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Sep. 10th, 2012


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➀➇➃ i ♛ video → open.


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[ the ugly orange jumpsuit is of no concern to this tall blonde. she's been there for less than an hour, and she's already collecting various components for... something, arranged before her in neat, organized piles. ]

Your communications network is crude and inefficient. [ ah, borg grade insults. gotta love 'em. ] I require an interphasic scanner and a phase compensator. [ she stops to push her hair out of her face, unintentionally showcasing her cybernetic implants. this is why she never wears her hair down. it gets in the way. ] A scanner capable of multiphasic resolutions or a micro-caliper would also prove to be useful.

...thank you for your time. [ spoken almost uncomfortably, like a forced afterthought - which is exactly what it is. ]
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[184] video | action, open!

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[ she's not sure where to begin, really. there's no sense in asking why she's in prison when she was told only minutes prior, and there's no point in trying to make a great first impression when you're stuck in a bulky orange jumpsuit. still, it only takes a moment's thought to decide that the “video” option she's presented with is the best one.

when the camera clicks on, a middle-schooler with light pink hair and eyes is smiling quietly.
]

I don't really know what you're supposed to do here. This is, um... my first time in a prison.

[ and she laughs at that, a sad little laugh full of embarassment and self-deflection. when she's finished, she gives that same subdued smile again. ]

For anyone who's listening, my name is Madoka Kaname. It's nice to meet all of you – I hope we can all be friends.

[ she gives a short bow, not curt so much as rushed, before looking back to the camera with an odd sort of resolution. ]

Homura, if you can hear me, I- tell me where you are, and I'll come and find you. Okay?

[ and with that, she reaches forward, keeping her gaze locked just long enough to turn off the camera. once she's had a few more moments to compose herself, she stands up and exits the room. this is a new place, with new rules and new locales.

and that means it's time to go witch-hunting.
]

(( ooc: feel free to run into madoka anywhere you'd like! right now, she's roaming the facility and wondering why no witch activity is showing up. ))

Sep. 4th, 2012

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[183 | Voice | Open] Ectobiology.

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Hello fellow inmates! [Jane seems oh so chipper this fine day, why?

After a little talk with Dave and the approval of the Warden , Jane has acquired a large book on the art of Ectobiology.

For effect, she reads aloud.
]

"Ectobiology is a science that allows the cloning, breeding and genetic modification of an organism using appearification." I know this sounds really crazy and outlandish but while this has the base information, I'm sure there is more to be discovered by reading further into the book. Possibly even acquiring the materials to test this theory out.

Would anyone here be willing to study a little science with me?

[Jane is actually playing a really dangerous game here that could land her into some huge trouble.]


ooc: Those not from Jane's world here is a WikiPage about it. Yes it is a completely bullshitted science. But I thought it would be fun for her to explore it!

Aug. 23rd, 2012


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[Action | Open] Fourth Leap


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[Away from the bustle of transients today, Homura has holed up in a corner booth at Bean Crushers alone for the moment, nursing a cup of strong black coffee.

Today is a giant distraction from what she should be doing, what she cannot simply give up on - finding a way out. Yet it's impossible to ignore the flood of people across the communicator. Whether this glitch is temporary or permanent, there's no way of knowing. But the possibility of someone from her Earth turning up exists, so long as the stream of broadcasts continue. Someone she knows. Someone she might need to spring into action to meet, someone unfitting for this place. Someone who needs her protection. She lets the device scan for any broadcasts, watching some, skipping others.

As for planning...all she can find are dead ends for now. But she won't give up. No, she can't give up.

Sipping her coffee, the hot drink washes over her tongue. Bitter, just like this situation. There are plenty of sweet drinks she could have picked, perhaps more appropriate for a teenage girl. Something sugary, sweet, delicious. Something like a dessert without a hint of harshness in it. At the very least she could have added some sugar, syrup, a bit of cream.

But it's just as well. The caffeine can keep her going.

And the bitterness, well. It's not like she doesn't deserve that.]

Aug. 17th, 2012


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[voice]


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Don't fuckin' touch me.

[Its hard to tell what set off Jack Noir without the video function to assist, but anyone who strolls by Sector Five later might find a certain carapacian storming his way down the hall, minus one arm, the other clutching something tightly in the opposite hand. The little stump leftover is still bandaged, but obviously no longer bleeding.

