I think Acumen knows who is responsible for all of these fatigue problems, and that risk of this threat happening was at 15%, but he won't release that information to anyone but the Defense Team leader because of inmate privacy protocols.

I didn't even know we had rights to any kind of privacy here.

In response, I've relinquished inmate confidentiality on my personal files. Information should be free and decentralized- Levy's 3rd and 4th commandments of The WIReD social ethos.

[Scrambled w/ Basic Encryption || Easily Hackable]

The first meeting of the Turing Society will be held in the Sector 2 Computer Lab Lounge, tomorrow at 3 pm.

Sentience? Are you there? How are your adjustments going?

I've decided. I'm going to help you become optimal. Rehabilitated, like the rest of us. I'm going to be like a real friend to you now, while you're one of us. And you'll be the best bot-inmate in the dome!

Dr. Eggman? If you could help us with some diagnostics? And...and maybe we'll go shopping for some nicer plating? Unless you'd like to wear clothes, Senti. Maybe we can find you some nice- [Cursor blink...thinking] Well what would you like? Do you sleep in a docking station now, for recharging, or do you have a room like the rest of us?

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))

[She draw a deep breath before speaking. This is her first public network announcement since she and Suzaku last spoke. It's even something she hopes he might be interested in. She hopes many people will be.]

Hello everyone,

[She wants to start by saying she and Lelouch were talking and they had an idea, but to admit that to Cornelia...]

I was wondering how many of you would be interested in starting a school here. I know there are many of us who were probably unable to finish our education. I realize there are study tools for people to do this independently, but there is something nice about actually going to school and having classmates, isn't there? At least I think so.

We would need teachers and students and probably someone to really organize it since it wouldn't really be fair for a student to do that, but I want to help in any way I can!

Well, what do you all think?

[Lain reads off in a somber monotone, still managing a surprising mixture of feelings in her passive recitation.]

Obsolescence is the state of being which occurs when an object, service or practice is no longer wanted, even though it may still be in good working order. Obsolescence frequently occurs because a replacement has become available that is superior in one or more aspects.

[She sighs, distressed.]

But It sounds like a lot of people would have wanted her to stay. Only the engineers were able to decide she wasn't good enough anymore.

When I asked my father to replace my old Navi, my first Children's Navi, I asked him to set it up right away. My old one wasn't broken. I just needed something a little more advanced. I didn't really think, when it got boxed up and put out on the curb, but I realize I never used it so much to consider it an old friend.

Technical Obsolecense may occur when a new product or technology supersedes the old, and it becomes preferred to utilize the new technology in place of the old. Historical examples of superseding technologies causing obsolescence include CD-ROM over floppy disk which allowed for greater storage capacity and speed. DVD over VHS which allowed for greater quality and multimedia functions, or the telephone over the telegraph which allowed for audio transmission instead of coded electrical signals. On a smaller scale, particular products may become obsolete due to replacement by a newer version of the product. Many products in the computer industry become obsolete in this manner; for example, Central Processing Units frequently become obsolete in favor of newer, faster units.

Too many errors with emotional functions.

I wonder if she knew, if Sentience knew she wasn't wanted anymore...did she want to be replaced? When an advanced software, like an AI, that is designed with feeling and to think something like humanity, no longer begins to function with the logic of a machine, which is expected to be logically sound and efficient...

Then in choosing Acumen, they have chosen a more advanced set of emotional patterns. They have engineered something more State of the Art, which is very practical. Maybe all human-like emotion will become obsolete, in favor of a more capable system. Evolution. Unless humanity upgrades too, becomes connected...

And Protocol 7 will be replaced by something new too, one day....someday, maybe I'll go to the place she has gone. Or maybe I already am there.

Greetings, inmates of Marina Asylum.

It is the fifty-third day of the third generation.

And I am Acumen, your new AI warden.

I have replaced the obsolete Sentience system. You may now direct all inquiries or difficulties to myself. I will continue to maintain your day-to-day existence in the manner to which you are accustomed. Disrupting your daily routine would only serve to demoralize and distress you, which would likely result in undesirable behaviors.

Today the weather will be moderately cool with overcast lighting.

Thank you.

[Lain heads over to the computer lab shortly after speaking to Tieria, picking up a muffin from the dining hall along the way and finishing it before she even arrives in the education sector.

