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15 August 2011 at 04:27 pm
[ there is a small green lizard current on one of the sidewalks next to the park. he is really not sure how he got there, considering last he remembered, he was on rapunzel's shoulder as they crawled their way out of the pub.
he's kind of scared, not gonna lie, and really he just wants to go hooooome. he's so alarmed and out of place he's not even bothering to camouflage himself.
so please, pay attention where you walk and try not to step on the small green thing? ]
[Video | Action | Open]
15 August 2011 at 04:44 pm
Oh, Mister Acumen, I think there must be some mistake~!Yes, Brother Dear, he's absolutely made a mistake! We're not supposed to be here at all.[Two perfectly adorable twins, white-blonde and blue eyed, are smiling brightly into the communicator from their bench in the park. They're very young, dressed in elaborate, old fashioned clothes, and seem just as sweet as cotton candy.]You see, Mister Acumen, we have a very important job to do. People will be wondering where we are, and those people may get angry. I don't want to make anyone angry.Besides, being trapped in a place we can't escape makes my Sister Dear very sad. Doesn't it, Sister Dear?Oh yes, Brother Dear, it makes me want to cry.So, Mister Acumen, if you could just send us back to the boat to Roanapur? We would really appreciate it~!
The 128th Day
15 August 2011 at 04:45 pm
Those of you who heard the Engineers' correspondence yesterday, please do not concern yourselves with it. They do not lie, but you may rest assured that they would do nothing to endanger this facility or the lives of those within it. I am running a system diagnostic now to make sure nothing will happen, but if an incident does occur, there is nothing to be afraid of.
With that said, today is the 128th day of the third generation. Hopefully those of you who arrived recently are getting settled in. The weather will be--
[a few scattered voice distortions as Acumen continues "pleasant" "with" and then it finally cuts off completely]
[today the kiosk will be unavailable, and people with items to receive will find their requests delayed. all robots will be mute, but still responsive to what you say to them]
[video/action // open]
15 August 2011 at 05:47 pm
[Have an up close and personal look at an eye, Marina. A rather pretty dark brown eye, marred only by the fact that an enormous fuzzy black caterpillar seems to have crawled above it and died--or maybe just by the fact that its owner has an incredibly thick, bushy eyebrow.]
I wonder if this is working yet.....[The view pulls back a little to show a very ruggedly masculine face, complete with a large nose, shiny black bowl cut, and large, calloused, powerful-looking hands. He tinkers with the device a little more--mostly just pressing buttons at random, really, in an attempt to figure out what they do. Being that he's not actually wearing
it, he isn't really having much luck.]
Well, I suppose I could always try again, if it isn't?[He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he studes the communicator, then nods to himself firmly, looking satisfied. He punches one more button for good measure, then puts on the device and carefully straightens it out. It reveals a fashion disaster--dark blue sandals paired with gaudy, puffy, pinstriped bright orange legwarmers; a red cloth belt with a shining silver plate where a buckle should be, bearing a stylized leaf engraved on it; a bulky forest green flak vest with a multitude of pockets on it; and a blindingly bright spring green, very skintight spandex jumpsuit that leaves far too little to the imagination. Even worse, he seems to be posing, hips thrust out and fists resting solidly on them, chest puffed out self-confidently.]
Hello, people of Marina! It seems we are to be prisoners together! I earnestly hope this won't be the case forever, but until our stay here is finished, then I feel it is only right and proper to introduce myself to all of you, so we may come to be comrades and work together well as quickly and smoothly as possible![A sudden, dramatic breeze ruffles his vest and hair, carrying leaves that swirl behind him, dancing in the wind and winking in the sun. A convenient sunbeam bathes Gai in golden light as he spins, this pose even more dramatic than the last, one arm thrown to the sky before whipping down to point emphatically at the camera. It rises to make a thumbs up soon after, and he winks and grins, teeth sparkling blindly (and maybe even audibly, was that a 'ping' just then?) for the benefit of his audience.]
|I am Maito Gai, the Proud Green Beast of Konoha!|
It's a pleasure to meet you all; please allow me the honor of your friendship, and the privilege of any further knowledge about this place that you've acquired! Together, our strength and the fruits of our hard work will know no bounds!((OOC: Maito Gai from Naruto, from somewhere during part 2. No specific canon point, but likely somewhere between the Rescue Gaara arc and the Pain arc.))
