Excuse me - is this thing working?...

[A long pause before the voice (a kid's voice) starts speaking again.]

Thank you to whoever gave me the information about Marina. I was just wondering...is this really a prison?

[It doesn't seem so bad. It REALLY doesn't seem so bad. Aren't prisons supposed to be awful? ... He takes a few seconds before speaking again. This second question is something he kind of needs to know, but he's not sure which answer he wants to hear - on the one hand, he really wants to see his friends; on the other hand, from what he's seen in the information pamphlet...things, them being here would be a bad thing...

He asks anyway.]

... Also - has anyone named Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger arrived here?

Can someone tell me where Roxas was staying?

Kinda have something I need to pick up there.

[He DID make a promise, afterall.]

[Adrianna felt completely odd when she woke up in her room at the shelter: it seemed like she slept for months or longer. Also, she couldn't understand why her body was slightly in pain. Her head was a mess, physically and mentally, placing a hand on her forehead and noticing a big, healed bruise which it hurt a lot. Now, that was something scary: someone did this to her while sleeping, and the only thought made her feel very, very upset. Ade turned on her communicator, not so happy about this.]

[Video]

[Her angry face was evident and her tone voice sounded as a reproach, but she obviously didn't care about it.]

Okay... Who was the fucking jerk who did this to my forehead while I was sleeping!?

[Jack shoots up dramatically with a large gasp of breath. The pain from it immediately tells him that before this point, he had been dead. What happened last night?]

[He focuses on the device in front of his eyes and makes a small noise of excitement.] Oh~! What is this piece of work? It looks like some sort of communicator. [He pauses as he takes it off of his face and examines it.] This certainly isn't 21st century Earth technology...I'm not on a different planet...am I?

[Jack takes a long look around and sees that no, he is not on Earth anymore. At least...not a part of Earth he's ever been to.] It smells different too. [Sighs and shifts. It becomes quickly apparent that there's a ball and chain around his ankle then. He smirks at it a little.] So whoever kidnapped me has some sort of jail kink?

[He grins and looks over the message and list of crimes on his communicator. He also looks through the welcome basket for a while and snacks on the various little candies inside as he fiddles with the new device. Eventually he turns it onto Video. He figures that people should get a good view of his face, rather than his voice. Why would he ever be so secretive?]

Well hello, inmates! [The excited grin on his face gives the impression that he doesn't have a bullet popping out of his chest right now. You wouldn't ever guess that he just healed from a fatal gun-wound to the heart. Or that just a moment ago, in his own world, he was dead.] Captain Jack Harkness, at your service! Can anyone tell me where I can find some food in this place? [He's starving.]

[ there's no hesitation in his voice as he speaks; and if you could see his expression, it would be equally unfaltering. Suzaku is all-business right now, and knight of the round mode is go. ]

Gino Weinberg is missing. In his absence, I'm assuming temporary command. [ he's open to another leader taking over; it would actually be better for his and Lelouch's PR if they aren't seen to be running the DF. but, in the meantime. ]

Does anyone have any questions?

[One boring, dull wake-up call by Acumen? Check! One awesome, music driven obsessed wake-up call by Dean?

Blasting in your ear, baby!

But, don't mind him. He's just a little wired still from the previous night and might have raided the store instead of sleeping.

It was for a good cause okay!]

((ooc: will be tagging sporadically until I get the AC done!))

[Ashura had sent out a video message to those who said they wanted to take the class, informing them of a slight change of plans involving his offer to teach his more fluid style of dancing. He was inside of the gym, at approximately 9 am, dressed in loose robes and a few bangles and anklets. He was awaiting those who had said they wanted to come and take his dancing class. He knew it was short notice and so suspected that not to many were coming, but he expected at least two.

All the same, the door was left open and he would welcome any other comers. He wasn't quite ready to go full on class like Ribbons had, but a few others would not hurt. He supposed that made this an experiment, more than a class, but Ribbons had always enjoyed their sessions.

And it was a good way to keep his mind of the recent and somewhat painful absence in his apartment....

Well, no time to dwell on that, his students (if one wanted to call them that) would be here soon.]

_{[ooc: Jump in if you want a lesson, regardless of if you answered the original posting about it. You can either assume you answered in the first place and got the message, or see it as you wander through the gym, whatever. That or point and laugh. It's all good!]}

So that dancing thing... Yeah. Bad idea. Should probably apologize for any feet that are going to need time to recover. Mine included. Probably pulled something just trying, ha ha ha!

I don't think I'll be giving it another shot. Don't want to cause too many injuries.

Unless, of course, one of the cute girls here wants to give me a little lesson or two! Help a guy out, y'know!

[He's laughing at that.]

Definitely icing this thing.

If you were running the prison, what would you do differently?

[She's in the library, having taken up an entire small table with books, a few empty paper cups that were once filled with coffee, and a pad of yellow lined paper; she's been writing for a while. At her feet is a medium sized shopping bag, filled with everything she owns that's worth keeping -- which isn't much.]

...I want Sentience back in charge.

