Excuse me-- [She smiles into the camera, a bright and innocent smile.]

I know it's a little rude to ask, and you don't have to answer me if you wouldn't like, but could you tell me about the person you love?

It’s to my understanding that I’ve been imprisoned in this facility. I can’t say I necessarily agree with the reasoning or methods, however... [There’s a pause, and a very quiet sigh.] I also understand that there’s little I can do at this time to fairly argue my case. I’ve read all provided information that was left here for me; whoever it is that provided this basket, I thank you. It’s already very helpful and greatly appreciated.

[There’s a small pause, as she considers the proper way to approach this next part.] Since I’m to believe this will be broadcasted to those who are here, an introduction is in order. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. Prior to arriving, I was in the middle of some important matters, most of which I presume I cannot resolve under the circumstances. However, if I was brought to this facility unjustly, I can only guess that others, some of whom I might know, are here as well. That being said, if any of you copy, please respond to me. I’d like to further discuss this as soon as possible.

Thank you for your time. [Displeased, but she cuts the feed abruptly. She’s going to carry about until she gets any sort of response.]

[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]

Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.

[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]

Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.

This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.

... You won't like me when I'm whining.

[the video feed clicks on to show what looks like a very determined, disgruntled individual. He's frowning at the screen, before he opens his mouth, letting out a loud, resounding--]

Objection! What evidence do you have that I committed any of these crimes? I don't remember being properly charged or a proper trial taking place! You-- you can't just ignore procedure and-- anyway, a life sentence for those crimes? That's ridiculous!

--and I don't even have children! [he sounds almost plaintive; some could say... whiny? for the final sentence.]

--I demand a retrial!

Hey -- hello? What is this? [she looks around, confused] I was right in the middle of something very important! [she picks up the pamphlet nearby, and starts to read is as quick as she can] This isn't a very good -- prison? But I just did this already! [unintelligible sound of OUTRAGE] And just who are you calling a threat to humanity!? [frantically reading the pamphlet as she speaks. not good not good.

this is. well. she snaps her attention back to the camera, eyes narrow] You can't keep me here! I've escaped from one of these before, y'know, and it was underground that time! [she sticks her tongue out. JUST YOU WAIT, ACUMEN, SHE'LL SHOW YOU.

well, maybe later. she's run out of steam. she screws the paper up and chucks the stupid thing behind her, before she sinks to the ground, head down to her knees and her hands tangled in her hair. defeated for the moment] ...I could really do with a hug right now.

I've had my curiosity piqued.

Is there a definition of 'persona' that I have not been privy to my entire existence, that somehow pertains to green skies and is a large secret of some form? A large and ill-kept secret, it seems.

[She's taking a break from other research and reading, so for once, she's not back in the stacks of the heavier sciences; instead, there's an unusually quiet and calm eight-year-old girl browsing the fiction section.]

[She's currently browsing around the fantasy section, with a couple romance novels tucked under on arm.]

[Feel free to disturb!]

[Yes, they are awfully thick books for a second-grader.]

[A certain thief has been fairly quietly recently... for good reasons, at least in his mind. His first week in Marina had been spent scourging the facility to the best of his abilities, searching for weaknesses in security, exits, entrances, anything he could take advantage of to get out of here. All of this work, of course, required staying up past any decent hour, which meant our little thief had been getting little to no sleep.

And without the slightest bit of progress to show for his work, too.

This afternoon, around dinner time, those in Sector 5 who may be craving ramen can find said thief... passed out with his head resting on the bar, a bowl of steaming noodles on one side of him and an open book on the other. He's shed most of disguise at this point (the jacket, the tie, the hat, the cape), but the rest of it remains, including that pesky monocle (which you won't get him to remove how many times you ask. He looks completely dead to the world as he sleeps, but knowing this guy? He's probably more aware of his surroundings than you might think.

Do you poke the sleeping thief? Steal his ramen? Or his book? Take your pick.]

((Toooo avoid timeline confusion, first tagger can wake him up, while subsequent taggers will just find him awake and chilling at the ramen stand, reading his book :|b))

[After thinking through whether or not it was a good idea for quite a bit, she finally decides that this would be a good way to find some things out - especially with the situation between herself and Minato. It would also allow her to uncover some other possible Persona users. After all, if there are other people here from her version of Japan as well, it could be possible for such a thing to exist? Especially since they seem to come from her future, after all.]

[Audio feed clicks on, for her to get just a single question in:]

What does the word 'Persona' mean to you?

[Here's hoping this doesn't end up with too negative an outcome.]

[Conan's making the rounds of the dome, trying to work around the rolling blackouts. He wants to have an accurate mental image of everywhere; maps are useful, but they don't tell you what the people are like, or whether there's a hiding spot between this bush and that bench, or exactly how many steps there are in a building. These are things he needs to know if he's going to have any luck dealing with the real criminals in here.]