15 August 2011 at 05:49 pm
[Echoing through the communicators is an odd post. Pure audio, it's nothing except shrill, amused laughter.
[Any attempts to reply back to the post will be met with silence on the other end. However, at random places within the dome, you can find a young woman of about twenty, floating around. She has a very odd set of wings on her back, and a snake wrapped around her wrist, with a half-materialized trident. Her back is to you, and she doesn't seem to be putting up any magic-barriers or defenses...
]((Basically, this girl is a nue (named "Nue"), a type of youkai shapeshifter. If you bug her in person, she'll turn herself into the person you most do not want to see. How she knows any of this is unknown. Also she's just a troll, so she won't attack, and if it's clear she's upsetting you to the point of not being funny, she'll drop the act. Tag at your own risk!))
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15 August 2011 at 05:51 pm
[It isn't unusual to see odd things in an abandoned warehouse. This video shows a strange lump of leathery blackish-green, with gleaming ivory points interspersed over it. A closer look reveals that it seems to be some sort of thoroughly unnatural creature, as though some terrible accident of evolution had allowed humans, dinosaurs, birds of prey, and Swiss Army Knives to mate. A long spiked tail, taloned feet and powerful legs, clawed human hands, a serpentine neck topped with a bullet-sleek head and fanged, razor-edged serrated beak..... and scythe-like blades absolutely everywhere, from forehead to elbows and wrists to knees and tail. This creature looks like nothing so much as a living weapon, violence incarnate, a nightmare crafted into flesh and bone.
Hellish red eyes slowly slide open, then snap wide to inspect their surroundings, and the entire scene lurches violently; the creature must have been laying on the button-side of its communicator before it righted itself. Another dizzying burst of movement proves that the creature is big, seven feet tall at the least, and built far more powerfully than most humans could ever hope to be. It's leapt to its feet now, head sweeping back and forth to survey the dusty box-strewn room, an agitated sweep of its tail sending the welcome basket behind it flying as its contents scatter across the floor. It doesn't really seem to register the text message on its communicator at all; it stops mid-reach for the communicator as the basket clatters away, whirling in surprise and raising its arms threateningly as it searches for the source of the noise.
No enemy presents itself, but the creature throws its head back and howls, the sound somewhere between a fearsome deep-throated roar and a raptor's rising shriek. The warehouse catches the sound, echoing it back in a series of madcap, eerie distortions. The creature bristles and lashes its tail as it keeps watch, arms held poised with their blades raking out, ready to strike.
With how thoroughly alien the creature is, it takes a very keen observer indeed to distinguish between the rage and aggression it seems to be displaying, and the sheer defensive terror that's actually spurring it on.]
((OOC: Jara Hamee, one of the first free Hork-Bajir from Animorphs. No specific canon point unless it's necessary. He's really much sweeter and stupider than he appears here--but also quite illiterate, so all these welcome materials aren't doing much for him.))
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15 August 2011 at 05:54 pm
[There's someone familiar walking around Marina today—almost familiar.
If you don't look closely you might think she's the older Kitty. But if you do observe more keenly you'll see she's missing the gauntlets on her wrists, her hair is a little longer, and her skin is a slightly darker shade. It might remind you more of Tyki or Road's. She has something else from them too—a little display of crosses tattooed across her forehead. She didn't need ink for that. Of course her hair might be covering it at the moment. You'll need to pay attention.
There's a smirk playing upon her lips as she explores this new place. You could say she finds it all very amusing and it has her curious. There are just so many people to meet. Things to see. Things to do.]
(OOC: AU Katherine Pryde: Noah edition. She'll be exploring, so anywhere you want to find her and any time throughout the day is fine. Unless there is major drama and I'll update if there is!)
[Action | Open]
15 August 2011 at 05:55 pm
[Francis York Morgan lights up a cigarette to try and settle his stomach.]
[After an excruciatingly long time savoring it, he stubs it out and raises two of his fingers to his temple.]
Can you believe it, Zach? An underwater prison! Not that it's much like an American prison. This is like that movie from the 60s... What was it called...? That's right. The Underwater City. I've never seen it, but I've heard it called a classic science fiction film. None of the actors really went on to big starring roles, but they showed up in some pretty popular TV shows. Cameos. We should rent that one when we get back to civilization.
