Alright, you lovely ladies! [ and Judith especially if she's listening ] Who's going to be my date for the movies tonight? I'm in the mood for a flick.

I thought idle hands made the devil's work, and since I've been idle for so long I though I had better do something before they get me in trouble.

Apparently all my roads lead, without fail, back to coffee. I should just embrace the stuff, so I will be working a bit at the new shop. Danielle's shop.

So yes. I'll be seeing more of people, and if there are coffee-enthusiasts among us - or tea, or just generally anything, I think - then I'm Lenalee, and you might be seeing me and trusting me with your drinks for a little while. I'm well practiced. I'm promising this.

[filtered to Order, minus bwother deawest]

I'm not sure how time goes in this place, but if Kanda's had his birthday then Komui's should be soon. What day should I choose? Whenever, I'd think. Tomorrow, really. I don't think it really matters so long as it exists, and I'm sure he'd like it if you came to see him that day. Whatever day.

If a "year" really passes so quickly, I expect we'll be celebrating this in another couple of months. Still, it's all sentiment when it comes down to it.

[when the feed opens up, you won't immediately see the speaker-- just a map of the dome, with a new locaton circled in green highlighter.]

Acumen gave me a coffee shop. It's here. [a chewed nail taps the highlighter circle.]

If you like coffee, you should come. I make good stuff. Open to everyone. Ponies and other animals, too.

If you guys can have coffee.




[[ooc: there is a mingling post here, so feel free to head over there for coffee! dani will field any questions, give blank looks to sizes that aren't small/medium/large, and enjoy good coffee. tags will be slow for awhile, going to the beach!]]

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))

Oh man, this is rich! They're not even going to hold me for a full day! How ridiculous is that, hmmm? Seems pretty silly to even bother with something like getting someone to break you free if you can get it done legitimately in a matter of hours.....

[Kisame is laughing with the absurdity of his announcement, grin broad and sharp, one hand folded casually behind his head as he walks outside. He's obviously a free man, from his steady gait and the complete absence of the rhythmic rasping screech of his weight being dragged along the ground. Yes, he heard the day announcement--and yes, he does think that advertising something like that is pretty stupid, given their locale. Really, people? Advertising your rebellion where the warden can see it along with the rest of the world? Really?]

So..... now that I get free run of the big prison instead of being babysat all day, what's there to do around this place?

[Private to Itachi]

[Kisame is still grinning as he changes the feed to private, though his jaunty expression mellows some, warming and quieting until the lively energy and humor is subdued into mere pleasure and high spirits. Business is business, after all--and Itachi has never really been an excitable person.]

It looks like we won't have to wait any longer for me to be useful again, Itachi-san. I'm ready and available to rendezvous as soon as you have the opportunity.

[Schuldig woke up to some very good news. When his restraint was removed, he got something back that he had thought was gone. He can hear other people's thoughts again!

HE'S BACK, BABY!

Lucky Acumen that he doesn't have to come and yell at him over his telepathy. His mood much improved and even though its muted, he can still hear others people's thoughts, so he is out and about with his first day exploring. He needs to find learn where everything is as well as see if there is anyone here that he can find some amusement with. There had certainly been a few from yesterday who might be interesting.]

[ooc: Schuldig can be found just about anywhere. Want him to bother yours for some odd reason? Just let me know]

[What with the new arrivals, Kohran is not missing this chance to rope people in for a special little project~ She is currently at one of the classrooms in the Education Center armed with her notebook and opens the feed. Have a cheerful face and voice greet you today~]

Good morning everyone!

I've noticed that Marina has some talented singers and musicians, and I was thinking we can hold a little talent show! With so many people coming from different worlds, I feel that there's a big talent pool here, and it'll be an opportunity to share something from your world and have fun at the same time!

So! Would anyone be interested in participating or do you know someone who might want to participate?



(( OOC: Come sign up! THREADJACKS ARE MOST WELCOME so you can make fun of your friends FOR FRIENDLY ENABLING! ))

[You may have missed the first day because of oversleeping, but if you do today you might regret it.

Itachi will be testing your skills today. Don't worry, he'll go easy on you all for the first day.

Possibly.

Today will be a short class, he thinks.]

{OOC: No "before" class today, only First Part, Second Part and After! There will be threads to tag into.}

Why - why would Acumen arrest a ghost? I don't think it makes much sense...Ghosts should be able to move on, right? I don't think it's fair to keep one here with m-me - with people. [does she sound a bit stressed?]

I really, really, really hope Acumen doesn't arrest any more...That would be the worst.

[Anyone who passes through Sector 1 will see Sakura slowly inching along the way. She's just left the headquarters and she's on her way home. It's dark and she looks more than unhappy being outside. In fact, she even has her wand out - just in case.]

