[Eridan puts on his communicator looking absolutely like he's in an awful mood right now -- His horrific nightmares due to lack of sopor slime to sleep in have finally gotten to the point where they keep him repeatedly waking up covered in sweat when he attempts to get some rest. The flat, human beds here were incredibly uncomfortable to the aquatic troll who was used to sleeping in slime and he spent most of his time tossing and turning feeling more like he was Equius every goddamn moment. He had even thought of getting a towel at one point! What has this place made him become...

-- Of course, the very idea that he could just request his recuperacoon to sleep in was so below him! This was a prison, he wasn't about to request anything from Acumen when he was keeping Eridan there in the first place, so fuck that. Fuck that so hard, Eridan wasn't about to take the easy way out.]

Do you land dwellers ever do anything else but complain and whine? Even Acumen doesn't want to listen to it and he's the one keeping us here as prisoners, why the fuck would you think anyone else would want to? With that in mind how about you all just shut the fuck up for once and realize who gives a fuck that Acumen won't talk to any of you now? I wasn't even talking to him in the first place! You're all lucky I don't have my rifleKind on me or I would already be culling most of you insignificant air breathers so there wouldn't be so goddamn many of you!

[... So, who wants to throw Eridan into a recuperacoon?]

Um... excuse me? Does anyone know of someone named Diva? [MOMO might actually look a little nervous...]

You know Acumen does make a very good point.

So what are you willing to give up for your freedom?

[Clearing her throat, Yuuki's voice is soft. It echoes gently on the network, not demanding or even accusatory. Just curious.]

Do you believe that...you should be here? That you, and possibly everyone else, deserves this place as a punishment?

[She has her own definite opinions, just as everyone else. She isn't here tonight to judge others for possibly having different thoughts and beliefs from herself. But-- she wants to know.]

[OOC: You can catch her on her way from the convenience store back to sector 4, or just do audio. ^^]

Conrad? [Private messaging hadn't worked, so...]

Has anyone seen Conrad? He's not on the list, but he isn't answering.

[And he missed their morning run and he didn't even call during the black out to make sure he was all right. That's...very unConrad-y! This is Yuuri's worried face.]

[ the first thing that stands out is his face. he's very, very pale - beautiful even - except it's marred by his cold expression. in contrast, there's an amused lilt to his tone, effectively masking his irritation and annoyance ]

And here I was expecting garlic and crosses. Extra points for location though. Restraint...not so much. But I'm sure the warden will have plenty of time to improve -- as well as plenty of people to practice on.

[ a heavy rustle as he inspects the chain and the basket. conversationally- ] Though it should remember...He that is taken and put into prison or chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.

[ pensive, taut silence and he chuckles. ] Fitting. With that in mind... [ trails off. he's obviously not going to finish that sentence. shifts ]

I probably shouldn't be bothering, but I thought it would be rude to go on unannounced. Seeing as I have enough time on hand, anyone care to introduce themselves?

[[sitting on one of the couches in the shelter! just...chilling...8)]]

Goodbye, my darling! Ahh--!! [Jessica's scream can be heard near and far, but when she opens her eyes the screaming stops abruptly. This...isn't--? She pushes back some hair over her shoulder which turns on the video function. And what's the first thing you'll see?

Well. Does a huge cleavage say anything to you?]

Roger? Oh, Roger, my dearest, where are you? [Bounce bounce bounce while she scurries here and there, looking]

...Oh. [More sullen now that she's taking the time to process the message in front of her, but then her voice becomes sultrier and almost pleading]

Oh, no, no, no. Any time other than now~! At least before I leave Roger you have to let me save my darling honey bunny.

I've been so~ worried about him.

I heard last year for Halloween there was a party. Nice, but not the only way to celebrate this time of year, is it? There's a lack of the innocent creativity that accompanies the current holiday. [Rayflo is smirking just a little.]

I spoke to Acumen and he gave me permission to host a little "game" if you will. As long as I get enough support. The objective? The one with the most candy wins.

So is anyone up for a fun time of "trick-or-treating" this Halloween?

[Raises an index finger.] And don't forget you agreed to help, Axel.

[The view from the communicator shows the fake sky of the dome, as if the owner is laying on their back... or at least the communicator is. There's a groan, and the view abruptly shifts.

The sensation of disintegrating into nothing and then being abruptly reformed is a bit jarring, and it takes Rolo a few moments to adjust. A couple moments more to realize he's still alive somehow, and another to pose the most obvious question to the world.]

...What?

[There's a bit of fumbling with the device, after which the feed is abruptly cut off. It appears he's not quite ready to go public yet.

Though anyone in sector two might be able to come across a somewhat shaky and unsteady "Lelouch" with a ball and chain attached to one leg.]

[Waaaaving to the screen!]

Hello hello!~

I think I've had enough "me" time for a while. Pity it couldn't last forever, hmm?

[Now giggles.]

But I enjoy you all too much to lock myself away for soooo long! Aren't you blessed?

