[It's a nice day, unlike yesterday's storms, so Conrad has taken his cats out for a bit of playtime in the park. Also in tow is Wolfram's bearbee, who he picked up in the now-empty room that his brother and Yuuri had shared.]

[His voice message is not filtered, part of him hoping that Yuuri will want to come and meet them too. It's not like the two of them to fight for this long. Or perhaps Julia might hear it...]

Wolfram, I have your bearbee for you; we're in the park, if you'd like to meet. It's becoming quite fond of the cats.

[Accidental Voice | Action]

[Holding a hand to her temple, it appears as though Mikuru is concentrating deeply, her cute brows scrunched up in a mixture of consternation and focus. She remains like that for a long while, before giving a short defeated sigh.] There has to be some sort of communication...[Her shoulders slump a little and she sounds frustrated.] Especially when the technology here itself feels all too primitive.

[Obviously troubled, she appears downcast, but her small hands clench into determined fists. If this computer appears to know so much, doesn't it realize just what sort of fire it is playing with? She's failing miserably. But if she can't somehow...do something about their current situation, then certainly there is nothing but a bleak future. It's too important that things go according to plan. There is no way her superiors would allow something like this to happen. At the very least she would be briefed by now.]

Oh...was this recording? [Suddenly panicking her eyes widen and she flails. She hasn't said anything she shouldn't be has she? Swallowing nervously, she tries to remember. In any event, this is important.]

[Video]

[A beautiful young girl with reddish brown hair comes into view of the camera. She's pretty, with an innocent air to her.]

Um...um...! I have...a question for everyone. Actually, it's more than one. Oh! For those who are unfamiliar with me, my name is Mikuru Asahina, by the way. [Wringing her hands anxiously, her doe-like eyes glance up innocently into the camera lens.] I was wondering if anyone here knows of a way in which to communicate with individuals from home? If that is at all possible within this facility. As well as...I've heard that people have disappeared and returned to this dome on occasion. Some however have disappeared all together, though...

[She takes a small breath.]

If it's not too much trouble...could you please explain to me those instances...and whatever information you might remember or know regarding them?

[the communicator is flicked on. The voice coming out on the end is rather excited for a newly arrived prisoner.]

1.609 kilometers-! That's amazing, there isn't any kind of deep-sea technology back home that can recreate a city beneath the water's surface. And by that I'm sure that I'm not on Earth anymore – this must be an another planet, or an entirely different dimension altogether...what's this?

[She pauses as she fiddles with the communicator, switching it to the video function easily.]

Oh, so it really is a communicator... Hello! My name is Ami Mizuno. Is anyone else there?

[In the park there are several benches set up almost like pews in a church, white and decorated with flowers at the edges and along the backs. Instead of two sedate columns with rows of benches pointing towards some dais, the benches are in rows facing each other, and in the center of the aisle between them is a long table with a substantive buffet of brunch food: colorful red eggs, fruit salads, muffins and rolls, glazed ham...

[The buffet table is extremely distracting. Allen is dressed in his full black-and-red uniform with a cloak and the Rose Cross worn over it; he keeps glancing at the buffet table as he stands right -- temptingly -- in front of it so that everyone can see him, with occasional glances down at his book to make sure he remembers his lines.]


Thus we give thanks and glory unto you, Father, and glory to the Christos, and glory to the blessed Virgin who bore him...


[He is trying not to rush, but he is mentally censoring out optional parts of the ritual to more quickly get to the eating part.]


((ooc: Event post! Feel free to post a comment here establishing what your character is doing during or after the ceremony, and other people will thread with you, or you can comment to someone else's comment~!))

[Don't be surprised. It's video, as per usual. His gaze is down cast, in fact, he doesn't once look up at the camera. There's a small cough before he readies himself to speak, but nothing alarming. It's a common occurrence, some may be aware by now, to see Yoite coughing.]

The library. [Pause. A moment of consideration, but never ever looking at the camera.] There's one here, isn't there? Some people have mentioned it. What sort of- [considering, again. He's never been inside a library before.]

The books there. Tell me about them.

[The AI of the prison warden had been replaced...she hadn't had anything to do with Sentience, but listening to the peoples' reactions to the new development...they had liked Sentience. Some were even desperate to get it back.

Data that was deleted could be reconfigured...she knew that. Gatomon was a Digimon, after all. When they died, the data would just be reconfigured...

But this has made her uneasy. Enough to wander around and let her guard down a little. She really needed information...but she wasn't sure how to go about it. So instead she wanders, thinking]

Greetings, inmates of Marina Asylum.

It is the fifty-third day of the third generation.

And I am Acumen, your new AI warden.

I have replaced the obsolete Sentience system. You may now direct all inquiries or difficulties to myself. I will continue to maintain your day-to-day existence in the manner to which you are accustomed. Disrupting your daily routine would only serve to demoralize and distress you, which would likely result in undesirable behaviors.

Today the weather will be moderately cool with overcast lighting.

Thank you.

[One step. Another step. One step. Another step.

