[he's been sitting in the library, orienting himself; he thinks he's gotten a good grasp on the situation and that it's safe to use his communicator to chat. Charles is meandering through the library as best he can with his restraint on, observing the stacks]

From the Ivy League to the CIA to the big house. [a little laugh] It's quite an unexpected leap. I have to say this reading selection is a trifle lacking, but I suppose that's to be expected... Other than the material in my welcome basket, of course! That was quite appreciated. I love the sunglasses, they're a nice touch.

[--he is more than a little disoriented with his telepathy sealed off like this; things he could normally have picked up in seconds are mystifying him. but even though the welcome pamphlet talked about "powers", he's not comfortable just casually talking about that in public. he mulls over how to put this into words, and finally asks cheerfully]

So, come and tell me. Who else is, or was, excited by all this far-out technology? I can't be the only one who was astonished to see half a dozen computers in this library, each of them small enough to fit in my arms! And these communicators, they're amazing, just -- really amazing.

[ Riku isn't one to give up on training just because he's outside of the realm of fighting. (Fight club he's deemed sort of unnecessary for the time being, anyway.) Having set up various obstacles for himself to go through, he uses a bamboo sword instead of his Keyblade to slash and practice his technique on the targets set up.

he may have stepped on his communicator and switched on the camera while practicing, though. thankfully, the camera isn't busted, and besides a small crack, it's still in functioning order. of course, that also means that it's broadcasting.

he practices running from various targets, groups, and single-person attacks, all lightning quick. the frustration on his face, though, shows that he's not where he wants to be. he stops before the last target and actually channels some darkness into his palm, sending it flying towards it.

... it's strong enough to make it topple over, but it isn't the affect Riku wanted. he sighs and flops down onto the mats, flushed, tossing his wooden sword to the side and summoning his Keyblade. ]

Great.

[ Hei ducked out of the bathing house, washed clean of lingering sand and suntan lotion and blinked, briefly awed by the flashing light of fireflies. He had heard the morning announcement, but the sheer number of them starting to filter into the dome was more then he had bargained for.

Smiling, a little, Hei rubbed a hand through his still damp hair and spoke out loud, not caring who overheard him. ]

Acumen didn't hold back at all, did he.

[ 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. ]

[It's early, as in very early just barely past the morning announcement early. And where is Richie?

Inside the coffee shop of course. Where else would a guy be when he's been trying to keep himself awake so as to rewrite from memory every single experiment or schematic he had drawn since arriving in Marina. Having a photographic memory with a brain that holds information like a million gigabyte hard drive isn't a bad thing--usually. Except for when you have to copy it all down.

But who needs sleep anyway when there are so may other things he could be doing with his time? And coffee is much better than the little "pick-me up" pills he'd invented--or at least safer.

Just don't disturb all the coffee cups in front of him that have been stacked into a pyramid or the papers that look like someone spilled ink--and maybe coffee--all over them.]

[ Riku's been fighting against creatures that'd leap up at him and scratch his face off for nearly two years now. he hasn't gone home to his dog in ages, and when he finally did, he ended up back ... here.

so, when he found out about this pet cafe, you'd never get him to admit it, but he was curious. not excited... curious. did they really just let people play with pets here?

but, apparently so. and there Riku sits, on the floor, gently smoothing the head of a beagle puppy, legs crossed underneath him. there has never been a kinder expression on his face than when's watching it toddle off and rejoin its brothers and sisters. sitting back, he feels pretty good--that's a departure from the usual bitterness.

... there's a black kitten about to fall from one of the strutures. saving it from certain peril (even if cats do land on their feet), he holds it carefully and lets it start climbing his shirt.

right. okay, he's not a cat person, but he doesn't... mind... it.

... ]

... don't get used to it.

[once the line is open she hesitates, like so many times before she finally had the courage to click the button. Anew quickly double-checks the filter, takes a deep breath,]

Does anyone mind answering a question for me? I know it's a little personal -- [just say it]

Is it a hard thing for you to stand up for yourself?

[ after an uneventful morning, Riku's keeping his promise and wandering over to the ice cream shop to meet Rapunzel. it's... weird, being someplace that he doesn't know, but the feeling's distinctly familiar. what would you call visiting several new worlds, after all? he's trying to treat it that way, though it's hard to forget the fact that this is prison, and he's not supposed to be happy-go-lucky in a prison.

pretty hard to do that with an ice cream shop inside it. even Riku can't scowl in the presence of ice cream.

distantly, he's reminded of his long stay in Twilight Town, and a thoughtful expression comes over his face. he has an important question to ask, doesn't he?

he'll figure that out later, raising his eyes to look for Rapunzel, to see if she's anywhere nearby. ]

[ look, it's the weird kid again. today he is making a point of jumping about, because he is unrestrained and free and hanging loose. hell to the fuck yeah ]

This prison only has beautiful people in it. I didn't know criminals were so pretty, but I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.

[ clicks his tongue ] Hey, uh, Allen? Thanks.

[ more clicking ] Oi woodlouse. How're them cramps?

[It's a bit early, but Tamaki doesn't pay that any mind. Early to bed, early to rise as they say. Either way, he doesn't think most people will mind this no matter what the time is - he's not yelling or making any sort of commotion, and in fact, he's rather calm. Something he isn't very often.

