Hey, not to step on anybody's feet, and not to suggest that rogue vampires are a police problem, but -- I've been thinking that if we want a better police force, we can just go ahead and make one. I checked with the AI and it said it would give us weapons and information.

I'm okay with doing the planning and organizing and the annoying part. So all I need to know is, who would be interested in lending a hand? Willing to get up in people's faces and take action if we had trouble?

[There is the sound of plinking and clanging of the piano Sora's trying out, due to Senti's suggestion]

Hey, Tallahasse, what ever happened with that Twinkie hunt?

Anyway, I've been thinking [no jokes!] and I was wondering, what does everyone dream about? I have a lot of dreams. Riku says I talk in my sleep. I think he's just trying to tease me. But, yeah. What do you dream?

Yo~! I know I’m kinda late, haha, but I was busy taking a nap with Gokudera on Halloween and I finally figured out how to make blood that looks real!

[Video feed clicks on and shows Yamamoto’s broadly smiling face, splattered with and dripping fake, but realistic, blood. He’s holding his communicator up and angles it to show that he is dressed like a samurai and completely covered in the fake blood.]

Ahaha! What do you think, everyone? There’s a great book in the library with the blood recipe! Oh, I’m forgetting something..

[The Japanese teen holds out his arms and waves them in front of himself; the video on screen bobs with the slow movement. He moans and groans and makes generic zombie noises as he takes a few staggering steps forward. His slackened zombie expression just starts to shift back into his big, trademark smile when there’s a loud metallic KLANG, like a metal baseball bat hitting something solid. The communicator clatters to the ground, the video feed going fuzzy for a few seconds before clearing up to reveal black, blood-matted hair: Yamamoto is crumpled on the ground.
A pair of cowboy boots can be seen standing beside the fallen teenager.
A dog is barking and occasionally paws run by on screen (Yamamoto’s Akita Inu, Jirou).
Another voice echoes, both from the fallen communicator and from the one Cowboy Boots is wearing:]

Not even a fuckin’ break from zombies in prison.

((This is a double post between Tallahasee and me. Either or both of us may reply to you! Threadjacking is okay, too! C:))

Good morning, criminals! Today we will be experiencing our first light snowfall. You need not expect any accumulation.

However, today we will also be opening our new ramen stand! Enjoy the cool weather and the hot ramen, along with the biggest bowl of ramen -- in the world! This is not a significant feat, as no ramen has ever been made on this world outside of this facility, and all of that ramen has been the same size as a standard bowl, but a sufficiently impressive size has been engineered for the grand opening. In fact, it is large enough that every criminal could have a bowl for every meal today and some would still be going to waste. Which will be regrettable.

I should perhaps assure you all that the ramen store will be completely safe, and no interference with the event will be permitted.

[If anyone's got their communicators on or nearby at this ungodly hour, they'll hear the voice of a new arrival as he becomes aware of the change in scenery]

What-- No. No no no. I had it in my hand. I was touchin' the wrapper, for God's sake! Y'don't just take a man's goddamn Twinkie, okay? I've been fuckin' bustin' my balls for one for weeks and not only do I not get my Twinkie, but I get warped inta some underwater prison fer survivin'? No. That ain't right.

...Besides, I apologized about Bill Murray.