[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Marina Academy Faculty - teachers, assistants, and other volunteers ): a notice from Gilbert G.P. Guilford.

[Oblivious to the bomb crisis because it hasn't even happened yet, thanks to a distinct lack of respect for chronology, PM is cheerfully going about her route while there is still some light out. Of note is a pure black sword strapped to her side with a makeshift sheath, but other than that one rather noteworthy change, she goes about her day trying to track down the various school faculty.]

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[Video: Open to all]
Good evening, Marina. As you all have no doubt heard, there has been a threat to the Defense Force Headquarters. We are well aware of the situation and have already taken steps to ensure safety. It would be most helpful for everyone to remain calm.

Additionally, please do not cross the established perimeter surrounding the headquarters. [Which is easily spotted with the bright crime-scene like tape, and posted guards.]

We are available to answer any questions you have.


[Filtered to Defense Force]
Hello, Defense Force members. [A somewhat more official, yet still friendly, tone.] Suzaku would like to thank everyone for their adherence to his instructions. Those who are guarding the perimeter, please be vigilant about not allowing anyone through. Patrol members are instructed to report any concerning activity over official filters right away.

Anyone with abilities that allow them to withstand an explosion safely, please contact myself or Suzaku to volunteer for searches within or in the immediate area of HQ. Anyone else who feels they can assist in any way, please respond immediately.

As far as punishment for the perpetrator, it is still under consideration.

Please continue to assure the inmates that things are under control. The goal of this threat was panic, and we cannot allow that to occur. Remaining in close contact is essential, and please remember to use the official filters.

((OOC: I'm on my way out but I wanted to get this up! Lacus will answer tags when I get back, BUT Suzaku may also respond and/or people can discuss among themselves. o/ ))

[Raistlin appears on the video, looking like usual without much emotion attached to his features. He studies the scene before him carefully, as if he's thinking about something important, then turns to the screen and speaks in a soft voice.]

I've been informed that there is a wizard named Billy Kaplan here.

Has anyone here heard of him?

[ It's a quiet video that flicks into being. Black covers the screen except where the thin glow of the park lights shine in through the window. It's quiet, except for the slow rip sounding through the air and the clink of metal striking cool tile.

One would imagine there's nothing there at all.

Until she starts humming, broken words coming through as she pauses, continuing the torment. ]

Rip them up.

[ tear ]

Pluck out the eyes. And discard them.

[ ... pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiink. ]

He left you again.

[ laughing, low and sultry ]

We'll have to change that.

[ thud

Slowly, a lump rolls into view of the camera. A severed doll's head. With unseeing eyes. It's never wise to leave Diva all alone. You should know better then this.

Conrad. ]

[OPEN]

[Naoto hefts up the wooden practice sword, experimentally slashing it through the air once or twice before letting it rest at her side. She can't help but frown. It's so different, the weight, the length, the shape - it's like someone cut off her arm and handed her another. She doesn't put it back though. Instead, she shifts into a few familiar positions before launching herself into a imaginary battle. It's not her sword, but she has to get used to it.]

[CLOSED to Nill]

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[Hikaru is missing Kaoru like crazy. That's not unusual since his brother is his entire life, and it feels like he hasn't seen him in a very long time. Not having him here always felt terrible, despite making friends and always meeting new people.

Look at how hard he's concentrating.]

Will you help me with a personal survey? It's just some things I've been thinking about.

Some of you may remember Kaoru, my brother, when he was here for some time. We're used to people assuming they know what being twins is like, but most of the time, they're wrong. So here's where the survey part comes in:

What do you think twins are? More specifically, identical twins.
What kinds of things do you think when you see twins?
Do you ever assume they are the same, just because they have the same face? Be honest.

I want to know what you think. People really can't be as clueless and as dumb as they have been in my life. I hope you prove me wrong.

[Action - Open ]

[ Being a teenage boy, Ventus does not do well with being cooped up - either forced or voluntarily. So even though it is cold out, he would rather be outside playing in the snow than he would being inside nice and warm. Maybe at night when he's worn out, but fresh in the morning? Heck no!

