[ what is filtering? does this even need to be filtered? it's not very descriptive. ]


Lelouch.

[Euphie's actually been feeling a little better after another long nap. In fact, she's practically sitting up if you ignore all the pillows keeping her in place as she makes her video post. She's still in pink pajamas and she looks tired, but she doesn't sound as sluggish as before.]

It's hard not to think about sleep with so much of it going on. Does anyone have any favorite bedtime stories or lullabies they want to share?

Attention, please everyone. I need some information from you all that will hopefully prove useful in our investigation of this phenomenon that has swept the prison. I would like everyone that has not suffered any symptoms of this wave of exhaustion to please come forward. I would like to compare these individuals against those that are currently experiencing extreme exhaustion, to see if there's some psychological or physiological reason for it. You may also give me the names of others if you are absolutely certain that they have been feeling no exhaustion whatsoever.

If you are one of the individuals suffering from the outbreak of the pentacles, and were previously healthy, please also say so.

[Private to the Defense Force]
I'm going to compare those that come forward against my profile, to see if anything fits. At this point, it's likely a shorter list than those affected. Our unsub is someone gathering energy for some larger purpose, likely an attack on the prison itself. At this point, if they are clearly unaffected, it would stand out. Of course, those that do say that they aren't feeling tired at all will need to be verified by us.

[Anyone near the kitchen in the shelter might notice a not-appealing set of fumes wafting out the door and into the corridors. If brave enough to venture inside, one would find a semi-conscious Komui, beakers in hand, some sort of steaming mixture being swirled in his right hand while -- is that a battery dissolving in coffee? -- waits in his left.]

[He needs... to stay awake. His chin is resting on the counter, glasses askew, eyelids looking very heavy. He places a beaker down long enough to rub his eyes, try (and fail) to straighten his beret, turning his communicator on in the process.]

--s to work, gotta find... Lenalee. [Speech is taking a good deal of effort, but that doesn't stop his rambling.] Komuvitamin E, s'what I'll call it. E for energy... endurance... um. Eeeeeeee...-ven better than coffee?

[a few minutes of a very sharp, metallic scratch-like noise, then nothing. The sound again, heavier than before, until the discerning ear might tell something breaks. Light, curious whispers -]

Shhhhhhhhh.

...how frightening. Good afternoon – ah.

[scratch]

How do you do?


[ooc: ...he's grinding the metal of his zipper against his chain out of sheer boredom. Enjoy the annoying sound, Marina!kin ._.]

Kinda weird for criminals to have parks and a beach. I can't get there in chains, anyways. Maybe they should have sent me to Siberia instead...! [The boy sits up, resting his elbows and forearms on the bed as he looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully.]

I wonder if Sensei's here. Raimei and Kouichi probably got away, though. Mm, the water's nice to look at, at least. [The words stop for a moment as he rolls over and faces the wall. Then, whispered, a few moments later:]

Manslaughter by inaction...

God damn it, can you people please fucking remember to stay inside if you're going to go and collapse? Actually, just don't even think about going out at all - makes the job fucking easier without having to pick up after people. God...

[Private to Naoya]
Hey, you're not sleeping are you?


[ooc: EDIT: Faith is down for the count ladies and gents! DF people can hijack and 8|| at her stupidity. Castmates gets extra 8||||ing]

[loud yawn, some moans and stretching, someone's definitely just waking up]

Hoo... I feel like I slept for days... [He sits up... SHOCK] What the hell? This isn't my -...

Crap. I was supposed to meet Trowa and Quatre... we were gonna destroy the Gundams. [He frowns, grabbing at the communicator now. He activates it, getting the message.] Oh, no way... you're shittin' me, right? Underwater prison? Different world? Oooohh no. You better not have done anything to my Gundam! It's mine to destroy, yanno.

[glares for a moment, and then groans, putting his head in his hand] Hilde's gonna kill me. She hates when I get in trouble... even more if I actually get arrested!

[Filtered from Noahkin]

[incoherent whining sounds] she can't be gone, she just CAN'T be... I was so careful to keep the door locked...

[wet sniffles] Lenaleeeee you can't be gone! Who will make my coffee when I'm in the lab all night?

OH, MY LENALEE WHERE ARE YOUUUU?! [A muffled thud as ht buries his face in her mattress, sobbing away.]

It is a mystery to me how those ranging from dangerous to delicate can possibly be grouped into a common area of containment. If safety and protection is indeed the primary concern, the reason behind our presence here, then why is it that potential harm is a possible constant threat?

[Screened to Grell]

My dear, I have stumbled across a portion of a monologue you must hear. I do believe I see a nearly identical reflection in the plight expressed by this Richard character.

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Shakespeare is not a name I was familiar with but am quickly growing to be fond of. Do you recognize?

[Someone slept throughout most of the day. Someone woke up feeling particularly more hungry than usual. If you know his never-ending appetite, do not fear: he didn't eat everything in the kitchen.