The only sound coming from this video is the sound of a piano and on the screen is the handsome blonde boy playing it. He hasn't played in a while and with nothing else to do today, why not do something that any one can enjoy, himself included? An added bonus is that he can't insult anyone by using the word 'commoner', although that's not really something he's thinking of.

At the end of the song, he turns to face the camera and smiles.]

I hope you were all able to enjoy this.

((ooc: continuation of this thread, to avoid cluttering up someone else's post.))

... alright. [She switches to video, so that he can see who he'll be meeting.] Do you know where the park is? We could meet there, whenever you want.

But you should know... I destroyed a world too. A whole planet.

Fine, if loving my daughter is a crime, then lock me away!

[ Already the theatrics are practically oozing from her voice. ]

Obviously I deserve it, how dare I treat a young woman with love and respect? Oh, you're certainly teaching me a lesson. Never again will I be a loving parent, is that what you want from me? I've seen the light, the error of my ways, how dreadful of me to look out for her well being.

[ Her dramatics swell, dropping almost immediately, and she sounds agitated. ]

Are you happy now, is that what you wanted to hear?

[ for the last few hours, Riku's been a good boy and followed all directions, while restrained. after a bunch of gardening, he's dirty, but he sees no bad thing about it. he's dirty, but he's alive, he's well, and he doesn't see anything inherently wrong with this system besides the fact that he's a minor and he's in a prison. he's not being mistreated. as the camera loads and sharpens onto his face, there's a faraway look in his eye as he tries to assimilate all the information he's gathered. ]

Hey. [ he finally looks down, hair falling in his seagreen eyes. ] I'm new here, I guess being social's part of the charm of this place.

[ a bit of quiet as he looks off, but he starts again. ] I was wondering who's here, and how long.

[ finally, a sigh. ] Got what I wanted.

[she sounds so amused] Well, shit. Nothing like a good Valentines if you have alcohol and a bed buddy.

Too bad more than half the people here are tight asses underage. Though there's really nothing that's stopping them.

And I'm pretty sure none of us have bed buddies.

[ooc: strike outs can be heard by those people with incredibly good hearing. Faith doesn't keep it on the down low]

Okay, so... I've been thinking.

[ pause ] Oh, if you're a kid, you probably shouldn't listen to this. I have no idea how many of you are out there, but Fletcher, Xion, and you other kids, this means you, okay?

I think we should come up with a way to convince Sentience to let us have sex.

I know we have some smart people here, I'm sure we can figure something out.

When did the lights and heat come back on?

[Shallot sounds obviously surprised. A bit relieved, but very surprised and a little confused. The last thing he remembered was it being very dark and cold. He was still in his room... how did those things get repaired without him noticing? Did he fall asleep or something?]

Uhm. Anyone that happens to be a doctor or has healing abilities-- may I have a word with you? It's very important!


Ah, I'm looking for someone named Julia, as well... how impersonal. [sigh~]



[filtered; to Aidou]
Aidou. Are you alive?

[An image appears of a young man. He looks something like Rtisuka, but older and with a face that says he has seen more than his fair share of hardship that involves the spilling of blood. If one pays attention to the background, once can see he is in some sort of cell (or if not a cell than a seriously depressing room), its walls blank and undecorated, the lighting dim at best though a large square of light illumination his face suggests that the door is open. There is a short pause before a voice actually comes over the communications device, seemingly thick from disuse.]

I am in need of assistance. I require maps that include distribution of the populous, geographical layouts, and I also require the status of the areas technological advances.

[He pauses again, as if waiting for something to happen, his brow scrunching in irritation. The sound of a chain clanging against metal can be heard, the rumbling roll of a iron ball along with it.]

I am within some sort of cell, and I have been informed I am part of a 'chain gang'. I require further information on where I am - name, area of the world, government structures.

[He pauses again, licking his lips as if the words are hard to come by.]

I would be grateful for help.

[The communication abruptly ends.]

[No, he didn't forget your dare, Euphie. Loud and clear,]

I like pink, fluffy things.

[Now. On a more serious note.]

[screened to Defense Team]

Now that I have your attention. [More sober,] I think we've got another baddie for the list.

[So the whole ordeal with Hibari a few days prior had kind of weirded Dino out. Not in the way of it disgusting him, or anything, but in the way of him not being able to stop thinking about it. He could recall every detail almost crystal clear, and whenever he thought about it it would make his heart start pounding again, in his chest, like he was there all over again.  While it isn't a terrible feeling, the butterflies in the stomach slight nausea certainly isn't very pleasant.  He can't stop thinking about it though, and he really doesn't want to worry Tsuna about it, but with how jumpy he's been acting, he's sure that even his little brother is going to start being able to pick up on it soon.

So, he decides the best way to stop thinking about his underage male student, is to go out and have a bit of fun.  (ie: go drinking)  He went to the clothing shop, and picked out the sexiest, most flattering, and not over the top ensemble he could, which features a nice pair of faded jeans, a dark blue button up shirt, and a black blazer, and decided to go visit the club.

He makes sure to leave a bit early, since no matter how closely he follows the map, he always seems to end up somewhere completely different than where he had planned.  He's walking along, still a bit tense, but much more relaxed than he's felt in a few days.]

((OOC:  Feel free to intercept him anywhere in the shelter, or at the club.))