[wow. w o w what did hijikata ever do to deserve this, huh—? wait, don't answer that.

as of right now, all the vice-chief can offer is a short, tired laugh with that demonic grin of his. hijikata's fatigue is apparent; his wounds may have been healed, but that still doesn't do anything about the fact that the issue with itou had only recently gotten resolved with his life and nothing beyond that. what use was resolving that bullshit if all hijikata had to show for it was fucking prison?

he sounds more than indignant when he begins to speak.]

You think this is funny? Is it? Cop stuck in prison— [it takes more than just effort to try and keep calm and not throw around his restraint everywhere and cause property damage, (not that he could, anyway) and it shows. clearly. hijikata's temple has one laaarge vein about to pop out from irritation. he's probably going to get an ulcer soon, too. words can't describe how much he wants to kill everything right now.] —hilarious. Go laugh in hell, you bastard.

[obligatory scary face included.]

I got things to do, and this isn't one of them. Sougo! Fun's over.

[. . .

there's no response. hijikata waits... and waits... and waits. ......... what. does this mean he's alone in this scary place?? guys???]

Sougo!!

I can't sleep...

[the video feed is nothing but the lifeless stare of a girl who has lost all hope to what pertains to sleeping. her arrival has made her inner clock all sorts of jacked up and it was messing with her beauty sleep and napping cycle. is she even blinking? (no, she isn't.)]

I am trying so hard to, like, go to sleep but all I end up doing is thinking too much, uhuh. I can't even move and I'm starting to miss being able to move around and choose where I want to take a nap on and be a bum and do nothing all day. I am tired of not doing things. [rolls on her side, because obviously she's resigned herself to lying flat on the floor, the communicator a few feet away from her.] And when I try to take a nap, like, I'm already rested from doing nothin' and I'm starting to really wonder what does the sun look like again?

[this goes on and on; silly rambling over nothing that makes no specific sense. her eyes are bloodshot, her voice monotone and that of a person in deep anguish. pathetically bends her knees and brings them closer to her chest, taking on a fetal position.

obviously she doesn't care about paying attention to her surroundings slash situation.]

Is this deportation, huh? I promise I've been a good girl. I don't wanna be sent baaaack, aru.

[It's a bright day, warm and sunny, or however sunny it can be at the beach within an under water dome. Fingers curling around the delicate handle of a parasol, Yuuki walks along the shore line at the beach, a seasonal appropriate sun dress covering her. She's pale, but pretty, sandals off her feet to run and dig her toes within the soft sand. Gaze below she walks, looking for sea shells and watching the foot prints she makes in the sand with each step she leaves behind.

At last, she tilts her head back, lifting a small hand up into the sky.]

It's a beautiful day.

[In light of the blood and violence previously, it's such a strange contrast. The days here are are so peculiar, each one bringing a new feeling with it's strange flow of time. One moment it can be peaceful and the next chaos.]

I think they're important to enjoy. You never know when things might suddenly change.

[A deep breath, breathing in the fresh air - before she slumps, head falling while she brings an arm up to rub at her eyes]

Ahhhh it's really really bright though, isn't it. [Not that easy going on a vampire's eyes. OTL Maybe she needs to invest in some sunglasses.]

( In which Kitty blows up the bar )

(OOC: Characters in sector five will hear multiple explosions of varying volume. The sound may carry to neighboring sectors or be heard by anyone with super hearing of course. They are located partially underground which is muffling the sound to some extent. The immediate vicinity is clear at the time of the ignition. Flames will reach and exceed the surface, but Zelgadis will be on the scene shortly after the first audible explosion to begin containing the blaze. He will have it in hand on his own, but anyone rushing to the scene is welcome to help. Feel free to mingle. Kitty will have an open thread below. People are welcome to assume they were among those asked/told/threatened to leave the bar initially!]

[ The weather offered a semblance of peace after the events of the last few days, and the pitter-patter of the rain against the window is very relaxing.

What better than to spend it at the library in the company of tomes? Sasha makes herself comfortable in a corner, seemingly building a small fortress around her as she samples several books, all of varying topics.

