[If Kitty had written a to do list for today it probably would not have included having shower sex with Reid this morning or crying for the first time in a long time after running into Tyki. It would have included picking up more cigarettes though, so that's what she's doing now. She wants to have several on her way over to Reid's place since she knows his place isn't exactly smoking friendly.

You burn down one bar and you get a reputation...]

(OOC: Feel free to catch her in the store or just out smoking. And since I'm addicted to picking out her outfits for some reason. She's wearing this.

WARNING: Sexual content in first Reid thread.)

Just look at you guys, all bright eyed bushy tailed. How are you, Marina?

[ The brightest smiley face you've ever seen on a guy~ ]

I realized I missed newbie day and thought that there's something missing from the Welcome Baskets. [ With that, he holds up a flyer -- ] You know how you're kinda given a heads up with the brochure that tells you about our Wardens who can play around the space-time continuum? Well some kind soul thought that isn't enough so we have this helpful little pamphlet here: "Death Buddies and You"!

[ Then holds up both of his hands as if to stop protests. ] Now now, we're not here to make fun of dead people, just to make sure that people know what they're facing here. I'm no specialist, but if you've got questions I'll do my best to answer. We're handing these out around Sector 0 near the Shelter so inmates old and new are welcome to 'em.

[ Two girls, a brunette and a blonde wave from behind him. ]

Now, for the rules! Rule number one ... [ He then proceeds to read off the rules and after the last rule. ] Not too complicated is it? Well, we're here the whole day so come on down~


(( OOC: Gabriel will mostly be answering network posts, but he has minimally bent the reality around Sector 0 and thus have "Sugar" and "Spice" walk around handing flyers out. So if you tag action, one of the girls will come talk to you :3 ))

[Sometimes, a bedroom wall just isn't enough.

With Garcia arriving, Reid feels the pressing need to rearrange his notes. Parts of his notes. The parts pertaining to the nature of Marina and multi-dimensional mumbo-jumbo and all the other things he's tried to wrap his head around ever since he arrived. There's a lot of them, and his apartment is only so big and either way he wouldn't be entirely comfortable presenting this to her in such a disjointed mess of scribbles. It's not the way they do things.

And this is why he's at the library for most of the afternoon and a good chunk of the evening, straightening out hastily scribbled thought processes and following cross-references and what else there is he could be doing with this mess of paper. Feel free to bother him or spy on him or remind him that food is definitely a thing that should happen eventually, cause he won't remember!]

--There, that wasn't too hard. A simple device really. Functional and easy to use.

From my understanding this place is an Asylum, which we have been transported to for various reasons that may or may not apply as actual crimes that deserve incareation. However, the architect suggests otherwise. Hardly a prison or asylum by the proper definition. I admit it is curious, but it matters not. The answer will eventually allow itself to be revealed, through a series of interwoven events. Like a story. Only a matter of time before the page that reveals the answer is turned. But, I wonder if any of you will be satisified when that page is turned and you are told the truth.

That aside, I wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of a conversation. You being the one who is observing me over this network. Of course I wonder how many of you will be new to me? I am already aware of nine existences that I recognize fully and to expand that would be a very great honor.

Don't worry about being bored. I am known to be an excellent conversationalist.

[ooc: before answering please fill out this permission post because it will be important regarding his omniscience which has no restrictions in the asylum. I won't be able to answer your tag your character back until you fill this out.]

[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]

[She's been avoiding the Defense Force headquarters and avoiding the bars which works out since she can't actually go into them. And with the temperature drop and the snow out, she's avoiding the outside too. Instead she's sitting on her bed picking apart the insides of a computer, and making adjustments to it.]

You know, your private posts are a lot easier to hack into than they should be, but you really don't say anything all that entertaining in them either.


( OOC )

[Anyone who happens to be wandering around out by the Park today may find a certain canine-esque figure curled up under a tree, fast asleep, covered in a light dusting of white powder. Judging by the way he's laying, he kind of just...flopped there, and it wasn't exactly a planned napping session.