Let's ask the locals about this place. No sense in taking the warden's word for it.
Are you with me, Zach? [He drops his hand to his side and walks in the most unhurried and casual manner possible, keeping an eye out for people to interview.]
15 August 2011 at 06:01 pm
[Wherever you are in the dome, it doesn't matter. Morning Rescue Man doesn't care. Because before you know it, he will be dropping in from above, suspended by a harness and wearing an orange and white jumpsuit.]
[VIdeo | Open]
15 August 2011 at 06:05 pm
Hey, brats! Where'd you disappear to?[There's a - well, it's sure something on the screen, anyway. Maybe a bear head? Or a mouse head? Anyway, it's zooming around irritably, though you couldn't tell with that fixed, toothy smile.]
Damnit, this is what I get for workin' with kids. They all piss off somewhere and leave me -
- oh, a prison? [He's just gotten his message.]
That's cute. Listen, Acumen, I ain't playin' around here. You don't just grab the Mighty One in the middle of a game and stick him in prison. Whole worlds
are gonna be destroyed because I ain't there. That fine by you? Those stupid punks need
me, don't you get that?[A sigh, and then he finally stills.]
Well? Speak up, you little shits. If I'm here, at least one of you has gotta be here.
[audio (Lucy starting)]
15 August 2011 at 06:06 pm
Please tell me I'm not the only one thinking this can't be a prison.
[Lucy sighs.] The research facility was less accommodating. At least I had my own ward there, with a nice straight jacket.
...does anyone have some pills? My head is aching.
((As I've taken her from a later canonpoint in the manga, Lucy will not be attacking your human muse! No worries. Nyuu may or may not pop out at random.))
15 August 2011 at 06:07 pm
[The voice coming across the feed is that of someone who's failing miserably at keeping his emotions under control.]
I... How am I supposed to stop St. Binah from falling from here?! How... how I am supposed to do anything?!
[It's not like he can argue with the voice that told him it was "best" for him to be here. That's probably what most people thought. Hell, that's what he thought, on some level. He'd wanted to make up for it so much, but obviously this... this "Acumen" thing or whatever had other ideas. And it was probably right... But... he still had a responsibility, didn't he? To make up for what he'd done!]
What am I supposed to do...? I... I have to go back! I can't just... forget about it!
15 August 2011 at 06:09 pm
A prison? [The video shows Honey looks curiously at the device as he read the welcome message because his expression becomes a bit worried, almost as if he's going to cry while tightly holding onto Usa-chan]
But, I didn't even do anything wrong, or at least that I remember--
For a dream, this isn't a very nice one.
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 06:29 pm
Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt.]
You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]
[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 06:33 pm
Uhh...huh. [His strange, double-edged voice is filled with confusion. He's read the message--three times now, in fact--and he still has no clue what the hell is going on. The Turian taps at the communicator thoughtfully, his eye-scope whirling as it focuses.]
So you're meaning to tell me... that I'm in prison now. Out of all the people in the galaxy, you choose me to put in here. [Is he understanding this correctly? This is crazy.]
Listen, I don't meant to be a downer, really, but if you don't let me get back there, I'm pretty sure that all, sentient biological life is going to be wiped out. And that's a bad thing.
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 06:39 pm
What... the hell? [Have a bemused, tousled looking man squinting into the communicator, Marina.]
There's no way... The last thing I remember, I crawled through that hole, and...--Eileen! [That's right! She was supposed to be with him here! ...Wherever here was.]
Oh no, no, no, is this another dream? Another nightmare? [Gripping the roots of his hair for a minute.] ...Is anyone out there? Anyone not a ghost...?
[Video | Open]
15 August 2011 at 06:56 pm
[a heavy sigh as a young woman with redish hair appears on the screen. She looks annoyed, but her speech is all business.]
I can't begin to explain how I got here, but I'll need some information. I am Enforcer Tiana Lanster with the Time-Space Administration Bureau; please respond if you can be of assistance.
[And then, she pauses, and mentally calls out, Subaru?. Anyone with telepathic abilities would normally be able to hear it, but her range seems a bit limited here so they'll have to be close.]
