[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?}

((OOC: Backdated for very shortly after Spike's comments.))

[The video clicks on, and Lacus is watching the camera with a somber expression, which almost might seem out of place on her normally calm, smiling face.]

Good evening, Marina. The recent trouble has created some unrest, as one might expect from such a tragedy. [Anyone used to her light soprano voice might be surprised to hear her tone: lowered, with a distinct air of authority. Although there isn't even a hint of a command in her face or words, one can tell she is used to issuing them.]

However, we must not allow this to disrupt what many are already striving to create: somewhere safe where we may live together in peace. By not believing in each other, we only let ourselves, and each other, down.

If you find yourself blaming those who would only try to help us all, perhaps you might reconsider what you should be fighting against.

[Last night... had not been a good night. That was probably putting it mildly.

Dreams, so many dreams. Or was it one long dream? A chain of memories? He didn't know, and in retrospect it probably hardly mattered. It wasn't the first time these dreams had visited him either, not by a long shot. He'd dealt with them for years, especially after the initial death of.. no, no he couldn't even think the name. Everything was still to close, to vivid. He thought he'd mastered them, shoved them down so that even if he dreamed them he didn't remember them. It allowed him to function, to move on in his way.

But last night he had not been able to ignore them, to forget them. He woke with screams in his ears, the stench of fire in his nostrils, the ache of battle in his muscles, the sight of... him in his mind. It made his chest ache, made it hard to breath, to remain in that confining apartment, in that tiny room. He'd snatched his communicator and fled, not even properly dressed, still in his sleeping robes as he sat on the beach, listening to the waves and staring out at them without really seeing them, hair strewn about him messily from lack of a brush. His communicator merely sat in his lap, forgotten.

He felt... lost. So very, very lost.]

[ooc: Random, but this is from before his call to the DF.]

[Xellos is a bit closer than usual today, unable to resist the lure of delicious feelings swirling around among the population. You might run into him -- well, anywhere. He's an expert lurker, but today he has a mind to get right in your business. Especially if you happen to be a little... upset.]

[Nothing creates fear and doubt like the explained death of an inmate. Ah, exquisite. He can't resist stirring the pot a little, though, to see what comes to the surface. His tone is entirely light and playful~]

Oh, my. Seems that people had better be careful at night -- like the good little boys and girls you are~

((OOC: For anyone not already aware, Xellos feeds on negative feelings, and he's a little hungry today. Closed thread with Ashton will contain violence.))

[ACTION - OPEN]

[Set up at the beach there's a contained bonfire, and tables full of food. Around the area there are several grills set up for if people decide they want to make things to their particular liking. There are even a few watermelon! It can't be considered a beach party without a watermelon to break among friends. Games have been set up. There are volleyball nets so that people can participate in a friendly game, and a couple of beach balls. Prizes are set off to the side for those who would like to compete in sand castle designs or the games themselves, and there are goggles and underwater equipment for water polo and other festivities.

Come, eat a piece of cake, grill yourself a steak, swim, sing, dance, limbo, mingle, troll, build sandcastles and have fun!]

[Yuuri is going around the prison putting up very special flyers that he and Yuuki worked on last night. They are all unique, but they have the same basic design and text.]

( NO JERKS ALLOWED! )

(OOC: EDIT because I forgot and it's about to be moot...)

[Private to Wolfram]

Wolfram? Hey, it's me.

[Long pause.]

Yuuri.

Okay, you probably can't hear this because Conrad said your communicator was still broken. You should get that fixed.

Um... I just wanted to say hi.

Hi.

It's okay if you want to talk to me. Even if you just want to yell or something.

[Another long pause.]

Yuuki and I are having a party tonight. You should come. You like the beach, right? There will be games...

Okay, bye I guess.

[/End private]

[Not uncommonly, 'Vadum could be found in the training hall. However unlike most times when he came here to train he stood, back against one of the supporting posts about the inside of the hall. Arms crossed against his chest as he simply gazed out silently across the hall.

