[A distressed audio message comes into play across the network. Accidental or intentional, whoever is on the other line seems to have turned it on in the middle of something.]

... Terrible, terrible, terrible... As of late, people had been accusing me at random for various crimes. Shopkeepers accusing me of market espionage for carrying a notebook into the store, women accusing me of being a pervert for using a camera at the beach, policemen accusing me of premeditated murder after evesdropping in on a conversation about American cinema...

[A brief pause in the rambling; the dramatic change in pose on the other end is almost audible. For some reason, he doesn’t seem to realize that it’s not a video feed, and it’s as if this is how he’d normally talk.]

But I never expected it to come to this! Now, even the computers are accusing me of being a criminal!

[Another brief pause as Nozomu reverts to a more sober tone.]

It’s such a terrible, terrible world where the belief that people are fundamentally good has been erased from the minds of a paranoid public that suspects everyone of being a criminal. It has even reached the point where they’ve developed machines that automatically accuse people of being criminals!

[Yet another brief pause. Three, two, one...]

I’m in despair! This pseudo-futuristic nightmare society where machines can imprison people at a whim has left me IN DESPAIR!!

Well, since I’m most likely on death row for crimes that I may-or-may-not have actually committed, I might as well just kill myself.

HAPPY INTERGALACTIC BUTTER DAY!

Anyone interested in breakfast prepared by a human?

I believe in particular I owe shio ramen to Joshua Kiryu, and Nina, I know you tend to forget about eating...

MY MEAT ANGEL! PRINCESS! I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU! Wherever you are, wherever you go, I am never too far behind!

[Thinks over what his welcome message said.]

OH CRAP! I'm in the wrong castle! This thingamajigger gave me some weird, subliminal message! I will find a way out to save you, my angel of delicious meats!

Okay, first, I have to figure out how to get out of here. I AM IN NEED SOME ASSISTANCE HERE! PLEASE COME FORTHWITH! We'll be the bestest friends forrrreveeeeer!

[Pauuuuuuuuuse. He's taking it all in.]

Just what the fuck is this?

[He's spent several minutes simply examining where he's ended up, and while he should know better than to ask, he will anyway.]

I don't suppose someone could explain to me why I have a ball and chain around my ankle, could they?

( leading up to the voice call... )

Good afternoon [the voice sounds light, peaceful, even a little curious], I am in need of some assistance. I am not quite certain how I have come to be here, but hope that someone will be able to provide me with more information about this facility.

[There's a moment of silence, as if he is distracted, or perhaps thinking to himself.]

Or even a guide perhaps? I would be most grateful to the person willing to facilitate me in becoming better acquainted with these new surroundings. The corridors all look the same, very hard to navigate through.

[Cheri awakens gently and slowly on a park bench. Her hand snags the communicator as she tries to tuck her long blonde locks behind her ear. Her attention is completely swallowed by the communicator for a moment.]

Criminal? Oh...how harsh for a lady. I- OH MY STARS!

[She is immediately distracted by the blooming flowers and simply MUST inspect them all. However, when she gets up to go over, she finds that she is restrained and nearly trips, sitting down hard on the bench. She stomps her heel a little, indignant.] Ohhhhh! When I find out who's done this- AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

[A very dramatic and distinctly damsel in distress scream echoes about the area. While pulling at the ankle cuff she notices she’s broken a fingernail somehow.]

Ohhh.... [She perches on the edge of the bench, just now noticing the ruffled state of her clothes and that her hair is in a bit of disarray and there’s even a run in her stockings. She begins sniffling.] How will I ever meet my one true love this way?

[She's arrived just as bathing is finished, and is unaware of the bots heading to her location to collect her for educational center time.]

[Kunou's travels have landed him in the park. No matter that he was seeking the training dojo, as advised by Emperor Fou-Lu, because a noble samurai must be aware of his surroundings, irrelevant to the destination.]

[Suddenly, his musings lead to a deduction! And he speaks, as is customary, aloud, thus notifying the entire facility of the results of his genius!]

...Having spent long hours in a quest to seek out a dojo in which I might welcome a solace from the trial that this experience hath inflected upon this great warrior, it occurs to me. How am I to train when I lack my trusty bokken? For it has been stolen, spirited away by the unseen entity who holds me in thrall! It is enough even to make my lion's heart weep, for a Master without his weapon is lost, adrift in the desolate wasteland without so much as a hope of rescue!

