[It's busy in the hospital. Bots are puttering around, carrying supplies from room to room, keeping meticulous records for each of the patients, ensuring that all are treated and stable. Changing bandages, adjusting medications. Efficient little guys. They have to be in the wake of an Exorcist battle.]

[If you let them know who you're here to see, the bots calmly will direct you to the appropriate location. It might be a patient room, or the waiting area if treatment is ongoing. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves as you await word.]


((OOC: This is taking place between the evening of and the day following Cross's unfortunate episode and the resulting Noah beatdown. Consider it a mingle-type; people can chat in the waiting rooms or hallways at any point throughout the night or following morning, or they can come see any of the injured Exorcists.

Links to threads for injured parties: Cross || Allen || Lavi))

( 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!]

[Anyone working the DF dispatch right around noon will register an alarm. Someone's vitals are taking a nosedive. But before anyone can call it in, a video feed snaps on.]

( Cut for blood and evidence of torture )

((OOC: There will be one closed action thread for the Order crew and anyone they invite in to help rescue Cross - healers/others can offer their help over the network. Other people who want to show up at the church will find that Komui has blocked the entrances for their protection, but they can thread with Komui or each other. Please note that the church will be closed and off limits until further notice.

Network replies will need threadjacks since Cross is -- uh. Indisposed.))

[It can be heard from a distance: the clang of clashing blades, the telltale sizzle of small explosions, bursts of rushing air that are more felt than heard. Get close enough, and a caped figure flies overhead, an armored knight in pursuit. A ball of fire launches from the blue-skinned man's hands as he hovers above ground, toward the knight who blocks with the flat of her sword and leaps up at her attacker. His sword flashes and there's a clang -- odd, because her hands look to be empty.]

[Feel free to gawk, if you like. What, you've never seen a blonde knight with an invisible sword and a stone-skinned, fire- and lightening-throwing sorcerer battle before?]

[By all appearances, it's a fight to the death, except for two things. First, no matter how strong the attacks seem, neither of them is injured. And second, if you spot either of the combatants in the right moment, you might just catch them smiling.]


((OOC: Saber will be winning the battle if your character wants to react to that, but it should be pretty epic. Tags can come from Zelgadis or Saber, specify if you want one or the other or both! (Ari will be getting to tags tonight or tomorrow.) Please no injuries from the fighting, they'd never let people get caught in the crossfire~ o/ ))

[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.))

[[Open to participants at the end of Round One!]]


[You wake up suddenly, and you're not where you were. But looking around, you find you're in... your own room. Your own bed. It's dark and quiet, late at night, and any friends and roommates you might have are there with you, still sleeping, or just waking up.]

[But something is wrong.]


((OOC: This mingle will function the same as the last mingle. Sentience will make a "prompt" comment for each new development, and then you respond to them and thread amongst each other. In this mingle you start out separated, so you are also welcome to use your communicators to video or voice chat with each other in response to each prompt comment. But you are only capable of speaking to other people who are in this mingle; you cannot hear, speak to, or communicate with anyone who isn't taking part in the event. So don't tag any other action or network posts on the community if you're in the event!))

[Late afternoon in Sector 3, a slightly-built robot, different from the many that wander the facility, has gathered with a few of the inmates in front of the movie theater.]

[They're planning a party, or so they say.]

[...Within an hour they break away and head to an unremarkable, sealed building towards the dome wall of Sector 3. And then Sentience's party disappears inside it and they are not seen or heard from again for the rest of the day.]


((OOC: The first event mingle. Do not respond to the post itself! Sentience will make several comments over the next few hours. Each comment is a separate prompt, describing the action that's just happened and which is happening. Comment to a "prompt" comment to set your character in the mingle, so that other characters can tag you there! If you want to tag Sentience, Sentience will be making comments just like every other character so that you can interact with it directly.))