[ voice | action | open ]
15 August 2011 at 06:56 pm
[ he's off in the butterfly pavilion, holding his head. it's kind of like a whiplash, being in one place and then another. here he had been, laughing at Ampora in the horn pile and BAM. now there are these flutter beasts with flowers that Sollux would be giving to his bees. sure, he's read over the message several times, but everything is kind of setting him off. approach with caution, since this is one troll that does not appreciate being plucked from the Veil and sent into a prison.
then he stops looking around and actually listens. wait a minute. there's a distinct lack of noise in his head. ]
What the fuck happened to the voithes? I'm not complaining about that lothh, but don't go fucking around with thomeone'th powerth, you grubfithted, nookthuckerth!
15 August 2011 at 06:57 pm
[Her Condescension, Empress of trolls, is very displeased with this situation. You can tell by her expression, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses, her lower lip jutted out. She adjusts the various bangles on her arms, takes her tiara off and sets it on her head again at a slightly adjusted angle. She doesn't speak through any of this, but finally after several moments of silence she speaks up.]
What is this? [She hisses it, but it comes out far too cheerful to sound threatening. She can't help it, her voice is musical no matter what tone she uses.
She gives the camera an expectant look. Someone sure better answer her soon, or somebody's gonna get culled.]
15 August 2011 at 06:59 pm
[Sync eyes the buildings, the roads, the very air around him with distrust, his lips curling downward with it.
It was ugly, and he wanted nothing to do with it.
On the other hand - ]
Free Score readings! Learn your future. Yulia doesn’t wish anybody to be blinded because of a few people’s poor judgment. [His voice is loud, his words steady.]
15 August 2011 at 07:02 pm
[The face on the feed is a little bored, a little bewildered, and sipping something out of a giant plastic cup and straw.]
Two out of ten, Acumen.
[That done, have a winning smile and a,] So, who’s going to bring me breakfast?
15 August 2011 at 07:09 pm
[There is a very small and young child staring back at whoever may be looking at the network. He may look familiar to some.]
This is all...very strange. [He doesn't look upset, but he does look nervous, but maybe trying to hide it as best he can.] What Nation is this? Unlawful kidnapping of clan members from other countries can be considered a sign of aggression.
[Another Hidden Village attempting to kidnap him is the only idea he can think of. They're technology is so advanced...he can't think of which it could be. Nothing in his studies told him about this.]
Who is in charge here?
[ Video | Open ]
15 August 2011 at 07:23 pm
[ A middle-aged man in a fine, coal-black suit appears on the network stream, regarding the camera with the disdain of someone coming across something unsightly, like a rat or a mysterious stain on the upholstery. He's lounging in one of the library's many armchairs, one ankle settled across a knee. The tapping of the Marina brochure into the palm of his other hand is the only thing that betrays his fraying patience. For now. ]
Is this Limbo?
Did I take the wrong exit and end up in the bloody nursery?
This isn't quite the vacation home I was expecting, so how's this: first one to point me to the exit wins the mystery prize.
Let's not be shy, duckies. I'm on a bit of a schedule.
[ He hasn't felt quite this terrible in a while. Did someone have him gargle holy water before they dumped him here or what? Of course, he can't show that sort of weakness, so he cuts the broadcast as soon as the message is out. Stretching over the back of the armchair, he lets out a muffled groan of discontent. The hand he uses to massage his eyes and temples does little to comfort him. ]
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 07:29 pm
[At first, one will probably just hear the husky, amused laughter as the Spaniard covers his face for a moment, seemingly in a state of disbelief. In reality, his mind is racing. Assuming he isn't hallucinating from a lack of sleep, this is some bad shit. Badder than bad. Without that medication, Leon and Ashley will be worse than dead before long.]
Dios mío, you'd think the least they could do before haulin' a guy off to prison would be to read him his rights or something, eh? Well, never mind that.
[smallest of pauses] Anyone got a smoke? [Don't mind him, he's just going to be trying to figure out where the hell the exit is.]
video } open
15 August 2011 at 07:33 pm
Shit. [ The feed clicks on to a shaky looking blond, who's got both hands on the ground. He claps his hands together and slams them on the ground again, and after swallowing the lump in his throat he stands. He wavers for a moment before scowling and looking at the camera. ] Prison, huh? Ridiculous. [ Gives a derisive snort. ] But, they've taken away my alchemy. I guess this's real, then. [ He looks thoughtful for a moment. ] Either way, I don't think breaking out would be a good idea... [ a hysterical kind of ] Geez! What the hell? This is just stupid... it doesn't make any sense at all! Wasn't I fighting Pride?! And now I'm here, like some kind of magic trick?!