So there is a Ventus out in the snow in the park, looking at a pile of it rather critically before he summons one of his Keyblades - Stroke of Midnight, which goes with the snowy landscape, he thought, with its blues and whites. Not to mention it had some fond memories attached - Jacques and Cinderella.

He stood back from the awkward pile of snow and frowned in concentration at it, pointing the Keyblade at it.]

Blizzard!

[It was the weakest spell, but knowing Acumen limited his access to his magic (and the fact a blizzaga probably would be destroyed the pile), he went with it. The little ball of ice hit the pile of snow and rolled off and away, Ventus following and grinning when he saw the nice size snowball it had made. Perfect.

He turned and repeated the process, slowly building more of them...]

[Video - locks to Akito/Agito]

Hey, how are the Air Gears coming?

[ooc: feel free to bother. He's just having fun in the snow in the park so he's open to pokes!]

[Sometime after sun down, once Helix has successfully planted his little gift and escaped Axel. Helix decides it's high time to get the show on the road. The red head is probably still looking for him, so he's in a nondescript area for this. He's got a small window of time, best get the actual threat out before they find his little bomb. So Marina, you're greeted with the familiar blue visage.]

Greetings Marina. I have a public service announcement. [He seems serious yet very nonchalant.]

If I were you, I'd stay a good... [Pause to consider.] 200 feet--give or take--away from the Defense Force Headquarters. Unless you want to end up in tiny chunks splattered all over the sector.

There is currently a bomb hidden within and set to go off at midnight. [Which is only a few hours from now.]

You can thank me later for the heads up.

Have a nice day--Night--Whatever.

[A small, Wiley sort of smile before the feed shuts off. And he's making a point to move to a new location, just in case he can be traced like one would a cell phone call. He'll have to keep moving unless he ditches his headset, he's thought about it, but decides not to for one reason or another. He doesn't want to be caught too easily, but he doesn't really care if he is. It's not like there's any real threat or that he'll talk anyway.]

[the communicator turns on with a clatter as it tumbles across the floor of Orihime's house and comes to a stop, facing her. Orihime is sprawled on the floor, having tripped over apparently nothing at all. she's still in her pajamas even though it's afternoon; she's felt sick and strange and dizzy all day, and so she stayed in bed. but now that she's finally gotten up...]

[whispered] Ow.

[Orihime clutches at her face as she starts to straighten. anyone who knows her may recognize that her hair is much longer, and thicker, and wavy. she is, in fact -- two years older than she was before]

[she just holds her head for a beat longer before reaching for the communicator again. when she notices it's on, she smiles sheepishly, picking it up]

Um -- good afternoon, everyone... Can I ask someone to get me something from the clothing store?

[her hair isn't all that's grown! CANON UPDATE'D]

[Making a public phone call, what is this nonsense. It seemed like the better option though, as opposed to filtering. Here we go.]

Hi. [Good start.]

I'm Dr Spencer Reid and I'm looking for either Suzaku or Lacus with the Defense Force.
I'm interested in joining. Well, re-joining, I suppose.

((ooc ETA: a quick reminder that there's a PERMISSIONS POST up on his journal! Please fill it out at your leisure!))

[The gym was ready. Duo was ready. He planned on showing the newbies the basics first, then setting up teams, and then it was game time. He had some stuff set up that he'd picked up at the convenience store, too, for afterwards if people wanted to hang out and chat or play another game of one-on-one. He set up the video feed.]

Hey, all! I've got the basketball stuff ready so just start coming down. I figure we'll start the game itself around mid-afternoon, but if anyone wants practice time or quick cram lessons beforehand, feel free to stop by now. [Duo gave a quick wave and popped off.]

( OOC Cut for OOC Info )

[ Ahhh. When will the winter end? It's easy to feel restless against the cool weather.

Sinking his head a little, Setsuna buries his face against his scarf. As he waits for a certain Captain, he's seated on a park bench.

Earlier today, he received a quick audio message. (He got hung up on before even reacting.) Graham told him to come and meet here for a favor. As he glances up the "sky," he just idly daydreams while waiting.