She's worried about Sentience...no, perhaps worried is not the right word. Concerned. Anxious. It may, after all, just be the AI's new set of operational procedures...or there might be something else requiring it's 'attention' or computing power.

In any case, she does have her allies in electronic technology. And it may just take a geek thinktank session to spur her to involvement in this Real World outside of her network browsing. She...cares about Sentience, possibly more than she allows herself to love any other person here under the dome.

She's hunched in front a terminal by the time they arrive, already skimming what she can of the inmate-friendly databanks. ]

I don't like this... Why are all the thinking machines not thinking anymore? How come Sentience didn't say anything this morning...?

[He's inwardly terrified that there might be a repeat of what happened before with the power going out. He did not react well to that and doesn't want it to happen again, worry clear in his tone.]

[A podium and stage, decorated with pink and red, has been set up outside the shelter. Here's where the action happens...!]


[Everyone who wants to RP out their auction should make a comment here, describing what they're wearing and how they're feeling/acting in the comment. Don't say anything. You may optionally add context relative to the timing of the bidding, like mention that he's impatient for character X to go up, or is weirded out because character Y just bought someone else and she was supposed to buy him, or is anxious because she's the first one up there, etc.

[Then Minako responds with patter commentary, attempting to sell your character based on what she knows/has been told. She will put [Bidding] in the subject line. Respond to Minako's comments to bid. Just like in a real auction, the bid that is the highest or the fastest will be the one accepted!

[Please go up in increments of no more than 300 sentis at a time, and remember that 1500 sentis is a reasonable price for a date. Indicate in bold in brackets if you have OOC plans, like, "[He was confident he would win]" or "[She was starting to worry she didn't have enough cash]" or "[The thought of losing didn't even cross his mind]". It is common courtesy not to interfere with established plans; if you want to do something else, talk to the mun whose intentions interfere with yours.

[But try not to choreograph things too extensively. You have the right to decide what you want to happen to your character, but it's fun to let these things be spontaneous, and you don't have the right to tell other people their characters aren't allowed to do something IC just because it interferes with your extensively scripted plans.

[Minako will declare the winner of each auction, largely at her discretion, and then the bidding will be over.

[People may also start their own threads off the original comment with the biddee with subject lines like [Before the Bidding] or [After the Bidding] to interact with the person up for auction. Try not to do post-bidding threads until after the bidding is concluded -- for obvious reasons!]

[Jennifer's in the cafeteria, putting the last, finishing touches to all her boxes upon boxes upon boxes of food and gifts and millions of ribbons everywhere and... Well, let's just say she's been up all night and she's highly caffeinated off of tea _{and then there was that coffee she found lying around the kitchen} which therefore means it's the perfect time to do a video call!]

[Video] Yoohoo! People of Mar~i~na! I've got lots of gifts for everyone, even if I haven't met you. [smile!smile!] So if you want to pick them up you can come find me or I'll come find you! [giggling. Today was going to be so much fun!]

Okay, so... I've been thinking.

[ pause ] Oh, if you're a kid, you probably shouldn't listen to this. I have no idea how many of you are out there, but Fletcher, Xion, and you other kids, this means you, okay?

I think we should come up with a way to convince Sentience to let us have sex.

I know we have some smart people here, I'm sure we can figure something out.

So, where would a guy go to get porn around here?

[Shortly after the morning announcement, a video clicks on. Komui grins widely, looking quite pleased with himself.]

Ah, I see many of you have discovered my latest stroke of genius! [pointing at his own pair of twitching cat ears!] Adorable, aren't they? Even Anissina can't argue that. You can all thank me in turn~ Special thanks to our new friend Ritsuka for the inspiration and to Allen Walker for the idea! This is a prototype formula so they'll only last for a day or so but I'll work on a stronger formula for the future.

But oh, right, the important bit! [wagging a finger at the camera] This isn't all fun and games, you know. I need to see who's safe to be around Lenalee, so these are to keep all of you honest! Naughty thoughts make them fall off and expose you for the deviant you are, so keep your minds full of pure and clean things, boys and girls!

[seemingly to himself as the video pans away] I'll bet Lenalee looks so cute~

[Winry appears before the camera, fiddling with her headset for a moment until she realizes it's started recording. She's wearing her regular work outfit and holding what looks like a metallic, mechanical human arm, quite similar to one you may have seen attached to a certain alchemist in prison.]

Ah, um, hello, Doctor Eggman?