[ooc: there is a 99.99% chance that Sakura will flail and accidentally hit you with her wand if you sneak up on her in the dark. She's had a traumatic day okay]

You've all heard the news by now, haven't you? Our precious arena is finally complete! [Their mood has been brightened substantially with this knowledge, and they're leering expectantly into the video.]

This means the Fight Club will be starting so very soon... You all do have your paperwork filled out, hm? Maybe if you bribe us, we'll let you in, anyway! Really, we can't think of what else we'd need to say, so! Questions? Concerns? Anymore contenders?

((OOC: Thanks to our lovely Ava-mun, we now have a Fight Club Rules and Sign Ups! page!))

[Hello, Marina. Here's a familiar face! Only...not so much. This time around, GIR appears on the screen with red eyes and he seems to be a little more than peeved about being here.

There's a moment of silence before one eyes twitches and he attempts to hack into his communicator, wires popping out of his head to pick at it and try to broadcast to as many other communicators as he can. Of course that's not necessary, but he's doing it anyway.]

WE MEET AGAIN, ACUMEN. Your accusations are stupid! Your facility is STUPID!

YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE MISSION AND MUST BE TERMINATED.

[If you're a little ways away from the library, you should be able to see GIR seething as he starts to approach it. But be careful if you choose to approach him]

To the indigenous life of Marina Asylum: YOUR BRAINS WILL BE MINE. SLEEP IN FEAR. SLEEP IN FEAAAR!

( OOC Note~ )

[cheery face pops up on the feed~! It can be seen that she's moving, as the background slowly moves~]

Ne, ne, everyone! Heeey!

I just met a new person, and she has this REALLY heavy ball and chain with her! It's so heavy, that when she drags it with her, it makes this really loud screeeeeching sound!

So, um! Can someone help take it off of her? [derp. Yui still doesn't know her name yet.]

[The video lurches sickeningly as its wearer nearly falls over, just barely righting itself at the last moment. A quiet groan sounds, as the man in question toys with his communicator, trying to get it back on. Sadly, his beret is in the way and with the killer headache he suddenly has, the communicator ends up rather crooked. But at least his face is visible now -- even if it looks like Komui has had a very rough morning.]

Nngh, what’s going on? I think... need some coffee.

[A few more unstable steps and he comes to a door, which swings open to reveal -- an empty room.]

[That gets his adrenaline going.] Hey! What happened to my lab?!

[Since earlier in the day he's taken up post next to the Koi pond, sleeves of his white button down rolled up (one side noticeably sloppier than the other) and a bit damp. He's leisurely tossing bits of torn up bread across the pond, luring out the Koi to see which have grown. And if that fat white one was still around. (Biggest in the pond by his last survey.)

When he spots it he leans forward, freezing over the water and watching...

Waiting...

Aha? ... Grabbed a red one instead. He tosses it back after looking it over (and possibly weighing it between his hands) and resumes his position pond-side.

He'll get you, fish. He will.]

[The post starts in silence, with little but the roar of the sea and cries of the gulls to fill it; after a moment, Kisame lets out a noise somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a monster yawn.]

I've never seen a prison with a beach or brochures before.... This is a really nice place you've all got, here. Very welcoming. The basket is a nice touch, though I can't say much for the choice of accessories we're welcomed with..... No accounting for taste, I guess. Ugh.

[A grinding, scraping noise punctuates his comment--likely the sound of a ball-and-chain being dragged through sand or mud. A ridiculously heavy one to hear it, if the weight can be properly conveyed through sound alone. A moment of contemplative silence, and he chuckles.]

Is this really all there is to it? Living in isolation with full amenities until we die of natural causes or whatever? Or do the torture and interrogation come in later? Not that I'm complaining or anything, haha, I just mean this seems more like....well, more like deportation than imprisonment, I guess. Or something. I don't know. I was expecting something a lot more painful and uncomfortable than this, I'll admit. Prison usually isn't a very pretty or pleasant place. I do like the scenery so far though, I'll admit.

......So, uh, listen. My name is Hoshigaki Kisame. If anyone who knows my name is in here, please contact me. And if.... if anybody knows if Uchiha Itachi is around here, that'd also be really helpful, I'd appreciate it a lo--ghhk!

[There's the sound of splashing water, and Kisame splutters indignantly, the high chattering laugh of a dolphin easily heard in the background.]

Why don't you come back here and say that to my face, jerk? Hey--!

[A much louder splash follows; Kisame splutters and coughs again, and a series of splashes and the heavy rasping groan of his weight dragging along behind him follows before he cuts the post short; it seems he's going in after his mischievous new friend, though not without his share of difficulty. At least from the sound of his laughter, it seems more like he's had his pride ruffled than actually been upset by the interruption.]