What should he cook for lunch, he wonders... ]

Good morning, Marina. My name is Michiru Kaiou. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in violin lessons. I played professionally at home and would like to offer my expertise if someone is interested in learning.

[Michiru will be in one of the practice rooms if someone should happen by, using the opportunity to tune her violin and get some practicing in]

[It's early. Probably too early. That doesn't matter though because this is a question of Great Importance and farm boys never sleep anyway. So he clicks on the feed, voice kept on the low side to not wake up his room mate. There's also a cup of tea. Mmn tea.]

Hey, so. I know it's still winter an' all but I was talkin' to someone 'bout growin' stuff an' I was wonderin'...

Has anyone... y'know. Grown vegetables or anythin' here?

[It's Day 151 in Marina, and for Kurama and the inmates who've chosen to sample the Mythology course, it's the first day of class. The door to the classroom is open a little early, to give students plenty of time to find a seat and get comfortable, or to speak with the instructor before class if so inclined. The chairs have been arranged in a circle to allow for free flow of discussion. This class session is a meet-and-greet, not a lecture. Kurama stands off to one side so that his presence will hopefully not have too much impact on where the students sit, and he can readily be engaged in private conversation.

Once all of the students have arrived, Kurama takes a seat in the circle between two of them and offers the group a welcoming smile.]

Thank you for coming. I hope you've all had the opportunity to go over the course description and to hear the plans for today's session. As a quick reminder, this is the Mythology course, so if you were expecting something else, check your schedule, though I do encourage you to stay. You might have some fun. [His tone is on the comfortable edge of teasing, meant to help put the students at ease. First days can be nerve-wracking, he knows.]

Today, I'd like us all to get to know each other. We'll go around the circle and share names--there's no need for any honorifics or titles here, unless you prefer to use them--and if you have a folktale or legend you'd like to share from your world, please do. I'll get us started. My name is Kurama. That also happens to be the name of a mountain outside of Kyoto, Japan. There is an old story that claims the mountain is home to the ruler of the tengu, a powerful type of youkai, or demon, who are sometimes worshiped as gods. He is believed to have taught one of Japan's greatest warriors the art of swordsmanship more than eight hundred years ago.

[Kurama keeps his telling of the tengu of the mountain with which he shares his name brief. He wants his students to have plenty of time to share stories of their own, and after entertaining questions, moves the discussion around the circle.

After class, students are welcome to linger to chat with each other, or to bring any questions to Kurama they'd like to have answered before they leave.]

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( OOC Information. Please read before tagging! )

[Another night was spent at the workshop. She still couldn't bring herself to sleep at home. If she had to be alone it was better if she was working. She hadn't been taking care of herself lately and the lack of food and sleep was catching up to her. It was just too hard to focus on her project anymore, so she stumbled out to the halls of the academy. She didn't make it very far before she collapsed from exhaustion, not even trying to get up.]

[ooc: dance class was to be held today, but Hiling won't be showing up to teach or answering her communicator.]

[As soon as the "daylight" comes on, Conrad's slipping out Zelda's door, having eaten and cleaned up the platter she brought and folded her blanket neatly, leaving a quick note that he will be back to wash it later. Hopefully she won't be worried, but he has things to do.]

[Namely, finding Wolfram and avoiding Diva. Which is why he tries to be careful as he moves through the alleys and streets, but there's no avoiding everyone. He only hopes that people won't take much notice of the small bandage on his temple.]

( Private Voice Filters to Tear and Hei, respectively )

Good morning, inmates. It is the 151st day of the third generation. The weather will continue to be cool today.

Inmate Reki, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.


((ooc: Sorry for the delay! I swear it won't happen again.))

HI!

[See GIR waving very happily at the screen! He's in the park right now this early in the morning, circling around trees and trying to figure out which ones are his breakfast trees from before!

And he may or may not be watering the grass with orange juice. You know, just in case the grass will grow into breakfast grass.]

Does anybody know how to cheer up Acumen~? He's bein' a little silly poopy pants all by his-self!

What he needs is a friend~~