[He's currently enjoying the gardens of section 4; he doesn't plan on spending too much time here, since it'll require a more thorough exploration than he can give it right now if he wants to get to the rest of the sections today. But it's a nice place, and he's debating picking up something for lunch to eat while he's here.]

[And for every five people flipping out over being in prison, have a little girl sitting and eating jellybeans.] I lose Be~rn... Now I'm in pri~son... Worst of all~......

Is this headset! It's completely wrong! Can I get this in pink?! How does anyone expect the <cute> and <perfect> me to not match. Such an inhumane punishment, right?

[POUT POUT. Nomming more jellybeans while kicking her legs. And some people might recognize that metal clanking... And just as calmly.]

So... Anyone feel like cutting my leg off~? ♪

Um... hello everyone!

[It's taken Conan a little while to pull himself together enough to post this -- his first reaction at arriving was a mix of sheer incredulity at his 'crimes', and slowly growing anger at the malfunctional AI which brought him here.

Also at the chain and ball attached to his ankle. He's a detective, not a criminal. He chases and catches the bad guys! By what stretch of the imagination does he have any reason for being in here??

But he's a little calmer now, and able to pull up the trusty kiddie act to cover his real emotions.]

Could someone help me? I'm not really sure what's going on, and this place is very strange! Is everyone here really criminals?

Valentines Day is in two days. Does everyone remember the date auction we had last time? Now that was really fun. [REMEMBER WHEN SHE SOLD YOU ALL? AND PROFITED?]

I think I lost my voice after for a couple of days, ha. It doesn't look like we'll have another date auction this year by yours truly - sorry! - but I still encourage everyone to go on dates~ After all~ when you go on a date, you help save the environment! [lmao shut up this is totally true]

What do you think? Gentleman, ladies?

[See Ryoji's grinning face.

See the camera do a quick cursory pan of their apartment and down to... one [1] sleeping Minato, an uncapped marker held dangerously close to his face.]

He'd make a good bunny as long as he doesn't wake up.

Or maybe a clown-- [tapping the other end of the marker against his own chin in thought.]

[it's good that Orihime is alive, but she's useless. Lelouch is very aware of the fact that his plans revolved around her being able to repeat what she did the first time Euphemia was in this state. he can't wait. so it's time for a backup plan]


[VOICE / encrypted private to CHIBIUSA]
Chibiusa...? Are you available?


[VOICE / SO VERY OPEN]
Does anyone here play chess? I've found that a game or two really helps to clear the mind. Perhaps a match in the park, if there's anyone willing and interested.

--With apologies to PM and WV. [as it occurs to him belatedly. should've filtered, but he was distracted]


[and he can be found in the park just outside his house, with a custom-made chess set arranged over a board, playing both sides and brooding until he has company]

Okay! So I have two days to learn how to make awesome chocolates!

Yes, I know it's not really the custom, but I don't caaaare.~

Who wants to teach me? I promise I'll be a really good student!

So... it seems there's a group of boys who don't want to let girls into the clubhouse.

[ airily ]

Well, then. Who'd like to form a Host Club staffed by women? Welcoming male and female customers, of course.

[Saguru can clearly be seen on screen in his normal suit, with two buckets behind him and a mysterious cooler next to him. Given there's some food ingredients next to the buckets, like vanilla, some people might jump to a logical conclusion that someone is making ice cream. They would be correct. He's clearly in the shelter common room!]

If anyone else is interested, I'm making homemade ice cream after it was pointed out to me that this area is sorely lacking in such. I'm prepared to make vanilla, but if anyone has any other preferences, just head over with whatever flavourings you'd like, some ice and two buckets.

Kamui, head over whenever you feel like it; it's a little tiresome on the arms to do it alone.

Hello lovely denizens of Marina, I am Tamaki Suoh and I would like to inform all of our newcomers of the Host Club which I founded! It is a club which makes use of a man's good looks and talents to please the beautiful women who visit us! And if that simply isn't enough to entice you to join us, I would also like to point out that this is a marvelous way of meeting new people. You will gain the opportunity to learn more about those you already know and form new friendships with others who you haven't met yet!

As king and president of this extraordinary club, I will be more than happy to answer any and all of the questions you may have for me about this so please don't hesitate to ask!

[Light, airy giggling is heard as the camera steadies itself, finally settling on an image of Anew, sitting on the floor of the pet cafe with what looks to be a rabbit of some kind in her lap, wriggling happily. Anew is positively enthralled; it's so adorable!]

Pardon me, but -- does anyone know what sort of animal this is? [the little guy looks up at her and wrinkles up its nose, as if sniffing, then nuzzles into her hands. D'aww!]

Lyle, can we keep it?