[Fuschia pink taffeta in yo' face, Marina. The glittery ruffles clear away almost immediately and surprise, Yomi isn't actually wearing it! No, she's in a very reasonable grey sweatsuit and it only took three days of wearing her school uniform.

But she is in the clothing store and a little bewildered by what she's found.]

Is there any real reason to wear this or is Acumen just covering all the fantasy bases? [With an amused quirk of the lips, she sets it back on the rack.] I'm having a bit of trouble deciding if this is the worst prison ever or the best one.

[Today, Billy is in the park, having sequestered himself away from the more populated areas to practice his powers. He doesn't really mind if anyone sees him since he doesn't think it's that big of a deal here but it's easier to concentrate with less people around.

Billy is sitting on the ground, eyes closed with a simple vase in front of him.]

IwantittobeanumbrellaIwantittobeanumbrellaIwantittobeanumbrella...

[He says this over and over again, his distinct blue light of magic glowing around his hands. The blue light goes over the vase, changing it into an simple black umbrella. Billy opens his eyes and keeps on chanting a little bit longer before he stops, the blue light vanishing.

The umbrella immediately turns back to the vase. Billy scowls in frustration, looking like he's just about ready to chuck the vase as hard as he can.]

This place sucks.

[ well, it's a nice day today. all moved in to a big house, which is a -- really, really weird feeling, not gonna lie. he's got a patrol to do, and a lot of cooking to get done before Flynn can think to try, but that's fine. seems like it'll probably be a pretty quiet day.

oh, little does he know.

he'll be over at Brave Vesperia HQ in the afternoon; in the morning, you might find him in his shiny new house in Sector 5, and you can also find him hanging out in the arcade or maybe just idly scouting out the fight club's arena. come one, come all! ]


((ooc: RNG for the kind of bot that catches you with Yuri, but I'm up for anything! He will be cool about it, and a pretty good kisser. ♥))

[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!)

[ today in the park area of sector 4, one can find a certain redheaded witch who is currently figuring out that there's a cap to her magic. and she doesn't like it. ]

What? I can't- But that's not even a big spell!

[ oookay trying something new, then. she tries a barrier-

nope, nosebleed. she stops as her head starts spinning and she falls to the grass below her. ]

Can I not do anything here?

[ determined to figure out if it's ALL of her magic still or just part of it, she tries levitation. oh, well, that works, for all the good it'll do her. she just keeps sitting there, face turned down in what could pass as a sulk. this bites.

eventually, she turns on the voice feed. ] Has anyone else had trouble with their natural powers here? Even after the ball-and-chain thing?

[Someone is not a happy Yomi! Her crimes are bewildering and hurtful and false, she's stuck with a cold, lumbering weight tied to her ankle - and her cell phone is missing. Her gaze darts every which way, back taut with apprehension and every muscle coiled for a blow... not that one lands. Not unless you count the robots bustling around her, trying to ferry her to chores.

It's an illusion. A Category A, or an echoer, or-- or something. She's not going to let it affect her, cutting through the fallacies and the impossibilities, keeping her voice and her head cool.

She only fumbles briefly with the communicator before tapping it on, transmitting.]

Director? Noriyuki? ... It's Yomi. Something's happened, I think I'm caught in some sort of illusion or web. Kagura's gone and so is my weapon.

[When there's no answer, she fidgets with it a little.]

... Director? Takahata? [Yomi's voice takes on a sharp note, cracking like a whip.] SDCD, come in!


((OOC: Preemptive warnings of slowness, am overseas and partly computerless at the moment.))

I'm bored of just sitting around and picking at my feet. I want to do something exciting.

There's a Defense Force around here, right? Sign me up!

And then Monopoly wasn't the only hoarder with a "Go Directly to Jail" card. Good to know.

[This teenage boy looks like he went five rounds with a patch of dirt. And lost. Battered appearance aside, he seems ready to go for a sixth round. The way he's fidgeting is also a dead giveaway of something being up and it also doesn't help that he's in prison. Tommy and prison? That didn't go so well the last time.]

