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[There's a bit of clicking about. Robin's not fully sure how to use the device, seeing as this sort of technology isn't from her "world", but she finds herself finally getting it to work.

Time for answers.

Robin's curt and directly to the point in all of this. After all, no use beating around the bush.]

What sort of place is this... institute, anyway?

The rain's stopping, right?  Being inside all the time's just...

[ it grates on his nerves, okay? getting soaked isn't any fun either. and there's something else about the rain that Roxas just doesn't like. it's made him moody. ]

Anyway. Glad it's not going to stay like that.

Who: Kotomi and anyone who feels like joining her
Where: Common room
When: Noon-ish, after Dr. Grey's announcement
What: A very somber bookworm tries to figure out what she should do until she meets with one of her friends.

( Won't you come join~? )

[ The PDA crackles to life, and the network has been updated. ]
Welcome, patients. My name is Doctor Linda Grey. Today is day six.

Thankfully, such gloomy weather is finally starting to be put behind us. The rain has subsided to a light drizzle and the clouds are to be blown away by the late afternoon, and the sun will shine brightly once again.

Please give a warm welcome to Alice Elliot, Mitsunari Ishida, Edward Elric and Nico Robin.

Thank you, and please try to enjoy the day.

[ The camera starts on her face, blue eyes curiously studying the screen and flicking back and forth. When she notes it is in fact recording, she smiles a little uncertainly. ] Hello, I’m Alice. Alice Elliot… I’ve been told this should be recording, and I hope that’s right.

I’m not quite sure what to make of this place… I don’t think—I don’t feel like I’ve dreamed the memories I have, but I’m sure I’m not alone. I’ll have to think about it, I guess. It's not an easy reality to adjust to.

I was wondering if anyone I knew might be here as well... Yuri, Margrete and Zhuzen? Are you around? Keith and Halley? [ She looks almost expectant, and hopeful. But then briefly drops her eyes, thinking of the chances. ]

*Ed’s fiddling with the device (he’s never been much good with machines… or at least not that he remembers) and the video feed is clicking on and off as he does so, without him realizing it. Eventually it stops, and he can be seen staring blankly at the device, fingers idly tapping its side.*

So none of it… even happened…? All of it was a lie…?

*he’s murmuring mostly to himself, brow furrowing in thought, a frown pulling on his lips. Then suddenly his expression hardens in determination*

No. It had to be real. All I have to do is transmu—

*and then he stops again, eyes wide. He can’t finish that sentence, because he realizes that no, he can’t prove it to himself with alchemy. And that makes him bow his head, face hidden behind his bangs*

Dammit…

Who: Axel and Vanitas.
Where: Cafeteria and hallways.
When: Day Five; around lunchtime.
What: Axel and Vanitas both recognize people at Yellow Brick who remind them of people they aren't.

( Vanitas didn't like the boy's existence, not a bit. )

Oi, Yuu!

Where are ya? I think the two o' us needs ta meet!

[Pause] I also got soba for ya if ya come.

[A brief silence]

Oh yeah, anyone else is free ta talk ta me too. 'm sure the rest o'ya went through therapy as well. 'm free if ya wanna talk about it.

[ Someone, somewhere in the facility is probably in a good mood, but it definitely isn't Mitsunari.

He's spent his time past arrival in and out of a forced sleep-- he doesn't understand how, some vague notions of poisons aside, but the needle in the crook of his arm almost instantly knocked him out the three different times they pinned him back. Not really looking for a fourth time, Mitsunari decided instead to explore this place, and ended up looking through the library. After flipping through the very western place, still dazed from the newness of everything and a bit sluggish from the sedatives, he sits himself down at a table and pulls out the device.

The camera switches on and for a moment all you can see is the top of his head and blurry fingertips. It's completely muted for now but as it smacks into table-- giving you all a very good view of the wood grain!-- it steadily gets louder and louder and louder until it's nearly deafening.

Then suddenly the camera is off and it's just sound. The volume adjusts itself. The microphone is brushed up against and blown into just as loudly as the bangs. Say goodbye to your eardrums.

And suddenly, microphone off, text only: ]

n nmnmjn ,mm mmjjhk mnsdfm ndl,dsnajaksl

[ Then, sometime later, after gathering some more ideas of what exactly this thing is-- probably by a nurse who handily saw him banging the thing against the table-- the voice switches back on, this time at a normal volume. ]

To the woman in charge of this place: I will make you pay for your misdeeds.

Who: Vanitas and OPEN.
Where: Workshop.
When: Day Five; Afternoon.
What: Vanitas tries to figure out his new world.

( Practicing something potentially destructive was a better way to pass the time than sit in his room doing nothing. )

Did...

Did anyone else have a weird dream last night...?

[ The PDA crackles to life, and the network has been updated. ]
Welcome, patients. My name is Doctor Linda Grey. Today is day five.

You've all just undergone your first therapy session. I, and the rest of the staff here at Yellow Brick, are very happy for you all and hope for future therapies to go as smoothly as this first one. We all appreciate your cooperation. [ you can practically hear her kind smile ] We hope you continue to be so cooperative.