[ He's silent for a moment. This new memory -- no, it couldn't be a memory, but -- well, it came out of nowhere. Except that wasn't true, either. It came from somewhere in his brain, which meant either it was a real memory or a hallucination. A bad reaction from the stimulation, maybe made worse because of the vicodin? ]

Stop the carousel, Chase. Ate too much cotton candy and now it's time for little Timmy to get off and vomit.

[ And nothing happens. He's still hallucinating. Mmkay. ]

Hey. Moron. It's not working, as in, time to stop.

[ Inspecting the weird digital S&M mask he came equipped with now, as he continues to ramble in not so much a nervous way, but in order to walk himself through this bizarre occurrence of sci-fi and crime drama. ]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Under the ocean minus the reggae and sexy redhead mermaid. Sounds like the opposite of fun. [ another brief pause, as he grunts and fails at trying to get up ] And where the hell is my cane?

[ Greed’s bar seems to have been awarded its first bum, if looks can be anything to go by. The man drifts by the entrance, casually looking it up and down, his hands stuffed deep inside of his hoodie. His head is covered by a knit beanie, the only evidence of his face just a tuft of stubble. ]

[ A voice breaks through the Marina main broadcasting feed, casual even if his lips are hinting at a smirk ]

So what time does Happy Hour begin on induction day? I feel like there’s a missed opportunity for the proprietor here.

[ There's two reasons for being her: One, he needs a stiff drink, and besides this bar there is another club where there's something wholly unhuman serving the liquor. Two, a bar is a decent social scene. Perhaps he can get some answers as to what is going on and, this early, it's less likely that people are drunk quite yet. Maybe. God, is this place for real? He's been in some very strange situations before, but this definitely takes the cake. If he was ready to be thrown into prison before, this has shaken his views a little. ]

And yeah, that was an invitation for anyone else wanting to get an early start. Or for anyone wanting to come actually tend the bar. Much appreciated.

(( OOC: If your character recognizes Nick, please refrain from telling him Maya is still here. Edgeworth is ok because I don't think he'd be so discouraged from drinking if he found his former rival was out there. He got up a little later than Maya's broadcast - maybe you did as well? PS, he could be at the club if you'd rather be there. ))

[The video flickers on to reveal Sebastian bending over and placing something on a long table. Once he's standing it is easy to see that the table is nearly completely filled with foods of all different types, both fancy and common. His attention is focused on both the camera and some place that's out of the camera's view - he takes his attention from that for a moment, though to address the camera with a smile.]

Good morning, everyone. How are you all? You will have to forgive my interruption to your day, especially to those newcomers who are most certainly distressed at their current situation. I do hope you all will grow accustomed quickly and find comfort in knowing that this is hardly the worst place you could find yourself. Perhaps you will find some comfort in what I am about to say.

[He moves the camera a little so that the focus is more on the food than himself, though he's still visible in the corner of the shot.]

I would like to invite anyone who has yet to eat their morning meal to the Phantomhive mansion in sector five. It seems that Young Master has taken his leave from the prison and so I have made too much food to simply allow it to go to waste. This isn't only for the people who have only arrived today, of course; those who have been here for a longer period of time are most certainly welcome as well. There should be enough food here for everyone who decided to join me.

((OOC: Might be a little slow since I'm doing this from my phone, but I really wanted to put this up.))

[The feed opens on a clean, lonely cot in the abandoned clinic, the once white sheets now a faded gray, but still stark in comparison to the dark figure huddled in the middle of the cot. His name is Ritsuka, though he doesn't know if he should even be calling himself that anymore. His face is far too young to wear this expression: his brow knotted with worry, exhaustion hollowing his dark purple eyes. He sits with his knees drawn up to his chest, his bandaged hands hugging his shins along with a sleek black tail. Two cat ears lie almost flat against his black hair, all the more bizarre for his additional set of very human ears. The contents of the welcome basket are strewn about him, jelly beans dotting the sheets with little buttons of color, and the pamphlet lying in a wrinkly mess at his feet.

He glances at the communicator and turns his face away once more, his cheeks flushing with color as he frowns very hard at his knees. It's taken him a while to get enough courage to turn on the communicator, and he will not ruin it all by crying now.

He breathes deeply through his nose and speaks in a voice trembling with forced calm.]

If anyone's there, can you tell me where I can find a place to stay?

[The feed clicks on rather suddenly, on a close up of fabric.]

- loads of new people, of course. I do hope some of them are fashionable; I'm dying for some more clients, you know.

[Rarity steps back from the dress form, showing her latest creation on the form.]

Hm... I'm not used to working with such dark fabric, but I do think it looks nice.