It's been worrying at me since Mal left. This isn't how it's meant to be. He doesn't leave me. Mal never leaves me. He comes and retrieves me from places where I'm perfectly safe to put me in the middle of a war even when he wishes I were somewhere else. He denies that he wants me around while making it impossible for me to leave. He wouldn't leave me in prison. Ever.

[She sounds incredibly affronted and offended by the whole idea of Mal leaving her.]

I got him out of scrape with the law more than once and yes I slapped him and yes it was fun, but it was necessary to sell the scenario. One would hardly believe I'd allow my man servant to escape with another woman and not punish him in some way.

It's ridiculous that Sentience has allowed things to progress in a manner that is so inconsistent with previous behaviors.

[And there's the sound of something shattering against the wall. The next is said in a very quiet voice, almost a whisper]

I miss him.

[ Hawke's in her leather armor today, and looking very comfortable. she gives the camera a big grin. ]

Who'd be willing to loan me a blade? [ cheerful, guileless ] I'll give it back, I promise. In Andraste's name, and all that.

I just want to hit something. Or someone. In a sparring match, of course. [ she's hanging around the park, stretching, and just strolling aimlessly. ]

[closed/private]

Rebecca, are you still interesting in finding out what despair tastes like? [ the grin is more of a smirk now. ]

[video(/action?) - morning | closed]

[Tieria was released from the hospital that morning, and the first thing he did was make the promised call to Neil.]

Neil. Are you awake, yet?

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[action 1 - late-morning, midday | open in general, but thread with Revive closed]

[Tieria left the hospital feeling a little off, but mostly okay. There was also a bit of a lighter feeling. He really couldn't describe it, but he felt a bit looser, like things were all okay. He had Haro with him as he wandered, not really overly concerned just yet with figuring a lot of things out.]

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[action 2 - evening | open]

[Had a little fun, and now Tieria was experiencing his first drunken walk of shame back to his apartment. He had a pretty high tolerance, actually, thanks to his physiology, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But he was still feeling pretty off. He was having some difficulty keeping completely upright, and walking a straight line was out of the question. Judging by how many times he was stopping and berating himself, outloud, it was clearly frustrating him.

Haro wasn't being much help, either. He would bump Tieria from the side if the Meister strayed too far in one direction or the other off the walkway, but that was only resulting in Tieria scolding the little robot.]

[There's nothing to be seen for a few moments, the image's focus blurred, but light giggling can be heard in the background. The giggling becomes laughter interspersed with honking, somewhat unhinged.

The picture soon comes into focus, and in the center of the screen is a puppet dressed all in green. It seems to be standing on its own, only a dark blur of movement now and then announcing Gamzee's presence as he moves and controls it.]

Haa haa!

Hee hee.

Motherfuckin' hoo hoo!

[The puppet, in the troll's quick and unseen hands, begins to perform an odd little jig for anyone watching.]

[Anyone passing by Kurama's home in Sector 4 will notice that there's an unlikely abundance of flowers out in front, most of them out of season. Vines that weren't there the day before are full and blossoming, even threatening to completely obscure the windows. All of this is an exercise of Kurama's powers in their purest form, the plants given life and vigor by his spiritual energy infused into seeds and cuttings. It's almost too much for him, and so, in full view of the prison population, he transforms, the young human man with deep red hair and forest green eyes becoming a demon of pale silver and white with amber eyes and a fox's ears and tale. He can't hold the form for long, and soon, he will reach the limits of his abilities under the warden's restrictions, but for now, he is reveling in the feel of the plants around him and their vinbrant life force.]

I really should have done this a long time ago.

[Michiru has been busy today. She had woken up with sudden urge to throw a party so she had spent most of the morning setting up her idea and finally she is ready to let people know about it.

As the video feed turns on, people will notice that a portion of the beach has been set up for a beach party including drinks, snacks, and appropriate beach games. And of course the teal-haired Senshi throwing the party]

Good afternoon, Marina. It seemed like today is as good a day as any to have a beach party. I have everything that I thought of for games and snacks, but if you can think of, feel free to bring it as well.

[And now for the fun part...]

And just to make it a little more fun, let's make it a clothing optional beach party. But please wait until you get to the beach for those who do not wish to join us.

See you here soon.

[And video feed out]

[ooc: Why yes, she did say clothing optional. Michiru's all set up at the beach and will stay for as long as there are people there or until the gas wears off which ever comes first. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves and above all, have fun!

