[It's morning.

That's the first thing that registers. The second thing that registers is the memory of the pain.

The third? '...oh god I died'

It's with that that Akito jerks upright with a scream, then promptly shudders and hurriedly checks to see if any of that happened. But there's nothing. No wounds, no nothing. It was like it never happened.

But he remembers it.

It isn't much longer until he opens a channel in a hurry. He's talking way too fast, making it rather obvious that he's very shaken] A-Agi-ito, wh-where ar-re you, I-I n-nee-ed you, p-pleas-se...

I-it d-didn-n't h-happ-pen b-but I r-remem-mber i-it, b-but wh-why d-does it f-fe-eel, l-look l-lik-ke i-it d-didn-n't... [The muttering continues like this for a bit]


((Akito can be found in sector 3, huddled up in a ball and shaking as he mutters to himself))


[Not too long after this. Voice, filtered from Akito and Agito]

I knew there were monsters, but this is ridiculous.

Someone better have an explanation for why I felt my brother die last night.

[Lind is pissed, but he's hiding it very well]


((Feel free to reply to either of the two, but mention it in the subject heading please ♥))

Chuck, is everything all right?

I haven't been keeping track of the communicator lately.

Has anything happened that I should know about? And anyone can answer, not just Chuck.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 82nd day of the third generation.

The ventilation system reports that all traces of the chemical released yesterday have been dispersed, and there are no adverse effects expected. Any concerned for their condition may proceed to the hospital.

The koi pond in the park is finished, and as with the butterflies in the Pavilion, catching or harming the fish in any way will not be tolerated.

...And I would remind all inmates: alcoholic beverages are prohibited in the facility, save on club premises. There are no exceptions.

[A part of him wanted to be cautious, to not explore this and get to the clinic and have it checked out. He had heard Acumen's statement about it all, but that didn't mitigate the need to find out what was wrong.

And yet.... and yet he was a Gundam. He was finally absolutely one with the Gundam. He might not all its weapons, but this was its body, its armor, its strength. He felt strong, powerful as he danced across the sand in a series of sharp martial movements he had learned as a child and that had staid with him ever since (for those times his gun proved useless). His armor gleamed white and blue-purple in the 'sunlight', body clanking with his movements and landing heavily.

Yeah, he's obvious. And for once he doesn't care. He's a GUNDAM.]

So, apparently everyone isn't naked. I just see them that way.

[ Oh boy, is she amused by this. ]



((ooc: C.C.'s super power is the "see you naked" type of X-Ray vision. If you've wandered around the apartment building in Sector 4, have been near the pizza shop or the picnic tables in the park so far today, chances are very good you've been peeped on.))

[The camera turns on and shakes a bit facing a small stereo. A hand reaches down and presses a button and music starts to play. The camera is quickly set down, showing the wall of the Training Hall for a moment until a figure steps out onto the mats and faces the camera.

She's slightly off-center, but the camera still shows all of her, including the long broom she's holding with one hand. However, Maya is a little different from usual. It's not her clothes - she's wearing her usual spirit medium's outfit. Rather, her skin has taken on a silvery-sheen. It's not just her face either: her exposed arms and legs have the same appearance.]

[Maya faces the camera and speaks in a dramatic tone:]

The darkness may encroach on this town...but there's still a hope left!

[She unfolds the paper fan with her left hand with a dramatic arm gesture.]

Don't fear, residents!

Ma.Yo.I. will defend this town from their evil attacks!

[Maya swings the broom around wildly for a short moment, since she's holding it at the very end of the broomstick. She quickly gains more control over it once she drops the paper fan and helps with her left hand too. It swings down to the mat bristles first.] Hai-ya!

((OOC: Details on her power here))

...well.

This is unusual.

[Sparkly Ammy is sparkly. She is lying under her tree and amused at how her true form is showing. Normally it takes people believing in her to show this off. She wonders what triggered the change]

[Al does not care that he is still a little sick with a cold. As soon as Acumen says that the playground is done in the morning announcements, he is going out to inspect it.

There is a tire swing.

It's not long before Al's swinging back and forth, letting out a whoop and having the time of his life, all smiles.]

Guys, guys, come play! This is awesome!

[ There'll be the image of a very, very short and obviously frustrated green-skinned, somewhat familiar boy appearing to shout ] --Wasn't I supposed to leave this filthy place by now!? [ Because, y'know, he'd heard that he was supposed to leave and he was quite glad about it. ] I have things I need to take care of!! [ Like- resume his mission. How is he supposed to destroy earth from here?! ] Very important things!! [ In a very demanding tone, ] Release me!! [ Getting louder with every word ] I demand you let me speak to my captor!!

