Great. From one prison to another. Tch- doesn't even look like a prison. Just where the hell am I, anyway? This message doesn't explain anything!

[She sounds very much unbothered by her list of crimes.

She shifts, and along with her the rustle of fabric. Lots and lots of fabric. She fiddles with the communicator a bit - it's not difficult to figure out, so she turns on the audio function, not quite aware that it was already recording.]

Attention! I request some information. If I'm going to remain here for- life, I'd at least like to know a few things first.

[She's playing nice for now, because she's confident that even here Zero- Lelouch will find and save her. He said so.]

[Action; morning]

[Someone actually did read the pamphlet and unlike some of his crew mates who just go wandering off aimlessly (no names mentioned, of course) Sanji is treating this methodically. He'll be combing through Disctrict 0-2 over the next couple of hours - feel free to run into him! ]

[Voice; shortly after Zoro's post]

[There is some obligatory fiddling with the headset but soon enough the miscellaneous noise subsides and a voice transmission begins. Pardon the cryptic nature but they're in prison and he'd much rather reunite with his crew before giving away too much about who they are. You never know who's listening after all. ]

This is Mr Prince speaking. I'm looking for the crew of the Going Merry - I've already found the rotten cabbage head but the rest of you… get back to me. We have shit to do.

[Rogue has read all the brochures and she understands what's going on here. She comes from a world where there are factions of people who would imprison mutants just because they're mutants. She's got her cloak on but the hood is pushed back. As one might expect, she looks a little distressed, perhaps because she's imprisoned but perhaps not exactly. She is chained and working in Sector 1.]


I get some of the reasons I'm here but you don't understand. I didn't have a choice that time. It ain't like I ever wanted anyone hurt.

[Video]

[Did anyone miss Minako? Because she's back - appearing on the feed. But something's a little different... Instead of exuding an aura of quiet intelligence with a confident, cheery and charismatic disposition, she might look a little unsure right now.]

Uhm. Hello? [is this working right? I've pressed the buttons the same way it indicated and all...]

I think there must be some kind of mistake - I've never attacked anyone or caused any form of damage to property. I wasn't transferring because I was kicked out of my previous school or anything like that!...

[If anything, though, she looks vaguely as if she is still in the middle of recovering from the shock of suddenly being brought here, and so briefly after arriving on Tatsumi Port Island. She takes a deep breath, and pauses a moment, before speaking again, sounding a little more certain this time.]

Where can I talk to this... 'Acumen' about this?

[Action]

[If you're walking about somewhere in the dome, you might just spot a certain redhead wandering about, carrying a welcome basket with her, clearly indicating that she's new in the dome.]

[She might just look pretty lost right now, even with the brochure clearly depicting the map of the dome, tucked nicely into the basket.]

[Point her somewhere, like the Shelter? Troll her? Give her a hug? That's completely up to you~]

If you're in anyway involved with this, Kisuke...  [The video starts showing a dark skinned woman dressed in a black spandex outfit who is clearly not looking too impressed. No, on her face is a look usually reserved for Kisuke when he's done something stupid. But who can blame her? Arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrow with a predatory gleam.]

Feh. So Acumen, is it? If anyone, Warden or otherwise, is expecting a thank you for the gift...

[Letting that linger, before slightly raising her right stockinged foot. Of course, she can't exactly raise it too high, given that there's a shackle attached to an iron ball keeping it down, and seeing as she appears to have absolutely no abilities at all... Still, she gives it a little jingle before that leg lowers again.]

So what's this? A joke, right. Pretty poor taste, if you ask me. And a criminal? I suppose I've been called worse but this is one of the crappiest prisons I've seen.

[Gaze shifting back, there is still some jingling as she's wiggling her toes, not liking this hindrance at all.] So. I'd usually sleuth out answers myself, but I appear to be a bit limited at the moment. Am I supposed to by that whole little speech given to me when I awoke in this oh so wonderful place? Minus the ocean part, of course~ That I can see for myself.