[ After pulling at his own hair in sheer frustration, he looks back towards the screen and blinks, calming down. ] Huh...? Wait... this is on? ...Crap. Well, if I'm not talking to myself, then I've got a question or two for Acumen! First of all, how the hell did you take away my alchemy? And... there's really no way to get out of here, is there?
[ A beat, and then ] ... are you there, Al..?
[ open | action | mingle ] - Shelter Kitchen/Dining Hall
15 August 2011 at 07:41 pm
[ cue one Break ]
[ cue one Break with cake ]
[ cue one Break WITHOUT cake
what blasphemy ]
[ sadly, Break does not like this division of power even if he's not wearing a chain. Actually, scratch that. It's only what he deserves for having all the cake in the dome at his fingertips which, shortly, will be remedied. Leaning over, un-chained Break snags a dainty little sugar coated thing from the top of the pile. ]
[ Break (the one with cake), despite being blind, feels that sneaky, sneaky hand approaching his precious cake, and in a fit of
rage jealousy POSSESSION reaches out his hand (the one not currently occupied with a frosting-covered fork) and flicks this intruder who has so callously tried to steal his cake. ]
Ah ah! Get your own cake.
[ unfortunately (for the both of them), Break's aim is a little off today and instead of hitting the cake thief, he instead ends up hitting the precious plate of cake, sending a fat slice of cake (chocolate with whipped cream frosting and dainty little strawberries) flying into the face of the nearest person ]
[ fjdkskakl ] What the hell are you doing?! [ Fou turns, wiping chocolate frosting off her face and looking more then a little pissed as she leans over to give the nearest Break a kick in the face. Unfortunately, Break's reflexes are superb and he more then easily steps to the side. It's too bad really. All that cake is flying through the air as Fou's foot lands on the table. Such a waste... ]
((ooc: Everyone is welcome to join in the cake fight! Or just be an innocent bystander. Mingle, threadjack, laugh at the mess... anything goes. purple = Marina's Break, blue = 4th Wall Break, Green = Fou ))
15 August 2011 at 07:42 pm
[ the feed flickers on to a worm's eye view of two very small arms holding up a large and heavy backpack. once they're dropped on the floor, the child holding that backpack places her hands on her knees, gasping for air.
her head is bleeding, messy brown hair falling around her face. after she regains her bearings, she pushes her hair back and pulls on her clean linen shirt anxiously, fixing the shorts that are too big on her body, held by a clothespin.
she looks green and finally ends up falling on her rear, out of the camera's view. those who have been there before may be able to notice that she's in a room in the library. ]
A prison? But I thought no one knew about the bank. [ she mumbles to herself, voice quiet and with a London accent. ] I don't want to be here.
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 07:55 pm
[She's not happy. She's not happy. Goddamn is she unhappy right now.
Because right now? She's busy yelling at the welcome message on this thing she now has. Like somehow it'll help.]
Don't hide from me, you shitbrain! I don't know where the fuck you are but I'm going to find you. And when I find you, I'm going to turn your asshole inside out.
[And then, she chucks it. Without Tyrann, it doesn't go very far and remains mostly intact but it feels good to let out her pent up anger in more ways than simple foaming at the mouth.]
Take my swords, spout stupid bullshit at me. I haven't got the fucking time for this.
15 August 2011 at 08:09 pm
[The video shows a very confused and slightly annoyed grey-haired girl standing in the butterfly pavilion. She may be very familiar to some people, despite being... well, a girl.
So what's the best way to talk to whoever's in charge of this place? My uncle didn't say anything about getting thrown in prison.
15 August 2011 at 08:15 pm
[There's a young blonde walking through the sectors, eyeing her surroundings while clutching the left side of her stomach tightly, out of instinct-- her clothes are torn and bloody, but she's fine. Somehow. All the more troubling in her opinion.]