[ -...and after a second or two of absolutely fuming he speaks in a quiet, almost disgusted tone ] ... and why do I have a ball and chain on?

...so much for going home.

This crime list is so bogus. I'm a good guy! Good guys don't go to prison! We're supposed to put the bad guys in prison! Aww maaaaan...

This is so not fair...


((Whiney BB is whiney. Also tags will be sporadic until I get home))

[ From what can be seen on by the camera, there is a little girl that some might recognize as being recently here. Black shirt and pants, turquoise libra on the chest, black hair, greyish skin, and red-tinted shades. Tereziis standing in front of a disused building. Some may recognize it as the defunct Justice & Co. law office, even if they don't see the sign that is covered in drool.

If it was possible to look elated and infuriated all at once, Terezi was one to do just that. She was back in this place, which was just as well. But this, what she was witnessing, was bullshit. ] What is this travesty?

[ She points at the window with her cane. ] Why are these doors locked?

[ Then she points at the door. ] How can the lights be off? [ At least, she presumed, because she didn't smell anyone around. She folds up the cane into its pieces and sets it on the ground before rising from her crouch. ]

Who's responsible for this?! As a future Legislacerator, I'm insulted!

The doors to justice-- [ Terezi gripped her chain in both hands, heaving it as she continued. ] -- must always be -- [ Then, with all her strength and the additional weight from the restraint, slammed through the door with a M1GHTY CR4SH! ] --OPEN!

[ If anyone needs her, she'll be going inside to scope the place out. ]

[It's MOVING DAY for the Feys!

Having accepted Jennifer's offer for them to live with her and the other housemates, Maya and Pearl are spending part of the morning moving their belongings over, with some assistance from Jennifer, so that it's all done before the baseball game coming up.

The cousins spent plenty of time packing up yesterday, but it's really a fairly small load since it's mostly identical sets of clothing, Steel Samurai merchandise, a few books, and toys. Still, they're taking a few trips back and forth between the Shelter and their new home so as to not overburden themselves.

On these trips, they're also accompanied by Missile the Ditto, who is helping carry a few small things while she isn't taking the form of boxes herself.]


((OOC: Feel free to run into them anywhere along their path! (I think the house is in Sector 5 4 but Parsnip just disappeared so I won't be able to confirm until later.) But it's probably best to keep the at-house thread to just housemates and anyone else who has a reason to be there.))

[Bright face suddenly flickering onto screen, the dome is greeted by an unusually early individual. Smile cheerful and full of life Yuuki beams; this time without the enforced sparkles.]

Good morning, Marina! It already feels like a great day, huh? The baseball game should be fun! [If you tell her that she's acting just like her father did the day before she will be depressed, so shh.] If you weren't planning on it, you should definitely come and watch, it'll be a lot of fun! [She laughs] Besides, I think you would make Yuuri-kun's day.

[Moving on, she's still cheerful, though a little more serious.] Sorry I've been a bit absent of late. Ahh~! And I even missed the paintball game! [She gives a small sigh. Really, the paintball game has been something she's looked forward to for a while.] There's just been a lot of recent things that came up. Ahaha...[Her voice lowers and she looks guilty even as she laughs weakly, rubbing the back of her neck.] _{It's possible to make up missed classes, right...?} [Clearing her throat]

More importantly! I have a new addition to the family! I got him yesterday with Headmaster! [Smile back in place, she reaches down as though picking something up, the top of her head bobbing in and out of screen. Her voice becomes a fond whisper] _{Ahaha, come here you.} [Rising back up, she keeps him hidden from view as she gazes back happily into the screen, excitement painted across her pretty features.] Everyone, please meet Busa-kun!!

Da dadada da dadadada da da daaaaaaa~! [Finally lifting him up, everyone has a very clear view of her orange haired friend.]



_{Hee hee~! Isn't he the cutest? ♥}

[OOC: Why yes. She has a vegetarian vampire bunny. :| 'Busa' is named after 'Hanabusa' since she misses her friends from home.]

Good morning inmates. It is the 79th day of the third generation, and recently apprehended criminals will be arriving in the prison.

Today, the weather settings will be adjusted to somewhat cooler, yet comfortable, temperatures. For those who may not have been informed by mail, a reminder that there will be a baseball game; held at noon in the athletic fields.