You will get a smile if she sees you approach, or even help you reach or look for a book. She knows her way around the library enough~ ]


(( OOC: Off hiatus, and here be Sasha chillin' at the library. Feel free to imagine her random choice of books and question/comment on/mock her about them, read with her, or even ask her to read to you~ ))
 

[If you know Lacus, you know she's a little overly curious sometimes, so it might not come as a big surprise to see her roaming around, pausing to touch various things, smell some flowers if any happen to be in the area. But she's not usually followed around by an athletic, headphone-wearing brunette who's carrying an impressive laptop/handheld technogadget combo. And usually there aren't electrodes under all that pink hair.]

[Lacus isn't bothered by the rain in the slightest and Rebecca has the equipment covered so they're just as likely to be outside as inside, Lacus playing around in the light rain in clothing that's quite a bit more suited to summer than early spring. At Rebecca's direction, Lacus is idly taking her time to take in whatever's around, whether that's dipping her fingers in the koi pond or nestling into an armchair in the shelter common room or leaning against the brick wall of one of the lesser used buildings. She might sample a few things from the restaurants, too.]

[And if you happen to be around, Lacus might casually ask if she can touch you. Don't worry, it's all for science.]


((OOC: Threads will be with Lacus and Rebecca and can be located anywhere in the dome! Feel free to ask what's going on, or react as if Lacus has approached you. There will be no touching without permission, but she's a hard girl to say no to ^_^ ]

( 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.]

[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.

There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.



Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.]

If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.

[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.]

I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.]



((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.

If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))

Who do you think would win in a fight between Acumen and Sentience? And why should we give a damn about Sentience? I bet they're the same shit. I've been here over a week and I'm already tired of bots running the show. 's not like this is some underwater G*nd*m series.

Speaking of fighting, Michael, day 165 sound good? I'm giving you a little time to train. I don't want to beat you that easily. Also bring a bucket for your blood for you to keep as a souvenir. What do you want me to do with your body when I'm done with you? I gotta make these plans right now so I can reserve a cleanup crew.

Good day, Marina. I hope those of you who were of assistance to Sentience last night are recovering well. [It goes without saying that if you need anything, consider her volunteered!]

In the spirit of new beginnings, it is a good time to offer the opportunity for anyone who wishes to clear their conscience. Beginning in a half-hour, we will be taking confessions at the church. Although Confessional is a traditionally Catholic practice, the church is not denominational and anyone should feel welcome to participate if they wish.

For anyone not aware, a confession is given in a booth in which you tell anything you wish to an anonymous priest. Your identity is also protected, and the priest is sworn never to reveal what is said within the confession. [And Lacus will be very angry him if he violates that promise, so you can take that to the bank.] It can be a very cleansing experience.

If you have any other questions about the church, I am happy to answer them. I hope everyone will enjoy the party this evening.

((OOC: Cross (worst priest ever, but still a priest!) will be taking confessions in this thread. Network replies to Lacus or action posts at the church are also welcome!))

[Fenris is still a bit confounded by the communicator and often presses buttons without meaning to. He thinks it's part of the design the way they depress and beep and blink red.

And so the device shows him at the dojo. He's yet to find a way out (or even find this... kiosk- advanced technology is truly baffling), but his restlessness is kicking in and without vast adventures for Hawke to take him on, he has no other outlet for all that pent-up energy.

He tests one of the bamboo swords, swinging it as he would one of his normal gigantic broadswords. The weight and movement is clearly different, but experience has taught him to adjust accordingly. He has nowhere near the power and reach as his preferred weapons of choice, but it would have to make do.

And after a particularly hard swing (Mighty Blow!) against a practice dummy, the bamboo sword breaks. Oops.]

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.))

(( Text reads:
god, i've already been here for two nights and i'm about to rip off my horns in boredom.
what do any of you fleshy creatures DO around here anyway?
the arcade is out of the question since i tried that already and none of it is challenging. ))

[In the morning, residents of Marina will find Ukitake deep in meditation beside the koi pond. He has a slender katana resting across his lap, and his hands are draped lightly over his knees. Sitting perfectly still, he seems almost a statue, save for the faint stirring of his long white hair in concert with the movements of the air.