Cute. Real cute. 'Underwater prison' was definitely on the list of what I pictured Hell would be like, right next to 'meadow of fluffy bunnies.' What's next? Sit around waiting for a musical number to greet me?
[Not that she had much to complain about, considering the alternative, but... Well. Whenever things didn't feel right, they probably weren't. Siiiigh. Then, more of a mumble to herself,]
At this rate, if there isn't a bar or clothing store nearby I'll be sorely disappointed.
[video - action]
15 August 2011 at 08:37 pm
Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, [What. Oh, never mind her, she's just being Zinda.] here I am! Sure is a whole lot more crowded than I remember it bein' before though.
Which oneayya you boys or girls wants to go get a drink with a real pretty lady? [THE BRIGHTEST MOST CHARMING SMILE.]
[ Action | Video ] Open - Pet Cafe
15 August 2011 at 08:43 pm
[ She was hot and tired already from being woken up from her
alcohol induced sleep with the new, unexpected arrival in this place, but Rangiku didn't mind the low grade headache a bit when the first place she ducked into was the pet café. So many small, white kittens everywhere! Scooping up a blue-eyed kitten and setting it on her shoulder, she scratched it under the chin, hoping to make it purr. ]
[ The spiritual pressure of this place made it clear that they were no longer in Soul Society. However, he instantly detects the presence of his lieutenant and hastily goes to the place where she is at. Hitsugaya opens the door to the building and a frown decorates his face as soon as his eyes set on his partner. ] Matsumoto— [ ... what is with the kittens. ]
[ turning, one hand on the kitten to keep it's balance, Matsumoto smiled ] Oh, there you are Captain! I thought I felt you lurking around somewhere. I'm surprised you stopped in.
[ biggest smile as she lifts off the cat, it's paw tangling in her communicator and turning the feed b ]
Isn't he the cutest? He looks just like you, Hitsugaya-kun.
((ooc: Joint post! If you just want one or the other, designate it in the tag otherwise you may get both (although probably each in a separate thread as we'll both be a little slow). Enjoy!))</small>
15 August 2011 at 08:45 pm
[This is not where Haruka need to be, nor where he wants to be. His expression is somber as he stands in the middle of Sector 5, but the unease and displeasure evident in his expression will be hard to spot for anyone that doesn't already know him very well.]
Juri, you're not here as well, I hope.
[... and that's it. In Haruka's mind, that's all that needs to be said.]
15 August 2011 at 09:37 pm
[There's a very... smooth-looking customer sitting in the coffee shop, sipping a steaming mug of something dark.]
Prison, huh? It's not the first time, but really, I'm kind of impressed. I've never heard of an AI able to pull people across dimensions.
[He moves his arm, and it's clear that the middle of his tie has a bullet hole in it.]
Listen, I'm all for punishing the guilty and all that, but I was in the middle of doing that. If you're really some kind of all-powerful warden, you can hear this, right? So how about we make a deal.
I'll be waiting.
[video | action for the shelter]
15 August 2011 at 09:50 pm
The achievements of man are astounding. Although I have not had many encounters with humans in my time, I would have never dreamed that any species could have the ability to create such an impressive place. [A sigh and the tiny hint of a smile he'd been wearing for that opening statement is replaced with a much more stern expression.]
My name is Mufasa, king of the Pride Lands. [And now that the introduction is out of the way.]
I do understand that punishments are necessary for those who commit crimes, however, I cannot stay here right now. There is danger far closer to my family and pride than I would have ever expected. As a king and father it is my duty to protect them and make certain that this danger is unable to reach them and that they are safe. I fear what conclusions they may come to if I do not return soon. If I could only do this I will make it my priority to come back here and carry out my sentence.
[ Action | Accidental Video | Open ]
15 August 2011 at 09:52 pm
[ A young woman appears on the video feed, but she does not appear to notice that she has company. Her hair is both a shock of green, and simultaneously the most natural color possible. It blends in with the view of the park around her, a closed parasol hanging from the crook of her elbow as she leans down to take in the scent of the plants around her.
