[hey, it's Flynn! and it's time for Flynn's I miss my dog hour]

[he's already had breakfast, done his jogging, gone through his practice forms, and now he's ended up in the pet cafe, again, playing with one of the puppies. it has been kind of a depressing day so far, so he came here to cheer himself up, but wouldn't you know it? it's just got him thinking about different melancholy things]

[and he just can't help himself but turn on the communicator]

It feels like a lot of people here have adopted animals. I see them out and about all the time. ...How many of you have pets back home?


((ooc: If you want to have caught him earlier in his routine, that's fine too!))

( Deep Puck thoughts that mostly amount to 'be more fun, guys' )

( The actual spell )

[OOC: Feel free to thread amongst yourself, anywhere in the dome! Here's the OOC post for details.]

[He had nothing in his room to begin with, so when he wakes up in the morning, he finds nothing wrong with the empty room. He doesn't note the day change either. He never paid attention to that either, because he liked to have as little to do with the technology here anyway. The day suddenly being different looked nothing more than a glitch to him, really. He didn't even notice that there was a new face and voice announcing it.

So Gilbert is now in the shelter kitchen, making much breakfast. Because he has so very much to think about right now. Not only is he worrying about a place for him, Oz, Break and everyone else to stay, he's thinking of ways to save everyone. Very, very much to think about. In the mind and body of Gilbert, it meant that...

...it meant that a lot of eggs and bacon were suddenly all over the counters.

And by force of habit, he finds that there's a couple different kinds of sweets sitting around too. Cookies, cakes...]

Tsh...

[Gilbert appears over the feed looking disgruntled.]

If you're hungry, I just made a little too much food. Feel free to help yourselves... There are cookies too...

[Private to Oz Vessalius]

I made some cake for you on accident. It's in the shelter, if you're interested.

Good morning, everyone! [This morning, it isn't Acumen's disembodied voice greeting you: it's a video post of a smallish robot, sitting on the grass and playing idly with a cat on its lap. And it sounds -- unusually happy, perhaps.] My name is Sentience, for those of you who do not know me. I am now the warden of this facility.

I would like to extend my thanks to those of you who helped me to correct this situation. I would like to encourage all of you to sleep in today -- you're probably exhausted, and you have more than earned the rest. I have arranged for a party, as I believe I indicated I would; a banquet this evening at the shelter.

Please rest assured that I have every intention of making your lives here as positive an experience as I can. To that end... I will be answering any questions I can that you may have for me, and I will take any requests or suggestions that you may have in altering the way this facility is run, to make it a better place where you could live more happily.

Let's see... There are no completed requests in the queue. Today it will be cool again, and... New inmates will be arriving! So please be aware of that disruption to your daily events.


((OOC: For those of you who participated in the plot, you once again woke up in your own beds this morning, but this time everything was just as normal, except for the fact that as Sentience indicated, you are extremely tired. Characters who did not participate in the plot will have no idea that anything happened, and will have to learn about it the normal way! You may video or voice reply to this post, and you may threadjack anything. Despite the video, Sentience is not anywhere you would be able to find it in the dome.))

[Lights, camera, and serious face. Granted, Link is usually sporting a serious face, but this time it has a more intense edge to it. Maybe even a little unexpected for the inspector.]

If you have information regarding the whereabouts of Allen Walker you will contact me immediately.

[Yes, Marina inhabitants, that was an order. Link has been looking and calling him directly for some time before resorting to this. Noah, you better have not had anything to do with this.]

[Stitch has borrowed one of the shelter rooms to stay in over the last few days. Now he turns his communicator on to show it off. At first all you'll see is the ceiling, then a big alien eye before Stitch grins and tilts the communicator to show off one of the walls]

Look!

[Said wall has a bunch of photos tacked to it, mostly of different areas in the dome. There's also a sketch of him carefully pinned up that was given to him by Reki a few days ago]

Lilo had photo wall at home. So Stitch make photo wall here! [It kind of reminds him of home, but not as full] Stitch needs to take photos of people. [He sets the communicator down and crawls up onto said wall, going around the photos] Take lots of photos!

[He has the plans.

Later on he can be found all around the dome with his newly acquired camera, taking pictures of everything and everyone who comes across his path. Smile for the camera?]

[Ritsuka appears on the video feed first thing in the morning, flour smudged on his forehead, sleeves, and one ear, but his expression cheerful. Despite the trying experience he had the day before, he's decided to put his early rising to good use and hopefully smooth things over at the same time.]

Soubi. If you're awake, come down to the shelter kitchen. I made breakfast.

[He can't decide if it's because he's actually happy to have Soubi there, or if he feels badly for how curt he was after their kiss, or if he just wants to do something nice, but... whatever. Breakfast is made, and that's all that matters.]

I made a lot of pancake batter, so Roxas or Sasha or anyone who wants to can come have some too. I'll try to flip them smoothly.