He has, though, discovered ice cream. His thought process was probably something such as: 'Aa. There's a lot of it.' And, 'a lot of it' sealed the deal. Yoite's never had ice cream before. If he could taste, he might have taken his time. He might have savored flavors. The inability to taste, the vast hunger, and the habit of eating inhumanly quick meant he probably ate two entire tubs by himself in a little under fifteen minutes.

He's tense. More so than usual, and shivering.]

Just now, I tried ice cream. It was wet and very cold. [But not 'sweet'.]


[A huffy, jittery breath.] I think, I'm allergic.



[No ice cream also means, he's never had a 'brain freeze' before. |:]

[filtered from Noah family]

All that talk about school has gotten me thinking about what sort of classes the people here could offer. I don't know how good of a teacher I'd be, but I know how to speak Hindi -- ah, and English, of course. I also know how to juggle and how to play poker, but I don't think those are skills terribly in demand.

Does anyone else have any special talents they could teach?

Classes could be supplemented with the material already in the education center, but there are some materials that aren't covered. That's where special talents would have to come in. Like Lavi -- I'm sure he could teach a class on history. When was the last time anyone saw him? I should track him down and ask.

[...there. now that the more subtle method is done...]


[filtered to Lavi]

...Lavi?

Pardon me, if anyone would like freshly made tres leches cake for a late afternoon snack, please feel free to come to the common room for a slice. The Young Master requested that I make extra of his tea time snack to hand out to those who may want it. I must humbly warn anyone who is lactose intolerant, though, to not have any.

[private to ciel]

Well, will this be alright, Young Master?

[She draw a deep breath before speaking. This is her first public network announcement since she and Suzaku last spoke. It's even something she hopes he might be interested in. She hopes many people will be.]

Hello everyone,

[She wants to start by saying she and Lelouch were talking and they had an idea, but to admit that to Cornelia...]

I was wondering how many of you would be interested in starting a school here. I know there are many of us who were probably unable to finish our education. I realize there are study tools for people to do this independently, but there is something nice about actually going to school and having classmates, isn't there? At least I think so.

We would need teachers and students and probably someone to really organize it since it wouldn't really be fair for a student to do that, but I want to help in any way I can!

Well, what do you all think?

[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.

[Hello video. Pan in on the face of this energetic redhead and tapping the communicator's screen to get your attention. Takes in a deep breath, then, loudly:]

Uhm! Hello!

I need to know-- who decorated this place? I mean, it's absolutely hideous! These 'robots' you've got going on? No offense, but I've seen soup cans that look better~ same thing with that room I woke up in!

Ugh. It's no wonder my managers sent me here under the guise of an inmate, the interior decorators must have gotten their fashion advice from like, cavemen or something. No worries, ah-- Marina, was it? Risette will do her best~!

So Sentience is gone. It's strange, but as long as nothing changes, I guess it doesn't really matter who says they're in charge. [he just wants things to stay like this]

...Sora's gone, too.

[and he pauses, for a long moment]

...Hey... It might be kind of a weird question, but -- what do you guys dream about? Or what did you dream about last night? I always dream the same things, and I've never really thought to ask about it before.

[What with how badly his condition was acting up the other day, Yoite should probably be taking it easy. And, for the most part, he has. He's remained in the room he arrived in, only came out once to give Haruhi his 'money', and after grabbing a couple loaves of bread retreated.

All the hubbub going on throughout the day about this auction nonsense has made him mostly want to hide in his room. There was a time or two he considered asking where a basement was, but decided against it, figuring if they were at the bottom of the ocean they probably couldn't get much further down.

Hunger is imminent and unavoidable at this stage. He's sat long enough he's decided. Now, that he isn't bound by that heavy ball, he shouldn't have to bother anyone to retrieve him a meal. It's very pathetic. He's extremely pitiful without Kira and he can hardly stand it. So. Back to the kitchen he's headed. Keeping close to walls, just in case he has a small attack, and also if anyone's out still trying to avoid people. Long, silent, determined strides. If it seemed worth it, he might spirit his way into the kitchen then back to where he's taken up residence, but it doesn't.

Maybe he'll find some more math to do after he feeds himself before bed. The ones Lenalee gave him were finished a couple hours after she had left that day.]

[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?

W-W-What?! [After what seems to be a bunch of playing around with the communicator in her ear, a young girl, wearing a beautiful frilly dress, appeared on the screen. She in much surprised, amazement, and confused all at once right now.]

A-Ah! Woah, what is this? There is nothing like this back home. [Tilts her head slighty, before looking around.]

Am....I really at the bottom of the ocean? I know it's pretty, but there must be a mistake. [Frowning a bit, wiping her eyes a bit. Until, she got to her crimes list. She fretting right now.]

Wait.....Accessory to murder? B-But, I didn't kill anyone!