Lost in his thoughts as he stood there, on the goings on of dome, of the celebrations he had avoided in coming here and most particularly, his home.]

[ He doesn't live by himself anymore, but he doesn't really care. The kitten is clearly scared by the furniture crashing and breaking, but he doesn't really care about that, either. What he'd said to that idiot still held true; there was no escaping, and he'd never find Subaru, even if he did. Not unless... he made another pact with the Witch. An additional, infuriating thought on top of everything else. He is impotent, unable to protect the person closest to him -- possibly from himself, if that idiot was right.

So... all he can do it break things. ]

[In the convenience store, tentatively glancing out at the rain, is Sakura. She doesn't hate the rain, in fact she finds it lovely. Watching the rain just...brings some memories back to her. She's leaning heavily on the door frame, trying to take the weight off her right leg.]

[It's nice to see...and she drifts away in her own world for the time being.]

[Jun isn't feeling so good. It's not the storm, but he's had a little too much time to think. So he's gone to the educational center, where Acumen had told him there are violins. It's been a little while--he hasn't had much time, of late--but he doesn't think he's too rusty.

He picks up one, and begins to play. Occasionally he messes up--sometimes more obviously than others--and starts over again. From the beginning.

He'll do this all night, until it's right. Unless someone bothers him.]

[Bored.

Rayflo is so bored. He wants to do something, but Cherry is still restrained. And he doesn't know when he'll be released. Pooh He wants something to keep him occupied...

So he sits on the edge of a roof not far from shelter, reclining back as he looks up at the little fake stars on the ceiling.]

If you could live during any time period in your world, when would it be?

[what are filters to Sakura? She's wearing a pretty dress and carrying a picnic basket on her arm.]

Akito-kun! I made the cake - not only cake, I made lots of other things of course - are you ready? I'll meet you at the Butterfly Pavilion! Oh, and, if you want to invite Agito-kun and Kaito and anyone else - then you can do that too! I won't be bothered cause I think I made enough.

I'll see you there!

Oh, and Sakura-san, if you need any help doing anything then I'll help you. I'm not sure whether you found a place to stay yet so you can - um, oops I forgot - I hope you find one.

[ooc: Sakura is determined not to be overly depressed today! She won't let it affect her date time with Akito. lolol speak your mind kun.]

[The video comes into focus and reveals a young girl's face, pale and soft with big red eyes, framed by blonde hair. There is movement in the background - she is walking through a building, which some may recognize as the shelter. If one listens carefully, they can hear the sound of something very heavy being dragged with each step.

She is smiling, tremulously - a smile that movement might shatter, and she does not look directly into the camera. The audio feed cuts in during speech:]

--ama. O-nee-sama. O-nee-samaaa.

( Is this a game we're playing? )

... first it's shrinking, then zombies, an' now kidnapping.

Very funny, Komui. Tell Allen t'let me outta the Ark.

The hell is on my face...?

[Ammy is in a good mood! What does this mean? It means people she likes are getting pounced on, there are flowers blooming like CRAZY as she runs absolutely everywhere, and she's barking away every few seconds. Just because.

She's also prone to skidding to a stop at random moments and looking around an area. And then zooming off again if no one's there.

Play time~?]

[and the image flickers. Hello Marina, there is a very familiar person on the screen. The eyes though, they should be different. The eyes are cold and hard.]

This was not our agreement, Yuuko-san.

[and the video pans back to reveal a far older version of Sakura clothed in a dark black dress. There is blood caked in her hair and scattered across her chest. This doesn't seem to bother her, as she continues in clipped tones.]

I paid my price. I have given you my reputation as God's favored daughter. I have given you my right leg.

I was not supposed to be saved. [troubled now and the hard look slips a fraction. She presses one bloodstained hand to her heart.]

Please...let me go on to my world. I'm running out of time.