If you want to respond to Michiru's video post or interact with her, there is a thread here. Otherwise, notifs are off]

[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]

{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}

[ Diva stretched, one arm above her head as she stared at the bay window across from her bed with a speculative look in her eye, as she hummed a question. ]

Is it nice out there? It's so stuffy in here...

[ It only took a second for Diva to ease across the floor, fingers trailing along the back of a white wicker chair before they tightened. In an explosion of movement, she turned, hurling the chair straight for the window, eyes flashing blue as she let go and laughing, laughing as the glass shattered into a hundred pieces and more, falling... ]

Ah, that's better. [ and she leaned forward, suddenly there by the window in a lurch of movement too fast for the eye to see. All that's left before the feed ends is the sight of red blood dripping from the glass, Diva's hand sliding along a sharp, ragged edge.

So bright, so sweet... She almost had a hunger for it. ]

[ restless, needy, Diva won't stay long in her broken rooms. She'll travel, finding refuge in the pavilion she'd long since claimed her own. Stumble upon her at your own risk. She may, or may not, treat you kindly... ]

((ooc: Nothing major will happen to your character without OOC permission first. She's just as likely to walk away as she is to do lasting, major harm.

Aidan you stupid fuck. I can't believe you ran out on me... [He sounds indignant at best but, SIIIGH oh well. Guess Helix is confident his boyfriend will come back in one piece.]

You couldn't wait till I was out of the shower? Get your ass back here already, I got something I wanted to say. [Though... something occurs to him and he goes with it.]

[Haine is making an attempt to reach out to Naoto and warn her of his current condition. She's the only one he can turn to, and hopefully she gets his message. He can't recall if she has her sword or not, but she will need it.]

Somethi--[His voice is extremely strained as he tries to fight through an excruciating headache. But he can't, he just can't do this...]

The Dog... is... loose [The feed dies with a snarl and a clatter as he throws the headset off.]

--

[It's nearing the middle of the day, and D looks anything but well. He's been fighting it for hours, now, but with the hour putting greater stress on his body with its vampire heritage, he's finding his strength to resist strained. He's moving away from public areas, seeking an isolated hideaway shrouded in darkness. His long black coat is pulled tightly around him, the broad brim of his hat pulled down to conceal his features in shadow. He'd just as soon no one witness the growing crimson glow in his eyes or the lengthening canines as his father's blood begins to overwhelm his mother's kinder instincts.]

[ooc: D will probably not be feeding on anyone, because he has enormous self-control, and if approached by a member of the Defense Force, may propose that they lock him up until he's got a better handle on his bloodlust, since he's thinking of doing that on his own anyway.]

[These things always happen on sword class days, why is that?]

[Cain feels like he should question it, maybe even cancel class and stay inside with Felicia, but ultimately he decides to just carry on in the face of it all, because... why not? Whatever Sentience was talking about is really not that big a deal.]

[So, class will be happening today, and he's at the training hall at his usual time, instructing students and ready to watch them wail on each other with sticks--ready to intervene if they happen to get too enthusiastic. Otherwise, he can also be found coming and going, or stopping at the ramen stand for a meal after class.]

[Oz has a date, kind of, not really, but yeah, maybe, a friend date. Rogue and he are meeting at the beach. He hasn't run into anyone yet today so he has no idea that he has no wall between what goes through his mind and what comes out of his mouth today. But once he does figure that out, it should be interesting. So with his hands in his pockets, he's walking toward the beach with his eyes intently on the ground as he walks. Anyone is free to run into him between here and there or between there and here.

And once he gets there, he hopes to find Rogue. Friendly faces are good to spend time with.]

[ Subaru isn't sure what it is about the air today. She had hopped right out of bed, skipped the morning announcement and made swift work of breakfast, all just so she could be out and about as soon as possible. Yesterday's acting workshop had taken a bit out of her — she is one to display her emotions openly, but to fake them, even for fun? It was harder than it looked. She definitely found new respect for anyone in that line of work.

Today, she was going to make it up to herself. And, well, make it up to her best friend, too. That's why she had placed the call and now stood outside of the store waiting for Kohran, rocking back and forth on the balls of her sandal-clad feet, the hem of her short blue skirt swishing to and fro as she did so. ]

[ The video switches on but the view seen is shaky, mainly because it is being carried in hand and swinging back and forth. There's silence for a while before the swinging abruptly stops, revealing what looks to be near the Koi pond. The communicator is finally readjusted as he sits and what looks to be a smiling face stares into the screen.

