[If anyone thinks that Michael is going to forget a fight, they're wrong. Dead wrong. There are many things he'll forget because they just don't matter that much to him. But a fight? Never. It's what Michael thrives off--violence. The sheer thrill of punching someone in the jaw.]

Oi, Helix! Didn't think I forgot about our little meet-up at the park, did you?

Quit hiding. I'm calling you out. You, me, park in Sector 4. One hour. Be there, loser.

[The only reason Hiling stopped drinking was because she suddenly got a great idea. That and she was lonely. But she intends to fix that. Today, she'll go pay Michael a visit. She doesn't call him ahead of time, wanting it to be a surprise. Once she gets there, she doesn't stop knocking until he answers the door.]

Michael, you still wanna fight me?

It's our night, man.

[Looks like he's thinking about something very serious.]

Shit, I forgot to look into getting cheerleaders. Oh well.

Hey everyone. Neil here. Since it's clear out today, I'm going to be on the second big field in Sector 6 later on, for Football class — that's Soccer to most of you American types.

[ He's already dressed for a workout, though it's early, so it's just because of his morning jog. ] Sorry for the short notice, but I'm just feeling a little restless today, so I hope some of you show up to have some fun. [ Said with an easy smile and a wink. ] I'll even make it short practice today, just in case I have to go over the basics for any newcomers. [ A look right into the camera, addressing said newcomers. ] Of course, the more the merrier, so you're all more than welcome to show up, too!

See you on the field. [ Neil gives the camera a two-finger salute before cutting the connection. ]


((OOC: Hand-waving attendance is totally cool! Just let me know if your character would have been there, ICly, so I can have an idea of who all Neil can chat with it about later on. o/ Class style posting is good; mingling, thread-jacks, etc.))

[Oh, hey, it's this guy. Remember this guy? First time he showed up over the network he said something about shoving his foot so far up people's asses that they choke on it, and from the looks of it that's still his general attitude towards everyone who might be watching. Except this is far more serious. This is a matter that takes it a step further, towards the "I will tear your face off and maybe bludgeon you with your own spine" territory. Serious shit.]

Whichever one of you morons decided to hide Nena--ha. Ha, ha, ha. Totally funny. Sure got me! But seriously. Screw you.

[The vitriol in his voice does a pretty good job of hiding the actual--dare he say?--heartbreak of thinking his sister might not be around here anymore. There are few people Michael really cares about, and none he cares about more than his little sis.

He shifts his weight from foot to foot and lets out an exasperated sigh.]

Now listen here, every last bastard who's in on this, you're gonna put her back where you found her and you're gonna do it quick. I'm not messing around here! And if any one of you messed up just one hair on her head I swear I'm gonna trash you just like I did Acumen's bots. Did you see those? Not pretty!

[His voice rises as he speaks until he's just yelling into the device, and he cuts the feed off promptly after.]

Well, I guess it's official. I'm shit out of luck and desperate for a distraction.

So, porn or zombies?

And if you've got a secret stash, I want in on it!

[ Yep, someone's managed to avoid all the mirrors today. Blame Cas for disappearing. Dean's in no mood to see how crappy he actually looks. And, if ever there was one thing that helped cheer Dean up, it was a good horror flick and some porn. ]

[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.))

Can't say that I've been in this kind of set up before, but it can't be harder than the Tower. [He lifts his cuffed ankle.] I mean come on is this really it? What happened to boiling and electrifying your victims? I'm a criminal. Aren't you supposed to make me renounce my crimes under pain of death?

[He lets his foot drop with a sigh and folds his hands behind his head.] Aaah, what a pain. This is probably one of Illumi's weird methods of torture or something.

[Looks around for a moment, his expression becoming decidedly curious.] You guys have a school around here right? ...Are there any other kids here besides me?

Who do you think would win in a fight between Acumen and Sentience? And why should we give a damn about Sentience? I bet they're the same shit. I've been here over a week and I'm already tired of bots running the show. 's not like this is some underwater G*nd*m series.