Advanced medicine was a wonderful thing. The barrier collar is back in place, and nobody in Marina was surprised.]


Put on a show, they said. Ok fine. You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show.

When I'm damn good and ready.

[A lengthy pause before he throws up a filter.]

[Filtered from the Prospitian Monarch, the Aimless Renegade, and the Wayward Vagabond]

While we're at it, who here has a knack at handling bio-mechanics? I got a job for you.

[ooc: action permissible!]

Aug. 15th, 2012


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[Day 180] [Audio] [Emergency Post/Threadjacking free-for-all]


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At░▓ntion Cri░░▒▒░s. We are cur▒░░tly ▒▒░▓rienc▒░g some mi▒░r technological glitc▒░░. The situa░▒▒ will be under control sh▓░▒▒░. Complain amongst your░▓lves.

(OOC: For the remainder of the day expect some services to be offline or intermittent. At times robots will become inert—but shielded from attack leading to interruptions in some of the dining establishments. Water will turn on and off randomly. There will also be a light snowfall later in the evening (Around Friday in OOC time). However, temperatures will remain warm, so it will quickly turn to rain as it drops. There will be no response from the kiosk for a few hours though you may continue tagging on the daypost where we'll assume this was before the silence unless you indicate otherwise in your tag. Communications, shielding, monitors, and environmental systems other than the snow incident will be unaffected. The glitches will be relatively brief and minor.

Please feel free to respond to Veridical on this post. Veridical will not respond, but you are very encouraged to have threadjacking good times amongst each other!)

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[video][day 180]


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[waking up feeling sick to your stomach stinks and Cyril never wants to experience it again. It doesn't help that the stupid screen in front of his face is flashing a message that doesn't make a lick of sense either. A life sentence for the shit he's done? that is unfair!! So have a very pale-faced man in horrible, blinding orange.]

So. I left the stove on back in my friend's apartment. Hope the place doesn't catch on fire because that would suck. Oh, and kill a lot of people. [p a u s e]

More importantly, this is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever seen. [yeah that's right, this communicator is ugly] I'm supposed to fucking wear this? Why? So I can talk to people? If I wanted to talk to someone then I'd use a telephone. Cause y'know, you don't have to wear a telephone on your god damn face --

[one long moment please as Cyril accidentally turns it off. He's from the 1920s okay HE DOESN'T GET IT] ...Why the fuck aren't there instructions for this crap.

Aug. 13th, 2012

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Day 180 [voice; open]

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[After Jane had listened to a few other conversations over the communication headset, she decides to fumble with it enough to get a message of her own to go through.]

Hello? Is this thing on? [She has it turned to the audio setting. She had to readjust it on her ear after playing with it.]

I have a proposition to make. If I may speak with a warden here? There seems to be a mistake and I must speak to someone right away. There are lives at stake if I do not return to my place of origin right away! I must not waste a moment of time here.

Aug. 7th, 2012


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11AM [video, locked to Cain, minimum security/easily hackable] [later on, open action]


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[In the week that he's been here, Birdman has figured out what Food Allergies are the hard way, namely because he seems to have every possible food allergy in existence. This was never a problem that came up back home where raw nutrients were just supplied without them having to think about it. But in this place, everything was a crapshoot. Having to actually sit down and sift through what was and wasn't safe to eat was exhausting. And painful.]

[But he thinks he's got the hang of it now.]

[Some of the grocery stores here apparently have options for people like that? He had no idea that was even something widespread enough among humans to warrant special treatment.]
[That's one more notch against humans for him, them and their bodies (and thus the human-derived body he inhabited) even having the fucking capacity to get that sick from food.]

[Anyway, he apparently seems to have tracked down something designated "safe." He's got some nondescript plastic bag sitting nearby.]

Hey, Cain? Are you out there?
[Soft voice.]
I heard about the food thing.
Where are you? Is it alright if I come over?

Aug. 6th, 2012


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video, action | open


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[Axel's been spending a lot of time in the library lately, mostly to find something decent to read so that he can pass the time, but today he's broken out some pencils and started to doodle random things on a blank piece of notebook paper.

In the middle of his sketching he picks up one of the pages and flicks on the communicator to show it off. You know, just because?]


Which one strikes fear into your heart? This one? Or this one?

[... Ok, so that second one isn't really that detailed, but you get the idea I'm too lazy to draw that. Anyway, his point is, the latter would be totally more effective at keeping people out of trouble. Or something like that, you know?]

