[It was really pretty confusing, to find yourself in a strange city, in front of what looked like a movie theater. He had been at home, hadn't he? And the thing that was suddenly on his when he woke up was making a ton of noise. So needless to say, it had gotten pulled off his face. He had never seen anything like it before...]

[Fuuma leaned up against the wall of the building, sliding down to sit. You aren't supposed to wander around when you get lost, right? That just makes it harder for people to find you. But if he could hear voices from the device in his hands, maybe it was like a phone? After some fiddling with the buttons on the thing, the video function clicks on. The 11 year old that appears on the screen might be rather familiar to a few people who have been in the prison for a while. He looks a bit nervous, and maybe a little upset, but his voice is pretty even.]

Excuse me? Can anyone hear me? I was wondering if anyone could give me directions back to the Tokagushi Shrine...

[He doesn't look sure if anyone can actually hear him through the thing, but it was worth a shot. If not, Fuuma will at least try to spot someone nearby and ask them.]


((OOC: Meet 11 year old Fuuma Monou, Marina! Don't worry, he's taken from before Saya died, so he won't go crazy on you. But if you throw a creeper at him, he will likely run for the hills.))

[There is a very small and young child staring back at whoever may be looking at the network. He may look familiar to some.]

This is all...very strange. [He doesn't look upset, but he does look nervous, but maybe trying to hide it as best he can.] What Nation is this? Unlawful kidnapping of clan members from other countries can be considered a sign of aggression.

[Another Hidden Village attempting to kidnap him is the only idea he can think of. They're technology is so advanced...he can't think of which it could be. Nothing in his studies told him about this.]

Who is in charge here?

[Have an up close and personal look at an eye, Marina. A rather pretty dark brown eye, marred only by the fact that an enormous fuzzy black caterpillar seems to have crawled above it and died--or maybe just by the fact that its owner has an incredibly thick, bushy eyebrow.]

I wonder if this is working yet.....

[The view pulls back a little to show a very ruggedly masculine face, complete with a large nose, shiny black bowl cut, and large, calloused, powerful-looking hands. He tinkers with the device a little more--mostly just pressing buttons at random, really, in an attempt to figure out what they do. Being that he's not actually wearing it, he isn't really having much luck.]

Well, I suppose I could always try again, if it isn't?

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he studes the communicator, then nods to himself firmly, looking satisfied. He punches one more button for good measure, then puts on the device and carefully straightens it out. It reveals a fashion disaster--dark blue sandals paired with gaudy, puffy, pinstriped bright orange legwarmers; a red cloth belt with a shining silver plate where a buckle should be, bearing a stylized leaf engraved on it; a bulky forest green flak vest with a multitude of pockets on it; and a blindingly bright spring green, very skintight spandex jumpsuit that leaves far too little to the imagination. Even worse, he seems to be posing, hips thrust out and fists resting solidly on them, chest puffed out self-confidently.]

Hello, people of Marina! It seems we are to be prisoners together! I earnestly hope this won't be the case forever, but until our stay here is finished, then I feel it is only right and proper to introduce myself to all of you, so we may come to be comrades and work together well as quickly and smoothly as possible!

[A sudden, dramatic breeze ruffles his vest and hair, carrying leaves that swirl behind him, dancing in the wind and winking in the sun. A convenient sunbeam bathes Gai in golden light as he spins, this pose even more dramatic than the last, one arm thrown to the sky before whipping down to point emphatically at the camera. It rises to make a thumbs up soon after, and he winks and grins, teeth sparkling blindly (and maybe even audibly, was that a 'ping' just then?) for the benefit of his audience.]

I am Maito Gai, the Proud Green Beast of Konoha!

It's a pleasure to meet you all; please allow me the honor of your friendship, and the privilege of any further knowledge about this place that you've acquired! Together, our strength and the fruits of our hard work will know no bounds!



((OOC: Maito Gai from Naruto, from somewhere during part 2. No specific canon point, but likely somewhere between the Rescue Gaara arc and the Pain arc.))

