Ummmm...if this is the midsummer festival, that means it's almost July here, right? So do we have any plans for Suzaku and Shirley's birthdays? They're close, so we could combine them, but it might be harder to keep everything a secret if we let them work on parts for each other.

Is there anyone else you can think of who would like to help us or who we should invite?



((ooc note: backdated to sometime before lunch; open to action tags from housemates if preferred~))

Surely you know by now what I'm about to do.

[ Giggles ]

Ready for this boys and girls? I promise it's just a little different from the norm.

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Your crush. Significant other. Whatever it is you wish to refer to them as...

[ Should you guys be worried? ]

How did you establish it's them you wanted? What drew you to them in the first place? Do you think it can last?

[ Not as much as usual, it seems. ]

Sorry, though. I have nothing to add for personal experiences.~

[Ed's looking- well, slightly annoyed for Ed, pissed off to anyone that doesn't know him - and not really looking straight forward. He took his time to explore and get comfortable with the communicator before attempting to use the damn thing. The idea of alternate worlds and different uses of technology isn't entirely foreign to him, but he's not going to pretend to just be okay with this new development. In fact, he's really not okay with it at all.]

All right, so it wasn't a dream. I get it. I'm a sinner and a criminal, and I deserve to be here. Wherever the hell here is, but if the guy in charge is so flawless - what is he doing capturing little kids?

[Leave it to Ed to forget that he probably would have qualified to be here at the age of ten. The last part is mumbled to himself as he pulls the communicator off again.]

And if it is- it's... another world without alchemy.


[ooc: Okay so. I did intentionally wait to post, because I wanted Ed to have some IC time to inspect the communicator and everything before actually using it, but then my life got really insane for about a week, so my putting it off a day stretched... forever. I'm really sorry about that guys, but he's in now so- hopefully I didn't mess anything up.]

Inmates old and new:

Have you found Marina Asylum's current criminal detention and rehabilitation program to be effective?

Or somewhat erroneous and obsolete?

I'd like to pose a question to the rest of the prison: who here has the ability to heal injuries? I know of some-- King Yuuri, Princess Zelda, Ryu and Rukia-- but I'm certain there are a few I'm not aware of, and there are recent arrivals to consider as well.

Before anyone grows worried, there's no emergency; this is just a consensus of sorts that will be helpful to have. [Her professional, plain tone backing this up]

[Action // Location: Graveyard, before nightfall]

[After she was done with the network, Tear headed straight to the graveyard. It had taken a shameful length of time for her to go there, even the excuse that she hadn't been able to find in herself to sing was an incredibly weak one she couldn't even tell herself. Once the tombstone inscribed with the boy's name was found, the girl stopped in front of it; a moment of silence before solemn notes began to ring out across the grounds.

It wouldn't bring him back, it might not even let him rest, but-- it was the only thing personal she could do for him]


[[occ: She'll be going through a few; the hymns have absolutely no effect coming from them right now unlike the mass heal, but her volume is about the same for those interested in discovering/ hearing her. Replies WILL be slow, I apologize uguuuu]]

[Wherever you're at in the dome you're going to hear some noise, like heavy clanking. It starts off fairly dulled and distant, but it grows in volume and has a somewhat steady rhythm to it. What's causing it isn't clear, but some things are for sure-- it's loud, it's metallic, and it's heading your way.

...Probably because, oh, that seven foot tall suit of armor that just showed up is coming towards you, actually. Despite the size and the horns and all, it's not really that intimidating though; what with the pinkish hue to it and the tinny, girly voice that echos from the helm as it looks about while clambering amiably along, restraint dragging behind it]

Liiiiiiiiink?

[[ooc: UGUUUU s-should have put this up at first but I will be majorly slow LIKE A BOSS! I'M SORRY]]

[It's the first non-annual random defense force social~ On the roof of the DF's headquarters, we have strung-up lights around the ledge, decorations, and a table of food, mostly snacks, and drinks. (But not alcohol; sorry Sakamoto, let's say Gino warned you earlier in the day you'd have to get your drink on ahead of time?)

[There's some music, a dartboard set up, and a table with question cards -- mostly light, fun, get-to-know-you questions -- in case you all want to get your I've Never or some other form of question game on.

[Closed to DF members, their guests, and possibly crashers-- ask permission first! Event log, thread amongst yourselves~]

I guess this will probably be a bit of a strange question for me to ask, especially since I don't remember much of when I was previously here, but I heard I had a dragon as a pet.

That's kind of hard to imagine at the moment, but I'm kind of curious so I was wondering if anyone knows anything about that at all?

( Private to Lelouch )

[in a super good mood, all the sick people are getting better, things are looking up~ so here, have a pretty panoramic view of high up on a building, and then Roxas swings the camera around to look squarely at it]

So, hey, what kind of foods do you all like? I can't eat sea-salt ice cream every meal, and I just heard there's other flavors of pizza.

What's your favorite? Pizza, or -- favorite food in general. Or... I don't know. If you just woke up, maybe do you have a craving for something?

[The communicator unknowingly turns on and you can hear Shirley's speaking a bit quietly to herself at this point, her voice sounds a bit uncertain, because she has just read the welcome message]

...A prison? This can't be right, can't it? Though...maybe it can, I can't really--

[She stops midsentence, and starts speaking into the communicator now that she realizes it's on]

Hello? Is anyone out there?

[She pauses as she glances down at her clothes, realizing they're covered in blood. She hesitates for a moment before speaking up again]

Ah- it looks like I need some new clothes too,...with how they look now at least. Maybe there's a place around here that can help me with that?