Jack Noir's energy has just about been expended on attempting to maintain this form through the ring on his finger (which is conveniently hidden under his body where it can't be snatched). It also appears that he has a rather nasty dog bite wound on the back of his neck that's mostly clotted over in its strange...carapacian fashion. Anyone who can't spot his rising and falling chest might mistake him for dead.

After all, how many times do you see something that's been stabbed straight through the chest actually still be alive?]

[It's early, but that is just as it should be. It is not as if he slept during the night. He no longer has need for it.]

[Voice]

There will be an exam today for those attending the physical defense course. Bring a blunt weapon of your choice from the recreational center or one will be selected for you. [he pauses for a moment, thoughtful] Perhaps it should have been mentioned before today, but if you are not prepared as you are now, you would not have been any more prepared with advanced warning.

This is a prompt opportunity to observe for those who are interested in taking the course.

( Let us assess what you have learned )

{OOC: Please remember to label your threads Before, During, or After and make it clear if you character is just observing the class. You decide whether your character has passed the exam or not and which role they take as the attacker or defender. Mingling with other students is highly encouraged. Volunteer demonstrators are more than welcome.}

[hey, it's Flynn! and it's time for Flynn's I miss my dog hour]

[he's already had breakfast, done his jogging, gone through his practice forms, and now he's ended up in the pet cafe, again, playing with one of the puppies. it has been kind of a depressing day so far, so he came here to cheer himself up, but wouldn't you know it? it's just got him thinking about different melancholy things]

[and he just can't help himself but turn on the communicator]

It feels like a lot of people here have adopted animals. I see them out and about all the time. ...How many of you have pets back home?


((ooc: If you want to have caught him earlier in his routine, that's fine too!))

( Waking the Dead )

How odd. I would have expected such a thing to be more...moving. I take it no one else has undergone such a drastic change in the past night.

[His eyes are red, the color of the Sharingan that he has even taken for granted, but around them is nothing but black. The first sign that something is Not Right with Itachi. Besides the fact he looks five years older and as if he's the walking dead. Which he now is.]

Kitty...I believe my current wardrobe no longer suits me.

[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.

There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.



Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.]

If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.

[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.]

I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.]



((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.

If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))

[Roy is out and about, walking through the park, and thinking of catching something to eat. But for now it's nice to just get some "sun" and be outdoors. He's been penned up inside planes and safehouses and doing Jason's bidding since they were at the resort, and it was a while before that in prison. It's nice to stretch his legs without worrying about getting attacked by supernatural monsters or wearing a restraint.]

Well, this has been an eventful morning.

Completely off-topic though, does anyone want to tell me about this Defense Force? Is it all Acumen-sponsored and all, or just a ragtag group of semi-superheroes? Inquiring minds want to know.

[Yes, he's already encountered the bots. And no, he doesn't care. In fact, he looks pretty cheerful.]


[private to Jason Todd]

So, Jaybird. I think there's a few things we need to talk about mano a mano, you know what I mean? Mostly because Kori is one of the topics, besides getting out and the bird population. Want to grab something to eat later?

[/private]


[OOC: I missed the kiss planning post due to being ill, so I'm opening this up for anyone who wants a whim kiss from Roy! He's actually pretty good at it, and he has nothing to lose and doesn't really care much. XD If you'd rather me tag a post of yours either on the comm or at the mingle, please leave a link in the OOC thread!]

[There was a time when Sesshoumaru claimed that Tenseiga meant nothing to him. He carried it not for its worth, but for duty's sake alone, a son fulfilling his father's last decree despite the insult he felt such an inheritance represented. For a long time, now, his views on the matter have changed. Tenseiga is not only an heirloom, not only a literal piece of the great demon whom Sesshoumaru hoped one day to surpass, who held his son's admiration and obedience despite everything Sesshoumaru said and did that seemed to indicate otherwise. It is now representative of the path Sesshoumaru walked to find his own strength and place in the world as a great demon in own right. Without Tenseiga, Sesshoumaru would never have learned the lessons necessary for the birth of Bakusaiga, the sword created from his own power and not his fathers. Without Tenseiga, Rin would never have come into Sesshoumaru's life. Without Tenseiga, Sesshoumaru would never have learned the final lesson his father had tried so hard to teach him: that one finds one's true strength when one has something to protect.

