I've had my curiosity piqued.

Is there a definition of 'persona' that I have not been privy to my entire existence, that somehow pertains to green skies and is a large secret of some form? A large and ill-kept secret, it seems.

So...

Anyone having the allowed sex yet?

[She might just be legitimately curious complete with questions, but if most people take it as an attempt to troll then, hey, all the better.]

[After thinking through whether or not it was a good idea for quite a bit, she finally decides that this would be a good way to find some things out - especially with the situation between herself and Minato. It would also allow her to uncover some other possible Persona users. After all, if there are other people here from her version of Japan as well, it could be possible for such a thing to exist? Especially since they seem to come from her future, after all.]

[Audio feed clicks on, for her to get just a single question in:]

What does the word 'Persona' mean to you?

[Here's hoping this doesn't end up with too negative an outcome.]

Rolling blackouts? How inconvenient.

[Not that he sounds particularly upset about it. Inconvenient, yes, but not worth fussing over, in his opinion. Besides, since Fuuma's in sector five, the lights are still on for the moment. Though he's not in his apartment. Today he decided to visit the bowling alley, since it's something he had never tried before. It's easier to find than Kamui, and less likely to get him into trouble.]

If the power goes off, it would be problematic, but if someone is up for bowling, we could try anyways.

[Company makes things more interesting. Plus he's bored, and the people here are usually talkative. He makes no promises about not using telekinesis to cheat and move the ball to get strikes though.]


((OOC: So I actually need to get to bed right now, but I wanted to get this post up for the "morning". I shall tag tomorrow though. So yeah, who wants to go bowling? 8D))

Rolling blackouts? Hah! [ She giggles, and it's a sinister sound. ] That's no fun~

Why not go with the prison-wide blackouts again? Those were the best! [ Raptors included. They were at least a challenge. ]

Hey~~~ Who wants to play a game? [ You don't. You really really don't. ] Someone tried to tell me about about 'Catacombs and Wyverns'. Anyone know anything about that? Looks like he chickened out~ [ You can hear her breaking heart. ♥ ]

(ooc: She means Dungeons and Dragons, but of course we can't call it that. >.>)

[So they'd waited to pull the meeting they'd concluded was probably needed - to be honest, as much as she'd said she was in favor of filling her ersatz roommate in before he got too curious? She still valued her privacy, and every extra person that knew who she was, was another way she could end up dead very fast when they eventually got back home.]

[Still, Conan had a point - they could use all the help they could get in the absence of their usual (if mostly unwitting) support structure of Agasa, Ran, and the others.]

[This is why Saguru would be coming home that evening to a few of the lights on, and two small children that were waiting in stony silence with expressions entirely too serious for eight year olds.]

[Post is basically joint - thread order Hakuba -> Conan -> Haibara]

[Soren is in the library, trying to balance a large stack of books as he makes his way over to a table. He stops for a second as he spots something else on a shelf that interests him. He looks at the book on the shelf, then to the books he has in hand, and back to the book on the shelf before deciding to go for it. Attempting to balance the pile onto one arm, Soren reaches up to the shelf and begins to remove the book. This shelf is somewhat full, however, and as he pulls the tome away from its position, the pile he's holding unbalances sending them all crashing to the floor.]

Damn..

[This would be so much easier if there weren't so many books about subjects he'd never even heard of before. Even so, it was better this way than if there had been no library at all. Just so long as the robots stayed away from him.]

Um... hello everyone!

[It's taken Conan a little while to pull himself together enough to post this -- his first reaction at arriving was a mix of sheer incredulity at his 'crimes', and slowly growing anger at the malfunctional AI which brought him here.

Also at the chain and ball attached to his ankle. He's a detective, not a criminal. He chases and catches the bad guys! By what stretch of the imagination does he have any reason for being in here??

But he's a little calmer now, and able to pull up the trusty kiddie act to cover his real emotions.]

Could someone help me? I'm not really sure what's going on, and this place is very strange! Is everyone here really criminals?

[Cain is in the dojo as usual, waiting for his students to assemble. Once they come, he'll let them know today's lesson plan as they gear up and select their swords, surveying those who have arrived.]

