[After leaving the costume party, Charley decides to go for a walk and sets his sights towards the park in Sector 4. It's a pleasant night for a walk and Charley manages to navigate easily through the darkness. He appreciates the silence of the deserted park. He finally comes to a stop next to the koi pond and gazes at the pond in silence. Finally, after a long pause, he reaches up and takes off his mask, sliding it gently into his pants pocket.]



[ooc: Feel free to catch him on his way to the park, at the park or by the koi pond. Just let me know in the header.]

[Just as evening starts to fall, one of the parks in Sector 4 has been festooned with streamers, bright lights in a variety of colors, a big upraised dais, tables of refreshments, and music. It looks like a perfectly normal party from the outside. Optional masks are provided in little bins beside the dais, but you're responsible for your own costumes...!



...And if you're dressed as a character, the moment you step onto the dais, you will believe yourself to have led that character's life for your whole life. This effect will last until "midnight", in this case Sunday, even if you leave the party.]

[Naoya's actually wearing his glasses! Or, well, a pair of reading glasses he found. He's sitting on his couch at home, looking a little bored.]

I have a question, Marina. Does the concept of a 'soul' exist in your world? If so, what counts as one, and what happens to them when they die? Do they go to a holding place until some judgement day, or are they stripped of memories and recycled into new bodies?

Just out of curiosity.

[He sits back on the couch, waiting for answers.]

Oh! Hello everyone, I'm very sorry if I'm interrupting you at this moment in time, but I have a few questions to ask of everyone! If you are busy, feel free to disregard this and go on with your business as usual!

First off! What are your hobbies, and how do you pursue them in your current location? What do you do throughout the days to busy yourself? I'm already finding myself getting anxious with nothing to do! If I can offer my assistance in any way possible, please let me know, because I am very bored and would like very much to have something to do. Otherwise, I would just like to hear about your interests!

Secondly! Who is excited about the ball, and what are your plans for it~? I'd love to hear all about your plans! I'm feeling very excited~ Do you think love will bloom there?

[Cheryl is sitting on a bench in the park, looking vaguely uncomfortable and tense but she isn't trying to hide anymore like she had been doing for the last couple of days. The pamphlet from the greeting basket is on her lap but considering that she had pretty much memorized it over the last couple of days, she isn't reading it at the moment and is instead looking around for signs of life. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting kind of lonely out there.]

[Voice]

Alright...all of you [kinda awkwardly, she definitely isn't used to the idea of talking to a whole bunch of strangers through the communicator yet] I have a question. Just how dangerous is it out here? I mean, vampires? Really? And I'm pretty sure I saw someone flying around earlier. What kind of people [things?] are around here?

[Syaoran is sure that his mother would want him to continue his studies if he had the possibility to do so in prison... even the ones he doesn't really want to. He's already going to be in trouble once he tells her he's been in prison, not having accepted the fact that he's pretty much stuck here unless something out of his control happens, so maybe this will help to appease her slightly. So he is at the school, checking things out, beginning to make a mental list of classes he thinks he should take.]

[Wisely is being creative with markers and paper! He's working on something incredible. Once he's done he'll flick it on video and plaster the image to the screen. How else will Santa see it?!]

( IT'S A MASTERPIECE )

...Maybe I should add some more blood.

((ooc: both Wisely and I have terrible drawing skills so. the scribbled out part says Exorcists and the dead stick figures from left to right is lavi, allen, and kanda. lenalee you are too hard to draw. alma you are too moe.))

[ When the video feed begins, there is some loud music playing in the background. Something pop-y, which ceases when Jeanne sits down at her desk. How else is a mute woman supposed to get people's attention?

Despite the odd events of the day, she looks upbeat, and is holding a notepad in her hands. She turns it to the screen, so everyone can see what is written on it in permanent marker. ]

Hello! It looks like I don't have a voice today. Literally!

[ She looks as if she's laughs at that, but absolutely nothing is heard. Jeanne leaves it up for a few seconds, before flipping the page back to a new one with more writing on it. She does this a few times. ]

For those who need help, I can give some phrases in --
sign language. Just to get through today. For anyone --
who is curious, I hold a regular class on days ending --
in 3, 6, and 9. Please don't by shy and come by sometime!

[ There's a pause while she holds the corner of the page, hesitating on flipping to the next pages. Her expression falls, and she takes a deep breath. ]

If anyone else is looking for me, I'm going to be at the --
hospital the WHOLE day. Thank you. Be safe, everyone.

[ With that, she ends the feed and leaves her apartment, setting out with a bag of spare supplies to camp out at the hospital. Saya has to come for a transfusion sometime... right? ]

[Being blind is very undesired. Rayflo is used to have exceptional senses and more. Temporary or not, being blind sucks. So have a Rayflo who is sitting inside his house, relaxing on the couch--wearing sunglasses. Becauase he can.]

This is an experience I can say is the least enjoyable of everything since I've been here. But maybe that's just my opinion. We all have our dislikes.

So my fellow inmates, which of the little mishaps we've experienced since arriving would you say ranks the highest for you? Or should I say the "lowest"? [little shrug] Did one of them cause you more trouble than the others? I know several of you were here when the prison shut down for days, that must have been difficult. But I think many of us weren't.

[a little pause and then a smirk]

And Cherry, Daddy's going to make something real nice for dinner tonight. It will leave your mouth watering. [Just so you know you can't run, Cherry. Blind or not he'll find you.]