He's not even going to bother searching for a room, there is no point in finding one when he is not going to be able to sleep. He had let anger get the worst out of him and he was now paying the consequences of his actions. If he hadn't been so impulsive, his communicator wouldn't have broken, and he'd be able to call Sora.

If he hadn't been so emotional, he wouldn't have said those things. But he couldn't help himself. The moment he saw Yuuri all that welled up anger just exploded inside him. He doesn't regret it, he had wanted to find an excuse to stop seeing that black haired boy; the faster Wolfram would forget Yuuri as a romantic interest, the better for both of them. However, he does regrets having involved Conrad and worst of all, having offended their King with words that Wolfram was well aware would affect Conrad.

Yet he didn't hesitate to say them out loud.

His feet are dragging against the soft grass. No, he is not tired. The blond is sore, empty, lost. If only... he had place to go to. He has no right to feel sadness or anger, after all it was his fault he had single-handedly pushed away every single person he treasured.

He is the only one to be blamed.

Walking amidst the blinding darkness is both annoying and dangerous. Sitting down, he hugs his legs and lets his face rest atop of them.]

Location: Somewhere around sector 4

{ooc: If someone is awake and nearby, please feel free to poke the emo kid.}

EDIT: {ooc 2: Even though he broke his communicator, the communicator didn't recieved that much damage. So, let's assume that Wolf's communicator is still able to translate for him. All the other functions- Ability to follow network announcements, map, etc etc- are gone until he's able to get a new communicator from Senti.}

warning: depressed loli ahead!

[Sakura. Wants to fly.

She wished that she could summon her Fly card, soar over the tops of the buildings, and just feel that wind. Maybe - just maybe feeling that breeze would dry the tears that were...

Tears?]

Eh...I guess my name really is Tears...heh...[and she'll retreat quietly to the corner of the park. and have a little sob to herself. Sad Sakura has been trying to stick it out, but an 11 year old really can't go so long without yearning for her family. ;;]

So many options...

[Johnny is not pleased that his new friend Sentience has decided to disappear--from the sound of some of the people on the network it's not normal and leads to bad things--and since he didn't have his coffin sleeping wasn't that easy. So he's awake and currently in Sector 4 looking at houses, because then he'll at least have one picked out when Sentience stops playing hide-and-seek.

And of course, since he's doing this, he feels he must broadcast it to everyone. Because attention is the purest form of indulgence.]

Good morning everyone! [Smile and a hand running through his hair, because it's out of the ponytail today and trailing all down his shoulders and neck. He's wearing low-riding black jeans, a red shirt that's not even buttoned up, and a gold sun necklace that dangles low on his chest.]

If you don't mind me asking: How many of you live in Sector 4, or are willing to tell me more about it? I just might be your new neighbor and I wanted a review or two. It's always best going into a decision well-informed.~

[ video fzzts on. ]

Hello. [ it's an attempt at cheeriness at best, but the girl on the screen is giving it her all despite red eyes. ] My name is Tsukino Usagi.

Wow...prison huh? After all I've been through you'd think that I'd be prepared for any kind of scenario...but at least it isn't as bad as that time when that creepy prince Demando kidnapped me! I mean - at least someone was nice enough to leave this message here. Last time they just tried to kill me! [ she laughs weakly ]

Um, I'd like to know if – if some people I know are here. [ breathes ] Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna-san, Hotaru-chan...[ she's still talking - except now the tears are slipping from her eyes ] Ami-chan, Makoto-chan...[ by the tone of her voice it's obvious that she's breaking down ] Rei-chan...Minako-chan... Someone...anyone...you guys can't be dead - it's impossible. I...I'd like it a lot if someone could tell me if they're here. Thank you...[ and with a sob the connection cuts off. ]

[Because Xellos hasn't had enough to eat lately. Zelda is sitting on the grass near the memorial gardens, her cloak spread out on her lap. It's been a while since she has gone outside the shelter by herself. She tries not to do it often - there are dangerous people here, and she would rather not get involved with them. However, after hearing the good news that Rido is no longer in Marina, she feels a little more comfortable being outside.

And just in case, she's renewing the barrier spells that she had put into her cloak as she relaxes.]

[Ammy's in an odd mood today. After seeing the stars and wondering about things, she's now wandering the dome trying to figure out things in her mind.

She doesn't want to leave those here, but she misses those still at home, and she has a job to do. She should be trying to find a way out, but there just doesn't seem to be one, and she doesn't know this place well enough to figure out how she got in here in the first place.

Serious Ammy is a rare thing, but that's what she is today]

[Josak is currently in the clothing store, looking around rather giddily. He gets to dress up Cornelia~! But of course, he feels he should remind her, just in case she finds herself "distracted."]

Yoohoo~ Cornelia, dear! Don't we have plans for today? [sounds very happy]

And Julia, I'll be ready for you when you call~

[Private to Murata]

Oh, Your Highness~ I think we may need to have a talk today--much later of course--or tomorrow. Things have changed a bit lately and I thought you might want to know about it.

