[Wonka is currently in Sector 5, standing in front of an old looking building. It obviously used to be something, but it isn't anymore, which is strange, because it's right by all the shops and stuff. But it's perfectly located and just the right size to become his new candy shop!]

[He opens the door wide open and goes inside and looks around, leaving the door open behind him to let some of the dust out. Yeah...with some renovating...this could be just perfect!]

[Anyone coming by will see him pushing old furniture outside and making room for all the new things he plans to put in. Some of the stuff is too big to move without a bot, but there's a lot of small furniture out on the lawn now, like lamps, endtables, etc. Feel free to come ask him what he's doing/bother him~!]

[Clearing her throat, Yuuki's voice is soft. It echoes gently on the network, not demanding or even accusatory. Just curious.]

Do you believe that...you should be here? That you, and possibly everyone else, deserves this place as a punishment?

[She has her own definite opinions, just as everyone else. She isn't here tonight to judge others for possibly having different thoughts and beliefs from herself. But-- she wants to know.]

[OOC: You can catch her on her way from the convenience store back to sector 4, or just do audio. ^^]

Crimes? I didn’t even kiss her yet! ...Not that I was going to. And that’s not enough to put someone in jail, either! I mean last time I drank one two many appletinis and ended up naked... um... you know what, never mind.

Anyway, nobody better mess with me, my best friend’s wife is from the block and she’ll --

-- oh, hey, a robot! [A monotone imitation of a metallic robot voice] Danger, danger!

[thoughtful sounding] ...Hmm...

[A somewhat lengthy pause]

Those midgets have it way too easy.

Goodbye, my darling! Ahh--!! [Jessica's scream can be heard near and far, but when she opens her eyes the screaming stops abruptly. This...isn't--? She pushes back some hair over her shoulder which turns on the video function. And what's the first thing you'll see?

Well. Does a huge cleavage say anything to you?]

Roger? Oh, Roger, my dearest, where are you? [Bounce bounce bounce while she scurries here and there, looking]

...Oh. [More sullen now that she's taking the time to process the message in front of her, but then her voice becomes sultrier and almost pleading]

Oh, no, no, no. Any time other than now~! At least before I leave Roger you have to let me save my darling honey bunny.

I've been so~ worried about him.

I heard last year for Halloween there was a party. Nice, but not the only way to celebrate this time of year, is it? There's a lack of the innocent creativity that accompanies the current holiday. [Rayflo is smirking just a little.]

I spoke to Acumen and he gave me permission to host a little "game" if you will. As long as I get enough support. The objective? The one with the most candy wins.

So is anyone up for a fun time of "trick-or-treating" this Halloween?

[Raises an index finger.] And don't forget you agreed to help, Axel.

Good morning, Marina! Also, hello new people that arrived this morning! If you need any help, I would be glad to assist you in any way possible!

[Elizabeth is rather in a good mood....or hiding some of the morning people she dealt with already. Right now, she is sitting in front of the desk in her room of the estate in Sector 5. She is lightly swinging her feet back and forth in her chair, making the finishing touches to a doll that is standing right in front of her. A doll that looks like a young girl. White curly hair that adorns a black top hat with ribbon and a blue rose on it, light pale skin, eyes closed, a black and white dress with various frills at the edges of each layer. Her legs are covered in dark blue tights and matching dress shoes. Other noticeable things is a large gold pocket-watch under her arm and a white baton in one of her hands.]

Ta da~! It's finished! All I need to do is give her a name. Anyone have ideas? [Or you can ask why Elizabeth has such a strange doll in her possession. To some people, it's actually her Angelic Layer doll she has been working on for days.]

[A metallic octahedron-like figure appears via a video broadcast in what seems to be the Common Room of the Shelter. Although not humanoid in the slightest, the center of it seems to be a red lens 'eye' which moves slightly to focus.

The odd figure addresses the camera with an arrogant masculine voice.]

Acumen, huh?

[Shutters cover the red 'eye', and the machine turns slightly away.] Hmph, never heard of you. But such an introduction was completely unnecessary. Especially during my tea time.

[The shutters retract, showing the eye again, which turns again to focus on the camera once again. The entire shape tilts up and back slightly, accompanied by a noise that sounds something like a hydraulic lift.] To think you could arrest the greatest Brain Colony to live! How useless! I don't intend to be bow to your foolish "authority" and allow myself to be captured! Mwahahaha!!

You must be with Nerval to be so stupid. Isn't that so?

[He waits, briefly, for a response that doesn't come.]

Hmph, did your communications get all tied? You must be beside yourself in fear at my bold and powerful countenance!

Well, whatever. In any case, next time, tell him to send himself rather than some upstart no one has heard of!

Or maybe they will be no next time...As you'll be feeling the power of my Soul Shouts! Mwhahahaha!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

[Turning his eye away from the camera, he to where another communications window should be, at least to him. It, of course, isn't there.]


Withered Leaf! Prepare to fire!


...Withered Leaf?


[He's been distracted up until now, but it slowly sets in that his location has changed a little. He slowly rotates back to the camera. The shutters close and open rapidly thrice. His usual room is gone and replaced with...something else.

Leopard's tone quickly turns from arrogant to furious and the gap between his upper and lower shells narrows.]

...WHAT!?