[Video || Open]

As you are all aware, Ribbons and his partner Hiling are teaching a formal ballroom dance class. For those of you not interested in that, I thought I might offer up classes in the style of my world. After some research in the library, I have come to determine my style as similar to those styes from Earth-based worlds such as India, China, and the Middle Easter. If you have an interest, please let me know.


[Action || Closed to Ribbons - Backdate to Before Sundown]

[Ashura reclined in his chair, sipping at the mug of tea warming his palms. Across from him sat Ribbons, both of them still in the exercise clothing used from their last class - or rather, the class Ashura was teaching to Ribbons. It was an interesting trade, what they had going - Ribbons' lessons in ballroom for Ashura's lessons in more tribal dances.

And of course tea after the lesson was a must. It was just the proper, civilized sort of thing to do.

[Sad to say guys. Zack is occupying the common room in the shelter. Up on the table is his very big sword. What's he doing? Glad you asked! It's nothing special. He's just polishing it. Funny how he doesn't really use it yet keeps it all nice, shiny, and healthy. Perhaps he's just in the habit because of the significance. If anything, he looks pretty task oriented at the moment, concentrating really hard on getting it all just right.

Zack pauses for a moment to smile and give a little wave.]

Yo! Hope some of you new guys are settling in okay.  It's pretty rough getting used to things around here the first few days.

[Rubs the back of his neck.]

Trying to start my letter for that pen pal thing. [Laughs] It's harder than I thought it would be. Dunno how she managed to do it for so long and not get a reply...

[ the first thing that stands out is his face. he's very, very pale - beautiful even - except it's marred by his cold expression. in contrast, there's an amused lilt to his tone, effectively masking his irritation and annoyance ]

And here I was expecting garlic and crosses. Extra points for location though. Restraint...not so much. But I'm sure the warden will have plenty of time to improve -- as well as plenty of people to practice on.

[ a heavy rustle as he inspects the chain and the basket. conversationally- ] Though it should remember...He that is taken and put into prison or chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.

[ pensive, taut silence and he chuckles. ] Fitting. With that in mind... [ trails off. he's obviously not going to finish that sentence. shifts ]

I probably shouldn't be bothering, but I thought it would be rude to go on unannounced. Seeing as I have enough time on hand, anyone care to introduce themselves?

[[sitting on one of the couches in the shelter! just...chilling...8)]]

I pinched myself three times, but I’m still not waking up. It’s really very strange. [ small considering pause ]

On TV, there’s always a big emphasis on how intimidating a prison is. It’s supposed to be a place that no one wants to go after all. But this one is...different. It’s very beautiful -– as if it belongs to the top ten best places to visit. [ smile. a perfect n_n face. ] If I didn’t know any better I’d think that I won a prize!

[The feed turns on to reveal a blue-haired girl, but to certain members of the prison, her hair color won’t be what draws their attention. That symbol on her chest looks awfully similar to what you would get if you flipped Organization XIII’s emblem...]

Excuse me. I’m terribly sorry to bother everyone like this, but has anyone seen two boys or a mouse who are dressed like me? It’s very important that I find them if they're here.

[The video flicks on, revealing a young man with light brown eyes an dark brown hair, and two earrings in his left ear.]

Prison, huh?

[It's not something he wasn't completely unprepared for, but to be suddenly pulled into it was confusing.]

This brochure was very helpful. Thanks to those who put it together. I noticed something about a defense force... I'm guessing I have to wait until this chain comes off, though, right?

[He's not going to deny his crimes, but he's not going to share them, either. He does wonder how he got caught by this AI, though.]

One more thing... has anyone seen a girl with goggles and white hair, possibly answering to the name 'Yurine'?

Oh...oh my gog! They've got pails and porn in the store!

[Nepeta's found the convenience store's supply of buckets and playing cards. She hasn't even tried opening the card packs, but they've got all four romance suits on them and no pictures of what's inside, so it must be porn! o_o Shocked thirteen-year-old is shocked.]

[ There'll be the image of a very, very short and obviously frustrated green-skinned, somewhat familiar boy appearing to shout ] --Wasn't I supposed to leave this filthy place by now!? [ Because, y'know, he'd heard that he was supposed to leave and he was quite glad about it. ] I have things I need to take care of!! [ Like- resume his mission. How is he supposed to destroy earth from here?! ] Very important things!! [ In a very demanding tone, ] Release me!! [ Getting louder with every word ] I demand you let me speak to my captor!!

[ -...and after a second or two of absolutely fuming he speaks in a quiet, almost disgusted tone ] ... and why do I have a ball and chain on?

[ sounds distracted ]

I can't find my cheerleader costume... [ pouty voice ] I wanted to wear it today.

Maybe the loli outfit, then... [ to someone off mic ] You can wear little bows on your ears.

[The communicator turns on this time showing yet another confused, restrained inmate in a suit none the less. He's Looking around panicked, then he finds the note and his eyes widen. Prison?]

Um... this has got to be some sort of joke. [slightly panicked now] the children. I'm supposed to be helping save the children. Not be put in jail for.... [/he trails off]

Jack, Gwen? can someone explain this? Heck I'll even take The Doctor or John at this point...





[ooc: he's in the pet cafe]