If you look outside today you'll see the storm is fully upon us. It's raining very heavily and the winds are strong; we have thunder and lightning and we predict this will last for a day. Umbrellas will be supplied if you plan on using some of the outdoor facilities such as the dojo; the pools and the beach will be closed but the dojo has a roof for times such as this.

Additionally, please give a warm welcome to our newest addition, Vriska Serket.

Thank you, and please try to enjoy the day.

[ ooc: we are switching over to the proposed tagging system starting today. please tag entries if your character replies, and don't be hesitant in adding tags to previous entries!

also please look over at these posts and reply if you have not already! ]

Woooooooow! This is pro8a8ly the 8est day I have ever had in the history of ever! It's like I woke up and every terri8le thing I could ever have wanted was just suddenly right there in front of me! I must 8e the happiest little troll in the world right now!

I guess that's not quite true, though. I can think of one thing that would make me happier. Knowing your names! :::;D Who lives in this shitty design for a hive-analogue, and wh8ever could your stupid shitty names 8e-

Oh, w8, I must have miscounted!!!!!!!! Stupid me! There's a few things that would m8ke me even happier than something stupid like n8mes:

1) I
2) Want
3) My
4) Fucking
5) Arm
6) 8ack
7) Right
8) Now you st8pid fucking n8rses!!!!!!!!

[ A pause. ]

Sincerely,
~A Concerned Yellow 8rick Denizen~

[The video feed suddenly clicks on when Axel sits up, sending the communicator he'd had beside him on the couch falling onto the floor. It's a little hard to tell from this angle, but he's visibly bothered by something, holding his head and staring down at his lap as if searching for...something.]

--Who was that?

Who: Nunnally and OPEN
Where: Common Room
When: Post-therapy; Evening
What: After a nap, Nunnally is no longer entirely sure of herself.

( A thousand paper cranes grants a wish. )

Who: Francis York Morgan and OPEN
What: Smoke break and possible socialization
When: Post therapy, possibly around dusk
Where: In one of the designated outside smoking areas, near the gardens


( How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things || Makes me wish that I could be a dog when I see the price that you pay )

[Naoto's tired from what little she's tried to do here, her eyes have deep dark circles, her shoulders are tense, and there's a bit of strain to her face - she feels like sleeping, giving up.]

[But she won't. She needs to take her mind off things.]

Is anyone interested in a spar?

Who: Xion and ANYONE
Where: The library
When: After therapy
What: Xion wants to hide but I need her to get CR!, and the library seems secluded enough.

[She is never eating pancakes again. That is an immutable fact that she has even written down so that even if she forgets being horrified by the memory and waking up to pancake smells, she'll know that she once was. Oh god, she doesn't want to forget.

Instead of getting some sort of lunch into her empty stomach, she's huddled in a secluded corner of the library. She would hide on the beach again, she wants to be as far from this place as physically possible, but it's storming and they would probably drag her back inside, kicking and screaming. The same way they dragged her to the hospice to inject her medication after she tried throwing it up. And the same way they dragged her to therapy.

She doesn't understand why she stopped fighting after getting to therapy. The sudden feeling of calm almost scares her more than potential memory loss.]

[The redhead is seen, mouth moving like he's cussing under his breath. His arms seem a bit scratched up, there are bags under his eyes and he looks more than irritated. It's obvious he was restrained before with how he rubs at his raw wrists. It was probably for refusing the medicine. ]

Fucking hell - they still won't give me a cig, or even the damn patch. [He sighs and rubs his upper arm where a bandage covers an injection site]

I hate withdrawals. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. The headaches, the bottomless pit my stomach become, the insomnia. If I thought my vision was bad before, it's worse now that my one eye is on the fritz, everything's fuzzy because I can't concentrate, can't sleep.

Whatever meds they tried to give me to make me sleep haven't worked. Been up for nearly 48 hours by now, I think. Still no sign of the Dog. Hell if anyone needed some head shrinking you'd think he'd be the first tossed in a joint like this. That or his bug eyes friend... or those really creepy twins.

[Badou shudders at he memories, rubs his upper arms and gnaws on his raw lower lip. He's obviously troubled by whoever these people he mentioned are, though no one besides Naoto will really understand.]

I can't find my camera neither. Anyone see it? Mighta dropped it when I went out the other day searching the levels with Naoto. That or these creepy nurses took it. If nothing else I'd at least like to blackmail people take photos again.

[ The PDA crackles to life, and the network has been updated. ]

Welcome, patients. I'm Doctor Linda Grey. Today is day four.

You may not notice it yourself, but you are making progress. Slowly but surely you are inching closer to recovery, and we're proud of you. I'm proud of you. Today is another landmark, it is the beginning of therapy here at Yellow Brick. Our processes may seem challenging, but all we ask is that you open yourself up and allow us to help you. If you're shy, you'll soon come to realize that talking isn't such a scary thing! Time will fly before you know it, and the session will be over like that. [ The sound of fingers snapping. ]

Please be cooperative, we're here for you.

Today will see some heavy rain and clouds brewing by the afternoon. We advise you to stay inside where it is warm and dry for the duration of the storm.

I kindly request you help me in welcoming our two newest awakened individuals, York Morgan and Gilbert G.P. Guilford. You can communicate with them via our network or if you're feeling especially welcoming, face-to-face.

Thank you.