[Setting up the field with cones, net of a couple of soccer balls to the side, Ken is just in the middle of his usual routine in doing some self-drills. Though since attending Neil's soccer class, he's been hankering to have others play too, and thus he recalled two people he needed to call...]

[Voice/Private]
Hey, Roxas! Vagabond! Uh... sorry for the short notice but, if you guys aren't busy today, care to join me for some soccer? Can't promise an all-out game but I can teach you basics.



(( OOC: Anyone is free to come over and play with Ken (or talk to him about your feelings too, he's a good listener |Db I think! Also pardon the lack of details as mun is nowhere as good as her muse when it comes to soccer. '''orz ))

[ Some time after practice, it was time to clean up. Midori had roped Touma into carrying a bunch of things for her to the bathhouse, so that she could relax there. Not that he minded, because one public shower was about as good as the next, so he went along with it. ]

I'll be on this side, alright? [ He called over his shoulder, taking his own towel and body wash into the main shower area, while Midori went off to change elsewhere for privacy's sake.

Touma was already tossing his towel over the top of one of the stalls, and pulling the shirt over his head, when he realized that someone was using one of the others. Blinking, he looked over in that direction as the water cut off and the door opened. ] Hey, I thought I said to use... the.... other... [ His expression froze as he continued to stare, unable to break his eyes away from what he saw. Oh, crap. ]

(ooc: It just isn't Touma without a walk-in every now and again. Whoops! Respective threads closed for Sasha (in the shower) and Rukia (changing room). Anything else is open to threadjacks from all participants, but if you want someone specific, put it in the subject? Thank you! ♥)

[ The feed turns on with a sickening crash, and you get the wonderful view of the wall and then the ground, as if someone had thrown the communicator. Footfalls, getting closer, the clinking of chains in time to the steps, and then the camera is picked up and flicked around to Masamune's shoulder and the wall behind him, only to begin shaking wildly. ] What the hell is this thing? [ It stops shaking and it's quiet for a while. ]

Hey. Where the fuck [ a ragged intake of breath, as if to calm himself, ] are my swords? [ a beat of silence in which he takes another few breaths to calm himself. It doesn't work. ] And I'm chained up, too. Tch.

[ silence again, and the communicator is coldly dropped to the floor, giving you a fine view of Masamune picking up the basket curiously, only to throw it on the ground and stomp on it the best he can with one foot chained. ]

((so Masamune is completely clueless with the communicator (and all technology, pretty much) since he's taken from 1467 to 1573, or around there, idk it's what the wiki says. bold is him talking in English.))

[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!

Ah, excuse me…

[There's a young man with dark hair covering half his face and a grey eye peering into the communicator.]

I read the pamphlet in the basket - thank you for that by the way - but I'm a little confused, still. Why was there no trial? That doesn't seem fair, somehow.

[Not that he would have really expected one, but he had to keep up appearances, right?]

Ah… but the cookies in the basket were very tasty. Thank you to whoever put those in there.

So...

Anyone having the allowed sex yet?

[She might just be legitimately curious complete with questions, but if most people take it as an attempt to troll then, hey, all the better.]

( Dangerous thoughts )

Excuse me. Excuse me. Please! I desperately need help! I'm trapped in the Defense Force's jail. [Yes, a jail within the prison!] I must get out! [It tugs at the heart, right? A damsel in distress!]

I have to kill all the Japanese! [Okay, maybe less now, but she isn't quite herself today.]

( OOC )

[Timid, shifting from hoof to hoof, a yellow pegasus with a beautiful pink mane looks nervous, fearful even, as she hides behind a rock, peeking out on occasion. The network device is sitting off to the side and slanted, as though obviously taken off. Shaking from head to hoof, you’d imagine that she’s cold, but the temperature outside isn’t bad. Voice trembling, it’s so quiet and faint that you have to struggle even just to hear it.]

Oh my a...a prison. Um...t-there must be a terrible mistake. You see...I don’t do very well with scary things, and criminals sound exceedingly frightening...

[Glancing around, swallowing thickly and voice lowering if ponally possible into a near squeak.]

Twilight Sparkle...? Rainbow Dash? This...i-isn’t a prank, is it _{Pinkie Pie...?}

[Soren is in the library, trying to balance a large stack of books as he makes his way over to a table. He stops for a second as he spots something else on a shelf that interests him. He looks at the book on the shelf, then to the books he has in hand, and back to the book on the shelf before deciding to go for it. Attempting to balance the pile onto one arm, Soren reaches up to the shelf and begins to remove the book. This shelf is somewhat full, however, and as he pulls the tome away from its position, the pile he's holding unbalances sending them all crashing to the floor.]

Damn..

[This would be so much easier if there weren't so many books about subjects he'd never even heard of before. Even so, it was better this way than if there had been no library at all. Just so long as the robots stayed away from him.]

[Ushiro slips into the house, trying to be quiet. He doesn't want to run into anyone, because he doesn't want to have to explain the bandages on his face. Tch… it was his own damn fault for throwing the first punch, but that doesn't make him any less angry.]