{OOC: Sticking a warning in here for slight, kind-of sexual content in the Cherry/Rayflo thread. Depends on how you look at it?}

[Either there was no sound or Duo had lost his ability to speak. Considering the situation, the latter was the most likely of the two. He flailed at the video a bit, looking very distressed. For a talker, losing speech was probably the worst thing ever.]

...[So he woke up this morning and found out he'd managed to sleep through an entire day. He didn't think he'd used that much energy. But, even so, Jun's voice doesn't really sound sleepy, just deadpan, and he's bored...bored, and a little bit curious.]

This is a bit of an odd question to ask out of the blue, but since everyone is from different worlds, what kind of music do you listen to? Well, if you listen to music at all.

[...That last sentence pains him, but he has to include it.] Also, is music an everyday part of life, or is it mostly just for special occasions?

[ooc: Tags will be slow, BUT I WILL GET THEM, GORRAMMIT. >:O I MEANS IT. Also, consider this blanket permission to threadjack all over this post if you should feel like it. Cheers.]

[He sent Yukiria out to get the eggs, milk, and whatever else they might need and Orihime will be there any minute. It's been weeks since they had anyone visit. Rayflo has been slipping. Maria looks adorable with a red ribbon tied around her neck, if he does say so himself.

Now, he just has to wonder if Cherry will be there.]

{OOC: Close to Orihime and Charley!}

If you were home right now, what's the first thing you'd do?

[For once, she might not be interested in trolling, and might be genuinely curious. Or, she might just be envious of those who have homes to return to. Either way, after last night, she's not moving an inch from her bedroom today.]

<sub>[All right, this snow business? It is not sitting well with Ashura. His home world is balmy, not a lick of snow. He knows what it is - can see it in the distant mountains, but it never got cold enough in his own lands to snow (and thank whatever gods there were for that). Needless to say he his woefully unprepared for this!

So he is currently in one of the clothing shops, peering at the different styles of clothing offered from footwear to jackets to scarves, and not particularly sure how to put together an ensemble so outside the realm of his usual robes. Because it was clearly time for a wardrobe change if this was to be the norm for a time. He could use his power to keep warm, but that is draining and he would rather save what power Acumen does allow him for emergencies.]</sub>

Does anyone have advice on appropriate clothing for this new weather?

_{[It is a tad embarrassing to ask, but better to ask for advice than to fumble about like a fool - a frozen fool at that.]}

*Starting the day off with a siren, then darkness (then a giant ball in the sky) then monsters? If he didn't know any better, Alucard would have sworn he'd woke up in Castlevania. He'd heard a lot of chatter about people trying to get to the shelter. He already lived there, so he decided the least he could do was keep the entrance clear from monsters.*

People in need of safety, get into the shelter! *The dhampir cracks off a hefty branch from a tree.* What I wouldn't give for my sword about now...


((OOC: Go harass a dhampir on your way to the shelter or go help him fight! Threadjack all you like.))

[Saya isn't sure why she went out today. Most of her was still trying to talk herself out of it, even as she peers, extra cautious, around a corner. She should be home, huddled up with Jeanne and a flashlight in a fort they'd make; but it was like... something was calling her.]

[And how idiotic was that. She really should get ba --]

[A growl behind her freezes Saya where she stands. Her head slowly turns against her will... to stare straight into the face of a lizard monster. The next moment she's running, reaching up to switch on her communicator:]

H-help! Someone...!

[She can feel the monsters on her heels as she sprints around a corner -- dead end. She turns and slowly backs herself into the wall as the lizards, three of them, creep ever closer.]


((OOC: Any one coming to Saya's aid, be warned that Saya will be turning all badass vamp once cornered... and depending on IC actions, she might attack her benefactor. Ping me on Saya's journal or AIM to discuss further if you want to put limits on that, I can totally work around 'no injury' clauses or the like!))

[It's quiet out tonight, at least, so Jun is in the park, staring up at the stars.]

Hey. I've got a question.

[He leans back, pausing before he speaks, but when he does, his tone is a bit demanding. He wants answers.]

Would you rather save ten other people at the cost of your own life, or save your own life at the cost of ten other people?

[He's not sure why he's asking. He would have died either way, and it was a lot more than ten, but no one needs to know that.]

[[ooc; If anyone wants to run into him at the park, that's fine, too.]]

[Charley is sitting at a table in the library surrounded by tall stacks of books on every religion he could find. He's currently flipping through one of the books and every once in awhile he pauses to write some notes in his notebook.

He hadn't been sleeping much lately and it showed. His hair is messy from him running his hand through it and his eyes are heavy from exhaustion with clear rings starting to appear around them. His originally crisp, white shirt is now wrinkled with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

He's dangerously close to falling asleep but just barely manages to stay awake. He wanted to be able to properly teach his class and that meant learning all the details of all the religions he could think of. The only problem is there are a great amount of religions. His stomach lets out a low growl and he can feel a familiar ache in his fangs. It had been awhile since his last feeding.]

If you were running the prison, what would you do differently?

[She's in the library, having taken up an entire small table with books, a few empty paper cups that were once filled with coffee, and a pad of yellow lined paper; she's been writing for a while. At her feet is a medium sized shopping bag, filled with everything she owns that's worth keeping -- which isn't much.]

[A voice calls out on the communicator, sounding shaky.]

The monsters are... back!

[Tsukasa sounds out of breath, like he's run a long way.]

I... they're in sector five, at least...

[He hisses in pain as he tries to dodge another raptor.]

Repth!

[He's running out of magic for healing, let alone attack spells...]