[It took him a lot longer than it had before but it's done. And Gear sits back to happily stare at the little, oblonged robot beeping at him. The red light of the single camera flickers, almost like blinking.]

You know, as satisfying as it is to build things and know you did it right...when you're done, all you can ask yourself is: What next? And there's plenty of time to wonder around here. There is such thing as too much time, man.

[Is that some bitter-sweetness from one Gear? Maybe, but he has just the idea to fix this!]

So a question, everyone. What kind of things would you like to see in this place? Any machines Acumen hasn't built? Appliances that your world has that this place doesn't? Toys that would make this winter more fun? An automated snow-blower for your backyard? [He chuckles a little after the last part.]

[Super-genius with boredom, what madness may come of it?]

[Rogue is standing in the kitchen again. This time she's mixing things up in a bowl. She looks happy again.]

Since it's so cold out, I thought maybe I'd do breakfast again. I got cheese grits, bacon and warm cornbread today. There's also hot cider 'cause there's not a better way to start out a snowy day far as I'm concerned. There's plenty for everybody and don't be scared of the grits. They're good. There's coffee if you don't want the hot cider too.

Stop this AT ONCE!

[Anyone in the vicinity of Sector 6 may come across a very grumpy, dishevelled Davros. If they don't, they'd probably still be able to hear his outraged voice carrying for miles... Dragging his ball and chain behind him, attached to his Travel Machine, he looks to be on the edge of exploding with anger amongst the other new inmates being shovelled along towards their daily exercise.]

You will desist! I refuse to be treated in such a HRMNurkHIC!

[The tasers soon cause Davros to quiet down. At least until they reach their destination and are taken to perform their individually specified exercise routines around the athletic complex.]

You want me to do WHAT? Do you have any idea how demeaning that...

[The buzzing of tasers starting up soon causes Davros to remember his manners, who proceeds to lift his single arm up and down in a slow manner while wiggling his fingers one by one.]

This is humiliating...

[ooc: Anybody wanting to join in as new, restricted inmates either on the journey to Sector 6 or at the athletic complex itself please mention in your post which is your preference! Also, anyone who just wants to come along and laugh at/pity the silly mass murderer, feel free!]

Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt. Strange, though. He's too angry to notice that the pay is lasting longer than usual, and the cuts, simply, are not healing.]

You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]

[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]

((OOC: Sound familiar? Yeah, that's because Wolverine was here during the 4th wall, but he doesn't remember it at all~))

All of the love-dovey stuff is over now, right? Does that mean we can get back to our normal lives as convicted residents of this place? [So much dry humor in his tone.]

Don't tell me you people forgot how to have fun just because you're in prison.

AH HA! [You might hear subtle hints of things exploding in the background—small things! It's really more like popping. Nothing at all to concern yourself with!]

Now that the prototype is done, I'd like to—what was that phrasing again? Ah yes!—wish you all a Merry Christmas. My gifts for everyone should be making their way around.

((OOC: See this post for details on the randomized kissing couples and how Mistletoe-kun operates. Feel free to comment here directly to Anissina or to play out your random kissing—just make it clear in the subject please!))

Heeeeeelloooo everyyyyyone!

[Sakamoto waves over the video, although he is waving very sloppily in an up and down motion. It is obvious that he was drinking in the wee hours of the morning, and it is apparent that he is very drunk. It's also apparent that from the top it appears that he has nothing on. He is smiling, however, and seems pretty content, unaware of the raging headaches and wretchings that are sure to come later.]

Ahahahaha! It seems that I have lost my clothes somewhere, haha! It would be very helpful if I could find them, ahahaha! It's kind of... Really, really cold, haha! It seems I am missing my scarf as well! I've lost my red jacket, wooden geta, and my pants, haha!

I don't even have my shoes, hahaha! I can't seem to feel my toes, but I can't really seem to feel my brain either! Haha!

Eek, I must be the king of Canadia! That's a cold place, isn't it, ahahahaha! Where is it exactly though? What continent, haha, ahahahaha! I've heard of it soooooomewhere-

[And with that he accidentally cuts off the feed.]

((OOC: This is a reference of his body type? It makes no sense, I know.

...The reason that he is naked is because in his drunken stupor, he went to the showers to somehow wash his clothes but he left them there... And now he doesn't remember where they are.))

Good morning, criminals.

I need a way to get through the dome. I can swim very quickly and hold my breath for a long time, and the water pressure shouldn't bother me. If I make it to the surface, I can find land, and perhaps someone who can help.

Is there anyone who would be able to assist me?


((OOC: Also, Rosalie has gathered some bottles of water and put them in the common room, in case the water is next to go out. Thinking ahead is fun!))

... shouldn't it be light now?

Hey, not to step on anybody's feet, and not to suggest that rogue vampires are a police problem, but -- I've been thinking that if we want a better police force, we can just go ahead and make one. I checked with the AI and it said it would give us weapons and information.

I'm okay with doing the planning and organizing and the annoying part. So all I need to know is, who would be interested in lending a hand? Willing to get up in people's faces and take action if we had trouble?

[If anyone's got their communicators on or nearby at this ungodly hour, they'll hear the voice of a new arrival as he becomes aware of the change in scenery]

What-- No. No no no. I had it in my hand. I was touchin' the wrapper, for God's sake! Y'don't just take a man's goddamn Twinkie, okay? I've been fuckin' bustin' my balls for one for weeks and not only do I not get my Twinkie, but I get warped inta some underwater prison fer survivin'? No. That ain't right.

...Besides, I apologized about Bill Murray.

..."Criminal?"
Let me get this straight...

I get shot in the head, and I wake up in an underwater prison? [muttering] Even I couldn’t have predicted that one.

[There’s an audible SNIKT noise, like sharp metal sliding against metal, followed by a loud screech of metal refusing to yield to..more metal.] Adamantium chain? You gotta be kiddin’ me..

....I need a beer.