[Despite the late hour, Mal is outside one of one of the residences in Sector 4 stalking keeping an eye on Inara the perimeter of this new living space Inara has acquired. He has to make sure she's safe and taken care of, right? Any who come along are free to notice him... patrolling not stalking.]

VIDEO ▶ ACTION

[ she's been spending much time observing the communicator since she's arrived, refraining from appearing until now to gather as much information as she needs (though really, the brochure that came along with the basket is already more than helpful). but at least now, she knows who to expect to react when she decides to show up. ]

My, my.

[ lottie smiles malevolently widely, crossing one leg over the chained one and leaning forward to the camera. behind her is a familiar view of the park. ]

So I suppose even pretty girls get chained up even before they get to do anything. How terribly unforgiving.

But I do wonder now what I'm being chained for. [ she tilts her head slightly to one side, her smile now lopsided. ] Big Sis hasn't committed anything gruesome since 100 years ago after all. [ a pause. and then -- ]

I know! Why don't we play a game of 20 questions? Perhaps Big Sis will find out the reason that way. [ she giggles. ] And perhaps more.

[The tone of the speaker is aggravated and condescending. This is someone who won't easily accept the predicament he's just found himself in. Not without ample proof.]

[It's a ruse. It has to be. After all, there's no way it could be true. Someone's captured him, sealed his fon slots, and cast some sort of illusion over him using the first fonon. That has to be it. It makes sense considering he defected from the Order, considering how that man keeps extending his offer. If he'll only cross a sea of corpses. Corpses, huh?]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke? I don't have time to play games with you people! Return my sword and undo the seal unless you're all willing to pay with your lives.

[Meanwhile Asch is kneeling down in the middle of the graveyard. For a while now he's been trying to figure out a way to remove the ball and chain from around his right leg, but he hasn't made any progress. Not even after fishing through the welcome basket for stuff to help it slide better. None. Unless getting even more frustrated counts.]

[Every grave in the yard is covered in one or two flowers, courtesy of Sakura. She puts a few more on Gyoro and Ururun's grave before moving on. She doesn't cry. Instead she places the flowers as nicely as possible around one of the graves.]

How are you, Itachi-san? I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner to see you. [arranges the flowers a little more and smiles]

[ooc: a 'year' since Itachi died ;-; you can catch her coming to and fro from the graveyard as well]

[It was late. Fuuma had lost track of time - not to say he was doing anything important, rather the opposite, really - and was now headed back to the new apartment he shared well after midnight. It was hard to feel tired when he spent the days doing nothing. He'd never been the type to sleep a lot, but here it was worse. But he'd wandered to everywhere he could think of already, sat on a roof and watched Kamui's house for a while, and anything else that came to mind before realizing what time it was.]

[He doubted that his new room mate would care much about his coming and going, but he didn't really want to run into someone patrolling with the Defense Force at this hour. It was irritating to deal with people who would try to stop him for no reason apart from them being part of a group meant to police other inmates. Not that it had mattered much lately... But Fuuma hadn't poked his nose much into Sasuke's business, even when the kid came home looking like he got beat up the other day. If he wasn't involved, there was no sense in interfering.]

[It didn't take him long to get back to the new apartment in sector five, opening the door as silently as he can, and shutting it softly behind him. He wasn't hungry, so he might as well try to get some sleep... Tomorrow would make 54 days that he had been here. He really needed to find something to do.]

[Itachi leaps from the roof of one building to another, keeping a quiet pace, shifting in and out of the shadows easily as he moves. He is not moving quickly, as speed can make one's eyes less diligent, but he will not be easily noticed.

It's the late shift again, and to be honest, he prefers it. Walking through the sectors late at night, listening to whatever might break the silence. He's more than capable of giving enough attention to outside world and his own thoughts at the same time, and thus the quiet solitude of the night is beneficial to him.