Later, he can be seen on the network, wearing a contented smile, the same katana sheathed at his side.]

It is always good to see an old friend after a separation. [He leaves unspoken that, for the first time since he arrived in Marina, a part of his soul feels whole again, the shard that was Sogyo no Kotowari no longer missing since the sword was returned to him.]

If there were one thing or person you could ask to be brought to this place, what would you choose?

[Sougo is sitting lazily in his room, poking at a ... voodoo doll? Yes. Perhaps you can see how it miiiight look like Michael, and if not, he's going to mention it anyway.]

Asshole, tell me if you feel something.

[Behind him are some photos that have been taped to his wall. Where did he get them from? He'll never tell. But they sure made for a fun darts session. Unsurprisingly, one is of Michael. Another? Maybe of Suzaku, and another of Helix. They're all of guys he's met here. None of the ladies or kids, oh no — he likes the ladies and kids he's met here. He focuses on those photos again, throwing a dart at each one.]

Eat shit and die. Eat shit and die. Burn to a crisp and die. Eat dicks and die.


((ooc: if you want to assume your character has a photo up there, because they're one of the dudes he's met, go right on ahead. >:3))

[Sougo is giving his best smile.]

Good morning, inmates! I have a very important question for all the ladies, and you have to be honest.

If you had to pick between me and Michael, who would you choose? Doesn't have to be anything specific. A friend, a date, someone you'd want to protect you. Whatever.

We want to know.

[ooc: Links are only there for your reference, haha!!]

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[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.

What. The fuck. Ith thith? WHAT THE FLIPPING FUCK ITH THITH HOOFBEATHT SHIT!?!?

How are any of thethe thingth even conthidered criminal? Are we going to get thome shitty neophyte down here tho we can thtart the traditional and thuperfithial trial? Or can we fucking thkip that and go thraight for the goddamned noothe becauthe I REFUTHE TO BELIEVE THAT I AM THTUCK HERE FOR THE RETHT OF MY FEW REMAINING THWEEPS LEFT! NOT WITH THITH PIETHE OF SHIT THRAPPED ONTO MY HEAD! THOMEONE BETTER GET THITH FUCKING THING OFF OF MY ANKLE TOO!

[ welp. that would be the sound of said ball and chain rattling uselessly. he can't do a thing about it and after a few moments? the sound dies down to groaning and heavy breathing. mood. plummeting. ]

...

Fuck, I gueth that thith really had been thort of inevitable, with thome bulgethucker like me. Way to fucking go, Captor.

[Shit. People were right. Sougo has been free for two days and he already didn't like this whole doing nothing he told himself he would enjoy. Doing things were good for distractions. Being in the police force back in Edo was a good distraction. Fighting people, stopping people, using weapons, all that action were good distractions.

Even though he hated Hijikata, tormenting him was a good distraction. At least Hijikata was someone who was familiar with him, and more than that, Kondo was the one person left he had known since he was a child, and knew him best. Being here meant he was alone. He always felt a distance and that he was different from everyone at home, and being here meant it was even more true. Losing his sister forever was horrible enough, and then he had to be put here afterwards. He didn't feel strong enough for this. She never even got to see the world. He failed her. He is the worst brother. Her death was his fault because of his selfishness. His heart hurts, but he keeps his guard up, just like he always does.

Sougo is at the park, standing by the playground.]

Eeh, I want to play on the playground too. Why won't the kids play with me? Is it because I'm too big?

[Puts a hand on his head, acting like he's distraught. in a deadpan manner.]

Go die in a fire. You guys are no fun.

I think I'm gonna move to Sector 5. Hope my neighbors ain't afraid of a little destruction. I don't know what's gonna happen after I drink too much. Oh, and line up if you're not afraid of some S&M action. Don't be shy. I'll take good care of you, but only if you call me Master.