[Before the Party -- Setting things up | While PM goes about her rounds~]

[It had been a long morning at the hospital, but he was thankful he was at least now able to move. He wore a colored and opaque shirt as to hide the bandages around his torso. After dropping his letter off at the Post Office, he rushed back to the house at Sector 3 and made sure the Peregrine Mendicanht did not see him carry a sizable box full of pastel-hued decor as he hid behind a building and waited until she left for her rounds -- it was time...]

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[Party is a GO! | After PM's rounds~]

[As people arrived, Ribbons would be giving them brief instructions as to how they are to welcome the Parcel Mistress as she arrived -- and that is with a very hearty, "SURPRISE!"

No fancy speeches -- just cakes, sweet/meat pies, quiches, sandwiches, finger foods and cool drinks.]

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(( OOC : Event-style post, so thread amongst yourselves~ ♥ Party's for everyone so even those who did not respond ic-ly to Ribbons' invitation post, come on over! :D ))

What do you feel makes one human?

[This is a serious question, Marina. And if you say 'biology' or 'a human soul', you will break her heart. Just to let you know.]

[someone is clearly unhappy]

So those creatures returned last night. I'm assuming that Acumen is once again claiming that it's our own imaginations? My already low confidence in the new system is waning...

[The feed clicks on first showing Axel wrapping a white bandage around his palm and fingers before he pulls on his leather glove again and picks up the ice cream he set down on the ledge.]

What's your reason for living?

[He sounds amused, just a little, but it doesn't exactly show on his face. He wouldn't be surprised if he gets called out for asking this, but, hey, it doesn't matter, right?

You'll find him alone on top of the clock tower, quietly, almost forlornly watching the sun set as it normally should, and rather than eat the ice cream he'd gotten for himself he's holding it over his bent knee, letting it melt and drip off of the ledge without care for whoever it could hit down below. So, hey, heads up.]



((ooc: I think he and I are both curious.))

[Please do not be disturbed by the filtering from the Peregrine Mendicant Marina, it is for a good cause~]

Good afternoon Marina.

I surely hope you have not grown tired of celebrations and festivities for there is another occasion that we simply cannot overlook: as you may recall, back in 71st Day of this generation, the hard work of our fellow inmate, the Peregrine Mendicant, has given birth to the Marina Postal Office.

Mrs Jennifer Shibuya, Hiling Care and myself would therefore like to invite you all, inmates old and new -- to a little surprise teatime gathering to be held at the Postal Office tomorrow, right when the Peregrine Mendicant comes back from making her rounds. Cakes, pies and tea -- hot and iced -- shall be served.

We also welcome any assistance with regards to setting up decor, tables and chairs for we only have a small window of time to get everything set up before she comes back.

Again, this is a surprise for our dear parcel mistress, so we would like to ask you not to tell her of this~

Should you have any further questions, I am at your service. Thank you very much for your time.
 

[Klaus opens his eyes to find a message scrolling in front of his eyes. For a moment he's confused, and then he realizes what it is.]

What do you mean I'm in an asylum?

[He looks down at himself to see he's in restraints, and he's not happy. At the same time he sees a brochure nearby and slowly goes to retrieve it; reviewing it breifly.]

I suppose that this means the A-LAWS aren't behind this.

[He flicks on the video feed, and he looks demanding.]

This is Klaus Grado, I...er, what's going on?

[Early Morning | Action]

[Bless Innovade technology, it was quite possible to set one's own body to wake up at regular times. However, the inner body clocks conflicted with what their eyes could see. Ribbons for one, was quite certain it was morning, but the skies remained dark -- perhaps Miss Lacus' celestial display was malfunctioning?

The next thing that registered in his senses was the smell -- of meat, spices, cheese and most of all, the meaty salty aroma of BACON.

Ribbons slowly crept from his room to go downstairs, where the scent of the food suddenly became stronger. What could possibly -- ?!

He drags a curtain aside, only to find the driveway and the doorstep with crates upon CRATES UPON CRATES PILED UPON CRATES OF TACOS. WITH BACON.]

H-Hiling...?

[... and then there was the "morning announcement". If a face meeting palm could be heard all over the prison, then the time is now.]


[Morning | Voice]

[A few moments later, Ribbons placed an open call, clearing his throat.]

Good morning, fellow inmates.

Is... ah... anyone in the mood for tacos? I most specially would like to invite those with voracious appetites.

[He doesn't sound as confident as he did the day before, but... he's trying, in the midst of visualizing what will happen if the whole lot is not consumed/cleaned very soon...]