Usually. Perhaps he would prefer the distraction tonight, when thoughts do little more than annoy him with their uselessness. Such as thoughts about Kisame and his strange presence--someone from his future who knows is past. Someone who knows far too much.

A distraction may be suitable for the occasion.]

[Voice]

Can one truly be incapable of intentionally killing a friend under any circumstances?

[Have some video this fine morning, Marina. The feed opens up with a young girl peering curiously at the camera, but she remains silent. She doesn't look distraught, nor is she crying, but the little angel wings on her back give the lightest of twitches (startled?) whenever a bot walks by her along the shelter.]

[Yes, the video is still just her staring at the camera and looking around silently. Is this thing broken? She stares straight at the camera and pushes some buttons now--]

dserkgaherg

[Sudden text!! Here she looks very surprised and repeats what she just did, slower this time as she tries to find the right letters.]

hello? anyone help maybe?
this thing asking and telling but i do not understand
where is home???

[Since he hadn't gotten any angry calls on the communicator about someone burning down Kamui and Subaru's house, he's guessing the surprise party went alright. Not that he had sent an invitation to anyone he thought might cause much trouble on their own, but who knew with putting that group of people in a room together. Fuuma was pleased the plan had seemingly gone off without any problems though.]

[Now he was faced once again of his increasingly annoying problem of nothing to do. Figuring out how to roll a cake had actually taken up a fair amount of time and effort, which he was fine with. It was a nice distraction from the increasing lethargy he faced here. As he was now - "Kamui" - was not a state he was truly meant to actually live with. He had been meant to break all the kekkai in Tokyo to end the world and kill Kamui. That would kill all the humans living on Earth. Fuuma wasn't an exception. But here, he had no purpose. He could hardly hear a whisper of a wish from most people, the planet wasn't wishing for humanity to die, and Kamui was less than inclined to do anything about his "wish" to bring "Fuuma" back. He could only verbally and physically push so much.]

[So for today, his plan was to wander aimlessly until the celebrations Acumen had announced for later. At least with that he was almost guaranteed to run into someone. That always made things a little less boring.]


((OOC: There be a Fuuma wandering around the dome. He'll pretty much be just about anywhere this morning, save for the beach of course, so feel free to hit him up.))

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))

[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?

Oh man, this is rich! They're not even going to hold me for a full day! How ridiculous is that, hmmm? Seems pretty silly to even bother with something like getting someone to break you free if you can get it done legitimately in a matter of hours.....

[Kisame is laughing with the absurdity of his announcement, grin broad and sharp, one hand folded casually behind his head as he walks outside. He's obviously a free man, from his steady gait and the complete absence of the rhythmic rasping screech of his weight being dragged along the ground. Yes, he heard the day announcement--and yes, he does think that advertising something like that is pretty stupid, given their locale. Really, people? Advertising your rebellion where the warden can see it along with the rest of the world? Really?]

So..... now that I get free run of the big prison instead of being babysat all day, what's there to do around this place?

[Private to Itachi]

[Kisame is still grinning as he changes the feed to private, though his jaunty expression mellows some, warming and quieting until the lively energy and humor is subdued into mere pleasure and high spirits. Business is business, after all--and Itachi has never really been an excitable person.]

It looks like we won't have to wait any longer for me to be useful again, Itachi-san. I'm ready and available to rendezvous as soon as you have the opportunity.

[So, some people just couldn't keep their mouths shut. It's no skin off his back, and he's merely grateful that he'd gotten his restraint off before the warden had decided to have a meltdown over it. If he'd really wanted the restraints to stay on, he shouldn't have made them breakable in the first place, if such a thing was possible.]

[After his less-than-pleasant introduction with Itachi's partner, the boy had been even more of a recluse than normal, and was deliberately going out of his way to avoid most everyone. It was only the flashing lights and sounds of the arcade that finally caught his attention, and though he lingered in the doorway for a moment, he did eventually make his way inside.]

