[ today is the day when Kanda will hate his life. oh so very much. and then, with more perspective, he will hate your life -- and possibly attempt to end it.

where can you find him? well, he might be gardening, tending to the plants in one of the many open spaces around the dome -- or he might be in the athletic complex's training hall, meditating. ]


((ooc: RNG for the kind of bot that catches you with Kanda, but I'm up for anything! Just as long as you don't mind a little violence afterward. :D))

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[Voice - Open]

Hey Miss Kitty, when do I get my encyclopedia? I've got just the place for it.


[Voice - Filtered to Order Members (minus Alma)]

Good news! [don't you love it when Komui is all excited about something?] I finally finished testing on a potion that will let you Exorcists use more of your powers. Temporarily of course, but it's better than nothing right?

I'll need a few volunteers to test it out. Fou, you still up for a spar with the testers?


[Voice - Private]

[unlike his other calls, this one his tone is quite serious.] Miss Yuuki, I have your pills for you.

[Static crackles over the network for a moment as the new arrival tampers with her communicator, trying to figure out how this wacky future technology works. It doesn’t take too long before a clear, confident voice rings out.]

Hello, am I addressing the other prisoners here? My name is Lenalee, and I’m searching for some answers.

[ Panic has long passed into curiosity for Kaylee and her new predicament. Sure she's been kidnapped, but: ]

This Acumen feller said something about a beach. With-- real sand and all? Don't think my heart could take it, bein' kidnapped and then lied to about a beach.

[ And curiouser... ]

Hope it's all right I don't have a swimming outfit...

[ tired sound, followed by a "mrf" ]

Always manage t'forget how loud it is on newbie days. [ sound of rustling pages; mildly ] Someday I'll learn to turn the damn communicator off.

Hmm... ?

[Staring point blank into the lens of the camera, silent and observant for a moment before chuckling and cocking his head to the side. Slowly lips come to part, rolling out a very long tongue encrusted with. You bet those are eyeballs! And the tongue sways just briefly before the connection is cut.]

Eh... there really are a bunch of people today.

[Lifting a hand she scratches the back of her neck, turning around to glance at the many other people in the park. There hasn't been this many new arrivals at once for a while, has there? Despite looking a bit daunted by the numbers, she practically glows, beaming. Her appearance is brighter than recently, less tired and worn. She's confident back, straight as she stares into the device cheerfully.]

Morning, Marina! Today I wanted to make an announcement. I wonder if this is a good time...with all the confusion. But if we're all stuck here for a while, might as well--!

[Lifting up a colorful sign, it's adorned with many different rainbow colors and bunnies, with the word 'Ethics' written in the center of it all.]

Ta-da! Starting in a couple of days I'll be teaching my very own class. [They'll let just about anyone teach, huh.]

I'm teaching ethics! The program was put together by the president-- ahh! [Looking embarrassed] I mean-- [She falters again, nearly saying 'Headmaster' before catching herself] Kaien Kurosu, and I think with everyone's unique backgrounds and the diversity represented it could be a really good thing.

[Giving the peace sign she flashes a wide, toothy grin, fangs clearly visible as she glows.]

Everyone should attend! You don't have to worry about it being crazy hard like math or something. It'll be fun. And... Oh yeah--!

[Lifting a finger into the air, just remembering:]

I almost forgot! It's mandatory for those on the defense force.

When did I wake up back here again? And I can't find Mikage around either.

Allen? Lavi? Kairi?

I guess it's a little much to ask if anyone I know is still around.

[He's been quiet, watching the message, reading the brochure and listening to various people over the communicator. All while walking through the sectors and taking in the sites, remembering the layout and area for future references.

After he familiarised himself well enough, the man smile and speak in a pleasant, friendly voice.]

A prison? It's quite not what I'm expecting to find myself in. But it looks like I'll be staying here for a while.

[Despite how he sounds, he's worried over not being with the boy as he like.]

[When the video feed opens, it shows a confused looking Allen staring at the communicator. Timcampy, the small golden golem, can be seen perching on his shoulder.]

...Hello? [He sounds cautious, wary of whoever might answer. He's quiet for a moment, considering what to say. When he does speak, the young man's voice is carefully controlled, neutral and polite. Many months of experience on lying and acting coming into play very easily.] This is Allen Walker. Would anyone mind taking a moment out of their time to answer my questions?

[The face on the feed is a little bored, a little bewildered, and sipping something out of a giant plastic cup and straw.]