(( OOC: Ribbons and Hiling are pretty much stuck in their house/lot as it were so feel free to drop by~ |Db ))

[Anew rushes out of the 'dance lesson,' not that she'd paid mind to anything but the fact that Ribbons was there and how strange and scared and angry he made her feel. Between this encounter and Hiling following her home last night, she's in enough of a panic to mess up her intended private call:]

[failed private to Lyle]

Lyle! [Her voice is high-pitched, panicked.] T-they found me! [Even though technically she found Ribbons, but he must have lured her there somehow... just like his false promise to leave her be, it had to all be an act.] I -- I don't know --

[She can't easily speak with how upset she is, so it takes a moment to finish her sentence.]

I don't know what to do.

[ Hello! Have a happy Gaap, Marina. Probably not a good thing. ] Hm~hm~hmm. I've been hearing some interesting things lately, and I was wondering, [ giggles ] who here is human and who here isn't? Why, some of you look to be [ sounding somewhat bitter now ] so innocent, and yet you're not. Who should I be wary of? Who should I stay away from? [ she totally didn't filter this from anyone because she doesn't care. also doesn't know who to filter it from. ]

[ her face twists into a bitter smirk, sounding almost angry - a complete change in tone from her light, happy attitude before. ] ...You know, this place is damn snazzy for a prison. [ pauses. snarling; ] What kind of punishment is this? There's even a school...

Good afternoon. Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anyone's luncheon.

[ a polite pause, as if to give you time to finish chewing, daub your mouth with a napkin, or otherwise prepare to be interrupted. then, so mild it almost doesn't sound careful or calculated: ]

I have a question, you see; merely an item of curiosity, and of course answering is completely optional. [ ♥ ] What would each of you call your... station in life? Class, occupation -- title, if any? Nationality? Species? Sex? Gender? And so on.

...I'll start, shall I? My name is Jade Curtiss, my class is baron, my occupation is military in nature, my title is colonel, and I hail from the Malkuth Empire. Human, male, and masculine.

[ cheerfully ] And I do apologize to the prison's more senior inmates for the almost certain redundancy.

[Morning - Hospital Grounds | Action | Open]*

[The man who once called himself the leader of Innovades sat quietly on a bench under a tree in the hospital's courtyard, as a "nurse" bot hovered nearby. He was clad in light, button-up pajamas, small blanket neatly folded by his side, communicator currently switched off. He cannot recall how long he had been knocked out, but he had been aware, as his conscious and unconscious mingled in the haze of his mind. He heard their voices -- the words were superfluous but their tones: doubt, question, challenge.

Is this what they call "karma"?, he mused. A new life, yes, but one where the consequences of his actions in the previous one came all the way in a full circle to him. No amount of stock VEDA knowledge, nor Alejandro's training in diplomacy prepared him for this.

About to lose himself to his thoughts, movement had suddenly caught his attention from the corner of his eye and whoever it was, will find a slightly startled Ribbons...]


[Noontime - Ribbons' room | Voice | Private to Jennifer Shibuya]

[Later in the day, Ribbons had been ushered back to his room to fully recover upon recommendation of the bots. There were important calls he had to place, specially when he had set an appointment that he was unfortunately, unable to entertain.]

Hello, Miss Shibuya? Good afternoon...

[While he managed to maintain an uplifted tone, there was a minute croak in his voice that would betray his disposition.]

I... apologize I had not been able to entertain you for tea, these past two days. May I have the pleasure of inviting you once more?


[Afternoon - Ribbons' room | Voice | Private to Euphemia Li Brittania]

Good afternoon, Princess Euphie. I realize it has been a while since we last spoke. I have a few questions regarding the upcoming classes. If you would please spare a few moments of your time?


(( *ooc: he's back up, as mun is back from hiatus! :D Feel free to pester and harass if you're by the area~ ))
 

H-Hello?

[There's a bit of rustling as Anew examines the communicator. All seems to be in order, even if the device was foreign to her. She clears her throat daintily, for a more proper introduction, which she delivers in a quiet voice:]

Pardon me, please. My name is Anew. Would someone kindly let me know how I came to be here?

[The occupant of one of the rooms in the hospital's first floor lay still, breathing even. He was sleeping -- that as much was certain. But the hair of a movement of his eyelids and the slight crease on his brow will say that he was dreaming. He was conscious, but so very tired, that the idea of opening his eyes and getting up was a struggle. By this time, the patient has been hooked to monitors and drips as he was unable to eat in his condition.

His twin sat by his bead, behaved -- as far as 'behaved' goes for Hiling Care -- but she was nonetheless alert. There were certain people she did not want to see while Ribbons was recovering.]


(( OOC: Feel free to drop by and be entertained by Hiling~ :3 ))

[To say that Ribbons and Hiling had a sleepless night was a gross understatement, as even in the comfort of their own home, they were haunted by their own demons. Ribbons did his utmost to at least calm Hiling so she could sleep, but it had become almost impossible with his own sins threatening to engulf him.