[This was all very, very new. Despite his mostly composed features, he was taken aback, and cautiously began to step among the machines. They were games, clearly, but what was the point? That was what he was having trouble figuring out.]

[The post starts in silence, with little but the roar of the sea and cries of the gulls to fill it; after a moment, Kisame lets out a noise somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a monster yawn.]

I've never seen a prison with a beach or brochures before.... This is a really nice place you've all got, here. Very welcoming. The basket is a nice touch, though I can't say much for the choice of accessories we're welcomed with..... No accounting for taste, I guess. Ugh.

[A grinding, scraping noise punctuates his comment--likely the sound of a ball-and-chain being dragged through sand or mud. A ridiculously heavy one to hear it, if the weight can be properly conveyed through sound alone. A moment of contemplative silence, and he chuckles.]

Is this really all there is to it? Living in isolation with full amenities until we die of natural causes or whatever? Or do the torture and interrogation come in later? Not that I'm complaining or anything, haha, I just mean this seems more like....well, more like deportation than imprisonment, I guess. Or something. I don't know. I was expecting something a lot more painful and uncomfortable than this, I'll admit. Prison usually isn't a very pretty or pleasant place. I do like the scenery so far though, I'll admit.

......So, uh, listen. My name is Hoshigaki Kisame. If anyone who knows my name is in here, please contact me. And if.... if anybody knows if Uchiha Itachi is around here, that'd also be really helpful, I'd appreciate it a lo--ghhk!

[There's the sound of splashing water, and Kisame splutters indignantly, the high chattering laugh of a dolphin easily heard in the background.]

Why don't you come back here and say that to my face, jerk? Hey--!

[A much louder splash follows; Kisame splutters and coughs again, and a series of splashes and the heavy rasping groan of his weight dragging along behind him follows before he cuts the post short; it seems he's going in after his mischievous new friend, though not without his share of difficulty. At least from the sound of his laughter, it seems more like he's had his pride ruffled than actually been upset by the interruption.]

[You're in a Kindergarten classroom, where the children have been left to their own devices for the time being. They're building with blocks, taking care of dolls, colouring pictures -

- and there's a familiar-looking little girl sitting off to one corner, away from everyone else, driving a toy car back and forth in front of her. It's the sort that you pull backward to make drive on its own, which is enough to amaze any young child, but she doesn't look very taken with it. Indeed, she gives the appearance of merely passing the time.

Why is she all alone? Will you approach her? Are you a child as well, or your current age? It's all up to you.]

((ooc: sorry, sorry. I thought of one more dream I wanted to do, and since the event's still open and others have used multiple posts, I thought I'd squeeze it in ;;))

Dream One | CR-only
[It's late. You're not sure what it is, but even though you can't see anyone around, you feel like you're being watched. The further you walk, the further the sensation gets. Eventually, you begin to see bodies. Men and women, young and old--everyone is dead. They all look to be related. In the middle of the corpses, Sasuke's standing there, tears streaming silently down his face even before he drops to his knees.]

Mother... Father...

[That's when you see red, red eyes pierce the darkness, and someone's standing before Sasuke now. You can't make out his features in the darkness, but he's covered in blood. You have a bad feeling about this.]

Dream Two | Open

[Welcome to the village of Konoha. The streets are bustling with people going about their daily business, and if you happen to glance up, you might see a blur of movement as shinobi leap from roof to roof. A small boy of about eight or so is expertly weaving his way through the crowd, something clenched tightly in his fist--before he accidentally smacks right into you and falls over. Whoops. Say hello to an eight-year-old Sasuke.]

( ONE - OPEN )

( TWO - LIMITED-ISH BUT STILL OPEN )

((late, and tags will be slow. Do you hate me yet? I also need to latelate tag other peoples dream posts, because I'm annoying like that. Yeah, you hate me ♥))

( Dream 1: Perfect Memory )

( Dream 2: Wide Open Spaces )

((OOC: Both dreams are open! Dream 1 has some disturbing imagery.))