[Ryu turns on the video function, yawning as he looks around his hospital room.]

H... hey, can anyone tell me where I am? I don't know what's going on..

[[ooc; Video for now but I am open for action if it fits! /o/ ]]

[Da-da-da-daaaa~] Good morning, inmates! I've just finished mixing up a batch of super energy potions for everyone that's sick. I'll be bringing them over to the hospital for anyone that needs them.

[Defense Force Filter]
And anyone that was on patrol last night is welcome to some as well. Even if it doesn't help the invalids much, it'll definitely help with fatigue. They're like those energy drinks in the convenience store, only better. [She's tried them, so she knows.]

[ooc: If anyone wants to thread out getting a potion from her, just put [action] in your reply. Or characters can just say they want one and leave it at that. Whatever you guys want. ♥

ADDITIONAL OOC NOTE: The potion should replenish some of their missing life energy, about 40-50%. It will eventually wear off, since they'll be using energy to live and such, but they should be able to actually get up today. Not much else, but at least they won't be catatonic! Effects vary depending upon mun preferences ♥]

[In a cell inside the Defense Force HQ, Cielo has slid down against one of the walls, arms wrapped about himself. Just below the line of his black shorts, the atma marking on his leg has begun glowing a light blue. His breath's come harsh.

He'd been hoping his fears would have been proven wrong. So much for that.

The communicator is flipped on briefly, filters forgotten.] Gino. Suzaku... you do what you gotta, ja?

[...Well, that was odd. Mami remembers going to sleep inside her house (but the details are a bit lacking...) ... some kind of dream where Ryong was upset...and now she's in the hospital.

She's very, very tired still, and moving doesn't seem like a good idea...but she's okay enough to chat, and so she gets the voice thingy going. When she speaks, she sounds somewhat quiet and tired.]

...Ah...wha's goin' on? Did somethin' happen? Las' I remember, I was in my house.

[The video comes out and it's a boy blond boy with dark eyes and glasses staring at it intently with a huge grin on his face.]

Greetings, fellow priso--! [He stops, looking thoughtful and speaking as if to himself] Uh, inmates...residents...maybe...Marina..ers is nicer? Well, anyway--

Hello there! [back to smiling at the camera, because he's cheery, cheery, cheery]

I'm new here today, and while I would love to get to know all of you--really, I'd love to, it's not everyday that a boy like me gets sent to an inter-dimensional, sub-aquatic, high-tech prison--but I have an important dentist appointment to get to back home and can't miss it. Getting a root canal and Dad'll kill me if he has to cough up that kind of a copay and I don't even go--[yes, he did say that all in one breath, and might be more than a little nervous]

So...how fast can I get out of here on good behavior? And this chain kind of hurts...

Hey -- can anyone here heal? Anyone who's still awake? I have a favor to ask.


[defense force filter]
I need a few volunteers for tonight -- in particular I need at least one person who is capable of using ranged abilities such as magic, and at least one healer. I don't want anyone who was out the night Tatewaki was killed unless there's no other options. We need to take a real close look at that magic circle.


((ooc: backdated to earlier in the evening))

An escalation of our efforts seems in order, if we are to avoid being reduced to a mere memory like the first and second generation of Marina's residents. We will be more efficient--and far more likely to succeed--if we coordinate our efforts fully.

As for the cause of this epidemic: Agatha has no wits left about her to accomplish such a plague, Acumen is the very portrait of apathy where our survival is concerned, and the idea of a force outside the dome at work here approaches the absurd. Which leaves us.

We will need a comprehensive list of every inmate in the dome; once that is done we can begin our search for the source of our current troubles. Until then, finding and transporting all the afflicted to the hospital in Sector One should be our primary concern. Accounting for all of them will also make that list simpler to compile, as well as help in controlling panic.

I await your responses.

[Private to Axel]
I am in Sector Four; let me know when you are ready.


(((OOC: Defense Force free for all! Hijack threads, talk amongst yourselves, etc. ♥ I'll tag once I'm back from work~))

[...He should've acted sooner on this, healed her when he got the chance. Now it's too late: Xion's not waking up. Voice fairly calm despite the situation,]

Xion. ...C'mon, kid, get up. [It's a broadcasted hint to those people who actually care about her that she's not as she should be, but it's subtle enough so that any suspicious individual listening in won't get the wrong impression that she's now vulnerable. Regardless, he will be protecting her, so don't even think about it. Axel shakes her shoulders a bit, trying to get a response, and though he knows that she's still breathing he's growing more and more concerned that that might not be the case if he doesn't act.]

[private to Roxas]

Roxas. Get in here.

You said you'd come find me.

[So it's hide-and-seek time. Now look.]

...Morning.

[He would say "good," but, Sakamoto knows that he wold start on the wrong foot if he tried saying something like that.]

I have realized that I probably don't know half of you- More than half of you. I understand that it is possibly due to my irresponsible behavior and silent assumption that things were under control, and that I would be contacted if something dangerous occurred, but I can't help but admit the news I heard over the headset today disturbed me.

I am Sakamoto Tatsuma. I am going to walk through the prison and make sure that others are not wandering around unnecessarily- It would probably be best to stay inside, until we find out what has caused the death of this inmate.

I'm afraid I can not match the name with a face, but it is familiar.

If anyone has any leads regarding the situation, please contact me.