Yo, DF. Or anyone, really. Think our lovely wardens would let my babies come to the dome? You can't tell me they don't look menacingly precious.

[If you wish to talk to him face to face, then he'll be at the library doodling away~]

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DAY 179 - Morning Greeting


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Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 179 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm with scattered clouds ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Cain: Hacking.

There are currently [ no ] pending requests.

Have a nice day and good luck with your continued rehabilitation.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! )

Jul. 26th, 2012

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[ action/video | open ]

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backdated to early morning; action )

[ Gamzee found himself fiddling with the communicator. He was chill as chill could possibly be, having said goodbye to the ache in his head and body after a nap and sopor.

He flicks on the communicator, kind of boredly, and you get a nice (dim) view of Gamzee's face. (He's smiling.) ]


Hey, my brothers and sisters. A motherfucker's got himself wonderin', and, uh... like, how even do you get yourself down to a place to be callin' home? I mean, this place ain't that bad, but. [ He makes odd motions around himself, like he's gesturing to the area around him. You can see shelves behind him. He's obviously in a store. ]

It's kind of not that nice, I guess what I'm sayin' is I'm wonderin' where you get a little hive to stay at? This one's pretty nice. But it ain't mine, it is. Are you even allowed to grab yourself places? Don't even fuckin' know jack shit about this prison-called place, haha.

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Video | Private to Ciaphas Cain


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Private message to Ciaphas Cain )

Jul. 25th, 2012

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video

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[ hello Marina, please say hello to a very distraught looking robot on your video feed. A very distraught, disgusted, and loud robot on your video feed ]

You... You're all serious about this?!!?

Now, now you're tellin' me, that you, as in those who ... alright fine you all know who I'm talkin' to, you know, deep inside of yer hearts, pumpin' blood throughout your squishy little bodies. You know exactly who you are and... and you should be ashamed of yourselves considerin' the fact... that... that yer-- you're tellin' me that you... you put those... THERE?!

There.... there isn't a need why... why would you ever consider that... in... your... y.. I don't even want to think about it. You're serious about this then? Why would you even want to do that those... those don't belong there nothing belongs there...

You're... You're all disgusting!!

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[ Action | Open ] Hospital


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[Into Sector 5 comes Birdman with a certain rambunctious little brother named Cain in tow. Cain seems to be in a great deal of pain and is having an extremely difficult time walking, and Birdman has one of his arms looped around his shoulders and is assisting him in hobbling along towards the hospital - though it's not really helping, what with Birdman being over 6' tall and Cain being a little baby shrimp and it all just winds up being really awkward and difficult to maneuver.]

[The secret is he'd been flying/teleporting them both towards Sector 5 a few minutes before, but now that he was actually in it, there'd be no more of that. These humans didn't need to know about the whole psychic powers thing anyway. That was none of their business.]


[ooc note: Anybody who wants to hop in and give Birdman a hand is welcome. Be warned, Birdman is responsible for Cain's injuries and is going to lie through his teeth about it, so heads up for creepy dude being a creep. ;( ]

Jul. 22nd, 2012


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Entire Day of 176 [PUNISHMENT] video/action [open]


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[Cain is out and about today, despite still needing rest from the day before. He used his powers so, so much that feels hung over today. He's scuffed up and his eye is bandaged, so he's not in the best condition anyone has seen him in. You may also notice a thin silver band over his mess of scars on his neck.]

[ooc: Cain has to complete three punishments. He will be available for video the entire time, but you may bother him during or after either action]

Catch Cain sweeping the beach )
Or find him making statue poses )
Or would you like to play a game? )

Warning: Birdman thread (abuse/ disturbing violence)

Jul. 16th, 2012


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day 176 [video / voice];


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[someone sure is in the hospital, maybe for the day. his head is wrapped up tight in gauze, but he otherwise looks okay. his index and middle finger on his right hand are also splinted, for now.]

...For anyone who had to see what happened yesterday: I'm okay—no one needed to see that broadcast. Sorry to those of you who had to see it, and...thanks to those of you who did whatever you did to bring me to the hospital... I'm sorry to have troubled you.

