... not these things again. [ Brief scramble and a little "baroo?" noise, and then running sounds! ]


((ooc: Anyone who wants an action post, she's going to be dead when you find her. :3))

[The bonfire going in Sector 6 is guarded by sentinels, but the area is decorated with orange and blue tents and laid out with good food, many of it toasted or hot. The flames are enchanted and cool, and they get extinguished if they're taken outside the boundaries of the little camp, but there is actually have a rich, spicy alcoholic beverage being served there, so try to have fun with that instead. (No, it will not make you breathe fire.)

[The bleachers and benches here offer the best view of the fireworks just starting to go off as the sky darkens...]


((posted slightly early, but hey, starting Friday we're going to have monsters, SO, if you don't plan to play with the monsters -- or if you do -- have some fun here! post a comment, and then comment amongst yourselves~))

[Anya's flat on her stomach, humming as she fiddles with a crayon. There's several sheets of construction paper in front of her; some already filled with doodles and sketches. Most of them are just incomprehensible scribbles, but Marianne's enjoying herself - and that's all that really matters.]

ooc: anyamar!

I- I've been here for a long time now and I couldn't help but notice...

NOBODY HERE IS A VIRGIN!

Of course Kiosan respects everyone's decision to become an adult, and Kiosan knows that's all personal business... but it's okay to slow down, too!

It's really okay to enjoy life as a kid.

( Creepy video ahoy! )

((ooc: Possible trigger if you are a big fan of dogs. Or animals. Also note no 'puppies' are hurt in the making of this post.))

Good morning inmates. It is the 68th day of the third generation.

Due to the damage suffered yesterday, some sectors will be undergoing repairs and the abilities of the responsible parties will be further restricted. This is the second incident in as many days, and unacceptable. Inmates, if you are unable to restrain yourselves, this system will have to do so for all of you.

... On a lighter note now, a Midsummer Fire Festival will take place today. It is an event meant to celebrate the hottest season, so the facility is decorated accordingly, traditional drink and food available in the kitchen and club, and a bonfire present in Sector 6. The remote units stationed there will handle any interference. Finally, at nightfall a multitude of fireworks will be set off, completing the traditions by igniting the skyline. It is inadvisable for those with the ability to fly to do so at this time.


[[ooc: Sure enough, the prison has been decked out in bright, streaming blue and orange decorations, and flowery wreaths. Some streetlights have been switched into maypoles with colorful ribbons in various locations, and getting to close to one may bring about the desire to dance. A large bonfire has been set up in one of the empty fields in Sector 6, heavily guarded by sentinels that will subdue any that attempt to mess with them or the fire. Enjoy!]]

[Ed's looking- well, slightly annoyed for Ed, pissed off to anyone that doesn't know him - and not really looking straight forward. He took his time to explore and get comfortable with the communicator before attempting to use the damn thing. The idea of alternate worlds and different uses of technology isn't entirely foreign to him, but he's not going to pretend to just be okay with this new development. In fact, he's really not okay with it at all.]

All right, so it wasn't a dream. I get it. I'm a sinner and a criminal, and I deserve to be here. Wherever the hell here is, but if the guy in charge is so flawless - what is he doing capturing little kids?

[Leave it to Ed to forget that he probably would have qualified to be here at the age of ten. The last part is mumbled to himself as he pulls the communicator off again.]

And if it is- it's... another world without alchemy.


[ooc: Okay so. I did intentionally wait to post, because I wanted Ed to have some IC time to inspect the communicator and everything before actually using it, but then my life got really insane for about a week, so my putting it off a day stretched... forever. I'm really sorry about that guys, but he's in now so- hopefully I didn't mess anything up.]

[This.

Is.

Humiliating.

Firstborn of Father, assigned to scrub toilets. To clean up the mess of filthy humans and their waste.

Pride knew better than to simply walk off or avoid working by now, with those guard 'bots' watching over him and the other restrained inmates to keep them in line. Those electric shocks they administered weren't all that damaging to his container, but it rather annoying nonetheless.

At least he managed to get cleaned up last night, and picked up some new clothes to replace those torn and sullied in the battle before arriving here. If there was one thing that was important, it was keeping up his appearance. A rather boring form compared to his true one, but he still had some pride in his container's appearance built up over centuries of maintaining it. It was the container gifted to him by Father after all. Though at the moment his otherwise impeccable outfit was lacking the jacket and had the sleeves rolled up, plus a pink apron over his front and matching handkerchief on his head.

Still, the thought of having to do this routine another day does not sit well with him. Aren't these bots or humans supposed to take care of this kind of menial work? He has better things to do.

For the moment he's going with it, though, scrubbing away with a toilet brush, waiting for his future freedom.]

((OOC: Chain gang work post. Feel free to tag~))

Hey red headed bookworm of a kid. I'm done looking through what you gave me today.

Don't worry. It's all in one piece too. At least you were good for something.



Now just to find out a bit more about that alkahestry shit.

[The video feed turns on to reveal a dark-haired boy with brown eyes looking no older than the age of ten. He's fairly well-dressed, but his clothing is covered in dirt and torn in places and his face is dirty as well. He seems to be standing in the park, as there are some trees behind him.

The boy looks a bit worried by all this, but somehow he's keeping calm throughout his broadcast.]

Um, excuse me...

My name is Selim Bradley, and I'm the son of the Fuhrer King Bradley. I don't know why I've been kidnapped, but I assume it's to blackmail my father.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea. It's probably best if you just let me go before my Father comes after you. But I promise I won't run if you decide to keep me here, so could you take this heavy chain off of my leg, please? It's making it hard to move...

((OOC: WTB BFFs!))