[Sakura's condition is not improving, and she slept through most of the day before as well. Kitty did not mention if she had awakened during the time he was gone.

Given how long she has gone without food, Itachi knows it won't be long before she begins to have nutritional deficiencies. He remembers how fast a child's metabolism can be. An IV will have to be used, and for that he must take her to the hospital.

Itachi would rather not have to take her to a place he cannot trust, but his responsibility overrides his reservations.

He wraps her in a thin blanket, and carries from the house, using the voice directions of the communicator to lead him in the direction of the hospital. His chakra is on alert, lightly floating on the surface to help him remain aware of anyone or anything that may come by without using his Sharingan.]

{OOC: Feel free to meet him on the road to the hospital or when he gets there?}

[She is waiting at a table in the café, her eyes focused somewhere on the table, distant and obviously distracted by her thoughts. Cornelia said she would meet Oliver here to talk, but she's not really in the talking mood. Not that she ever is. She leans her elbows on the table, sighing as she rests her forehead on one hand. Her mind is made up. She's going to talk to Euphie about the SAZ records. It's just a matter of finding the right time and not avoiding her younger sister any longer.]


[ooc: Obviously open, but I'm still kind of in 'away limbo' since I'll be on travel pretty much until the following Sunday.]

Good morning. Today is the 57th day of the third generation.

Criminals Kitty Pryde and Tyki Mikk, there are no exceptions to the ban on sexual activity. As such, you have been outfitted with a neck restraint for one week. Please keep regulations in mind from now on.

...On a more positive note, today coincides with the Easter holiday in some timelines. A service will be held at approximately 10:00 this morning, and will be led by inmate Allen Walker. Even those not of the Christian faith are welcome to attend and hear the message promoted.

Requests for the following inmates have arrived: Axel, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Lacus Clyne, Lavi, Princess Euphemia, and Rei Ayanami. You may receive them at the entrance to Sector 0.

Preparations for the small plant shop that inmate Setsuna Seiei suggested are underway. There will be a variety of plant life available from different worlds, but I will hear suggestions if any inmates desire something in particular.

[OOC note: The collars on Kitty and Tyki are impossible to phase through, and any physical contact with other inmates will result in a shock-- though nothing will happen if they phase through someone]

[Going for a quick swim in the pool wearing a new swimswuit. After a couple laps she pulls herself up onto the edge of the pool to make a little message.]

I gotta know. [Pause while she sloshes her feet in the water] How do you prove that you love somebody?

Sam doesn't say it, but, you know. I kinda got a feeling.

[You just hear a laugh when the audio kicks on. It's a hollow, joyless sound. There are also the sounds of glasses clinking and a drink being poured. You might recognize it as the club.]

It wasn't one of Apocalypse's forces who were always trying to kill us.

It wasn't some flatscan who hates me for not being human.

[Another laugh. This one—still joyless, but sounding a little unstable.]

It was the only man I've ever really loved. The person I trusted most. Do you know what trust gets you, kids?

[There are a few sounds of the communicator being adjusted and then the video kicks on. It isn't playing the current scene in the club though. It doesn't show Kitty who has already had too much too drink, or maybe not enough because she can still feel. It's playing a disc she got from Acumen today. It's what happened after the point she was taken from. There wasn't that much to it really. She watches as a huge man who appears to be made of metal rampages toward her. She blocks his way, trusting him to stop, because he'd never hurt her. No matter how crazed he'd become to get to his sister, he'd never hurt the one he loves...

Except he did.]

Trust gets you dead.

[The video and audio click off.]

[Oliver has worked most of the day to put the perfect settings for his second date with Cornelia. The archer had chosen to set up a cozier version of a drive-in movie theater. He had found a thick white sheet that he suspended from two close trees in the park. Much to his surprise, he had also been able to find a projector that could be connected to a DVD player. The movie he picked up was one he had seen not so long ago on the plane with the boys. It was an interesting historical, psychological thriller, with some funny yet intelligent lines. The romantic undertones of the movie were not too heavy and Oliver can’t help but chuckles lightly as he remembers the scene with the kitchen sink. It was an interesting way to wipe counters, he has to admit.

The rest of the day had been filled with finding the right kind of food. He smuggled a new bottle of red, this time a Cabernet Sauvignon from France, and found several refined cheeses to taste it with. Some fresh bread and grapes completed the plates on the blanket in front of the makeshift screen.

Now changed and dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark green (his lucky color) button up shirt with a black leather jacket thrown over it, he leans against a tree by the road, waiting for the purple haired princess to arrive.