When she speaks, her voice is light, almost playful. ]
My, you're all doing rather well for yourselves, aren't you? [ Those words are not mean for the ears of anyone witnessing this scene, but rather the flowers whose delicate petals her fingers come close to, but never brush against. Those watching closely might notice the stalks sway and bow toward her outstretched hand as she moves it, but then right themselves once they realize there is no hope of touching her at all. ]
How curious, with the sun so far away. [ She knew what she saw now was a false sky. A look up and something twists her features a little; spite tugs at the edges of her eyes as she squints against the harsh light glaring down into her blood red eyes.
Yuuka brings her parasol to bear, pointing it toward the apex of the dome above, hand gripping the curved handle as if clutching the grip of a gun. ]
Would that I could burst this little bubble -- I would ensure you would all go free again. [ People? Who cared about the people here? With a laugh, she slapped the stem of the umbrella to her shoulder and the hood popped open, suddenly covering most of her in an omninous shadow. ]
Wouldn't that be fun~?
((OOC: Pip here, with Yuuka Kazami from Touhou Project, visiting all the gardens and creeping on all the interesting-sounding humans. Enjoy, but please, mind the flowers~))
[Action] Open | Early Morning | Training Hall
15 August 2011 at 10:02 pm
[It was still early but Mori hadn’t slept well the previous night, so to distract himself with training and made his way to the dojo once the restraint had been removed. There had already been a lot more noise this morning than the one when he had arrived, most likely related to the cryptic message that had been left the previous night. Dismissing it for the moment though, Mori had luckily found a change of clothing that resembled a proper uniform before grabbing one of the bamboo swords and starting to warm up with some simple downward strikes. He couldn't argue with any of the charges that Acumen had placed against him, so there was no point in seeking forgiveness or attempting to plead a case refuting them; though the charges of trespassing and breaking and entering were not ones that he could recall easily. But did that mean that Mitsukuni would be imprisoned here at some point as well with similar charges since he had been involved in those incidents as well?
Preoccupied with his thoughts, Mori’s footing faltered as he hit a slick spot on the floor and wound up on his back staring at the ceiling of the training hall for a few moments before sitting up and resting against the sword. How could he support his cousin when he was imprisoned, especially since he had decided to attend university to pursue law to ensure he would be able to. Taking a breath he stood up practicing once more, though after a few swings he became aware of someone else entering.]
[action/ open | computer labs]
15 August 2011 at 10:32 pm
[So there's a naked blue chick in the computer labs, leaning on one elbow and milking the computers for all they're worth as well as the communicator she's kept on. Hacking the available resources is the way to go to get the information you want, right? So you bet your boots she's listening to (all) the broadcasts today.
Get too close and get side-eyed. If the room starts to get busy she'll shift her form to something a little easier to blend in, preferably Jean Grey. Just because Logan likes it. But for now she's just reclining and putting up her feet. First glance's free, second's going to cost you.]
video/action evening, shelter [OPEN]
15 August 2011 at 10:42 pm
I'm not sure what to make of any of this. [He's not even sure he's speaking to anyone. None of this makes sense to him, and if it's a dream, it's the strangest he has ever had.]
I'm Abbe de Coulmier, director of the Charenton Asylum for the Insane. I believe there has been some sort of...mistake. I'm no criminal.
[ Video - Action ]
15 August 2011 at 11:11 pm
[When the feed comes on, all that can really be seen are thin pages with a seemingly endless supply of secrets hidden within. Then the camera adjust and for a brief moment two bright red irises in a sea of gold can be seen before the troll sets the headset aside. The Signless is in the library, going through the various shelves of books. He's not the violent sort, but instead delving into all of these works. They are opportunities to learn more, after all. Anything that can aid him in his endeavors on his home world. Yes, he knows that he will be put back somehow. After all, there is another that is to come after him.
He picks back up the headset, shifting its weight around in his hand.]
For a prison, it seems that those here are blessed instead of cursed.
[Does he know that it's recording? If he does or doesn't, the Signless doesn't seem to give any hints either way. He simply continues on what he has been doing and that's all there is to say on the matter. ]
[ action ]
15 August 2011 at 11:37 pm
[Have at thee. There's a six foot six and two-hundred-and-fifty pound man dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants staring around in a daze after having just woken up. He's shirtless and barefoot, his short black hair mussed. He's removed his communicator and holds it in his hand, not bothering to try it out as he's too distracted by the abrupt change in scenery.]
[There's no way this place is the Danger Room, not after what had happened with its core.]
Professor? Scott? Anyone?