Two out of ten, Acumen.

[That done, have a winning smile and a,] So, who’s going to bring me breakfast?

[The tone of the speaker is aggravated and condescending. This is someone who won't easily accept the predicament he's just found himself in. Not without ample proof.]

[It's a ruse. It has to be. After all, there's no way it could be true. Someone's captured him, sealed his fon slots, and cast some sort of illusion over him using the first fonon. That has to be it. It makes sense considering he defected from the Order, considering how that man keeps extending his offer. If he'll only cross a sea of corpses. Corpses, huh?]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke? I don't have time to play games with you people! Return my sword and undo the seal unless you're all willing to pay with your lives.

[Meanwhile Asch is kneeling down in the middle of the graveyard. For a while now he's been trying to figure out a way to remove the ball and chain from around his right leg, but he hasn't made any progress. Not even after fishing through the welcome basket for stuff to help it slide better. None. Unless getting even more frustrated counts.]

[The video turns on to focus on a girl with bright brow eyes and her hair up in pigtails. Her lips pursed together before she finally spoke.]

...Okay, I think I'm doing this right...I'd like to say thank you to the people who gave me the welcome basket, the pamphlet was especially informative and I appreciate the gift. I must say though, it's kind of odd since I hadn't actually been accused of these crimes back home. I guess there's no use in complaining though~

Can anyone give me some more information on this place an how it works? I'd really appreciate it♥ Preferably over breakfast since I'm kinda stuck here with everyone else?

[ tucked in the back of the coffee shop, feet up -- though carefully positioned so they are not actually touching the table top -- a mug of strong, black coffee in his hand as he continues to read through the book on hieroglyphics. by his feet are another trio of books: two that are thin and look quite old, and one that's thick, heavy and fat, with a glossy photograph of a vase on the cover. ]

((ooc: Open for all interaction. :D))

[Today, Kaito's decided to sneak out for a few things at the clothing store. He had a few dresses over his shoulder, some in a small pile on the floor, and some draped over a couple of robots that kept trying to clean up after him.

He hums at the current garment in his hands and tries to... figure out the right way. So many straps-- denied. That's another one tossed over his shoulder before he goes back to rummaging through the racks. Where's a model when you need one? Hrmmm. In the mean time--]

[voice]

--Yo, what's the most superior color? And no one say orange, 'cause no one likes that shit unless they're impersonating a traffic cone.

[ since it's raining, and kind of miserably warm, Lavi swallows his dislike of the traditional classroom format and posts a sign on the tree in the park that reads "English Class is moved to Education Center, Room 300". any students who come in will see him sitting at the teacher's desk, feet propped up on the desk as he flips through a thick, old-looking book. ]

((OOC: As discussed on the Monday meme last week, Komui is calling a meeting for the Order members to fill him in on what he's missed, discuss Important Matters, all that jazz. We are handwaving the actual invitations so please presume that your kid was asked by Komui -- if you don't want to participate it's all good, just please let me know whether you want your muse's presence handwaved or whether you want us to play as if they were ICly absent. This is a mingle post so please make new threads and tag around; if you don't tag Komui he will tag you!))
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[Half of the library room Komui procured for his meeting is a holy mess. Within two hours of being here he's spread papers from wall to wall. The other half, however, has some light refreshments -- the bots can be seen bringing them in, so no Komui had no hand in making them (if any of you were worried). He'll go ahead and make his announcement to get things started once everyone seems to be here.]

Does anyone else feel like this place is becoming too small?

[His words start off slowed, reluctant, almost regretful - but then there's a note of humour in his voice.]

I mean, what if we end up all stuffed in together, ten people to a room? The dome isn't expanding but the population is. We'll be a jar of pickles. [He means the thing people say about sardines.

Ryoji's outside - when is he ever inside, if he can help it - lying on his back on one of the park's picnic tables. After today, he needed fresh air and dark skies and quiet - even if he's not doing a very good job of obtaining it.]

[There's not a single thing out of place beyond Allen's bedroom. Not a single new smudge on the wall. Not a scent in the hall. Not a depression on the floor. Of course beyond his bedroom door he might find a surprise in the form of a girl—a few years his senior—wearing pajamas and making herself comfortable on his bed. She is flipping through a book she found in his room. When she hears the doorknob that some people have to use, she speaks without looking up.]

Hi, honey, welcome home.


(OOC: Apartment closed to people with a reason to be there. People are free to tag her in her pajama-fied walk from her place to his though!)