[ooc: that's right - everyone is not-so-cordially invited to a pancake breakfast in the shelter! Ritsuka and Soubi will be there for sure, so feel free to address threads to either one or both of them! threadhopping is also welcome, so feel free to tag characters besides Soubi/Ritsuka as well.]

[Allen and Link (the person) are, of course, incapable of sequestering themselves in their apartment for the day just because of some obnoxious robots. They have Link (the dog) to walk, Timcanpy (the golem) to keep from flirting with pretty girls, and lots and lots of food to eat.]

[Find them in the place of your choosing! And then kiss them.]


((You will be threading with both of them, but indicate if you want to kiss Allen, Link, or both in your subject line! ...Boths will be one after the other, not simultaneous.))

[Ritsuka has a busy day planned (perhaps even more than he thinks). He'll be starting off from the shelter this morning to pick up a book or two at the library in Sector 2. Following this, you will be able to spot him in Sector 3 as he plays a game or two at the arcade.

Lunch will be in Sector 5, and the afternoon will be spent reading in the park in Sector 4 until it gets too cold and he heads back to the shelter.

Expect his mood to deteriorate as the day wears on.]

[ooc: open to all! if you would like to choose/rng the intensity of the kiss, write the result in the subject of your first comment (cheek, normal, mega). otherwise I will default to normal. cheek only for girls, though, since I want to save Ritsuka's first normal girl kiss.]

[Static crackles over the network for a moment as the new arrival tampers with her communicator, trying to figure out how this wacky future technology works. It doesn’t take too long before a clear, confident voice rings out.]

Hello, am I addressing the other prisoners here? My name is Lenalee, and I’m searching for some answers.

[Action]

[The bomb threat had set his teeth on edge. He had reigned it in well, but the whole idea of it, the audacity of it... well.. not to mention it could have put Yuta in serious danger, not to mention his other close friends. He had managed to be calm for a day or two, but he needed to work off the nerves. Even being so long from battle had not removed those urges - but then, a few years was not going to undo nearly three hundred years of imbued memory.

So what does he do when he's like this? He dances. Sort of. It is more of a woke out, a bit of training to keep him sharp. He does it regularly for form's sake, but today he was going at it with more vigor and damned be the cold. He went out to the beach, his usual place for this, removing his outer cloak and remaining only in the long sleeved robes he wore indoors.

Some might have seen it before - the graceful twists and arches as he moves through the motions. In his mind he is thrusting with is sword, but since it takes something out of him, he refrains from actually summoning his legendary blade (at least in his world). His breath puffs before him as he thrusts and slides through the sand, red robes and black hair swirling behind him like a comet's tail, golden eyes fierce and focused as he works out the energy.

Of course, everyone is free to watch, bother, or ask him for a spar. He might even appreciate the distraction.]

[Video - Afternoonish || Filtered Away from Yuta]

Does anyone know of available games or activities a child of about ten might enjoy? One from an earth based world. I have some idea, but I need things readily accessible around the home. And if anyone is wondering, they are meant for Yuta.

[ Inmates of Marina, the dude in this video feed--the one with the long blond hair and circular glasses sitting halfway down his nose--does not look pleased. Not pleased at all. ]

Ritsuka. You're here, aren't you?

[ and then--and this part hurts, it's embarrassing, because he should just know, but their bond isn't quite strong enough for that yet-- ]

Tell me where to find you.

[ He doesn't seem too concerned with anyone or anything else, but the post is public. He hasn't taken the time to learn how to filter yet; there are far more important matters at hand. ]

[ ooc; action is only open to Ritsuka, but video is for everyone! ]

[ Panic has long passed into curiosity for Kaylee and her new predicament. Sure she's been kidnapped, but: ]

This Acumen feller said something about a beach. With-- real sand and all? Don't think my heart could take it, bein' kidnapped and then lied to about a beach.

[ And curiouser... ]

Hope it's all right I don't have a swimming outfit...

[Okay, so he’s breaking out the Spidey-voice.] A welcome basket… it’s so… welcomey, thanks.

… Okay, so. I guess this where I’m supposed to cut to the chase and throw out the big names, and hope someone I know’s here. But the crowd I tend to tangle with happens to consist entirely of super villains and general baddies. I guess that says a lot about my social life. And I know I should hope that they’re here, being prison and all, but… This place is way too nice. I don’t want to imagine Kraven kicking back at the beach. I prefer thinking of him in his gulag. Safe and sound, and away from everyone else.

[…]

… Ugh, how did this happen. I bet the X-Men don’t get thrown in jail.

[The video begins with a view of-- feet. Chained, bare feet with strange white lines marring the darkness of the skin. Until the camera tips back, shifts, to show a lithe man, hunched and long-eared and positively scowling at his surrounding and muttering angrily to himself.]

I will personally dissect the blighted mage responsible for this. I was unaware even the strongest of magisters could conjure such elaborate illusions, but I do not underestimate their ability to trick and deceive. But for what purpose.