He can’t deny that he’s partly nervous. He feels like this is his last chance to win Cornelia over]</font>

Good morning, criminals. I have read in Sentience's protocols that you were called "inmates" after a terminology argument was made that "criminals" was demoralizing. I have considered how to implement something similar. I agree with Sentience's theory that it might be reassuring to have reinforcement of good behavior, by using more familiar names for inmates who are better-behaved, and sterner references for inmates who are more problematic.

What would your opinions on this be?

Of course, nobility has had and will continue to have a distinct naming protocol. This question is for other criminals.

[At first there is just the distant sound of water running. Close, but still far enough away that what the sound could be from is hard to decipher.

It continues for some time before another sound filters in. Humming. Someone is humming a cheerful, light tune, but still this is only sound.

A light, scraping, screeching noise is heard the sound of something wet slapping against something hard and flat echoes. Slap. Slap. Scramble. Something is knocked over just as something else is moved. There is clatter.

Clack, Clack, Smack, Thunk. Click. The video comes on.

( Are you night owls ready for a show? )

{OOC: Was this an accidental post? Let your character be the judge~}

[Cornelia is somewhere near the athletic compound practicing her aim with her gun sword. There are several different target posts in front of her of varying distances that she has set up to serve as her own shooting range. While it would appear that she is lost in deep concentration, or perhaps it's just that she's still pissed off about her fail!date, she looks even more tense and unapproachable than usual. But IF there is something bothering her, it doesn't affect her aim. It's clear that she is very skilled with a gun.]


[ooc: My attempt at placing Corni in a situation where she 'might' have to be social. Please feel free to come and talk to her if you like guns, big breasts, or having a deadly weapon pointed in your character's face. XD

Note: Argh--sorry to those who already tagged this before I had to delete it. It's totally cool if you don't have time to tag again, but I wanted to say thanks for the first attempt~♥]

[After the disaster of his date with Cornelia, Oliver had spent the whole night on the beach, alone, until he had dragged himself back to the shelter when the artificial morning light had started to light up.  He had slept most of the day and after a quick dinner, he had walked back to the club, the only place he was certain he couldn't run into the purple haired princess.

And so he sits at a table, nursing a beer and his bruised ego.  The dart board is not too far from him and he keeps spinning one of the darts on the table.  He looks bored to death...]






[OOC notes: Please!!!  Feel free to come and poke him out of his grumpiness!!!  Ladies!  Come and be flirted with!  Gentlemen!  Come and bound with this poor sucker through the rite of getting drunk!  They can share battle stories and complain about women! XD]

[Lockon had spent what was left of his morning trying to get everything ready for the double-date. Oliver graciously volunteered to go pick up the sisters so that Lockon could finish prepping their table at the club. It was harder than he expected to plan an early dinner meal for four, much less when he had no idea what three of them actually preferred. So... he tried a little of everything. He didn't know if the sisters would appreciate any finger foods, so there were a couple of grilled trout presented, some potatoes  - fried, baked, and mashed; it was hard to choose! - and some simple steamed vegetables in a bowl on the side. The table also had a large green salad in a bowl, alongside a few types of dressings, and enough silverware to go around.]

[Despite the lateness of the evening, Oliver can be found jogging outside.  He had started with several laps around the shelter, but with the newly added stars to the dome, he feels like the park would be a better place to run and so he takes a sharp turn towards Sector 4.

He shadow-boxes from time to time, trying to keep in rhythm with his feet, focusing on his technique.  Anything to drown in his mind the memory of the gaze she gave him earlier that day, anything to untie the knots frustration had created in his muscles.

Oliver smirks slightly: this is the second her actions had sent him working out his frustration since the few days he's arrived here.]

[A podium and stage, decorated with pink and red, has been set up outside the shelter. Here's where the action happens...!]


[Everyone who wants to RP out their auction should make a comment here, describing what they're wearing and how they're feeling/acting in the comment. Don't say anything. You may optionally add context relative to the timing of the bidding, like mention that he's impatient for character X to go up, or is weirded out because character Y just bought someone else and she was supposed to buy him, or is anxious because she's the first one up there, etc.

[Then Minako responds with patter commentary, attempting to sell your character based on what she knows/has been told. She will put [Bidding] in the subject line. Respond to Minako's comments to bid. Just like in a real auction, the bid that is the highest or the fastest will be the one accepted!

