[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[In an effort to stay warm and keep herself otherwise occupied, Nasuti decided that the next best thing to toying on a computer would be to release some of the pent-up tension building from being cooped up with hundreds of strangers. Hopefully it's not too crowded in the area you're occupying, otherwise a jogging young woman might be a somewhat imposing sight.]

[Feel free to jog alongside, interrupt, bump into, etc.! She's not all that hardcore of an athlete or anything, just a casual jogger! She most likely won't get angry with you.]

[Rose is restless, beyond restless even. This is the longest she's been cooped up in one place possibly ever (she doesn't count the TARDIS. There was just so much of it and the possibilyt to go anywhere in the Universe and time). It drives home the 'we're trapped' point like nothing else here has. She's pacing in the main area, picking at her fingernails and staring out at the window. Occasionally she'll pick up a cup of tea and take a sip then put it down. Tea is supposed to be relaxing, calming even and yet every bit of her is completely keyed up.

It's been nearly two weeks, now. Really- I've tried to be understanding. Crime must meet punishment for the functioning of society, as weak as this punishment truly is. Corrective containment without the reinforcement is all you need in a bubble full of petty thieves and murderers wet behind the ears.

It was quite cute, nearly charming for oh, say, the first few days. I laughed because jokes are meant to be funny, and I certainly didn't want to offend. That would be rude, and a princess minds her manners.

However.

Surely the Almighty would find its time better spent dealing with crimes of a higher caliber.

I tire of all this camaraderie, this friendship that spoils even the bloodiest of hands. Punishment is most effective under fear, power, and brutal authority. You crush until the prisoners can no longer crawl on their own. How I hate to see all this opportunity wasted.

Take pleasure in the relationships you have established here, my fellow criminals! Enjoy this peace- for it is only the eye of the storm! People are nothing more than pawns, and without the proper measure, even pawns will turn and strike.

Speak to me of kindness and of love if you so desire. Soon you will understand how worthless it is in the end- how easily loyalty can be tossed aside by fools!

It is nothing- do you hear me? Nothing!

[ooc | Azula is going off the deep-end. I apologize to everyone I didn't tag in my last post- but I'm getting out of that RP slump, now and I'm back with some fresh crazy :)]

I've deduced this much of this place:

You all so readily accept your imprisonment, like there's nothing you can do to change your predicament. You accept your fate and attempt to carry on your pathetic lives as if that's your sole purpose in this universe.

Consider it curiosity. What were you BEFORE Acumen? What were your destinies before being kidnapped and brought here?

There are some of you who have questioned about the knowledge of others. As far as I can tell, you've only absorbed that knowledge. You've done nothing with it! If you have the knowledge and the power to change things, then why would you wish to idly sit around and waste your time and energy on mundane things that Acumen says that you can do?

[Raistlin is, as usual, dressed in his black robes. He looks irritated and his expression is peering down at anyone who would be answering the video, almost like he's looking down at them for their beliefs. Raistlin is attempting to provoke a reaction from anyone who responds, though he's still out of his element. He's still trying to understand this world, this technology, and what his role is here. If you answer, he will be brutally honest in his responses, but that's just who Raistlin always has been.]

[Standing right next to what must be the door to a public bathroom in the shelter, he opens it then turns around to look for anyone before he speaks out through the communicator, so everyone will know what he has to say about this...]

-- Is Acumen serious?

Not only am I forced to be here away from my hive but now I have to be here for two more days? Too many fuckin' humans are here at once! Forget that, this bathroom is now mine! No one else is allowed to enter, no one! Well, except maybe my moirail but that is it!

Got that? Leave me alone!

[With that, he backs up inside and slams the door of the bathroom closed so no one can bother him...

That is, unless they try to talk to him or go in to use his claimed bathroom.]

[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]

They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?

[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]

Tell me, dear citizens of Acumen, just how is this place able to dampen our abilities?

[Raistlin is seen sitting at the edge of a stair, his arms folded across his chest and a few pieces of paper at his side. He's looking at them with dislike, a frown on his features as though he's not happy at all. He's merely waiting, however. Raistlin's determined to find a way to access his magic here. He knows that it must be possible. For humans to live under the sea, magic must be involved in some way. This much, Raistlin is sure of.]

[Apparently, Kurama had no difficulty whatsoever in locating a place to stay after the Shelter's evacuation. He looks quite comfortable, seated behind a desk in what appears to be a modest study area. He has in fact claimed a small residence in Sector Four for his own, chosen for its proximity to the parks. Personal touches can already be seen in the several tropical and flowering plants he has growing on the windowsill. The space is otherwise largely empty. Kurama may be efficient, but even he can't furnish a home to his personal standards in less than a day. The purpose for his transmission has nothing to do with the move, however, and he quickly gets to the point, his hands folded on the desk in front of him, his expression calm and reassuringly confident. This is someone who most certainly does not suffer from either shyness or hubris.]