He could hear the monsters outside -- they may not have had the mind to step into their abode, but the overwhelming weight of his own undoing was more than enough to dispel any desire to sleep.

Ribbons felt he had to do something.

Ascertaining that the coast was clear, he made his way towards the Shelter, decisive in his brisk walking, and headed straight into the cell that once held him in his first day of arrival. He took a seat, closed his eyes and then turned on his Quantum Brainwave connection.

As he activated it, he immediately felt its adverse effects -- which started with dizziness -- as he swept his signal around the prison, sending pings almost randomly as it were⁽¹⁾. He was looking for something, anything, that would answer and explain the happenings that night. If it were just a monster attack, then what was it that invaded his mind and that of Hiling?

Perhaps there were things that Acumen were hiding from him.

But even if he fought stubbornly to keep the Brainwaves active; the prison's effects had rendered his efforts futile. And a few moments later, he fell unconscious.]

( OOC Notes )
 

[Scared formerly omnipotent, omniscient, immortal Q is scared. At the first sign of trouble he transported himself into a common room in the shelter and so far so good, but he's been listening to the network and he's not even a little amused.]

Why is everyone just attacking the symptoms? [By which he means the monsters] Someone needs to go after the cause. [Someone who isn't him.] It clearly must be one of you, right? Unless the AI has sprung a leak. So, just start killing each other until the monsters disappear. Problem solved.

[There. It's like he always has to do all the work.]

[The bonfire going in Sector 6 is guarded by sentinels, but the area is decorated with orange and blue tents and laid out with good food, many of it toasted or hot. The flames are enchanted and cool, and they get extinguished if they're taken outside the boundaries of the little camp, but there is actually have a rich, spicy alcoholic beverage being served there, so try to have fun with that instead. (No, it will not make you breathe fire.)

[The bleachers and benches here offer the best view of the fireworks just starting to go off as the sky darkens...]


((posted slightly early, but hey, starting Friday we're going to have monsters, SO, if you don't plan to play with the monsters -- or if you do -- have some fun here! post a comment, and then comment amongst yourselves~))

I- I've been here for a long time now and I couldn't help but notice...

NOBODY HERE IS A VIRGIN!

Of course Kiosan respects everyone's decision to become an adult, and Kiosan knows that's all personal business... but it's okay to slow down, too!

It's really okay to enjoy life as a kid.

( What happened in the past two days... )


[Morning | Action | Athletic Complex, Sector 6]⁽¹⁾

( Marina was starting to feel more and more like a prison... )


[Afternoon | Action | Ramen Shop, Sector 5]

[He did not realize how long he had gone without food since he woke up and worked out; and he loathed that very human sensation of hunger. After showering and changing clothes, he made his way home... until the ramen stand's rich aromas cajoled him into taking a seat and placing an order for the largest bowl they have to offer~

He was so hungry that he may be going about eating ramen the wrong way: sipping at the tasty broth first before touching any of the meats. The warm vapors of the bowl felt good against his eyelids, soothing his tired eyes. All was calm -- or at least he thought so.]


[Bulletin Board | Anonymous]⁽²⁾

[For some, the flourishing script may be familiar; but today, it lacked the usual neatness it had, as if the pen lingered too long at a dot or a loop, the o's and a's looking quite constricted, as if the writer were hesitant or troubled.]

What do you do to clear your mind from so many stressful thoughts?

[As per usual, paper and writing materials of all colors are available.]


( OOC: So sorry for the tl;dr! Notes under the cut. )

Inmates old and new:

Have you found Marina Asylum's current criminal detention and rehabilitation program to be effective?

Or somewhat erroneous and obsolete?

[Ooh look, Tieria’s curled his hair and taken happy pills. He’s smiling, for one, and has his legs crossed in a most fabulous manner]

Well, for a prison, it’s certainly accommodating, if nothing else. It must have taken quite some work to gather it‘s little collection of people here… Though, judging from what apparently constitutes for a crime, it won’t be little for long. [He may also have taken oestrogen pills, if the higher voice is anything to go by] I presume I'm not the only one who finds it's logic a little - questionable. [gestures to himself briefly] Regene Regetta.

[He knows Tieria’s here somewhere. Not entirely sure whether they‘re on good terms or not, unfortunately. Oh well, one way to find out]

More importantly… Tieria, I know you’re here. You wouldn’t object to a little chat, now would you?


[ooc:; Shitty intro is shitty, but it’ll have to do ^^’. Aaaand it’s three in the morning, so I’ll tag back properly tomorrow. Oh, and Tieria might have QBW pinged earlier. Or not, idk whatever really]