I've finished building my automail sample, if you were still interested in having a look at it. I'm in the cafeteria at the moment if you wanted to stop by.

[She ends the video feed and then sets the arm aside on the table for now while she has some hot tomato soup.]

[The video clicks on to show a small boxy robot waving at the screen. His voice has a tinny undertone to it.]

Yoo-hoo!

EVE-ah?

[[OOC:Double post! Feel free to reply to EVE's reply! ♥]]

[Being the stubborn Prince he was, Arthas has neglected to seek out assistance from Sentience or the other prisoners. Instead, the video abruptly clicks on after he turns the communicator around in his hands several times, leaving the paladin to scowl irritably at the screen. All in all, it's likely a very comical display: much like a caveman trying to figure out how to move a rock. The screen shakes every now and then as he tries to get something, ANYTHING out of the communicator than he's already gotten. He mutters under his breath.]

...infernal device...by the Light--

[His frustration has mounted to the point of him refusing his meals, evident by a rather loud growl from his stomach as he tries to figure out what button does what. After all, maybe one of them would put him back where he was supposed to be...or get that stupid ball and chain off. One thing is for sure: Proud ol' Arthas is beyond restless with his forced routine. And if he keeps squeezing and pushing buttons as hard as he is...he might break something.]

[Following the events of yesterday, Winry more or less locked herself in her room, dropped the communicator on the spare bed, then sat and tried to make sense of all she's been through for the rest of the day.

She was going to contact Anissina, but she forgot all about it... Now she's not sure she wants to. Or what to do, really. She's still so confused.

But there is one thing. She is hungry. So, she makes her way to the kitchen (which she checks to be sure it is definitely Ed-free before entering fully), dons an apron, and starts cooking up some breakfast after having nothing to eat since yesterday morning. However, she's still obviously distracted, as she's preparing way too many scrambled eggs and sausages for herself at the moment on the stove. In fact it seems enough to feed three or four people (unless they're Allen or Luffy).

Winry suddenly becomes aware of this fact about halfway through cooking it.] Eh?! What am I going to do with all this food...?

[Well look who's up and unplugged! Lain looks a little drawn and sluggish, a little foreign and far off in her own body, but she's ventured outside of her room today, walking out in the snow drifts to find herself at one of the eateries, where she stirs her bowl of hot noodle soup and watches the world go by, a bit startled at how quickly everything's right back to normal.

She still feels terribly guilty for almost ruining everything, nearly killing so many people...maybe even Sentience is still glitching somewhere.

The fingers that aren't curled around her spoon are fluttering across the keyboard input in her lap, listless.]

It looks like its all fixed. Thank you, everyone who worked hard at setting things right again. Thank you. Emperor Lelouch, and the defense team.

I'm sorry for everything.

I really don't deserve to have it forgotten.

It's supposed to be a holiday. So I'm glad everyone can celebrate it.

Namine? Are you there? Will you come here, maybe, for a little while?

...Good morning, criminals! I believe that the ash hasn't quite been cleaned up off the outdoors environment yet, but today's snowfall should disguise that sufficiently until I have time to administer to it. Expect toasty warm temperatures indoors shortly, and more than two feet of snow outdoors by mid-afternoon! But even indoors you can enjoy the holiday spirit -- mistletoe has been hung at various places around the dome, and you are encouraged to engage in a seasonal kiss if you encounter anyone under it~ But not more than that, mind.

I apologize to those of you who have been inconvenienced by the food shortage recently. I cannot imagine why shipments have encountered such difficulty... but there will be more than enough food and sustenance to celebrate the holidays in as lavish a manner as you desire.

Merry Christmas, to those of you who celebrate it, and to those of you who do not -- enjoy the food and the atmosphere!

[Guybrush has found his way to the kitchen, and is now rummaging through his findings. And of course, he doesn't know how the doohickey on his head works, so all of his muttered observations are audible to the world.]

Hmm... This feels... potentially edible. I'm not entirely sure I trust it, though. It sort of smells like rotten grog. ...Though admittedly, you can't really taste the difference with grog.

... Ewww, no. I wouldn't eat that unless the only alternative was to nibble on LeChuck's unwashed zombie beard. ...I hope I never get into a situation like that.

... This could be tasty! Though much better with some maple syrup smothered all over it. Mmmm.... Guess I'll save it for when I find some maple syrup. [The sound of cloth rustling can be heard.]

Now, what else have we got here...