[The man looks into the communicator, and then stares down at the basket in front of him.]

A welcome basket, hm? I suppose I should be thankful. The pamphlet was helpful, at least.

[Still…]

I have some questions about this 'Acumen'. First… what is an artificial intelligence?

[Computers, they do not make sense.]

Secondly, how is it able to 'replace' people, and what makes it think that it knows better than us? Sometimes crimes are needed in order to do the right thing.

[… Hm. Okay, well, this question doesn't have to do with Acumen.]

Third… is there a Charles Xavier here?

[He's not even going to go into how insulting it is to have this iron ball around his leg. Metal. Around his leg. That he can't do something about.]

...bottom of the ocean. Again. Wonderful.

[ not the first time he's been down to the bottom, thanks to the fledgling initiative during world war ii. it is, however, the first time someone's tossed him down this far with the intents of holding him here for the crimes he's committed. he won't contest that he's deserving of this, given all he did during his soulless years, but the timing couldn't be worse. ]

You know, I really don't have time for this. Thanks, but no thanks for the accommodations. Bring down your hammer of justice another time. I've got more important things to do than indulge some Holier Than Thou on a quest for reparation. Been there, done that.

[ -- HOLD ON A SECOND. ]

Eloquois Ocean. What dimension is this?

[It's well past midnight when Axel wakes up and realizes that he just can't go back to sleep. So, feeling restless, he pushes himself out of bed and teleports out, appearing at the top of the clocktower.

As usual, he sits out on the edge, pjs and all, and just stares out at the dome.]

[It's BASEBALL DAY!

The artificial sun is shining. The birds are singing—okay, there aren't any birds, but if there were, they would be singing. And Marina is treated to a very late start to the baseball season. Everyone is welcome to watch and treat themselves to some of the snacks provided: soda, water, hot dogs, chips, cracker jacks, and pretzels!

Yuuri lost track of the fact their announcer was gone, so it is a quiet game this time. Well, almost quiet. There is a fifteen minute debate about an out of Touma's that looks like a home run until the ball ricochets right into an outfielder's glove. With teams like this you never know what can happen.

In the end it is the Purple Dragons who come out victoriously in a landslide defeat of the Flying Knights.]

( OOC )

[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

[Inara is setting up a station of sorts in the spa with make up and hair care. She's dressed in a loose sort of flowing caftan thing that leaves her shoulders bare.]

I'm aware that prom is tonight and I'd like to extend my make up and hair experience to those of you who will be attending the prom. I'm at the spa and will be here until an hour or so before prom. If you'll bring your dress, I'll be happy to coordinate your make up and hair for you.

[Private]

I'm looking for someone named Yuta. I believe you spoke to a friend of mine named Malcolm Reynolds.

[ The days have passed rather quickly for Nathan as he made his adjustment to Marina. After his stunt on the building his first day, he's settled down quite a lot. Sure, there's been a few people he's spoken to, but Nathan isn't used to having this much technology at his disposal. This isn't like Twitter or any of those things he has to punch into his crap mobile. It's time to do something. ]

Alright, can we get off the prom wank?

Who wants ta go mansion-hunting with me?



[ Private : Filtered to Miwako ]

[ He licks his hands and checks his reflection quickly in the reflective surface of a nearby shop, mussing his hair to something a little more presentable before turning the private setting on the feed. Hello, Miss Sex Crime. You're going to the prom with me! Chicks dig confidence, right? ]

Hey Miwako, didja get that iPod off Acu-manners?

[ Dammit, Nathan. ]

Everyone's talking about this prom, and there's a lot of Asking People Out going on.

So happy for you.

[Look at the disgusted look on his face. No he is not reeking of jealousy, what do you mean.]

Proms are overrated. I'll only be going for Host Club reasons.

{ The face that appears is both unhappy and confused. }

So what's the deal with this place? Is this your idea of some kind of sick joke or something?

{ This is the opposite of okay with her. }

Look, if this is some way to… stop me from telling the world what we really are, it's not going to work. It's too late. You know who I am, right? That you can't stop me from finally telling the world who I am? Or in general, for that matter?

{ Just in case you don't, witness a setting down of the device, and Claire climbing something high, jumping off, and not dying. She's bloodied, and picks up the device again, but she's healing in the process and it's visible. ... Slower than what she's used to, though. Way slower. But still happening. }

I'm Claire Bennet. And that was attempt number… I don't even know anymore. I've lost count. Now tell me who you are, what you want, and how to get out of here. Let me go.

{ And... she's still healing. }

Why isn't it working like it usually does? What did you do to me? Somebody tell me what's going on.