For my returning students, we will combine both the strikes and parries we've been learning and begin to incorporate more footwork. Remember, it's all about balance. You're welcome to take the dance class if you find yourself lacking in the necessary graces. [He is 100% sincere in this, if his lineface delivery and casual pacing along the ranks with his hands behind his back don't drive the point home.]

I'll continue to work individually with the newbies to catch them up to speed, so I'm going to start heavily encouraging you guys to practice with one another to get those basics down.

And then we will watch our veteran sword fighters spar with one another. I trust you'll all be duly attentive to their technique and try to learn something from them. [And now he stops and smirks.] Other than how to attempt to bruise each other's rib cages.

Questions, before we begin?

[[OOC: As usual, put before/during/after in your headers! Please feel free to threadjack/tag fellow students and people there to spar as you'd like.]]

[In a very large room in the Education Center, there is a backdrop of reds, whites, pinks, and....browns? Yep, browns, in all shades, shapes, and sizes. If chocolate is your thing, this might just be heaven for you. Everything you could ever want or need to make that perfect one of a kind Valentine's Day chocolate is right here, waiting for you. Scattered around the room are all of the [non-hiatused] Host Club members, handsome and well-dressed as always, prepared to cater to your every whim.

Won't you come join them?]

( ooc )

Good evening, my fellow deviants!

Is there anyone around here easily amused by menial tasks? For some reason, I have a surplus of those.

Naturally, the only compensation would be your own satisfaction. It seems Acumen doesn't believe in offering research budgets.

Valentines Day is in two days. Does everyone remember the date auction we had last time? Now that was really fun. [REMEMBER WHEN SHE SOLD YOU ALL? AND PROFITED?]

I think I lost my voice after for a couple of days, ha. It doesn't look like we'll have another date auction this year by yours truly - sorry! - but I still encourage everyone to go on dates~ After all~ when you go on a date, you help save the environment! [lmao shut up this is totally true]

[it's good that Orihime is alive, but she's useless. Lelouch is very aware of the fact that his plans revolved around her being able to repeat what she did the first time Euphemia was in this state. he can't wait. so it's time for a backup plan]


[VOICE / encrypted private to CHIBIUSA]
Chibiusa...? Are you available?


[VOICE / SO VERY OPEN]
Does anyone here play chess? I've found that a game or two really helps to clear the mind. Perhaps a match in the park, if there's anyone willing and interested.

--With apologies to PM and WV. [as it occurs to him belatedly. should've filtered, but he was distracted]


[and he can be found in the park just outside his house, with a custom-made chess set arranged over a board, playing both sides and brooding until he has company]

[Saguru can clearly be seen on screen in his normal suit, with two buckets behind him and a mysterious cooler next to him. Given there's some food ingredients next to the buckets, like vanilla, some people might jump to a logical conclusion that someone is making ice cream. They would be correct. He's clearly in the shelter common room!]

If anyone else is interested, I'm making homemade ice cream after it was pointed out to me that this area is sorely lacking in such. I'm prepared to make vanilla, but if anyone has any other preferences, just head over with whatever flavourings you'd like, some ice and two buckets.

Kamui, head over whenever you feel like it; it's a little tiresome on the arms to do it alone.

Hello lovely denizens of Marina, I am Tamaki Suoh and I would like to inform all of our newcomers of the Host Club which I founded! It is a club which makes use of a man's good looks and talents to please the beautiful women who visit us! And if that simply isn't enough to entice you to join us, I would also like to point out that this is a marvelous way of meeting new people. You will gain the opportunity to learn more about those you already know and form new friendships with others who you haven't met yet!

As king and president of this extraordinary club, I will be more than happy to answer any and all of the questions you may have for me about this so please don't hesitate to ask!

[Light, airy giggling is heard as the camera steadies itself, finally settling on an image of Anew, sitting on the floor of the pet cafe with what looks to be a rabbit of some kind in her lap, wriggling happily. Anew is positively enthralled; it's so adorable!]

Pardon me, but -- does anyone know what sort of animal this is? [the little guy looks up at her and wrinkles up its nose, as if sniffing, then nuzzles into her hands. D'aww!]

Lyle, can we keep it?