((ooc: Breaking hiatus for a bit while things have calmed down on my end!))

[This was not where he last remembered being. And the chain is not something he remembers either. The basket is useful only for the information it provides that he had not had before. He has no memory of being moved, but his change in location, the addition of the restraint, and the basket implies everything otherwise.]

The warden seems to have made up its mind about my stay here. [deadpan]

Are there others who have been kept?

So many sporting events. Paintball today. Baseball tomorrow...

Even school!

Now what about those who'd rather have something besides these things? Aren't our little desires just as important?~

I suppose it doesn't matter. Getting carried away with being pampered in a prison, my fellow inmates?

[ Close to sunset, Touma was back on the streets, wandering. It's not to clear his head, but rather to fill it. Anything except the inevitable destructive end of this place, or the emptiness left behind in the places that once were filled with... Well, if he knew what was in the burned out recesses of his mind, he wouldn't be moving around so aimlessly.

There was a small limp in his step, but it was still easier to walk than before. Has he always healed this fast? That frog-faced doctor might have known, but even facts about what his own body and his own mind were capable of were now lost to Touma.

He wanted to ask Acumen a question, but he couldn't come to terms with the possibility that he didn't want the answer.

Before it gets too dark, he should really get back into the Shelter. What if those things came back?

He stopped in front of the doors to the movie theater, its bright lights and colorful posters catching his eye. Maybe Asuka was right. Maybe he just needs to find something to do. ]

(( OOC: changed from the arcade to the theater, because it hardly gets used. <3 ))

[ Mischief managed Hospital escape get! His head is feeling (slightly) better, and he is carrying his project under one arm, but a walk (hobble) is needed in order to clear his thoughts.

He's made his way to the convenience store and in the camera's view, there's a cellophane-wrapped pair of yellow cakelike things. ]

Been wonderin' about these for a while... [ He tears the pack open and pulls one out, turning it over and testing its squishiness. ] Huh. Looks kinda like sponge cake. Never seen a sponge cake this yellow...

[ The angle shifts as he puts the communicator on the shelf across from him; it shows Lavi's face -- he's been patched up pretty well, though his few bandages are nothing compared to Kanda's -- and he grins, holding up the cake. ] Salut!

[ Takes a bite! And then makes a series of faces from surprised to horrified to sick before he disappears from view. ]

The hell is this thing?! [ Dramatic gagging noises. ] Think I'm gonna die...


((ooc: Lavi has tried his first Twinkie. Feel free to laugh at him.))

[In a small side room in the athletic center, there's something that looks rather like a Jacuzzi. One couldn't be faulted for mistaking it for such, if it weren't for certain key discrepancies:

• The water in the pool is not clear, but rather sludgy and gross-looking.
  
• There is a human girl kneeling by the side of the pool, one ear underwater, and restrained in place with metal clamps around her neck and head.

The girl is not moving. If you look closely, though, something under the surface is.]

((It's feeding time, so if anyone wants to flip out and make terrible assumptions about what's going on here...! Since I'd rather avoid time paradoxes, I'd rather do only one thread in this post (though multiple people in one thread is fine). FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED.))

They're really gone huh.

Can't say I'm complaining too much. Tch. Fucking asshole.

[Faith is in yo shelter, checking out her wounds. Well, what's left of her wounds from yesterday. Thankfully she's healed a little bit so most of the real ugly stuff has faded to black bruises down her arms and some cuts. It's like the fight with Angelus never happened! Lie]

[A boy sits up, blinking hard at the communicator on his face.]

Where am I? It's like I stumbled into some dumb science-fiction movie...

[He rubs his eyes, and listens for a moment.]

It seems I'm not alone. Well then. Hello everybody~!

[[ooc; AU!Josh from TWEWY.]]

Everyone have fun last night with that repeat performance?~

[He's worried about the monsters from last night, but he wants to help people cheer up, so he'll talk about something happier.]

I think it's time for another baseball game! If that's okay with Suzaku. Everyone who can make it should be at practice today, so we can get ready! And maybe we'll have the game, um, in two or three days? Does that sound good? Oh! Maybe I'll send a letter when it's decided. PM likes mail.

If you're new to the team or if you know someone who left, could you let me know? [Sheepishly rubbing his neck and smiling.] I guess Murata was kind of taking care of the rosters, and now they are a little out-of-date.

Does anyone else want to be the manager of the teams? Maybe someone with nice handwriting?

[He's sitting cross-legged on the grass, poking at the chain ball attached to his ankle. Is it really necessary? It's a tad bit heavy...]

[Lifting a hand, he peers around, trying to make sense of the place he's in. A prison, apparently, but it looks really nice. Exploring would be a good idea, but after he figures out if his companions are here.]

Excuse me? [His voice is polite but cheerful.] Has anyone happened to see a cute girl, a very polite boy, and a rather angry-looking ninja with a fluffy white object on his shoulder, by chance?