Construction of a playground is beginning in Sector 6, at Princess Euphemia's request, and any suggestions for the design should be directed to her. Please do not interfere with the area or construction work.

Inmate Ashton Anchors, the casket and plot have been prepared and are in place.

[ Chuck's standing in front of a table. On the table are three boxes. In the first box, there are bags with paintball "markers" (guns) and ammunition. In the second box are goggles. On the third, there are thinly padded helmets and chest pieces, all in black. Chuck is wearing all the gear, but his headgear has a little white flag attached to it. ]

Okay! [ Very excited. Sort of looks like a spaniel puppy who has to go to the bathroom. ] Thanks, everybody, for coming out. [ Waves! ]

I'm Chuck, and I'm going to be your ref. Behind me -- [ Indicates the fields behind him that are littered with hay bales of various sizes and heights. Both fields have been set up into one large play area. ] -- is our game field. The boundaries are the white lines along the perimeter. If anyone just wants to watch, they can sit in the bleachers.

[ Rubs his hands together. Sort of nervous now, but hey, still soldiering on. ]

Here's how we're going to do this. Everybody get in line and come up. You give me your name, I'll put it down and then I'll give you your marker and ammo, and you can pick out your gear. Everybody has to wear the headgear and goggles. The chest piece is optional. Once everybody has their stuff, we'll play.

I just have a few rules. First, no head or face shots. I mean it. [ Srs face. ] Second, no shooting someone more than once per encounter. And third, no attacking with anything other than a paintball. The markers can't be modified, and you can't hit someone with your marker.

I've got white paint. I'm the only person. If I see you someone breaking a rule, they're going to get hit with white paint. That person has to sit out on the bleachers for ten minutes. If I catch them more than once, they can't play anymore. Also... no shooting the ref.

No teams, and we'll count the hits at the end of the hour. Whoever wins gets... ah... the pleasure of bragging rights. [ Ehehehe. ] After, party at the club.

Okay, let's go!

((ooc: Event style tagging under the headers. Threadjacks are encouraged. People can skip the sign-up process and/or mingle pre-game, or just go straight to playing. More details here. :D))

[Wanders into the convenience store, a little later than planned, but she wasn't really on a time schedule anyway. She just... needed to find something to be happy about! She was going to miss them, little Red and Vio. They really managed to breath life back into the home...]

...this place likes to grab me when I'm in the middle of needing to beat a monster that's about to destroy the Digiworld...

[Head rub]

I don't suppose it'll be nice enough to send me home again, will it?

[Despite all the chaos of the day, Maya made her way to the Pet Café earlier and finally decided on a shibu inu puppy who looks a lot like a certain police dog (in training) she remembered from back home. After signing her contract, she's made her way to the park with her new companion, where the two met up with Pearl.

Maya's turned on her communicator onto video and is playing fetch with the puppy along with Pearl in the park for a bit before she addresses the camera.]

See my new puppy!? Her name is Missile Mk-II!

[Missile barks at that, wagging her tail playfully.]

[Fetch continues for a bit until something strange happens. The dog's coat slowly fades from a natural red to a purple tinge and then suddenly outright purple.

Maya stares at the puppy as Missile MK-II deposits the ball at her feet, wagging her tail and panting, as if nothing was wrong.]

M-Missile? W-What's wrong!?

[Maya turns back to the camera.]

H-Has anyone had a puppy suddenly turn purple?

[Missile cocks her head and adds:] Ditto Ditto...?


((OOC: Yes, Maya's somehow adopted a Ditto.

But it's not very skilled at copying...))

[A young man stares into the communicator, scowling.]

There has to be some mistake here. I believe you meant to bring my brother here instead, ja? I am not a criminal, I am a prosecutor.

[He sighs, clearly irritated.]

At least this place has guitars.

[Guess who found the education center? He strums a bit, humming.]

Sugar, sugar...
Oh that night in your embrace...

[This voice will sound very familiar to a significant proportion of the dome. Echoes of a far-distant past. But there's something... off.]

So, the cowardly government led by President Henderson has sunk to a new low. Have they now resorted to incarceration of all those that dare oppose their violations of the rights of their people? For this, there will be no escape for those that abuse the rights of mutants! Take heed, all those that hear this message. Zero is here to bring justice to oppressors and freedom to the oppressed!

[This is a Lelouch from XI, where he is fighting for mutant rights instead of the Japanese. He can be found... somewhere in Sector 4, in full costume.]]