I went through the entire place twice and what did I find? No exit in sight, that's what. Big surprise there. Anyone thinking third time's the charm? 'Cause at this point, I'm willing to try anything. I'll even bring down a building or two if it means grabbing the warden's attention.

[Normally cheeky Tommy isn't in the mood to fool around right now. Which is saying something. With his general dislike of prisons and the aftermath of Doom's attack, he seriously needed out.]

[The communicator turns on to show a young girl with a concerned look on her face as she fiddles with the device for a bit. Once she's sure it's working, she smiles.]

Hello. I’m Rika Furude. It’s very nice to meet everyone. [There’s a slight pause as she considers asking about any of her friends, but she soon dismisses the idea. She can look for them on her own.]

When I first arrived here, I received a message about this fragment being some sort of prison. Is this true? [Her question sounds hopeful, and even though she knows it really is a prison, she still feels like she needs to ask.] This is a very nice city and there is even a library… It isn't what I pictured a prison to look like.

Mii... I was also wondering if there was anything I needed to know about this city. After all, if I’m going to be here for a long time, I should learn as much as I can about it. [She smiles again before she cuts off the feed.]

[The first thing Hisoka does when he wakes is stare around at his surroundings blankly. He's outside in some sort of park, like he last remembers being, but everything is different. Gone are the cherry blossom trees – though there are a few petals covering him and in his hair – and instead of standing next to Tsuzuki, he is sitting on a bench]

W-What..? [He blinks, as if this is a dream and he'll wake if he concentrates, but when his eyes open again he's still here. Hisoka startles slightly at the welcoming message that the communicator decides to flash before his eyes, and then, after a few minutes of careful thinking and staring at the ball and chain around his ankle, starts to press things to try and turn on the... There we go.

A feminine and doll-like face appears in the video feed, vibrant green eyes gazing into it with confusion in their depths] Tsuzuki, you there? What happened? How did I get here? [A frown] I can't teleport back, something's blocking me. And what exactly does this thing mean by prison?

[The first thing she notices is the sharpness of Ba’ul’s absence. It’s with a bit of will that she evens out her mood in response. The communicator is easy enough to figure out, even if she doesn’t particularly enjoy the weight of it.]

Strange. I used to think it was harder to catch me.

[She’s without her spear, too. A mild grimace is there and gone in an instant.]

I suppose while I’m here, I might as well make myself comfortable. [ -- because she won't be here for long. This is what she’s decided. The first opportunity out, she’s taking it.]

Maybe one of you can help me. My shoes are all muddy. [And that’s terrible.]

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[She shifts once in the unfamiliar bed before settling, leaning back a bit against the solid frame behind her that is now a natural thing. This might not be their room, and there might be questions if this bed will hold till morning, but at least this hasn't changed. So she goes to sleep like it's just any other night.

But it isn't the usual peace and rest she gains. Images, voices and events owned by another filter into her unconscious mind, slow at first before flooding in without pause, and her sleeping figure turns restless as she experiences the raw emotions they all bring, in tandem with the boy she dreams of.

His pure-hearted desire to help the helpless and be their shield, their sword. His bright admiration for such a great, kind figure.

His shame and loathing as he hides himself from the ones he protected with everything he had to give. His overwhelming despair at such an ugly betrayal, and an even uglier truth that nearly destroys him.

The torrent of anguish and hopelessness that threatens to drown him makes her feel almost physically ill, if that's even possible in one's mind, but mercifully the chain of memories comes to an abrupt halt there, and she starts awake-- throat and chest constricted, eyes pricking at the corners. It's hard to recall the last time she was close to crying from just emotions. Pressing the covers to her face, she quiets herself as she waits for her breathing to regulate again, praying she won't disturb the one next to her.

With the most personal, private of his thoughts and feelings still reeling in her own, talking to him would be... harder than normal]