[The message she received was all too strange. Is this a dream? Though she’s not entirely surprised she’s been caught and sent to prison. After everything she’s done… she’s technically a criminal right? She should accept her fate…

What she doesn’t notice are her restraints, or rather she underestimates them, causing her trip and her device to fall off and flip on. Her face shows an expression of slight pain, but she easily shakes it off as she stands up, picking her device up with her. Noticing it’s on, she does her best to force a smile. It looks genuine, but to anyone who knows her well enough, it’s easy to tell there’s a fake attribute to it.]

Ah, good morning everyone! I understand I have been brought here due to the crimes I’ve committed, but it seems we’re still allowed to communicate with one another, am I correct? I’m honestly so glad! [And that part is genuine. She rather doesn’t like being lonely.]

My name is Estellise, and it would be a pleasure to make all of your acquaintance. [Then a pause as she looks thoughtful…] Is there a library here or at least a place that sells books? If anyone could tell me, I would be so grateful!

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

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((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[Buffy can't sleep and all of this togetherness has been driving her nuts so she's in the dojo "working out". What she's really doing is bopping around to this song turned up loud enough to almost cover up the sound of her own loud singing. She probably looks fairly hilarious, swinging her hair around in what's typically known as the hair porn move--Miss Swift's signature move. Interrupt her, laugh at her, mock her taste, tell her to turn that damn music down]

[ You can hear the sound of rustling and rummaging around. Finally, Toph decides to express her displeasure to the network. ]

I don't see why everything had to be cleaned. It was fine just like it was! Now I can't find anything.

[Jane had never believed in luck before, but she couldn't help but feel that someone or something was desperately trying to prove her wrong. She wasn't a fan of the ball and chain either, and alternating between trying to carry the iron ball and dragging it with her shackled ankle all day was wearing on her. Just a little, she told herself. Sure, she wasn't very strong to begin with, and she was already at the point of needing to stop for a moment every once in a while for the sake of her aching muscles, but she still forced a pout to her face.]

Man~! I just know that this stupid thing is going to give me a bruise...

[Jane shrugged in the most dramatic way she could manage. This was her way of coping, apparently.]

[So they're being herded into the Shelter, no getting around that. But just when you get "more" access to your limited freedom, it gets cut down even further. But at least the ball and chain are gone. That's the good thing... if only Shaun hadn't disappeared too. It's unnerving and also kind of lonely.

Solo. She can do this. Nothing new.

With really only three possessions, she's taking a tour around the Shelter to map out the place a little. Her headphones around her neck (because she hasn't rigged the device to play her music for her just yet,) singing out her playlist at max volume, she's got her laptop under one arm and her snowboard under the other. Totally normal--annnnd she's watching where she swings it... most of the time.

Feel free to run into her in the kitchen or common room, or anywhere in between as she tries to open a package of twinkies with her front teeth.]


[Later: voice/video]

I kinda guessed there wasn't going to be any sort of internet here, but it's still a strange disconnect. No cute kitten videos, no news updates.

[Total disconnect from a world she used to live in, the information she used to soak up... well, she's managed before.] I gotta find a movie to watch...

Oh, and hey Yuta! I uh, [here-- shaky camera work, she turns it to her snowboard propped against the wall of her chosen Shelter room] got my board!

Kinda bad timing though, yeah? I'll show you how to board though when we get out, like I promised. [and camera off!]

[ For Mikado, the boy has spent the past hours doing a number of things.

1. Promptly freaking out, ripping the thing off of his face, and trying to find something familiar in the place he woke up in. This has failed.

2. Belatedly noticing that there was a... welcome basket? Okay... near him. This had a pamphlet in it.

3. ...Upon further notice, this pamphlet seems crazy. Or some kind of fiction. It's not as if-- This caused him to stare out the dome windows. He was really under the ocean, wasn't he? Ah.... Oh. O-okay. Sure. Why...not....

4. Looking over the brochure more carefully. Britannian? Now that… wasn’t something he knew. And this was supposed to be written in it? Cue angling the paper and squinting to see if anything changed.

5. …Oh. A communicator. That was the thing he ripped off. Hm. Let’s see….

He plays with the setting for a moment, adjusting to the controls. When he’s done, it connects, the sight of a younger, somewhat nervous boy appearing. Surprisingly, though, there’s a bit of excitement tucked at the edges of his eyes. ]

Ah, I… I’d like to thank to people who made the brochure. It was, um…. [ A lot to take in. Still debating the fact or fiction of some of it. ] Helpful.

[ He gives a quick smile, then it fades from nerves. ] Uh, so. Once we’re here. What are we supposed to do now?