Sesshoumaru wants Tenseiga back, and he is willing to go to great lengths to have it.]

I would speak with those who have knowledge of the Defense Force.

[His tone is as demanding as ever, his expression as cold, and he speaks not as someone potentially petitiioning to join the force, but with the assurance and expectation of obedience belonging to a general. He is a lord, even without his lands, and if he should join the Defense Force, he expects to do so under his terms. There is little room for compromise in his mind.]

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[ The video opens up on a woman looking somewhere between frightened and angered. Definitely conflicted between the two. The only thing really keeping her sane right now is the fact that she woke up near the koi pond, and the last thing she wants to do is destroy such a pretty place she's found herself surrounded in.

Oh. And the threat of her powers being stripped. ]

Does this 'Acumen' possess the capabilities to strip a person of their basic genetics? [ She questions now, looking a little upset.

She sighs and the anger falters a bit into what almost looks like fear before it's gone. Coldness instead. ]

My imprisonment is a mistake. [ Not claiming innocence but...


She adds this a bit softer now. ]

Where is the sun?

( action )

[voice]

[it's a strong attempt at being blank and completely devoid of emotion, but her voice ends up sounding very quiet, as of she doesn't want to be heard.] How strong do you have to be to kill someone?

Card game tonight. Devil's Compass. We don't have money so you might want to dress in layers. [Were you just invited? Was this supposed to be private to someone? Am I asking questions that won't be answered?]

[Also, if you're nearby you just saw her walk through that tree without looking up. Alarming.]

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[The sound of a wet thump begins the video, turned on as its owner's head hits the ground hard. Kisame lays crumpled at the foot of the Guardian Sapling, clothing torn to shreds and clinging to him only by virtue of being soaked to the skin and covered with blood. His eyes are feverishly bright, wide and blazing with a triumphantly manic energy, sharp teeth bared in a feral, almost psychotic grin as bloody bile bubbles out between them with each breath.

For several long minutes, he simply lies where he's fallen, evidently content simply to wait. It's only when there's no fresh pain, no gore-darkened water seething with sharks, no shouting Konoha-nin that he's snapped out of his daze, that he even realizes that something is wrong. He slowly lifts a hand to touch his stomach and chest, probing for injury; his fingers skim over nothing but thick, jagged crescents of scar tissue, looking like nothing so much as though he'd been surrounded from every which way, torn apart, and eaten alive. The wounds should obviously have been more than fatal, nothing that could possibly have been survived to leave such marks, even with Samehada's help.

Even so, even as brutalized as he looks now, there isn't a single fresh scratch on him. Kisame lifts a shaking hand to scrub his eyes clear and take a good look around, obviously bewildered to the point of near-incomprehension.]

What.....?

[He isn't quite sure how it came to this, but he is in the convenience store walking down an isle he had never intended to use. Clinging stubbornly to his shoulder in a precarious yet graceful balance of weight and determination is a small black cat. She is a tiny thing and yet she has refused to release in the pet cafe. Her resilience was so obvious that he stopped trying to make her.

This is a very odd situation. A week ago he would have refused her easily. But for some reason in the course of his conversation with the man at the pet cafe and the kitten's refusal to leave him be thereafter...he gave in.

He should probably find himself more pathetic than he does. Give him time and he most likely will.

And that is how he finds himself at the convenience store collecting supplies for a small kitten and then returning to his residence, all the while not sure what he is doing and why this little black animal is intent on remaining with him. Cats choose their keepers, but why this one chose him is beyond his comprehension.]

{OOC: Do not ask me how this happened, it just...happened. Feel free to run into him at the store, on his way home, or when he gets there if there is a reason for you to be at his house.}