[ A C T I O N ]

[ So, taking a nice walk in the park? It's lovely, isn't it? Of course it is, the park is always so great. Nice green gardens, lovely displays, a little playground to play around in, a dead kid on a bench, fantastic scenery-- Wait, wait, wait, back up. ]

[ What dead kid? ]

[ On one of the park benches around, there is one (1) teenager lying upon it with his hands folded over his stomach, looking pretty peaceful. On closer inspection, he's actually breathing, so false alarm. However, should he really be sleeping out here? He's a new person in Marina since there's a welcome basket on the floor, by him. ]

[ Well, it looks like he's really happy and won't be waking up for another hour... Unless someone comes to bother him and wake him up from his sleep, but why would you even. ]

[ V I D E O - an hour and half later ]

[ In the fellow network of today, there is yet another newcomer into Marina. He doesn't seem all that rattled though, especially for one that has just shown up in an area that's deep underwater. It hasn't taken him long to figure out how to work this headset and he has a few questions to ask, which is why the video function is on, but for now... he seems rather more focused on the basket of food he has in his hands... ]

[ This said basket also seems very empty of all food... despite it being full just twenty minutes ago... ]

[ This "mysterious" person finishes eating from the packets of nuts and places the wrapper back into the basket. He looks down at it before picking it up. ]

Is that it?

[ These welcome baskets just aren't what he is used to anymore and nope, not going to ask about the prison...yet... ]

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

So, um...

[Fidgeting as the screen flips on, a girl with long brown hair worn up high in a ponytail (for once) glances away from the camera, red decorating her cheeks in a soft hue that glows. Fingers twisting, she tears them apart to curl into her skirt, a nervous habit that also serves for embarrassment. She licks her lips, speaking carefully as she continues.]

Ehee--I was just wondering, but,uh...is there anyone who tutors? I mean for some of the classes here in school...

[Looking a little sheepish, she laughs awkwardly before closing her eyes and giving a small sigh. Boy, asking really is kind of embarrassing.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 121st day of the third generation. Today will be hot and sunny, and cooling off in the evening.

According to a crossdimensional matrix of Earths today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year and the traditional beginning of summer. This morning, the beach will be closed to set up for the celebration of the Solstice. Please do not disrupt the facility robots or divert them from their tasks. Inmates who do so will be prohibited from the festivities.

This afternoon, please enjoy the number of activities set out on the beach, as well as food stands incorporating festival foods from various Earth countries. For those who are of age and choose to partake, there will be one stand serving alcoholic beverages. Please do not attempt to bring your own alcohol to the beach. Any attempt to tamper with or remove the alcohol from the beach is prohibited.

In the evening, this system will be providing fireflies throughout the dome for relaxation and reflection. As a forewarning, they will be impossible to injure or kill.

Inmates Duo Maxwell and Maya Fey, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

((OOC: An event post will go up on Wednesday for the event! Also, please remember that Acumen posts are for kiosk requests, only! Reaction posts to the comm are encouraged!))

[Locked to Nakama]

Could you possibly spare a moment? I'd like to have a word with you.

[Locked to Akihiko and Ryoji]

I've had it confirmed that Arisato is not just simply missing in action, but rather, she's completely disappeared from the premises. She, as well as the Arisato we knew and Takeba have all be "lost" as of now, so to speak.

We need to remain on our guard at all times.


[Once she's taken care of getting in touch with those she needed to contact, Mitsuru sits outside on the library's steps. She's rather directionless, holding the book open, but her eyes are only skimming the same few lines over and over. She's got a lot on her mind now - probably the most she's had since arriving, and this isn't counting her unfinished business in Iwatodai, either.]

[She won't mind being approached for one reason or another, clearly not focused on her reading material at all. Despite her composed attitude when communicating over the network, she's actually a bit distraught.]

[She's...rather nervous right now. So all you see is eyes and the top of her head in the screen view.]

Uh, so...has anyone seen Minako Arisato around here?

She seemed loopy last night so I put her in bed, and when I went to check on her this morning, she was gone.

[There may be a crashing sound from the background.]

Because this is freaking me the fuck out. Her window is closed and I didn't hear the front door open...

[She'll just drop to the floor right now. Don't mind her. The lack of eating and WTF-ery of this situation has probably gotten to her.]

[The one thing about being surrounded by robots with only an artificial sense of taste, if at all, is that Anri does not quite trust them to make food for her. It's quite probably silly and she is unashamed.

There is also the fact of being a parasitic vessel for an angry demon and the sheer amount of energy it requires.

Anri's hands make food, and then make more food, and then a little more food after that. It's a spread.

But she'll share with you.]

[The feed opens on a clean, lonely cot in the abandoned clinic, the once white sheets now a faded gray, but still stark in comparison to the dark figure huddled in the middle of the cot. His name is Ritsuka, though he doesn't know if he should even be calling himself that anymore. His face is far too young to wear this expression: his brow knotted with worry, exhaustion hollowing his dark purple eyes. He sits with his knees drawn up to his chest, his bandaged hands hugging his shins along with a sleek black tail. Two cat ears lie almost flat against his black hair, all the more bizarre for his additional set of very human ears. The contents of the welcome basket are strewn about him, jelly beans dotting the sheets with little buttons of color, and the pamphlet lying in a wrinkly mess at his feet.

