Now.

[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 126th day of the third generation.

Inmates Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, Gregory House, and Kaworu Nagisa, items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Kohran Li, the materials you requested are available for use at the Education Center.

So rain, was it...

[Her voice trailing off. Not exactly sounding too impressed by that fact as she swirls a spoon playfully around in a large cup of milk before letting it go, only to watch the utensil continue to circle until it all but stops. At that point, she removes it with a twirl.]

... in a facility that is beneath the surface of the ocean.

[Yellow eyes flicker toward the communicator. She lets that hang there for a moment as she takes a sip of her drink.]

And no one finds this out of the ordinary. While the lack of shackle is much appreciated, I think I'd prefer open skies to leaky domes...

What d'you miss right now?

And ''my home" doesn't count as an answer.

[The dome has been too quiet for his tastes. What, doesn't anyone ask burning questions anymore?]

[ it's getting late (although not that late) and Fou's frowning at a thin grey box and shaking it. Huffing, she sets it back down on the table and flicks on her network device ]

All right. I give. How the hell are you supposed to make this thing play?

[ someone's been bored and feeling restless all day. She's still an artificial being after all. It's not healthy getting wet! And if until she figures it out, she'll just be sitting flopped down on the couch and glaring at it. glaring ]

[For the last two days that Ed had been in Marina, she had been scouring the network, checking everything from the journals to all the information about Acumen and Sentience. Sorting through inmate information and data, the standard operations of the bots and layout of the prison in the early hours she began to sway side to side wearily after finally calming down.

Though after two days without sleep and with the trickling rain, what would be better than a nap. At first she had fallen asleep right at the kiosk, just after having asked Acumen a favor, curling up under the ledge of the building.]

((ooc: Ed fell asleep at the Kiosk but feel free to find her anywhere in the area; she has been known to sleepwalk or might have been nudged to move by someone passing by.))

[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.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 124th day of the third generation.

Today it will rain most of the day, clearing up in the late afternoon. The temperature will be milder as a result.

Inmates Fujiwara no Mokou, Kon Shinonome, Miwako Sakurada, and Ritsuka Aoyagi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Zelgadis Greywars, the book you requested is available from the library.

[The feed comes on, showing Ashura with a curious face - or rather, a distant one is more like. His shoulders move as if he is doing something with his hands, but you cannot see what is going on below chest level.]

I know this might come across as a bit morbid, but I was wondering what everyone's view is on the after life from their world. Do you ascend to a 'Heaven'? Are you cast down into a 'Hell'? Are you reincarnated? Or is there nothing beyond the flesh?

[He turns the feed off to await replies, if any come, and resumes his polishing of his sword out on the steps of his home. It was to nice a day to be stuck inside, and his sword could use some TLC despite having magical properties up and down the wall. It was soothing, anyways - to slow glide of the polish cloth over the crystalline blade and over the wrought gold and ruby hilt.]

[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!]

Criminal...? [ Xion has woken up at the beach / dolphin observation deck, but she isn't quite sure she understands. who is Acumen? is he related to Xemnas? what's an asylum, and what's an arcade? and this thing on her head... she seems to need it? this is beyond confusing. the ocean is pretty, but shouldn't she have returned to -- ? ] I don't think I'm supposed to be here. There's... something important that I have to do.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[Action | Open]
( To those wandering the park )

[Video | Open]
[Have a good view of Ed leaning really close to the camera and laughing, scarf haphazardly thrown over the shoulder and a pair of goggles draped around the child’s neck.]

Oopsies, looks like Ed got caught huh~

Acumen, Artifical Inteligence construct, I wonder if that means that he’s like MPU? I know! Ed will call you Acu for short, it’s so much cooler! So what’s it like? Does Ed have to do hard time? Was there a bounty on Edward? Who go it? Does Ed have to go by inmate 112058 now?

[There a sound of Ed’s stomach growling, so she starts digging through her basket now.]

Foody, food, food do you have any? Yes you don't? No you do? [Suddenly there is a squeal holding up a pack triumphantly and falls backwards.] COOKIES! Cookies for Edward!