[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?]

If you were running the prison, what would you do differently?

[She's in the library, having taken up an entire small table with books, a few empty paper cups that were once filled with coffee, and a pad of yellow lined paper; she's been writing for a while. At her feet is a medium sized shopping bag, filled with everything she owns that's worth keeping -- which isn't much.]

Are there any doctors here? Or anyone else with medical training?

I have a question.

Friends! Friends! Acumen got me Hiccup's harness! We can fly now! Come to the beach! Come, come!

[Toothless is running up and down the beach, so exciteeeeed, he's going to get to fly again, yaaaaaay.]

What's one thing that you don't have here that you absolutely want or need right now?

[And for anyone who happens to be wandering around at this time around the beach you'll find Axel sitting at the water's edge, feet barely touching the waves and with a single cigarette between his lips. Yeah, it's lit, and of course he's smoking it, but he's not trying to make it a habit or anything. It's just that he'd rather enjoyed the taste of it the first time and figured he'd give it another shot.

Plus...these things are supposed to relieve tension or something, right? Even though it's cold out and everything. Not like it matters.]

Of course that doesn't have to be an item, you know.

Good evening to both old, as well as new inmates. Hopefully all those who have arrived have grown somewhat adjusted to the environment here despite the startling circumstances. [ politeness aside -- he clears his throat. ]

My name is Howard Link and I am an inspector for the Central Branch of the Vatican. Currently my assignment is to act as an escort for Allen Walker for an undetermined duration of time -- time that I am expected to keep even here. Thus, I would like to know all of those here who are acquainted with him. Just names will be sufficient.

Thank you in advance.

[[ooc: Link wants to know all about your CR with Allen 8). feel free to threadjack everywhere.]]

[ making his way back from the shelter on another blood pilfering acquisition trip. his route takes him through Sector 4, and that tree he'd sought out before. despite his bag laden with his perishable goods, he stops by it and maybe tries to listen. The tree does not speak to him, but it is comforting, anyway.

Eventually, though, he moves on toward his apartment. ]

I pinched myself three times, but I’m still not waking up. It’s really very strange. [ small considering pause ]

On TV, there’s always a big emphasis on how intimidating a prison is. It’s supposed to be a place that no one wants to go after all. But this one is...different. It’s very beautiful -– as if it belongs to the top ten best places to visit. [ smile. a perfect n_n face. ] If I didn’t know any better I’d think that I won a prize!

[Leaning against a building, Kallen has just finished getting through the welcome message on her communicator. The last thing she remembered was leaving for school, and now here she is, trapped in some sort of crazy prison thing? What a way to go.]

Bullshit! You have got to be kidding me. There is no way this is real, no way in hell!

[The sound her fist hitting the wall is picked up as she lets out a string of profanity.]

What bastard is responsible for this?!

[OOC: She's in sector five, somewhere near the convenience store. Anyone walking around, feel free to run into the angered ginger. :D]

[Accidental Voice]

[Groan...]

Damn, but Cas can... [weak laugh] Guess he ain't an angel for nothing.

[crack!]

Fuck! What the--[more swearing] Shit. Couldn't they have left a light on or something?

[another muffled string of curses]

((ooc: Dean took off his communicator when he woke up on the floor of Sam's and Cas' apartment and accidentally turned on the voice option since he got just a tad click happy. Hey! The boy was in pain and disoriented. And it kept him from prodding at his wounds. Tags will be sparse for most of the day until I get off work, sorry!))

[The communicator is upside down and moving erratically. Hi Marina, have one extremely disoriented Noah in the shelter room. Not only does he look like a complete weirdo, but he is also flinging sofa cushions haphazardly around.]

...Cyril's going to kill me...

[There's a small click as an audio flips on, accompanied with the sound of several crashes. A small, girlish 'umph' echoes across the device, accompanied with the noise of someone tumbling to the ground. A small silence follows, before--]

O, Ouchhhhhh...

[Kobato's voice abruptly fills the night, sounding dizzy and confused. If it were possible, you could probably hear the sound as she rubs her sore bottom.]

Ioryogi-sannnnnnn, you never taught me how to see in the dark. [A muffled noise as she pushes herself back up slowly.] I know it gets really dark outside sometimes, but I can't even find a street light. I think I'm going in circles...

[She sounds a little pouty and defeated, before making a small 'HMPH'. As though a little bit of darkness is going to get her down.] I...I just have to use my street smarts!! Darkness!

KOBATO WILL DO HER BEST!!!