He glances at the communicator and turns his face away once more, his cheeks flushing with color as he frowns very hard at his knees. It's taken him a while to get enough courage to turn on the communicator, and he will not ruin it all by crying now.

He breathes deeply through his nose and speaks in a voice trembling with forced calm.]

If anyone's there, can you tell me where I can find a place to stay?

[There is a very angry German on the line. Will you choose to answer it or ignore it? He's read the message, but quite obviously doesn't believe it]

What the hell is this crap?! How the hell could I be in prison?! With a ball and chain at that?! Such a stupid idea...

How the hell can I not...?

This is a joke right?! A joke. Ha ha ha. Very funny, Oracle. The joke's over.

[There's a long pause as though he's expecting someone to answer followed by a slamming sound like he has just thrown something]

ORACLE! SHOW YOURSELF!

[ Waking up with no recollection of having gone to sleep wasn't strange for Jade. It happened so often that it didn't faze her as much. No, the first thing that came to her mind was "Where am I?". And well, she read the pamphlet after noticing it. She was so not a criminal! Who do these people think they are? Jeeeeeeez...

After playing around with the communicator the little book had described, she decides to actually use it. With a simple button press, the communicator turns on and the image of a young green-eyed girl appears on the screen. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[ Oh gosh please let there not be actual murderers here. Please please please please. ]

Tyen shiao duh... [The curse is harried and tense, as is Mal at the moment not only because he isn't where he thinks he should be, but also because he obviously doesn't have control over the situation at hand. The video feed shows him restrained in a cell. There isn't a fiber of his being that even kind of likes this.]

What kind of Alliance fei hua is this? [Because by his way of thinking this is obviously the Alliance's doing. That's what governments do, right? They interfere where they shouldn't be interfering? Yep, Alliance. And he knows he has to start forming an escape plan no matter what that Acumen voice said.] Anybody wanna tell me what planet the Eloquois Ocean's on?

[A moment of silence before he asks quite angrily and shakes at the chain binding him out of pure aggravation.] And where the hell's my gorram ship!?!?




( ooc )

[New kid on the block happens to be shouting loud enough for those around to hear. And those listening in on their devices too.]

DON’T TOUCH ME! I ordered you to maintain a distance so why aren't you maintaining it?! If you come any closer, I'll end your very existence! --What the hell are you, anyway?

... I said STOP! Stupid thing, are you hard of hearing?!

[There appears to be a sixteen-year-old boy shouting and pointing at one of Marina's fine, upstanding bots! ... Who looks like it just wants to do its job around the dining hall and usher the loud boy out of the way.]

(  [Scene 1 | The 'Gift' | Semi-Open]  )

(  [Scene 2 | The Accident | Open]  )

((ooc: there will be another 4 dream sequences for Minako, but they will not necessarily take up a post each - probably just another 1 post.

Both scenes are especially open to Mokou and Lambdadelta, but any other people who might be able to dream of living under the same roof as Minako could do so! Namely Nakama, castmates, and just about anyone else she's met while she's here, maybe.

Scene 2 is open to anyone and everyone. It will eventually end with Minako being knocked off the building and onto the ground below, nonetheless.

Scene 3 will be open only to participants from Scene 2 + a few friends of Minako that might have heard of her demise from the participants of Scene 2, and will be added on to this post itself, once Scene 2 has been concluded.))

[It's Iwatodai's Moonlight Bride, the middle of the Dark Hour. The sky is green, the water below - blood? No, but it certainly gives that impression.

Walk up a little and you'll see someone you've never seen before. Thanatos looks from the bridge's edge into the water, and has done so for the past several hours. He's floating rather than standing, the sound of his breath laboured and heavy.

And, if you care to look down? Ryoji stares back from the rippling red water, standing in Thanatos's stead.]

[Anri’s standing in the middle of her childhood home. The interior is traditionally Japanese but the rooms themselves are completely devoid of anything resembling love or family. Cupboard doors hang by their hinges; broken glass and blood splatters litter the carpet.

She hasn’t lived here in over five years, but the only thing that’s changed is the inhabitants.

No crying mother. No enraged father.

Masaomi Kida is smiling at her even in death, his chin and neck bubbling with sour blood as he lies at her feet.

Mikado Ryuugamine's glance is glassy and tenuous but utterly focused on her, not quite there yet.] Why--?

Because, [her voice is steeled, her expression utterly impassive,] this is the only way I can love you.

[She drives Saika home, pushing downward and impaling his heart.]