[Please go up in increments of no more than 300 sentis at a time, and remember that 1500 sentis is a reasonable price for a date. Indicate in bold in brackets if you have OOC plans, like, "[He was confident he would win]" or "[She was starting to worry she didn't have enough cash]" or "[The thought of losing didn't even cross his mind]". It is common courtesy not to interfere with established plans; if you want to do something else, talk to the mun whose intentions interfere with yours.

[But try not to choreograph things too extensively. You have the right to decide what you want to happen to your character, but it's fun to let these things be spontaneous, and you don't have the right to tell other people their characters aren't allowed to do something IC just because it interferes with your extensively scripted plans.

[Minako will declare the winner of each auction, largely at her discretion, and then the bidding will be over.

[People may also start their own threads off the original comment with the biddee with subject lines like [Before the Bidding] or [After the Bidding] to interact with the person up for auction. Try not to do post-bidding threads until after the bidding is concluded -- for obvious reasons!]

[a rustle, a snap then-] HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!~ [the sparkles may not be your imagination and Minako beams into the camera]

Hey everyone!~ As all you cuties might very well know, and if you don't well now you do, today is the date auction! Sentience has given me and C.C. the authority to run this fantastical event and - of course - what's a fantastical event without some fantastical people to be there?

IN OTHER WORDS - [whips out a rather formidable LIST and waves it just long enough for you to glimpse at some of the names already written.] It's sign up time! Everyone who would like to be biddee please respond to this message, and your name will be added to the list.

Remember, for those who sign up there are some requirements. 1! You must come in costume or dress or something just very pretty. 2! Biddees are allowed to become bidders if they so choose to. 3! THE DATE MUST BE DONE.

[and here she gives a rather devious smile] Those on the list that are...less than enthused will get a friendly nudge from our very own captain of the defense force, Gino Weinberg~ And of course, anyone who would like to...volunteer others are welcome to do so! The event will be announced by Sentience later today!

Hope to see everyone there!~

( OOC )

[If you're walking through the park this evening you might notice a Kitty in a tree. Or she might notice you. Either way, after her unexpected torturing of and bonding with Allen earlier, she was feeling...thoughtful.]

[Anyone who comes wandering into the athletic complex, towards the back corner, will see Faith.]

[She's not lying around, of course not! Instead she's doing chin-ups - and hell is she good at them or what? She's too used to exercising in prison, after all she's done it a thousand times back home.]

[It's like a mind-numbing routine. It helps distract her. There were a lot of things she needed to be distracted from anyway.]

[Pauses at that thought, and Faith sort of hangs from the bar for a little while. Bother?

[Private to Gino Weinberg]

Mr. Weinberg?  I was told you're the man to contact about the defense force?

[If you're passing by Sector 4, you might see the face of an unhappy princess. She's sitting near the butterfly pavilion alone, and looking like she'll kill anyone who even tries to talk to her. She just can't sit in her room any longer. The air in there is stifling and the grotesque ears attached to her head keep twitching like an unwanted appendage. For perhaps the one hundredth time that day, she lifts a hand up to touch one and shudders.

She has fur. Fuchsia fur. Growing out of her head. What kind of horrible place is this? A ball and chain. CAT EARS?! And why must she be forced to think of something perverse in order to remove them? If she still had her gun-sword, she would have already sliced them off. She sighs, a low groan erupting in her throat as she does.]

I only have to endure this for one day.

[Shortly after the morning announcement, a video clicks on. Komui grins widely, looking quite pleased with himself.]

Ah, I see many of you have discovered my latest stroke of genius! [pointing at his own pair of twitching cat ears!] Adorable, aren't they? Even Anissina can't argue that. You can all thank me in turn~ Special thanks to our new friend Ritsuka for the inspiration and to Allen Walker for the idea! This is a prototype formula so they'll only last for a day or so but I'll work on a stronger formula for the future.

But oh, right, the important bit! [wagging a finger at the camera] This isn't all fun and games, you know. I need to see who's safe to be around Lenalee, so these are to keep all of you honest! Naughty thoughts make them fall off and expose you for the deviant you are, so keep your minds full of pure and clean things, boys and girls!

[seemingly to himself as the video pans away] I'll bet Lenalee looks so cute~

Good morning, criminals! It's a lovely, pleasant day with a warm atmosphere as in spring. I am considering making a slight drizzle this afternoon, to refresh the plantlife in the dome.

I have consulted with the Engineers regarding my emergency programming, and determined that changes were in order. I have now made it so that all systems and supplies will continue in the event that my awareness is sealed off from the facility for whatever reason. The recent incident will not happen again.

On an unrelated note, some of you have had your lifesigns altered slightly. Are you all alright?