[There's a loud 'whump' coming from the network as Kid flips on his communicator at the same time he drops a rather thick book from the library onto his desk in the shelter. He's long since ditched both his jacket, cape and tie, and while normally he'd keep the entire attire for dramatic effect, moving around the asylum is much easier when he doesn't have to worry about getting his cape caught on something. His hat and monocle, however, stay put. Gotta keep up the mask as long as he can.

Those of very good hearing may pick up on his grumpy muttering (although only a few words and phrases can be heard, such as 'stupid' and 'underwater' and 'who the hell would want to stare at fish all day?') as he plops into his seat and flips open his book.

In an instant, his grumpiness is gone, replaced with a steady and even smile as he addresses the video]

I apologize for not introducing myself properly yesterday, though I did manage to speak to quite a few of you in the some 30 hours I've been held prisoner here.

[He tips his hat at the camera with one hand and continues to flip through his book with the other]

For those I have yet to meet, my name is Kaitou Kid. Kid, for short. [He fully expects for people to realize it's nothing but an alias] I don't contest the crimes I've been convicted for, merely the methods of which I was captured, particularly when avoiding arrest has been my job for the past 18 years.

Allegedly, there is no escape from our grateful host. [Can you hear the sarcasm] But I find that hard to believe.

So I suppose my first question is this: does anyone know how many escape attempts there have been, and to what degree have any of them been successful?

[After all the excitement of yesterday, the dome seemed pretty mellow today. Not that he'd done much yesterday, apart from talking to some people. Hearing the uproar about the girl wanting to kill all the Japanese inmates had been interesting though. Despite being in prison, people were still so committed to their ideals, huh?]

[No matter. For today, he was content with just taking it easy. He had enough fun playing with the two Kamuis the other day. Plus, there was a very important matter that needed to be addressed with the dome.]

Does this place have anywhere good to get ice cream? The food choices here seem very limited.

[At least compared to what Tokyo was in its prime. Of course, that was before everything flooded. He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful.]

If anyone does know of a place, would you like to go together?


((OOC: Your dreams come true, the chance to go on an ice cream date with Fuuma! Action is for if your character decides to meet up with him, but just talking is cool too. Feel free to throw anyone and everyone at him.))

[Rufus is sitting in a comfortable chair with a cup of black coffee, looking relaxed and in a rather good mood this morning despite the early hour.]

During my brief time here, I must admit I am curious of the crimes of my fellow inmates. No matter how righteous one may think they are, there was a crime judged harshly enough to land you here. [he smirks more as he leans back in his chair]

So tell me your crimes, though I'm sure some of you may either deny or embellish the truth, and I may just tell you mine if you ask nicely.

[Saguru and Haibara have taken over one of the residental suites in the shelter, Saguru figuring that Haibara would be glad to be out of eyesight while wearing a restraint and both willing to rest while they figured out their next plan. Saguru had returned from the dining hall not terribly long ago with tea and biscuits for he and Haibara, and he was enjoying them while thinking everything over.

It was there that they heard Euphemia's initial post and the warnings that follow soon after, and after a glance at Haibara's fake name-- Sherry? that certainly fit a naming trend he was familiar with-- Saguru very calmly went over to the door, made sure it was securely closed, and then pushed the sofa over to block it. Just in case, you know; it pays to be prepared.]

That should hold, assuming she doesn't find a gun.

[and then a small bit of video, filtered to Kid relatively well.]

We've barricaded ourselves inside our room in the shelter, for now. If you should want to hide with us, you're welcome to it, but I imagine you still have tricks up your sleeve as far as disappearing outside goes. If you hear before we do that Euphemia has been restrained, the mention would be nice, although we're equipped to last out a few hours. I don't imagine it will take longer than that.

[and then a public video, so this post isn't completely locked orz-- but filtered pointedly away from Euphemia.]

I'm afraid that a time of crisis seems like a poor time to make an introduction, but all the same. I met a few of you earlier, but it seems there's quite a few more people to meet and a much more I should know about this.

I'm Saguru Hakuba. I'm a detective from England. [not Japanese at all, why do you ask?] Any extra tips you could provide to the situation would be appreciated.