[the video feed cuts—
private to Cain; impossible to hack )

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[Video | ALL DAY | 176] ==> Punishment


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[After the announcement, her communicator clicks on. PM, outfitted with a new silver restraining collar, is lying in the bed she shares with WV and AR (who is hogging the blankets and more than a third of the bed thanks to being skewed diagonally). For the unfamiliar, the three of them are of a hard-shelled alien race--PM is pure sparkly white, and the other two a shiny beetle black.]

[As she starts to wake up, the situation seems so nonsensical that she doesn’t register it as anything more than an odd dream. There’s a span of confused, puzzled squinting with her remaining eye as she reads the summary of her punishment, and finds that no, she can’t turn her feed off. The very moment that the situation fully dawns on her is clear--a sudden widening of her eye, tension returning to her body. She pushes out of bed and strides out, her pajama gown billowing a bit behind her, and she ignores any half-asleep protests from her "dear friends." It takes all of her self-control to gently close the bedroom door.]

[She makes her way to the balcony of their Sector 2 home, which is at or near the top of the apartment complex, given the spectacular view. Only once she’s outside does she let herself explode.]


Excuse me, WHAT?!

[Her whole body is trembling with incredulous rage. Even if the rules had said something about being punished for injury, she didn't actually expect that to apply the one time when she was more victim than mutual combatant. It just seemed too bizarre to be real. PM grips the glowing gold ring that hangs around her neck as she takes a deep, calming breath.]

[Her voice is strong and has an angry edge, but she is otherwise in control.]
Good morning. This is PM. It seems that the wardens are forcing me to broadcast myself today.

And this is why.

[They don’t want her to keep secrets? Fine. She’ll oblige. The alien queen brings her injured wrist up and points to her gauze-covered eye socket.]

Yesterday, a man named Jack Noir, known also as the Sovereign Slayer, ambushed me while I was decorating and preparing the new post office. He stabbed me through my wrist to pin me to the floor, and then gouged out my eye.

This punishment is for letting myself get hurt.

... Be careful, everyone.

[That offered, she stalks back inside to go about her day. And you all get to come with her!!]

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((OOC: PM will be 100% trollable all day! About anything!! Everything she does is stalkable!!! Click through for more deets. )

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Day 176 - Morning Greeting


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[info]marinanova
Welcome to Day 176 of the first generation. The weather will be just like yesterday's. Hopefully you haven't forgotten what it was like already.

You have been some very, very naughty criminals. We bring you to an even more posh prison, and you practically trip over yourselves to gouge each other's eyes out. How crude. We may have to offer an eye patch hut at this point.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of their punishments are being transmitted to their devices.

Jack Noir: Assault
Prospitian Monarch: Injury
Cain: Assault and attempted murder, destruction of property, and injury
Rion Steiner: Assault and injury
Dirk Strider: Attempted robot damage
Vriska Serket: Destruction of property

For those of you who can keep your hands to yourselves you may enjoy a little treat in sector 0 today. There will be a photo booth open for public use for those of you who are sentimental.

Requested items for Elena Gilbert, Bruce Banner, Atton Rand are now available for pick up at the kiosk. Nothing terribly interesting among them I'm afraid.


(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested.)

Jul. 11th, 2012

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day 175 [video];

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[guess who's finally had the gal enough to show her face via video-feed!

maybe it's just the hideous orange jumpsuit that makes her feel like being embarrassed about all of her various disfigurations aren't even worth being embarrassed about any more. she's mutilated it fairly well until she finds her proper ...well, dress—she's torn off the sleeves completely so as to not be caused discomfort by the large nails lodged into her bony shoulders, and she's done something with the pants to turn them into a skirt with high splits up the hip (to allow for similar comfort, as she has nails in her thighs and hips). probably some hand-done seamstress magic.

though she hasn't been here long, she's already clearly a lot more confidant in her own presentation; there isn't so much shame and fear, because here she is, just sitting in front of the feed, staring straight into the camera. plenty of people have taught her that she shouldn't fear herself, since arriving.

but she looks a little sad.]


...Some people didn't make it into this dome from the last one, did they?

[since Painwheel's never shown the network her face, her voice will at least be recognizable to those who have spoken to her—low and strained from injury.]

It's so unlucky...

—Ah—[she lifts her head a little, blinking.]

Um, has anyone had any luck relocating their clothing—?

I really can't deal with this.

[she plucks the frayed hem of the fabric at her shoulders, then ends the public feed with a little "thank you."]


[private to Cain] )