Except, that wasn't ordinary cheerfulness, no--it was more of a sadistic smile, really.] You're just wasting your time…we're all going to die. We need to. Its the only way…

[ The voice was apathetic, void of any emotion and the hand that is brought into view had blood seeping from the palm, indicating it had been slightly cut. It was clutching a small knife--likely taken from the shelter's kitchen, and the sharp object was being turned over, reflecting a small child's face, and eyes that were dilated. ]

…You can help, if you want to.


((ooc: anyone is welcome to try and snap him out of it but they might be rewarded with verbal or physical resistance. THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN WITHOUT MUN'S PERMISSION THOUGH~))

I wish people were nicer.

[Sougo sighs.]

It would be nice if people would understand why I was upset when I was rejected from the Defense Force. They said it was only for the time being, but it's the closest thing to police work in this place. I'm supposed to do police work. It was the path I chose, and my sister was always very encouraging and supportive of me, even when it meant leaving her behind by herself.

I have to do it for her. Everything that happened to her is because of me, and this is how I can make it up to her.

[He starts to speak softer and more quietly, starting to trail off.]

I guess I just thought you should know... Not that I think anyone is listening, because everyone hates me, but I don't have anyone to talk to, and people always say talking about things is a good thing to do. I think it's stupid, though, because it doesn't change anything, and it won't fix what I let happen to my sister...

[the artificial sun rises, and the first bright, buttery rays of the morning slant through the parted curtains of the bedroom window and fall on the three peacefully-sleeping carapacians huddled together under the blankets. WV is on one edge of the bed, with PM on the other side, the both of them with their arms loosely wrapped around AR, in the middle.]

[WV feels himself rising out of the black half-sleep that follows dreams, and lets himself wake up, opening his eyes a little to look at AR's face. He needs a moment to remember why, exactly, AR is with them, but when he does, he smiles, glad that AR has come out of his self-imposed isolation, if only briefly.]

[ordinarily, he might be nervous of AR's reaction if he were to wake up, but somehow that doesn't seem to bother him this morning. Instead, he closes his eyes and gently leans his head against AR's, simply enjoying being close to his friend.]

Just a curious little poll for my fellow dome dwellers, just kinda curious about something. I mean, if you've ever been to the computer lab in sector two you might've noticed the intranet set up. Not internet, of course, but it's something. Was wondering if anyone would use it more if it had some... better content? [Oh, she's thinking of a few things.]

... For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, you really need to be introduced to being online. And stat. I might even be able to hook you up sometime.


( Action; closed to Cross )

[Cain is in a strange mood, to say the least. He's currently going through withdrawal, although he's mostly being medicated for it, and he's noticed in his last few interactions with people that he's dropped his guard. Not that he really cares right now, anyway.]

[He flips on a video feed and smiles]

So I noticed today that there is some increased security regarding your files, and that I am no longer able to check undetected. Being that I am currently completely reliant on Sentience for my medicine, it is probably suicidal to check in. ... Oh, Who am I kidding! That won't stop me. I could pull up personal medical records this time, but it will probably be too boring. There is some sort of ban on sex or something, right?

So no one is carrying anything appropriately disgusting?

[If you want to find him, he's right outside the noodle shop, eating plain rice noodles in a vegetable broth with his fingers. He doesn't usually care what anyone thinks of him, and now it's only worse.]

[[ooc: he's not even near a computer, and he's way too lazy to pull up medical records right now, so he won't, but he wants to see if he can trick anyone into spilling.]]

[so how's it going this fine day of no inhibitions, prisoners of Marina?

Painwheel is meandering—she's been exploring for the past couple of days, finally having even settled on a place for herself. but she's not there, now. right now, she's harmlessly wandering around sector 5, since she hasn't explored as much of it yet.

she's been braving going out more and more, despite her hesitation to be seen. she's feeling less like she has to hide for the sake of not scaring the piss out of everyone. she still seems to be laying a little low, though. no one's really seen her face, save for 3-4 people.

and she's totally unaffected by, if not also completely oblivious of, the gas that's choking up the asylum. without any inhibitions, how does a face like this make you feel?

and even if you aren't affected, feel free to say hi whether or not you know her!]