{OOC: Josak will be in the clothing store for a while, so stop on by if you like! This is set BEFORE Cornelia's date with Oliver as Josak will be prettying her all up~ ...As if she need it. >>

There will also be a thread in here for Josak and Julia's "date" at the beach.}

[In the shelter, in the hallway between the dining hall and the common room, you may notice a notecard on a board. Paper and different-colored pens are available.

In a neat, slanted print, the notecard reads:]

What does it mean to be in love?

[There is no one around.]



((Since these are notes, almost all communication will be anonymous unless otherwise noted, e.g. if you sign your comment or say something obvious, but please do it logged-in. Feel free to leave your thoughts, respond to other people's thoughts, etc.))

[It's a calm, still night in Marina. Anyone outside enjoying the evening, on their dates perhaps, might spare a thought for the blanket of featureless night that covers the high dome.]

[Look up at the right time tonight, and you'll notice a rather jarring change. One moment the obscure shroud of darkness, and the next the dome is suddenly emitting a gentle light. Starlight. Suddenly the entire dome is covered in a sparkling array of stars. Different sizes, some even slightly different colors. Someone from Earth might recognize familiar constellations.]

Good evening, Marina. I hope everyone has enjoyed the celebration today. Winry and I had a gift to add to the festivities -- the night sky, especially tonight, should have stars looking down on us. She did a wonderful job making the projector, so we all owe her our thanks.

Ah, it was nothing, really. I'm just glad to be of help. Ahahaha!

This is what the sky looks like on Earth, my world of origin. We will be able to make more templates, if anyone can point us to a stellar map of their home world.

There'll also be the likeness of a moon, though it's in the new moon phase right now. It should go through all the phases every thirty days, since that seems to be a common feature.

The projector will also shift slightly every day as goes along with the seasonal flow here, but we can always set it to any particular point in time if there are star- or constellation-based holidays that fall outside the seasonal flow.

I hope you enjoy the starry sky!

((OOC: Obvious font color is obvious, but if not: Blue = Winry, Pink = Lacus. Tags may be answered by Winry or Lacus, just specify if you want one or the other. Lacus and Winry are in the park. Threadjacks are encouraged (unless marked closed or private)! As Winry said, there is no moon in the sky for now, but there will be. The moon will go through its phases as it would on Earth unless the template is changed, rising and setting each night. Enjoy~))

[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!]

[Cloud wants nothing to do with this alleged Valentine's day. He is taking his time in the library, oddly reading for once, seems he's intent on learning more about the things that happen here -- including holidays.]

Can't say I'm fond of it. [Quietly to himself. He's talking about the holiday.]


If anyone needs me I'm in the Library.


((OOC:Feel free to bother! XD He could use the social interaction!))

This... must be a joke.

Sebastian. Come. [The boy comes into view, he's small standing at a grand 4 11', dressed in elegant clothing that seems incredibly out of place for such a technologically advanced prison but he is restrained. There is absolutely no way he would be caught staying here. He's pale and almost doll-like, one blue eye is visible and the other is covered by an eyepatch which is barely showing from underneath his deep blue hair. His accent is obviously british.]

... [A scowl crosses his features when the demon doesn't appear.] I said come!

[Still nothing. Then he looks panicked, shocked, isn't sure exactly what to do -- he heard the welcome message. He knows it's a prison, that it's an asylum but it's unlike anything he's ever seen before in his life -- he's from the late 1800's afterall. He doesn't like the idea of doing nothing and so ventures to the door with great difficulty. He has to get out! How could Sebastian just ignore an order?!]

T-this is an order! Come! [But once again several minutes pass and he looks a little more genuinely shaken up. He has been known to repeat himself more than once when he's upset. There's no way that their contract could not be active! Could Sebastian not hear him? Why was he not answering? Why was he bound like this -- he was truly in a prison wasn't he? The video ends with him looking incredibly distraught as his fingers fumble around the communicator and flicks off without warning.]

((OOC:He can hear voice but he's still not sure how it works exactly. I'll be a little bit slow responding so please bear with me. :3 Anyone and everyone is welcome to bother the little brat. ♥~))

[There's the sound of objects clattering to the floor followed by Mikaela panting heavily in the background. Having just been pulled out of an epic battle between man and machine she's a little more than flustered. And now that she realizes that there's something on her face she's slowly transitioning into panic.]

Wh-What!? [Now there's hurried footsteps as she rises to her feet and starts running, fiddling with the device to start randomly switching between video and voice. Anyone paying attention will see her with her hair up, dirt, motor oil, and blood all over her face, and the occasional shot of burned through and ripped clothing.]

No! You--Bee!? Sam!? SAM!! BEE!! [Half paying attention to the message on her communicator she presses her back against a nearby building and sits before prying the thing off and nearly yelling into it. It's not a transformed Decepticon from the looks of it, but she'll never know unless she antagonizes it first. Voice clearly pissed and hoarse,]

Hey, HEY! You Decepticons are behind this, aren't you!? You won't get away with this! [Pause...then she gives off a little, cocky laugh.]

What makes you think kidnapping me will do you any good?