MY BEAUTIFUL FORM!? MY LEOPARD CANNON!?

MY...MY...GOLDEN ORBS!?

[Are those sweat drops on his form?]

YOU BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?

[Saki is clearly not getting out of bed today. The answer? Collectively troll the entire prison, of course!]

[And wait for the robots to bring her the eggs and toast she requested. Since when was service to her door such a big deal?]

Howard Link thinks prostitution should be an offered service, so I'm looking for volunteers. Anyone got... the next seven minutes free?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 83rd day of the third generation, and newly processed criminals will be arriving in the facility over the course of the day.

Concerning the power outage last night, it was a minor error that resolved itself, and I apologize if it caused any inconvenience to inmates.

Today, the climate will be adjusted to progressively cooler temperatures, and some facility plant life will alter as well, in order to create a more autumn atmosphere.

Inmate Cross Marian, use of force against remote units is not tolerated. This will be the only warning.

[Uther's not going outside, not after what everyone has been talking about recently. He keeps hearing things about monsters and darkness, and although he's watching out a window, he's staying well away from what he perceives as magic.]

This is what disturbs me. This "Acumen" does these things, and we have no way at all to stop it. I would like to form a group of some manner to determine if there is any course of action at all that we can take to stop these random occurances.

[It's almost time to go to bed for Ciel...but he's absolutely not tired. So he's just sitting in a chair in his room fiddling with his communicator. He finally just turns it over to Voice and puts it up to his mouth.]

[Normally, Ciel would prefer if no one talked to him. But today it seems like that's all he wants. He feels pretty alone lately. He just wants proof that other people exist and that he's not completely alone in the world.

Maybe that's a childish desire...but Ciel, as usual, doesn't care.]

I'm bored. Talk.

[No, he doesn't realize how rude he sounds as he orders the entire dome to talk to him.]

[There's a long line of bamboo at the beach, their stalks curving gently over the quiet trickling of waves. Further back on the beach are colored lanterns and little tables with pens and sheets of paper and string.

You're supposed to write poems or notes to your loved ones who can't be with you today, right...?]


((event-style posting; comment here to get tagged by other people. sorry if this infringes on the people who posted recently, I was going to post this this morning but had to go out... consider this a post for people who don't have quite enough substance for their own action posts!))

COME ON, MR. MONGOOSE!

[GIR's screen is wobbly and shaky at first while dirt and patches of grass go flying through the air and soon it points down to show a nice little hole in the ground at the park. Then--watch watch watch!--a nice sprinkled donut goes right inside it before he covers it up with dirt all over again.

He claps, impressed, and then turns so that you'll be able to see him and the...bunch of other holes in the ground behind him.]

I'm growin' breakfast trees!

[SMILE! Is that an egg poking out from the dirt? A piece of toast? Who knows. Meanwhile Mr. Mongoose--a grey and white puff of kitten is trotting behind GIR, sniffling curiously at the holes.]

[It's been far too quiet for Q's liking. That one fellow with the green hair had everyone in a tizzy when he told them they were virgins. Well, if they like sex so much...]

Who wants to have prison sex?

[Video - Forever filtered from Yuuki and Zero.]

I'm having my picnic now, if anyone wants to join me! [The man on the screen is laying down a blanket along with a huge picnic basket. There's obviously a lot of food inside for anyone who just so happens to come alone. He also has a few gigantic photo albums laying down, just ready for the viewing.] I have photoalbums and snacks! So please come!

[The man on the camera is ridiculously happy looking. How can you not come down to the Dolphin Observation Deck and join him?]

[[OOC: If you're one of those special people who are filtered from this broadcast, you have all the permission to just chance upon this and ruin Kaien's fun. ♥]]

[The video opens to show a man in a top hat with a weird haircut and purple eyes. He stares at you for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, and you can hear the squelching of a latex glove clenching in the background.]

Haha... [giggles nervously] So this is a prison? That's really...unexpected...and weird... [frowns a little]

I don't suppose there's any chance of being let out...? I have to get back to my factory quick, 'cause I left my heir alone in the inventing room, and if something goes wrong, the whole entire factory could blow up! [He says that in a rather excited tone. He doesn't want it to happen, but it sure would be interesting!]

Oh, and by the way, the candy in this basket is really gross. It tastes like Slugworth made it. [He frowns at the thought.] The chocolate isn't mixed right at all, and the flavor of the hard candy is, like, ew. [Finishes eloquently.]

[He looks at you, a slight disapproving frown on his face.]

[[OOC: He's in Sector 5 right now, kinda near the convenience store. > m< In case anyone wanted to know.]]

[[Moar OOC: Orz I screwed up my icons by renaming them...I don't think I can fix it, so just...ignore the icons on my older replies. ; A; *so sad*]]

Good morning inmates. It is the 79th day of the third generation, and recently apprehended criminals will be arriving in the prison.

Today, the weather settings will be adjusted to somewhat cooler, yet comfortable, temperatures. For those who may not have been informed by mail, a reminder that there will be a baseball game; held at noon in the athletic fields.

Construction of a playground is beginning in Sector 6, at Princess Euphemia's request, and any suggestions for the design should be directed to her. Please do not interfere with the area or construction work.

Inmate Ashton Anchors, the casket and plot have been prepared and are in place.