But I shall endure! Never fear my loves, for it taketh an act equal to the power of the gods themselves to deter the will of Tatewaki Kunou!

((OOC: yeah, he's talking to himself. Anyone who wants to be pontificated to death, have at!))

[Shallot was once again in the library. This time with a specific mission in mind. He had searched the library for as many books as he could find on artificial intelligence and related subjects. With the help of some of the bots, he got them organized into a few stacks.

Anyone in the library might notice the area on the floor where a small orange glasses-wearing bunny is intently reading a book rather large in size compared to him. To his left are a couple of the stacks of books mentioned earlier, each only two or three books high, just high enough that the rabbit could reach them when the time came. To the right are few more similar stacks of books.

The things in these books were quite unlike any of the books he had read back in Crescent Forest. There were many words that, even with the translator, he still didn't know what they meant... Shallot was pretty sure even Professor Hoot didn't have any books like these.

When it came to books Shallot was not one to give up. After procuring a dictionary he went back to work.]


((OOC: Anyone who wants to help with (or hinder) Shallot's research is welcome. Or if you just want to ask him what a rabbit is doing in the library, he might not like that that's okay too. :D ))

[Yes, another one.]

[Filtered from Larxene]

Everyone's being so mean to Sentience lately... it's not fair. I know we'd rather be at home, but there's a reason why he's doing this. And he's been really nice about it, too. I know I'd rather be here than in any prison back in my own world.

I noticed it's been almost a month since this "third generation" started, so I was thinking... Everyone, we should do something nice for Sentience, to show our appreciation. He'll especially need it after everyone's been so awful to him today. I was thinking of maybe a card... I'm not sure what he'd really like. Does anyone have any ideas?

[It's midday when Gokudera opens his eyes in Marina Asylum for the first time. As soon as he notices that he's not in his room at the Vongola base, he jackknifes in the bed he'd awakened in. The welcome message scrolling across the screen in front of his eye is scanned quickly, but being in prison is not his number one priority]

WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO THE TENTH?!

[Yuuki is standing in the kitchen, staring wide-eyed and innocently at a strange, very ugly and frightening concoction that seems to be boiling on top of the stove. It might slightly look like something is attempting to crawl out from inside of it. Don't worry though. There is nothing alive, yet.]

Mmm...I thought chocolate was supposed to always come out brown. Not green...

[She tilts her head to the side, a hand raised up to her mouth in thought as she stares at it in consideration. Before she gives a little shrug.]

Well chocolate is chocolate! [Hopeful and excited] I want it to be finished before he wakes up.

[a brash sounding female voice clicks on, clearly pretty pissed off about something] --This has gotta be the old man’s fault. Who else would think it’s funny to toss me into a weird place like this? Where the hell’d he get such a dumb idea from in the first place?! Another Chinese guidebook he picked up at the grocery store?! That old man ain’t got a nick of common sense in his damned skull… And splashin’ me with water first thing, too… Talk about a low blow, geez…

OKAY, POP. JOKE’S OVER, YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN, RIGHT? LEMME OUTTA HERE ALREADY! SINCE WHEN DO PRISONS TEACH YA MARTIAL ARTS TECHNIQUES, ANYWAY?! CAN WE JUST MOVE ON NOW? WE’RE GONNA MISS KASUMI’S DINNER!!

[Kafuka in Sector 4. She's covered in blood splatter. Her eyes are out of focus. And she's giggling.]

[She's just giggling.]

[There's a knife in her right hand, held loosely, blood dripping from the tip, falling to the ground in a small puddle.]

[She just can't stop laughing.]

I HAVE A LADDER.

[Kallen comes back from her shower in a pretty good mood. the effect is ruined when she opens the door to closet.

[nothing. not her Ashford uniform, neither of the outfits she got from the store...not even a bra.]

E-EHHHH?!

Th-this isn't funny.

AS SOON AS I FIND OUT WHO'S RESPONSIBLE, YOU'RE DEAD.

[There is a little light laughing when the feed begins.] This prison is nicer than most places I've seen. Interesting welcome gift too. It looks like it has a full translation system with audio and video output. How kind of our captor to want us to be able to communicate with each other. Just one big, happy family.

Good morning, criminals! It seems that the dolphins have returned to the viewing deck. I am told that many advanced lifeforms enjoy watching them play and cavort in the water, so you are all invited to do so.

Summer will be ending soon in many universes. Would you all be interested in more seasonal weather? Although the changing of the color of the trees may not be wise, I am positive that this system can manufacture and maintain snow.