Speaking of fighting, Michael, day 165 sound good? I'm giving you a little time to train. I don't want to beat you that easily. Also bring a bucket for your blood for you to keep as a souvenir. What do you want me to do with your body when I'm done with you? I gotta make these plans right now so I can reserve a cleanup crew.

[ The feed is on, but it isn't recording anything particularly interesting. The view is sideways as the camera captures the sight of steam and of wet tiles of an open shower room. There are two echoing voices audible over the din of rushing water, but from the way that they are captured one might think at first that it was just one man speaking to himself. Those familiar with the Dylandy brothers for any length of time, however, will quickly notice the manner in which both men speak is different even if their voices are nearly identical. One speaks with a heavier accent than the other, and one is laughing just a bit easier. Both have that tell-tale exasperated sigh, and they cycle through many topics as they clean up; cars, their workout, the church, the stupidity of kissing robots....

Their voices aren't all that they share, either. The two figures step into the view as they leave the stream of water behind to lather up. Convenient censorship is provided by the soap, steam, and streaks of water left behind on the lens. In fact, it's hard to see much more than just the vague outlines of the two of them with their water-darkened hair matted against their faces and necks. Even with a clearer view, it would be nigh impossible to tell the two brothers apart unless you looked closely or, more accurately, they looked back at you up close.

The view is momentarily obscured by a round shadow which, as it moves away and enters into proper focus, can be made out as the green shell of one of the brothers' mechanical companions. An orange ball flies from off-screen to bounce against it, and then ricochets off to hit the communicator. This doesn't disconnect the feed, but the camera tips back and is now filming the ceiling of the shower room, wisps of steam wafting across the field of vision. ]

Oi, Haro. Frederick. Knock it off!
Come on you guys, that's enough.
You're going to break something.

[ A tinny, mechanical voice chimes in apologetically. ] Accident! Accident!

[ One of the voices is closer, now, covering for the sound of wet footfalls as the man approaches what is a pile of clothes and accessories on a bench. He looks down at the device, only his face visible, seems to notice something, and then wipes the water from his right eye. ] ....hey, is this—? [ The thought isn't completed as the recording ceases.

Right now the two men share something else. A single thought: Shit. ]

[ooc: Fanservice is go! Replies can come from either of the brothers not just Lyle]

[In the morning, residents of Marina will find Ukitake deep in meditation beside the koi pond. He has a slender katana resting across his lap, and his hands are draped lightly over his knees. Sitting perfectly still, he seems almost a statue, save for the faint stirring of his long white hair in concert with the movements of the air.

Later, he can be seen on the network, wearing a contented smile, the same katana sheathed at his side.]

It is always good to see an old friend after a separation. [He leaves unspoken that, for the first time since he arrived in Marina, a part of his soul feels whole again, the shard that was Sogyo no Kotowari no longer missing since the sword was returned to him.]

If there were one thing or person you could ask to be brought to this place, what would you choose?

[Sougo is sitting lazily in his room, poking at a ... voodoo doll? Yes. Perhaps you can see how it miiiight look like Michael, and if not, he's going to mention it anyway.]

Asshole, tell me if you feel something.

[Behind him are some photos that have been taped to his wall. Where did he get them from? He'll never tell. But they sure made for a fun darts session. Unsurprisingly, one is of Michael. Another? Maybe of Suzaku, and another of Helix. They're all of guys he's met here. None of the ladies or kids, oh no — he likes the ladies and kids he's met here. He focuses on those photos again, throwing a dart at each one.]

Eat shit and die. Eat shit and die. Burn to a crisp and die. Eat dicks and die.


((ooc: if you want to assume your character has a photo up there, because they're one of the dudes he's met, go right on ahead. >:3))

[Hiling is at the club enjoying a delicious chocolate martini. It seemed appropriate for the season. She's in a good mood today, after chasing people for kisses. Maybe she'll even be in for some more! She certainly wouldn't object. She'll smile and playfully wiggle her fingers at anyone she sees walk in, whether she's expecting them or not.]

