[The sight of Scar in the library is probably a bit odd to anyone else that happens to be there. He obviously doesn't know how to read; he's an animal and they don't have the ability to write, so why would he learn? He thinks the books are rather odd. They look like oddly shaped and colored leaves bound together by some strange object, and he spends a moment or two just staring at them with a look of disdain. He has no particular reason for being here. He's just wandering around, and wondering why everything seems to be meant for people.]

[Dressed and ready for her day, Yuuki walks silently along one of the many well-kept roads within the dome, her long hair trailing lightly behind her as it stirs in the smooth, light currents of the air. There's a parasol with her, but it's folded up and at her side, for the time being. Alone for once it's a rare sight. She rarely leaves the familiar property surrounding the manor unless within the company of someone else. Brown gaze wide and intent, she stares a little anxiously at her surroundings.

With her eyes casting furtively this way and that she forces herself to take a deep breath, before attempting to smooth away the troubled expression on her face. Nothing might really look out of place from a distance, or to a stranger, either. But she's obviously uncomfortable. She walks like this for a while, before a loud noise echoes off to her right. Visibly flinching, Yuuki pausing in the street. Turning toward the direction of the noise, a bot scurries past her and she quickly realizes that it is nothing more than one of the computer created robots going about their daily business. Inhaling a little shakily, her small fingers reflexively curl into her skirt, before she squeezes her eyes shut, head tilting down.]

This is just foolish.

[ Now that he has the dictionaries, he's gotten himself situated at one of the picnic tables in the park. The table itself is covered with sheets of paper with funny, blocky writing on them, in various stages of completion. There's also an inkwell with a fountain pen, positioned beneath a little paper tent so it doesn't dry out in the sun. One of the dictionaries -- with more kooky writing in it -- is opened to a section, all waiting to be used.

And amid all of this, Lavi should be working on his translations. Everything's ready, perfectly placed to begin!

But he's fast asleep, head resting on one arm, the other dangling at his side. ]

[The video flicks on to show a lion, looking extremely angry. He had listened very well to the welcome message, and was, to say the least - not pleased with what he heard. His words aren't really directed at anyone - he's almost muttering to himself, hoping someone would hear and oblige.]

What is this?-- Where am I? I need to-- I need to go, if this really is a prison. I can’t stay here. There are things I need to do, there are things I have to do...

So, [his face falls from anger to pure sadness.] please. Let me leave.

In case anyone is wondering, there weren't any monsters of any sort last night. Although there were some fireworks in Sector 6... I'm sure nothing significant.

[Drollness and lies. But he has noticed Rolo on the names of disappeared people, so his spirits have had a bonus lift.]

Still no one coming forward to claim credit for the antics the night before yesterday. That's unusual. Typically that's the kind of action committed by a type that enjoys bragging. [he'd know; he's technically in that group]

[ooc: Orange is Minako and purple is Miranda. :3 Both girls will respond to tags! unless Miranda dies of embarrassment ]

[all you can hear is first is this persistent - banging noise. As if someone's trying to break down a door knocking on a door.]

Mirandaaaa, come out! Please please please?

[Then the video turns on and Minako winks at the screen. She doesn't say anything though - she just puts a finger to her lips. ]

A-All right! J-Just...ummm...let me...

[tapping her feet impatiently!!!]

O-O-Okay, umm...I'm coming out...but I r-really think this isn't my size...

[And Miranda slowly pokes her head out behind the door to the changing room.]

Don't hide! Let me see!

[ Clearly Miranda wants to do anything but that, but she pushes open the door all the way reluctantly. The outfit she's wearing is something that the timid Miranda would probably never ever wear in her life - but it looks stunning on her anyway. The two-piece suit fits her tightly, clinging to her bust and her thighs.]

Th-There...see? I-It's very...

[And she gets automatically cut off by Minako's squeal of approval.] There! It's perfect! You look great Miranda!

[ then she turns and smiles at the screen. ADDRESSING ALL WHO'S WATCHING]  Right??

[A lot of roaring can be heard of the the communicator. It's loud and occasionaly sounds pained, but for the most part it's just angry. Scar is fighting off a pack of raptors and while he was able to hold his own against the first few, he's quickly loosing energy.]

[He takes a bite out of one of them, and swallows it as easily as he would any other animal, ignoring the bad taste it leaves in his mouth. He has more important things to worry about as another one comes up to him from the side and scratches him across the face, just missing his eye.]

[More roaring, only this time it's mostly all pained this time. Scar is loosing this fight fast. He needs help. Anybody wanna be the one that gives it?]

[The bonfire going in Sector 6 is guarded by sentinels, but the area is decorated with orange and blue tents and laid out with good food, many of it toasted or hot. The flames are enchanted and cool, and they get extinguished if they're taken outside the boundaries of the little camp, but there is actually have a rich, spicy alcoholic beverage being served there, so try to have fun with that instead. (No, it will not make you breathe fire.)

[The bleachers and benches here offer the best view of the fireworks just starting to go off as the sky darkens...]


((posted slightly early, but hey, starting Friday we're going to have monsters, SO, if you don't plan to play with the monsters -- or if you do -- have some fun here! post a comment, and then comment amongst yourselves~))

( Creepy video ahoy! )

((ooc: Possible trigger if you are a big fan of dogs. Or animals. Also note no 'puppies' are hurt in the making of this post.))

[The events of last night are of no concern to this one. He doesn't care that people were probably hurt, and he's glad that part of the prison was destroyed. He's only upset that he missed what may have been interesting to watch.

So instead of dwelling on those events, he's somehow found his way to the butterfly pavillion. There's no particular reason he's here, and he's not doing much of anything except lying there and eyeing the butterflies with a not so friendly expression, and without a distraction from his bordem, it may not be long until he decides they'd make a very nice lunch.]

Sarabi!

[The video feed is on and the more-than-likely unexpected image of a lion with a black mane appears on the screen. The welcome basket and communicator are lying somewhere across the floor from him, and he has a less than amused expression on his face. In fact, he appears furious at someone, and is mumbling rather violent and explicit ways of punishing someone, presumably the one he was just yelling for.

After a moment or two he looks around, his rage being slightly replaced by confusion as he waits for the person he called for to come. He’s only now realizing the change in scenery and walks over to the communicator and brochure he’s thrown away, trying to find some form of explanation. When he finds it, his expression becomes even angrier and the throws himself to the ground in frustration, lying on his stomach with his paws crossed in front of him. The communicator is also replaced, so that he'll be understood when he speaks although his words are laced with sarcasm and malice.]

Oh, goody, just what I need after putting up with those idiots. What next? Is Mufasa going to come and deliver my punishment? Or even better, maybe it’ll be Simba!