[Sakamoto is deeply bothered by thoughts of death- Not of his own, because that was a risk that came with his field, and because he had somehow survived the battles with the Amanto. Why he had survived, he wasn't sure. People told him it was because he was a great swordsman, brought hope back to the Joui- Perhaps that was true to an extent. But he had retired from service after seeing too many friends die.

This was different, though. His friends had signed on as Joui, knowing that they were going to be killed. They had died for their country.

This person had died for no reason at all. And if there was one thing Sakamoto hated most of all, it was unnecessary violence.]

[Private to Fletcher:]

...Where are you? How, ahaha... How are you?

((OOC: Anyone can tag him if they want to run into him as he scans the prison, too! He'll be around all day trying to get the kids back inside and anyone else he thinks is helpless somewhere safe and perhaps guarded.))

[The video clicks on to Jalyt brandishing a large cookbook and shouting.] Hey, Marina! What recipes should I try first?!

[Yes, she knows most people are asleep at this hour. But she's been locked in this room with nothing to do but read the cookbook she snitched from the library. And now that she's done that she's desperate to cook something. Distractions from boredom, please.]

[In the park there are several benches set up almost like pews in a church, white and decorated with flowers at the edges and along the backs. Instead of two sedate columns with rows of benches pointing towards some dais, the benches are in rows facing each other, and in the center of the aisle between them is a long table with a substantive buffet of brunch food: colorful red eggs, fruit salads, muffins and rolls, glazed ham...

[The buffet table is extremely distracting. Allen is dressed in his full black-and-red uniform with a cloak and the Rose Cross worn over it; he keeps glancing at the buffet table as he stands right -- temptingly -- in front of it so that everyone can see him, with occasional glances down at his book to make sure he remembers his lines.]


Thus we give thanks and glory unto you, Father, and glory to the Christos, and glory to the blessed Virgin who bore him...


[He is trying not to rush, but he is mentally censoring out optional parts of the ritual to more quickly get to the eating part.]


((ooc: Event post! Feel free to post a comment here establishing what your character is doing during or after the ceremony, and other people will thread with you, or you can comment to someone else's comment~!))

Ah... What's this?

[a familiar synthesized voice, sounding very disoriented and confused]

...it's afternoon...? Ah-- I have to greet the criminals, I missed--

[there is a pause]

......"kidnapping"......

Ah.



((ooc: April Fool's! ...only, no, really))

[Still loitering around the Education Center.] On the surface, it would seem nothing has changed. [Inoffensive conversation starter get! One can't exactly ask 'Who wants to help overthrow the current warden?' over the network.]

[So, the baseball game has come and gone. Mami received some helpful advice from a new friend while in the crowd and set off to learn to read once the game let out.

By some stroke of good fortune, she actually managed to find the education center, and is now attempting to learn the fine art of reading. She's...never actually learned to read before due to being stuck in ye olde rural village, so this is very new to her.

So far, so good, though. ...maybe.]

[The camera pans in on the lovely Defense Team HQ's outside. Only that instead of it being a plain building, there's a big bright pink sign with glitter reading GO GO DEFENSE TEAM! RAH RAH RAH! above the door and some flowers lined up along the wall and fairy lights hanging down. The door itself has a big red bow taped to the middle and it's been covered with cute animal stickers.

Then, Rise shows up on screen]

Ta-dah~! How's this? I got up extra early to work on it. I'm thinking I'll work by theme on the inside, because who doesn't like to have a Safari Jungle Office Madness?

Ooh~ I have to decorate the cells, too... Which is better: 'A Night of Lights in Paris' or 'Fun Neon Adventures in Space'?

[Yes, defense team. This is what Gino has stuck you with.]

[Xion is at the ice rink, and has been for quite some time. Saix told her Axel wasn't gone, so she isn't running off to try and find him. If Axel needs to be alone, needs it so much that he ran away...well...she has no right to go hunt him down. She's been trying to keep track of everything happening on the network like Saix asked her to, but skating is the only way to keep her mind off of Axel. But distracting herself with skating makes it hard to focus on the network. But if she focuses on the network she starts worrying about Axel and then she misses entire conversations! She's really...useless, isn't she?

So round and round the rink Xion goes, occasionally throwing in a simple spin, but she clearly isn't enjoying it like she usually does.]

[Reid is in Defense Force HQ, hard at work. Even if they don't currently have an open case, there is still a mystery at hand. He's standing in front of a large dry-erase board, with three different colored markers between his fingers, so that with a turn of his wrist, he's ready to write with any one of them.

He's been at this a while. The board is bisected, one side his headed with Sentience, the other with Acumen. Each is immediately followed by the respective etymology, and a couple of relevant usages in classic literature. There are some notes on the nature of the AIs, some snatches of quotes pulled from its conversations with others. The writing gets smaller as it goes down the board, as Reid starts needing more and more space to get his thoughts together.

The Profiler is doing what he does best, and to something he has yet to be able to do on any large scale: profiling an artificially intelligent being.]

...But it's still incomplete...

So... dat's it? She just ain't here anymore?

Did you delete her? Dat's not really fair. She had a personality, ja? She had feelin's. What about dose a' you dat created her? Didn't you have any attachment?

...It's not right, mon.

[As a former A.I., someone's a little upset over recent developments.]

[Xion is maybe kind of yelling really loud. She's sorry for any innocent eardrums she injures.]

Engineers? ENGINEERS?! Where are you? I need to talk to you!