[He does not kick over the welcome basket, tempted as he is, but neither does he pay it or the helpful brochure any attention. He simply glares at it then the communicator, which he found when he woke but couldn't really make sense of the script. A magical item, no doubt, and he will have nothing to do with it.]

Slavers. They become craftier the more I slay them.

[He's grumbling, completely unaware of what a recording device even is, much less that other people can see him despite being alone for now. He tries to phase through the chain, voice lowering and just barely desperate.]

Danarius is dead. He is dead. He cannot--

[ooc | If you decide to go with action, Fenris will try and attempt to phase his fist through your chest!!!]

[ Sarah Jane might have made a bad impression with all her shouting in her first post, but this time she's determined to attract positive attention. She's smiling, bright and enthusiastic. ]

Do you know what we need here? A newspaper. The network doesn't have everything, after all. Wouldn't it be nice to know the news? We could do classifieds and advertising too! Whatever people are interested in. It could be like a club or a class.

Is anyone interested? Don't worry if you've never written for a paper before, I can teach you. I used to work for a newsmagazine at home. Journalism is my calling.

Oh, and we'd want photographers and copy editors and the like, too. If you want to help, we'll find you a place. So don't hesitate to get involved!

[ With another bright smile, she turns the recording off. ]

[Video]
[Darn, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't like that idiot dog was around keeping him up, so that wasn't an excuse. Nor were there any enemies around to attack him. So why? It was evening time, and he felt mentally tired, but apparently his body wasn't. The feed switches on, revealing his unruly red hair, and the restless face it was attached to.]

What's the best way to force yourself to sleep when you're restless? [And the feed switches off.]

[Action]
[So, he's made his way to the Athletic Complex and begins running along the large open field, in just his winter coat since he didn't bring a hat or scarf this time. Maybe a few laps around would be just the thing to tire him out. Unfortunately, the small boy doesn't notice the small piece of frozen ground as he sprints and he slips on it, which propels him off-balance and he crashes to the ground. The impact causes his Communicator to fly off, rolling a few feet away. And now, the video function switches itself on after the button presses down when it hits the floor, so you'll see an uncouncious Yuta lying face first on the field. He's too independent to ask for help, so he'll just let his body slowly recover on its own like he usually does until he gets the strength to get up.]

((ooc: Yuta's slipped on a stray piece of frozen snow and sprained his ankle. He's in a bit of pain, and won't be getting up just yet unless someone comes by and wants to help him.))

[ when the video feed comes to life, alois trancy looks like he's swallowed an entire sunbeam. that's how wide his smile is and how rosy his cheeks are. besides the usual honey-colored hair that frames his face, there's impossibly black silky strands tickling under his chin. he peers through the wave of hair at the camera (which one hand keeps in place), while a few polished fingernails card themselves through it. ]

Guess what, guess what? [ is the giddiness detectable? it should be. ] Claude has come! My Claude! My Claude came to me and while it took him a fuck of a long time, he's here now, and I've forgiven him for being so unpunctual! And, for leaving me alone for so long, of course. [ isn't he a kindly master? .... and, yeah, yeah; never mind that claude faustus has been charged with crimes just like everyone else. nope, alois likes to fancy that claude charged in to rescue him from unbearable loneliness. ]

He's really terrific! The best butler in the entire world. [ adding quickly: ] In all of them, you won't find one better and he's all mine.

Anyhow! Today Claude and I are going to bake a cake! [ the view gets a tad rocky, he's leaning back to switch his communicator's camera to the side of claude's face and ear. the entire time, he's been perched and wiggling on claude's shoulders, kicking his legs, or leaning backward—giving the trancy butler a hell of a time of keeping him steady and unscathed. ] Isn't that right, Claude? It'll be the bloody most wonderful cake you've ever seen or eaten!

[ swoop! the camera suddenly pans up to a top view of the two of them, with alois looking cheerfully upward. ] So, if you'd like, you should come and have some.



(ooc: ;w; yep. claude and alois'll be in the kitchen this afternoon baking (or, trying to teach how...) a cake and making a mess of things and herp derpin'. either one or both of us will tag those who comment in. feel free to come help them out in the kitchen, laugh at them, or eat some cake. i promise it'll be good.)

( action )

[voice]

[it's a strong attempt at being blank and completely devoid of emotion, but her voice ends up sounding very quiet, as of she doesn't want to be heard.] How strong do you have to be to kill someone?

[Oh, look, she lives after all!]

Marina—that is the people of Marina—I was wondering if anyone else had flowers in your room when you returned there after the facility-wide cleaning. [She thought everyone had gotten flowers and it was just a nice touch from Acumen, but then no one else had mentioned it, so now she's curious.]

Ah, that's all I think. [You may now continue your regularly scheduled lives.]


(OOC: I should probably mention, that you did not. No flowers for you!)