[ Lockon had his priorities. The first thing after worrying about where to find food was, of course, clothing. His worn-in 1920's era corduroy slacks and pullover were only getting him so far, and the fact he could find actual tight-fitting blue jeans and t-shirts was like a dream come true. There were some more traditional clothes around, too, in the Eastern style that he was used to seeing but he stayed far away from that section on principle.

The less he thought about winding up back in that city, the better. So far, a lot of people had their complaints and were disoriented, so he avoided the network for the most part -- especially since the one person he expressly recognized from there didn't remember him -- and just decided to make the best of his time here.

About the only thing that bothered him was the tattoo's ink crawling along his skin, tendrils of black poking out from under the sleeves and the collar of his shirt, but he's so used to it by now that he knows he won't have to worry about its presence for several more days. There's so much more to do here; so many more things to see and try. He could get used to this. ]

[ Right now, his back is turned toward the entrance as he sweeps a new cabbie hat onto his head and adjusts it in the mirror, appreciating the one habit to come of the ukiyo that he casually enjoyed: hats. ] Not bad, if I do say so, myself...


((OOC: Because I am an awful person, here is (1) alternate Lockon Stratos / Neil Dylandy, same timeline as the other, but with his eyepatch and memories of Guys and Dolls. Have fun~))

((ETA: Twin violence in the thread with Anew and Lyle, so I guess some warning for that? Also, no new threads please! Kind of overwhelmed as it is.;;))

[There's a young man standing in a hall, hand to his head as though he's trying to keep it from toppling. After a few moments, he straightens up and shakes off whatever it is that's bothering him, or tries to, only to wince in discomfort an instant later. He looks a little banged up, sweat and dirt dried against his skin. Darker marks--blood maybe?--can be seen in a couple of places on his person. He blinks glowing eyes and looks around, shock clear on his features. He doesn't recognize this place.]

Cloud? Cloud?

[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.

He is far from pleased.]

You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.

[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]

But!

[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]

If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥

I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]

((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

[Ranka's gotten the message, the pamphlet and the basket. The snacks and everything in the basket remain untouched for now, and despite receiving the explanation, she's still pretty floored to say the least. After all, it's an underwater prison, and the last thing she knew, she was flying off into space with Brera and Ai-kun. This... clearly wasn't where she expected to end up.

Given a moment or two, she finally reaches up to the headset and turns it to what she hopes is video before taking a breath to speak. Anyone watching will see a rather nervous looking green haired girl.]

Um, excuse me, I know that this is... [She trails off, really unsure of what to say at first.]

What I mean to ask is that if all of this is real, what happens now? Do I just accept this? [The video feed catches her biting her lower lip and a flash of the koi pond in the background.]

Before I do anything, has anyone seen my pet, Ai-kun? He's green and sort of large, and he looks like a giant insect. If anyone finds him, please let me know. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee.

[There's another pause before she adds:] Also, thank you for the basket.

[The feed begins, and anyone who knows Edgar would more than likely to be a bit confused to hear him as this. His tone is polite and formal, but overly so, and cold. Anyone who knows him particularly well (i.e. probably no one here) would recognize that he’s clearly quite angry and upset at something – but keeping it covered somewhat well.]

I have come to understand that we are all being held prisoner here, and many of us under false or at least questionable charges. It has also been said that this place is inescapable, and going to be our collective home for the foreseeable future. Therefore, it only makes sense to work together in this endeavor.

As such, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edgar Figaro. I look forward to working with you all.

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[Since he's restrained, this morning will find him in the dining hall, eating breakfast, likely near the other restrained inmates. He does not look particularly pleased with the situation, but he doesn't seem to be taking it out on anyone at the moment. Care to interrupt him?]

[Alto is walking around various districts, either passing by or intending to stop at a particular place for particular needs. Perhaps headed to work out or grab some food or look for any electronic materials he can take apart and tinker around with (failingly).

That's not the important part, though.

The important part is, he stops by a reflective surface every so often, fixing his hair or applying chapstick or staring at himself from different angles.

He woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, okay, and he feels fugly. Is that a cowlick? Ugh--

Father would scold him if--

And if you happen to catch him a little too late, he'll suddenly get all tsundere and storm away angrily from the reflective surface!]

[Lyle is seated just outside the cafe, working on a cup of coffee. His cigarette is burning out in the ash tray in front of him. He glances over his notes for his class today as Frederick rolls around nearby]

[He's not completely absorbed in what he's doing. He keeps glancing up to see what else is going and make sure the haro hasn't rolled off somewhere]

[After a few minutes, he decides it make an announcement]

[Video]
Hello, Marina. This is Lyle Dylandy, one of the professor at the academy. I wanted to inform anyone who was interested that I'll be teaching the economics class this afternoon. I hope to see you there.

[Action]

[Anyone walking near the dojo will hear the strange sound of... well, what sounds like a rapid-fire machine gun pounding against wood. Chun-Li is expertly balanced on one leg, and the other is striking the training dummy so quickly that it's little more than a blur of motion. After one-hundred lightning fast kicks, she pauses to take a breather. Wisps of her hair are trying to force their way out of her baos, signaling that she's been at this for quite some time. At least the rain is keeping her cool, and it makes footing a bit slick, but that's good for training in its own way.]