What-

[And then there's a significant silence while her brain tries and fails to process. She's too physically and emotionally drained to be thinking clearly right now and it's obvious in her voice.]

If this was part of the plan, then I won't complain, but...can't I see him again? One- [Wavers, there's the first audible chink in the armor.] One last t-time?

[And because it is clearly not working, she just gives up trying to hold herself together. Have a sobbing loli in a tree, Marina.]

[The communicator clatters to the ground, turning on the video feed, and there's a startled sound from the girl it came with, "Ah!" She scrambles a little to pick it up, and the video turns on her. Some of you may recognize Orihime: she's a little worse for the wear, slightly bloodied, some of her white clothing torn, eyes still red from tears. But her expression is serious.]

If this is some sort of illusion, please stop it! Ishida-kun needs my help right away.

I-- I'm not going to play games with you.

[when he opens the channel, he's silent for a long beat. then, he says, perfectly calm]

Euphie-- Nunnally is gone.

[and, much quieter] I thought you'd like to know.

[he doesn't make it private because maybe others would like to know, those people she'd befriended or who'd known her. their friends. he wouldn't tell any of them if he didn't have to. wouldn't even say it aloud if he didn't have to. ...but Euphie deserves to know, so she doesn't have to find out by asking for her sister someday and not finding her.

[he can't think about this right now. he won't be able to focus -- breathe if he thinks about this. (it's not the end) (not for her) ...and there's -- something he has to do]

What do you do when you know someone you care about is making a mistake?

Today, Nana drew pictures for the first time! It was really, really fun, but really, really hard. Nana drew all of her friends and did her very, very best. See--!

_{[And thus, Nana holds up her Masterpiece. The figures look distorted, obviously childish, truly reflecting the age Nana is in actuality, a seven year old, despite her older looking appearance of a fourteen year old.]}

Nana tried to draw everyone, so if Nana missed someone by accident, please say so. Nana doesn't want anyone to feel left out.

Ah, does anyone know where Shirley is? Nana really, really wants to show her Nana's drawing!

_{[Oh god I know it's an eyesore, but she tried. |D lololol. If you're wondering which blob you are - from left to right starting from the top: Lelouch, Shirley, Kallen, The Doctor, Nana, Yuuri, Akito, Wolfram, PAPA ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, Sakamoto, Yuuri's Mama and Minako. IF I MISSED ANYONE MY BAD ;;;;;]}

[He has code set up to work with his existing program. It follows the people he's dedicated to and interested in; it monitors their health and tracks their lifesigns. So when she vanishes, he hears about it, even though there's no traces left.

[He lifts a hand slowly to his communicator, and then pauses. He's on his way to prepare for his plans, but he pauses, putting his back to a tree and slowly sliding down to the ground, pressing the hand to his face and clenching his teeth. Shirley.

[And he's relieved. Filled with a wild sense of gratitude. If she's gone -- then he doesn't have to tell her. He doesn't have to end it. If she ever comes back, she might not even remember. And maybe she won't come back -- she shouldn't come back. But he's glad, desperately, disgustingly glad that she's gone and he doesn't have to wonder what to say to her.

[...he's a coward.

[After a few long beats, he reaches up to turn on the communicator, but he still doesn't move.]



[private // kallen]
...Kallen. Shirley's gone.

[after a beat] I'd appreciate it if you'd see to it that Nana's taken care of if you'd rather not look after her by yourself.

[ Have a video of Beagle with a handwritten sign propped up beside him that reads: "when someone is mad at you, what do you do?"

After about three or four seconds, Beagle licks the paper, yaaaaaaaaaawns, and then starts blinking sleepily ]



((ooc: dslkjdf I sorry to Li and Haunt, but C.C. doesn't want your boys to know something's up. because kldsjfl they might do something weird like be nice to her. ;; ))

[thinking back to her conversation with C.C. yesterday...and how she is not butch, thank you very much. :|]

[she clicks the communicator on, and before she can process that the words are coming out of her mouth...]

...to you, what's the ideal woman like?

[a beat, then] Shit, why did I even ask...

[[OOC: Have to get ready for class soon, so I probably won't get to tags until later, but threadjacking is perfectly welcome! --Never mind, didn't end up going.]]

[[OOC addendum: Oh god I love you guys so fucking much. Thanks for the lulz; you've made a shitty day infinitely better. Slowly getting to everyone, but just wanted to let you guys know how much you rock.]]

Something is extremely strange this morning, in case some of you haven't noticed yet. Perhaps something related to this? [he holds up a ducky air freshener with the most serious expression you ever did see] Can anyone explain to me what this is, and why it was plugged in outside my house?

...and the next house over, and the next, and the next?



[ //encrypted private// to each and every one of his castmates ]

This is some sort of truth serum. But don't think I will accept that as an excuse if I hear any of you saying something stupid over the network.

[At first there is just the distant sound of water running. Close, but still far enough away that what the sound could be from is hard to decipher.

It continues for some time before another sound filters in. Humming. Someone is humming a cheerful, light tune, but still this is only sound.

A light, scraping, screeching noise is heard the sound of something wet slapping against something hard and flat echoes. Slap. Slap. Scramble. Something is knocked over just as something else is moved. There is clatter.

Clack, Clack, Smack, Thunk. Click. The video comes on.

( Are you night owls ready for a show? )

{OOC: Was this an accidental post? Let your character be the judge~}