Good evening. My name is Kurama, and I hope you will spare me a moment of your time while I make a brief announcement. For those who may be interested, I will be offering a course in the mythologies of Earth at the Education Center in Sector 2. Class will be held in Room 7 from nine until ten in the morning on days ending in one and five. Students are welcome to join the course at any time. Please bring any materials you may require to keep notes. All other materials will be provided to you as needed. I ask that anyone who wishes to contribute to the subject matter of the course contact me to discuss the particulars.

The first class would ordinarily be held tomorrow, but, in light of Acumen's cleaning activities, has been postponed until Day 151. Until then, I am happy to entertain any questions you might have.

Thank you for your time.

[ooc: For anyone who wants to look at the "official" course catalog entry, it's here. Sorry I didn't post the link sooner!]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have experience with alternate realities, transdimensional displacement, and pandimensional travel? I've been there and done that on all accounts, but I'm curious to know how much of a common denominator that is within the prisoner population.

[ tampering with time and other realities is, after all, one of his listed crimes. angel is also not an expert on the scientific how to of dimensional go betweening. he's just regurgitating things fred said that were committed to memory a long time ago. the mystical and supernatural end of that spectrum is more where his expertise lies.

and later in the day, angel can be found in the training hall, going through some tai chi forms. ]

[Voice/Video Post, OPEN]

[A young man is seen freely walking around an empty corridor, his arms folded gently in his black sleeves as he studies the area around him contently.]

I suppose they would have to let me off my chains eventually. They must expect that by now I will be a valuable, honorable guest. As kender would frequently say, prisons are kind to their guests. No, my friends, I will not do anything to endanger this place, such as setting your precious linens on fire.

[The view from the communicator shows a dimly lit bedroom, as far as anyone can tell. The camera seems to be angled toward the foot of a futon, one buried beneath several layers of thick blankets. The sole source of light appears to be a window against one wall. A harsh cough interrupts the quiet of the room. The communicator must be resting on the futon, because it starts shaking in time with the coughs. It's hard to tell if the occupant of the room meant to begin a transmission and was forced to abandon it because of the coughing fit, or if he somehow struck the communicator during an earlier fit and turned it on. A curtain of white hair swings forward, obscuring the camera's view as the coughing becomes worse.]

[A young man dressed in black, velvety robes is seen walking and pacing the corridors in the restrained section of the prison still.]

Yet another day of this restrainment. It should please me that they apparently fear me this much.

How kind of Acumen to announce that it will snow. It may want to take caution in the future, however. How easy it would be for those who wish to use it to their advantage to do so.

Stop this AT ONCE!

[Anyone in the vicinity of Sector 6 may come across a very grumpy, dishevelled Davros. If they don't, they'd probably still be able to hear his outraged voice carrying for miles... Dragging his ball and chain behind him, attached to his Travel Machine, he looks to be on the edge of exploding with anger amongst the other new inmates being shovelled along towards their daily exercise.]

You will desist! I refuse to be treated in such a HRMNurkHIC!

[The tasers soon cause Davros to quiet down. At least until they reach their destination and are taken to perform their individually specified exercise routines around the athletic complex.]

You want me to do WHAT? Do you have any idea how demeaning that...

[The buzzing of tasers starting up soon causes Davros to remember his manners, who proceeds to lift his single arm up and down in a slow manner while wiggling his fingers one by one.]

This is humiliating...

[ooc: Anybody wanting to join in as new, restricted inmates either on the journey to Sector 6 or at the athletic complex itself please mention in your post which is your preference! Also, anyone who just wants to come along and laugh at/pity the silly mass murderer, feel free!]

[an image of a young man with black robes appears on the video communicator. He's chained in restraints and sitting on the edge of a bed, looking rather bored, and a bit pleased that he'd worked out the device]

Such a very nice welcome, or so it would seem. This world looks like none that I have become familiar with, nor does it look like a time that I am familiar with. Greetings, companions. I am Raistlin Majere.

[At first there is simply silence, broken by the occasional rhythmic tapping of metal on metal, Davros staring into the camera.]

There appears to have been... a misunderstanding.

[His voice has an electronic, ringing tone to it, currently calm and calculated.]

I have overlooked my list of crimes, and I object to such judgemental and base accusations!

[Davros' face paints a clear picture of barely controlled outrage, and it takes him a few seconds to bring himself to a level where he can continue, his voice, however, is still noticeably agitated.]

I do not accept this mockery of a system. On whose authority do you determine the right to imprison and restrict our movements? This AI, this... Acumen?

[He spits out the name like a bad taste, his voice now beginning to increase in pitch, taking on an almost sarcastic tone]

I am not yet ready to be carefully deposited into the nearest care home like some decrepit relic! There is important work to be done! On which note, how exactly am I to continue my activities within this facility? I can hardly perform the suggested exercise or manual labour, and my research is of the utmost importance! To have it interrupted is unacceptable!

[The camera moves to clearer show his lower body, encased in his life support. A ball and chain is haphazardly attached to it]

How many more indignities do you expect me to stand? Is it not enough that I am reduced to the state of an invalid, I must be restricted further as part of some perverse joke?