[Video]

Phew! The rain feels really nice after all this heat, huh? [She's tired, she's soaking wet, but the grin that has lit up her whole face can only be described as infectious. She's feeling very good after her morning workout.] Does it rain here often?

[ video cuts in on Riku in his room in the shelter, curled up on the edge of a sofa with quite a few books beside him. the light isn't on, but since there are various candles around with a dim glow, he can see--not that being in darkness would scare or hamper his sight, anyway. kid walks around with a blindfold and can see, after all. his knees are bent and his feet stay on the sofa. besides a sweatshirt with a hood, the bottom portion of his face is obscured with a yellow scarf. he doesn't seem bothered by all the clothes he wears. ]

Do any of you live alone, or with the friends you have here? [ he looks at the camera afterwards. he shifts, not really caring if his question sounded personal or childish. ] And if you live alone, do you like it?

[ private: to Roxas ]

Can I talk to you?

[ /private ]

[It's a virtual haro-fest over in the park! Anew told a couple of people she'd be around with them, and so here she is. She has Thomas, her blue haro, Frederick who is Lyle's green one, and even Lacus' Pink -- although he's smaller than the rest, baseball sized, while the others are more like a basketball and literally if Neil's orange Haro were to join them!]

[She realizes she should let people know she's here, so a video feed kicks on, showing Anew sitting on a blanket and the three haros bouncing like huge colored popcorn.]

Haro! Haro! Tag! Play, play! Friends! Visit! [ain't they cute?]

Anyone who was interested in visiting with the haros, we have a nice spot in the park. They like playing tag, if you're interested. [short and sweet.]

[...and she might be hoping that a few people who talked to her about standing up for herself might remember her and come, too. She needs all the help she can get.]

[Karen's at the beach this morning, sitting in the sand and taking in the sunlight (artificial though it might be). Beaches were a little hard to come by in Tokyo so she's taking the opportunity now while she has it.

She's building a sandcastle, or rather, she's piling sand into a loose geometric structure, all the while enjoying the feeling of sand slipping through her fingers.]

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[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?

[Revive is doing something very important. He is finally moving out! He has packed all of his belongings (which are cumbersome to take all in one trip, but he doesn't want make more than one) and is marching across the dome to the apartment that he had claimed as his.

It was a combination of Hiling and Nena's behavior, plus the return of Ribbons Almark that had him finally pushed to him strike out on his own, at least for living situation. So he is heading from Sector 3 to the apartment that he has picked out in Sector 2.

Not long after he arrives...]

[VIDEO]

Hiling. There's something important that I need to talk to you about.

[ooc: Video is closed to Hiling. Feel free to bother him as he is in the process of moving.]

Oh.







Shit.

[ look at this cute little guy, tinkering his way to your eyeballs with his newly-acquired, newly-fangled doo-hickey. he clearly has no fucking idea what he's doing or that you can even see him and his elaborate flail routine. all this muttering that you may think is addressed to you is actually addressed to himself. and the more and more he talks, the more and more you get the feeling that he's about to implode out of nerves. ]

This is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is shit. I've never gone prison-bad, I don't suit prison, look at my face, not even really fancy ones like this, I can't keep hold of the soap at the best of times, how can A-cumin expect me to deal with this and this stupid ball and its stupid chain friend.

Man. Sis'd be so disappointed in me.

[ Scene 1 : Open to All]

It's a toy shop that you're in, now. Nothing remarkable about it, save for the utter mess of toys at your feet. Despite the young age of the boy kneeling on the floor, putting something together, the playthings are far from simple. They are action figures and scale models of what would likely be giant robots, if the comparable size to the small vehicles at their feet is any indicator.

The brown-haired boy notices you after a moment and grins wide, blue eyes glimmering with excitement as he pads over. "Hi! Are you here to play, too?" He grabs your hand and plants a red transformable fighter in it. "That's cool, but you have to be the bad guys!" Because the green model he's holding is clearly the hero.

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[Scene 2 : Semi-Open]

( It's raining. )

(ooc: "Death-buddies" only for the second scene. Existing CR who were taken from as close to dead as they could get by with Marina's rules, or who have since learned they were close to death.

ETA: I might only be tagging one scene at a time because, as you can see, the moods are drastically different. ^^; So please don't be upset if you see tags happening in one thread but not yours!

ETA2: As of 5/28, no more new threads please. I feel rather stretched by what I have, and I am going to have enough trouble working with what I have. Thank you for your understanding!)

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

[Alto's on his way to the shelter's computer lab, rather excited but definitely trying not to show it. It's- it's definitely not like he's enjoying it or anything! But the idea of getting to learn more about flight suits and "mobile suits" just fascinates him.

And maybe if he can play his cards right, he can get a flightsuit here, too. Nothing fancy, just something he can cruise around in.

He passes by several shops, occasionally stopping by to window shop for a bit.

Yeah, his facial expressions are probably ranging from really from serious to curious to kind of happy. He's having a mental conversation with himself!]

[Rarity is BEAMING. Clearly, something amazing has happened.]

I had something more formal planned, but I'm so excited I just can't contain it! I have finally crafted my first dress for humans! It took a lot of research, and I know how simple it is, but I think it's a perfect contrast to our surroundings!

[Steps aside, revealing a red dress on a dress form.]

I call it "Fire Flowers Under Waves".