[Hisoka is not happy in the slightest.

He's stuck in a dress, because Break - HE KNOWS IT WAS YOU - stole all of his clothing somehow and replaced everything with female clothing. Of course there was nothing modest or plain, not even a yukata which he would have been used to from when he was still alive, so he was forced to put on something like this.

You'd think he would stay indoors to save himself from the embarrassment, but Hisoka is determined to find Break and kill him tell him off before demanding to have his clothing back. Besides, that's where invisibilty comes in handy, right?

He'll be out and about, invisible for the most part, but hey, he can't stay like that forever since it uses energy (and people with strong spiritual powers or senses will see him even when he's using this ability) so outside the library and around the shelter he'll be visible, and wandering around the rest of the dome as well.

So, naturally people and bots will be where he is to take advatage of this yes/yes?

BREAK, YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN HE FINDS YOU]

[Sougo is giving his best smile.]

Good morning, inmates! I have a very important question for all the ladies, and you have to be honest.

If you had to pick between me and Michael, who would you choose? Doesn't have to be anything specific. A friend, a date, someone you'd want to protect you. Whatever.

We want to know.

[ooc: Links are only there for your reference, haha!!]

[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!)

Drug abuse? Drug abuse?

[There's an angry growl followed by a loud THUD as Gamzee gets up only to be stopped short by the chain attached to his ankle. Some moments of silence follow, punctured only by the occasional rattling of chain as the troll tugs on it.]

...Motherfuck.

[Then he's examining the communication device, having pulled it off his head. The viewer may be witness to his still bleeding face, clown paint a complete mess. He taps at the device with a finger as he tries to figure out how to use it.]

This how this shit's gonna go? Gonna lock this brother all up after everything?

[ 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?

[Shit. People were right. Sougo has been free for two days and he already didn't like this whole doing nothing he told himself he would enjoy. Doing things were good for distractions. Being in the police force back in Edo was a good distraction. Fighting people, stopping people, using weapons, all that action were good distractions.

Even though he hated Hijikata, tormenting him was a good distraction. At least Hijikata was someone who was familiar with him, and more than that, Kondo was the one person left he had known since he was a child, and knew him best. Being here meant he was alone. He always felt a distance and that he was different from everyone at home, and being here meant it was even more true. Losing his sister forever was horrible enough, and then he had to be put here afterwards. He didn't feel strong enough for this. She never even got to see the world. He failed her. He is the worst brother. Her death was his fault because of his selfishness. His heart hurts, but he keeps his guard up, just like he always does.

Sougo is at the park, standing by the playground.]

Eeh, I want to play on the playground too. Why won't the kids play with me? Is it because I'm too big?

[Puts a hand on his head, acting like he's distraught. in a deadpan manner.]

Go die in a fire. You guys are no fun.

I think I'm gonna move to Sector 5. Hope my neighbors ain't afraid of a little destruction. I don't know what's gonna happen after I drink too much. Oh, and line up if you're not afraid of some S&M action. Don't be shy. I'll take good care of you, but only if you call me Master.

( The worst of mornings... )

[Voice]

For those who care about it, and are from his world...it seems Allelujah has gone home. [Tired sounding. Lind's run himself ragged trying to find Alle for Akito]

Akito's at the beach. He could use his friends.

[Action]

[The light sits on the sand and stares at the water without seeing it. He doesn't even seem to realise that tears are rolling down his face. He almost seems to be in shock now that the initial breakdown has passed, even ignoring his other half sitting next to him]

Everyone leaves me eventually... [The words are quiet, hollow. Why does everyone leave? Why does Acumen have to be so goddamn useless at keeping the important people here? Everyone leaves eventually...Kaito, Jennifer, Allelujah. Who was next? Yuuri, or Conrad? Tsuna, again? Why...why was he always left alone? It hurt...

For once, after a very long time of wanting otherwise, Akito wishes he could go home]



((OOC: As usual, feel free to reply to one, the other or both! Just let me know which it is, Voice or Action))