[Hopefully the others were still out doing… whatever it was they were doing.]

[[ooc; Open to housemates and whoever would be in the Bleach/Bokurano house. :Db]]

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.]

[OOC: SPAM MESSAGE HAS NO TRACE OF IZAYA'S HANDLE/NAME 8). Feel free, DF or otherwise, to respond to his lollerskates time/Itachi's SHAME or JUST IGNORE. AHHAHA AND BECAUSE I'M FAIL AND DIDN'T CLARIFY: Izaya messed with the computers in the education center and got them to send an email to everyone's communicators. THANKS MOD D8 ♥]

SENDER: Uchiha Itachi

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[here is an Orihime! she is in a hospital bed and has a bandage wrapped around her head; her arm is in a sling and she's kind of pale, her hair hanging loose. lost]

Where... Where am I? Does anyone know who I am...?


[--ehe, awkward smile]

Just kidding... I always wanted to get amnesia after a head wound like they do on TV... But I guess I didn't this time either.

Um-- I'm sorry if I worried anyone yesterday when I didn't get home! Toushirou-kun, Kuchiki-san, I hope you were able to find the house okay... If not, I'll definitely make sure you get there tonight.

I just woke up and heard that I missed the whole day. So I didn't really prepare anything for the sewing club meeting. Can anyone from the sewing club take care of that so everyone can still go?

Let's see... Oh! And I was in the shelter, I think, so -- thank you, whoever brought me here! [ducks her head in a little bowww]


[clicks the video off! but she will clearly be in this hospital room for any visitors~]

[It's early morning, and Ryu is already in the park, enjoying watching the dome light up.]

I've got a question… but I think I need an older person to answer it. Who's awake now?

[He's tired of feeling… not whole. He doesn't know how to try to be just himself… he's always just been incomplete.]

[[ooc; Action is open for the park, too! :3 ]]

[The video clicks on to a smiling face that should be familiar to most of the dome.]

Hello! I wonder if I could have everyone's attention.

[She tilts her head, looking fondly out into the video audience.] I need some help. You see, [She turns the device so that the shelter stairwell is visible and at the bottom is a redhead—twisted and lying limply.] Orihime is blocking the stairs, and I wouldn't want anyone to trip and get hurt! Could someone remove the body? Watch your step please!

Acumen took the gun I was using, but I still need to kill the rest of the Japanese here. So, if you're Japanese please go ahead and kill yourself or meet me by the koi pond. I'll drown everyone just as fast as I can.

Oh, I hope the fish don't mind.

( OOC )

[The picture of a short, black haired girl in a black kimono appears on the screen. From the blood and dirt covering her clothes it is rather obvious that she’s just come from a pretty bad fight, though she isn’t in any pain at the moment.]

My name is Rukia Kuchiki, I’m part of the 13th squad of the Gotei 13 under Captain Jūshirō Ukitake. Before arriving here I had been trying to get to a friend of mine, Inoue Orihime. If anyone is familiar with that name- please respond to this immediately.

And if there is any way to get this restraint removed I would like to know what that method is, as well.

[The video cuts on the sight of a boy with black hair on a perfectly normal-sized head and a trench-coat. It may be late at night, but nothing stands in the way of heroism!]

MY FELLOW HUMANS. Do not be alarmed, but there is a great danger here that you need to be made aware of. There are aliens among you! Not just any aliens! Like that troll alien. But one alien in particular who plans to destroy the Earth!

His name is ZIM and he is short and large red eyes and antennae. HE MAY BE ARMED AND DANGEROUS. Do not let him fool you into believing he is human! The green is not a skin condition.

...okay, I can get the whole being transported to another place thing. And I dig the fancy comms.

But dude, WHY is my shape-shifting so off? Not cool!

And where is everyone? I know you couldn't have just dumped me here on my own. There's always at least two of us on these things. Cyborg? Rob? Starfire? Heck, Raven?

Guys, where aaaaare you?

[The package is waiting when Saya returns from PM's party. She's in a better mood now, thanks to Ribbons and the festivities, and look, someone sent her something! And here she had just been telling PM that she hadn't used the mail. It wasn't marked, but surely the contents would give her a clue as to who sent it!]

[She tears into the package with gusto, so eager to see what someone had thought to send her! Already, she's planning to get some help writing a thank-you note, because this is just so unexpected. Ooh, is that something made of pink cloth? Maybe Josak made her something --]

[Her hand is shaking. She doesn't know why, or the reason for the sudden tightness in her chest, just for an old-style pink dress. Even if it is torn...]

[Saya blinks, and the dress is suddenly stained with blood and soot. She gasps, dropping it, but her mind floods with images: a corridor of red, then blue roses; a spreading pool of blood on the ground and then welling in her hand; everything burning all around her.]

[She grabs her head, activating her communicator.] No, don't! Please don't hurt them! N-NO!

[then, some pained moaning that crescendos into a terrified scream.]