[Another  second crash is heard, before another echoed noise of pain.]

[A loud BANG accompanies a shimmy in the video feed, the otherwise serene scene of the athletic field jumping as the camera is jolted. Cross appears in the frame, blowing a cloud of smoke right into the camera, which seems unsteady -- Tim's carrying it, and its weight is not exactly conducive to balanced flight.]

[When the smoke clears, Cross is leaning over, staring into the face of one of Acumen's bots. He lifts his lit cigarette above the bot and taps some of the ash onto the poor thing's head.]

Useless piece of junk. [He gives it another hearty thwap for good measure.]

[Yuuri is at the beach and beaming.]

Hey! Who wants a water park?

[Now he sets the device down to get a larger shot and demonstrates his new no-maou-mode-necessary water powers! He brings a dragon-shaped mass of water up and lets it dance around for all to see!]

[Taking a cue from Acumen's morning announcement, Sasha had set out for the beach and the temporary bamboo structures. She had now changed out of her fancy garb and is dressed in a white blouse paired with the blue skirt Orihime had picked out for her, and simpler sandals on her feet. She had a acquired some statinery and a pencil which she had stowed in a small bookbag. She sat at a bamboo table illuminated by a torch and set out to writing.

There were already a good number of letters held down by her bag on the table after a while -- addressed to 'Albafica,' 'Hasgard,' 'Manigoldo'... and one that was taking time to finish, meant for 'Sisyphus'; alas, writing at the beach meant that chances were high for mischievous winds, and one gust blew away at two written sheets and some blank sheets of paper.]

Ah --!

[Quickly securing what she could of the other sheets, she got up to run after the stray sheets. Damn running in the sand.]

Please...!

[Silly goddess running after a few letters -- but it was important to her, and would call out for a bit of help to anyone passing by...]

[There is a soaking wet angel heading towards Sector 3 and he looks very irritated. Well, why wouldn't he be, right? It's like he just narrowly managed to escape a drowning experience or something. Not that... angels could drown. Just saying.]

[Anyway! He is trudging along grumpily instead of zapping around since his last flying experience had dropped him right into a swimming pool... --Shush, Cas is feeling a bit out of it today. Go ahead and say hi! ... Or block his path and bother him.]

[...It's been no good. There's no finding that plushie of Kobato's, and he did look. And what was he supposed to say, anyway? Somehow, talking to a little screen seemed wrong.

Was she crying again? For some reason, Kiyokazu couldn't stand that thought. He just had to take care of her for Sayaka! He wasn't...going out of his way or anything. He felt like it. That was it.

But first he had to find her. And the only way to do that was...with the communicator. Dammit.]

Hey, girl--Kobato. [He makes the correction, remembering that she's hardly the only girl here.] Where are you?

[He's moving even as he calls. The shelter was the first place to start looking for her, right?]

[Quite pleased that the restraints had been taken off, and that no bot had come after her, she had taken to getting settled and getting things she might need -- most specially clothes, as the gown and embellishments were definitely not needed. Brochure in hand, she went around Sector 5 into the clothes store... and was frankly a little lost. One can actually make out the background of the racks and racks of clothing she does not seem to take heed of.

Perhaps asking for a little help wouldn't be so bad.]

Hello and good morning! First of all, I would like to thank Lady Euphemia li Brittania, Lord Lelouch vi Brittania and the Marina Welcoming Committee -- the pamphlet is very helpful, and the basket's contents were delightful. Thank you very much.

[She gave a polite bow, and --]

I have a few questions, however, if it is not too much of a bother --

Is there a place where one can buy material and sew?

Alternatively, are there tailors from whom I can ask for help? I do not have money, but I am sure we can arrange for an exchange in kind?

( Guess who's back )

[After a moment, Axel sighs, clicks on the video function and tiredly peers down at the screen, not bothering to make it private.]

...Roxas, Xion, Kairi. [Raspy voice] I'm heading home. [Even as he says it he's trying to push the blankets off.]

Huh?? How did I end up here?

[Red is pretty sure he was in bed three seconds ago. Now he's in a park like the one he first landed in. Also, it's not nighttime anymore. He's really confused! Well, there is one thing he can do. He promised to tell Jennifer if he ever got lost, so...

On the video (which he knows how to use! even though he can't private anything yet) you will see a very confused looking blonde-haired kid.]

Um, Ms. Jennifer? Can you help me get back to the house?

[The restraints, the arrival message, and the welcome basket? Yeah, he hasn't noticed any of that yet.]