[The feed shows Oz, just sitting there in what looks like the cafeteria. Nothing spectacular or overtly interesting to see here really except that his hair happens to be extra red today. Of course those who know Oz know that his hair can change color from day to day depending on how motivated he is to do it. Let's just say someone got a hold of some cherry kool-aid mix. Anyway, it's just Oz.]

Anyone interested in meditation classes? [Yep, that's all he has to say with one curiously arched brow. Nothing more and not exciting or interesting at all.]

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have experience with alternate realities, transdimensional displacement, and pandimensional travel? I've been there and done that on all accounts, but I'm curious to know how much of a common denominator that is within the prisoner population.

[ tampering with time and other realities is, after all, one of his listed crimes. angel is also not an expert on the scientific how to of dimensional go betweening. he's just regurgitating things fred said that were committed to memory a long time ago. the mystical and supernatural end of that spectrum is more where his expertise lies.

and later in the day, angel can be found in the training hall, going through some tai chi forms. ]

[At first, it's not a very impressive broadcast - at least it's quiet, though, so no one will be woken up. The camera shakes and jiggles as though being held loosely in a hand, then finally settles on a view of a rather plain shelter room. Someone has obviously forgotten to turn off the video function after talking to somebody, then taken their communicator off and set it aside.

So, an empty, undecorated shelter room - or is it empty? No, after a moment, a rabbit with mottled fur hops into frame. He stands up on his haunches and sniffs the air; then, for those who have stuck around this long, the show really begins.

He starts leaping into the air and twisting in half-circles, for no apparent reason other than an excess of either happiness or energy. Every now and then he'll stop to sniff at something or dig in the rug, but then he starts jumping again, always turning sharply in the air before landing.

Until - ah! Now he's noticed the communicator. He hops up onto the bed, and the screen is immediately full of twitching rabbit nose. Someone's headset is going to get very badly chewed if he doesn't return soon.]

[Rogue is standing in the kitchen again. This time she's mixing things up in a bowl. She looks happy again.]

Since it's so cold out, I thought maybe I'd do breakfast again. I got cheese grits, bacon and warm cornbread today. There's also hot cider 'cause there's not a better way to start out a snowy day far as I'm concerned. There's plenty for everybody and don't be scared of the grits. They're good. There's coffee if you don't want the hot cider too.

[ finally, he's free of that ball and chain. another day and he might've seriously hurt himself trying to get the thing off. he stretches, relishing in the feel of not being weighed down by that damned thing. ]

That's more like it. Which way's the fridge?

[Oz is sitting on the sand on the beach in Sector 4 watching the faux sunrise. His legs are crossed, his hands rested on his knees and his eyes closed in full meditation pose. He looks completely relaxed and calm... maybe even at peace. Any onlooker might be able to see a slight sway to him even, moving with the sound of the water as if it and he are one entity.

Feel free to come across him and interrupt him if you like.]

[In the late afternoon, Erik strolls along the beach, free of his ball and chain. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, and floats the bottle caps he took from drinks at the club around him. It's almost relaxing, and not a very strong use of his powers, so he makes them rotate faster and faster. He considers flinging one at the dome… but that probably would either do nothing or be a very bad idea.]

[So, he sends them whizzing ahead of him into the sand and pulls them back, playing target practice with imaginary enemies.]

[Bother him?]

-static-

No. Unacceptable. I can't be here. There's no way someone actually tried me, and under whose authority, anyway?

What th'... chains?

You've got to be kidding.

[Action]

[Buffy is in the ice rink, gliding across the ice on a pair of skates. She's got the music from Swan Lake playing over the speakers and she looks contented, relaxed and absorbed in thought. She is all of those things. Having Angel show up has thrown her for a contemplative loop. The ice is always a good place for her to sort things out. Not that she expects to sort any of these feelings out today on the ice or anywhere else. She's been sorting feelings for Angel out for years. Come join her, interrupt her thoughts or just watch for a little while.]

[Voice]

I'm surprised we've got an ice rink but I guess frozen water isn't that much of a stretch when we're however many miles below unfrozen water. [She's terribly sharp today.] I guess I just didn't realize that many people had Dorthy Hamil fantasies.

[Naoto looks considerably confused, all things considered. One hand is on her hat, tugging it down into place, adding to her boyish image, and she frowns a little. the date is wrong. she's fairly certain the date is wrong, but-- she'll ask. it's all she can do, at the moment.]

Is it really the 135th day? [her voice is a little uncertain, but her tone is still crisp and businesslike. she cuts the feed, not quite sure how to phrase any other questions she has.]

...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?

[Rose is sitting on a park bench in Sector 4. She's got a big cardboard tray filled with chips next to her and she's poking at them with a bit of a puzzled look on her face.]

Anyone ever notice the chips are a bit off? Not by a lot. Just...somethin' missin' besides bein' wrapped in yesterdays post.