[It's been days with little to no sleep, hours of excessive training, and several skipped meals--and what ones were not skipped were lacking--but one would not notice by the tone of Itachi's voice. It's soft, contemplative, just as it normally is. He sits in the kitchen, bandaging burns on his hands that he was careless enough to get.]

Would you consider death an end or an exit? Does death truly bring a cease to events or does it merely rearrange the participants?

[The woman who shows up on your screen this time Marina, looks upset. In many ways. At times it may appear clear that she is torn about this whole situation.]

I will only say this once - my name is Soma Peries. I don't care why I've been brought here. I accepted the weight of my crimes long ago. But why should I be punished here? You are not the ones with the right to place judgment. [No, that was the people that she had hurt. Back home. But even so...]

I ask you now... who are you all, and why are you here? [Her voice is a bit cold and calculating like the ex-soldier she is, but there's a hint of the well-meant concern and curiosity there, buried underneath her harsh exterior.]

And... Allelujah Haptism... if you can hear this... [Clearly she's not pleased, or comfortable with this at all, hesitating a bit. She huffs.] ...don't make her worry. [The same as 'don't make me worry', but Soma won't admit that.]

[The dome seems to have settled into a content lull after prom and not even Ryoji is immune - but curled up in the doorway of an empty bedroom, he turns on a feed regardless. He's looking a little more relaxed than normal, but his expression is thoughtful instead of filled with cheer.]

A person told me once - [believable, right?] - about these monsters he used to fight, but he didn't call them monsters. I don't believe he hated them at all, even though he had reason to. He thought was a kindness, to end their lives before they could gain enough self-awareness to realise they've been murdering people.

I never understood why he thought that death was the only right answer.

[There's your daily dose of cryptic, Marina. Complete with a side order of curious lies.

And for those not interested in that, he adds - ]

I hope everyone had fun at the promenade. It's always nice to make happy memories like that.

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[ Thanks to Acumen's intervention, there is now a stage set up in one of the bigger parks in Sector 4. Volunteers and bots are bustling about making sure everything's in place and are helping spectators to their seats. Talents are backstage, making sure their costumes are alright, voices warmed up, instruments properly tuned and strung.

Please make yourselves comfortable, gentlepersons and gentlecreatures, as you all celebrate a night of music and laughter at the Marina Talent Show.

The night is not quite over as refreshments are also provided, and the equipment are still available for use, should you be inspired to pic up the mic for some prose or song, or dance to the lingering music~ ]

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OOC Guidelines :
Tag in with your character with any of the following headers (sample post here) --

[ Performance ] - for performers so as critics and fans can tag with their appreciation.
[ Open Mic ] - optional for non-performers and set after the show; have some poetry reading? Sing a song? Bit of a dance?
[ Audience ] - talking with your seatmate? Keep it down though~
[ Mingling ] - hanging out with others pre- or post-show! Give a friend a pre-show pep-talk! Help out someone who spilled soda on themselves, etc.~

Mingle post! Have fun! And some music for mood~

[ Gaunt's scarred face pops into video view for those up at this time of night, and he sighs a bit, saying. ]

Things have been quite busy of late, but I seem to have forgotten a debt, and I need a little bit of help in repaying it. Does anyone know anything about baking a cake?

I... er, owe someone a cake for helping a friend, is all.

[Subaru is the familiar face on screen, in early afternoon. He fidgets, but overall, he's getting better at these public broadcasts. Behind him, there's the distinct appearance of a kitchen, and... some smoke. If you squint, you might be able to see what looks like a muffin pan, with lumps of something black and smoking inside of it. They might have been muffins. "Muffins" might be a stretch now, however.]

A-ah... I was just wondering, if... anyone had any idea how to... make desserts? E-easy ones? I, um, I tried to make blueberry muffins, but they... [he hesitates, flushing a little bit and casting a look behind him.] They didn't turn out. All four times. I don't want to waste anymore blueberries.

U-um, recipes with fruit are the best! [let's not talk about his fail anymore!] Thank you very much!

[and then he bows at the feed, before cutting it off. If you happen to be in the house at this time of day, you may have smelled the tell-tale smell of smoke (which can also be known as "Subaru tried to cook again"). Feel free to come investigate. At least he made sure to put the fire out before it destroyed the stove.]

"Prison."

[ The word is said with a tone of wariness and humor. Chuckles. There were far worse fates a mechanic-engineer working for a "terrorist organization" can meet. ]

A "life sentence." I don't think you'd get much out of me at this point, even if I still am bursting with youthful energy.

So! Any recommendations on how to pass the time?


(( OOC: Ian Vashti of Gundam 00, Season One with AU leanings~ ))

[ The young pink-haired woman on camera has had time to get her thoughts in order and her emotions masked away. It's obvious she was far from home, without backup, and had no ready intelligence on where an escape option might lie. The device she was provided with was likely bugged, and hacking the interface was a timely process.

Why she was not restrained, or stuffed in a cell, or standing with armed guards anywhere nearby was a mystery to her. One thing was clear: she was not the only one here, and someone was bound to be listening. ]

I am Amaia Kepler, of Celestial Being. [ Words that, hopefully, carry the proper weight with them. Green eyes stare calmly ahead, presumably at whomever is responsible for her incarceration. ] I know why I have been imprisoned, and you understand the consequences.

[ Tough talk for a tiny girl, right? Don't let her pink hair and magenta uniform fool you; she means business. ] Even if I am released immediately, I cannot promise this facility will last for very long. I will listen to your demands, but do not expect any information in exchange.

[ Feldt understands that the safety of the information she carries is worth far more than her life. She might not be rescued, but she will be liberated from this fate one way or the other.

She glances away, uncertainty gripping her for a moment before she looks ahead once more. Some of that resolve is pushed aside as she reaches out with words that carry her hope with them. ] If any allies can hear me, please respond. [ Her logic takes over once more -- her final words are firm. ] This channel is not secure.

[ Click. ]


((OOC: Action open to people near the dolphin observation deck! --I should say she's AU from S2, replacing Lyle as Gundam Meister in the story, for those who care~

ETA: all privacy remains there even if I don't put it in every subject line because deleting those is a pain.;;; ))

[Akito can't sleep tonight. He's already woken up three times due to nightmares. Somehow his other hasn't picked up on them, so the light leaves him to rest, dragging a spare blanket out and settling on the couch, blanket wrapped around himself to keep warm.

After a moment he flicks on his communicator, quiet just in case someone's sleeping close enough to their own comm to be accidentally woken up by it]

What do you do when you can't sleep? [He's curious. Maybe there's something he can do to try and make himself sleep...the music isn't helping tonight]


((OOC: Action open to H/Alle))

[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

[Late in the afternoon, once he's gotten a chance to sit in his room and think over things a bit, Allelujah flicks on his communicator. His hands are still shaking a bit. Hallelujah isn't telling him anything solid, just putting up a wall, so there's only one way Allelujah knows how to question him without straining things horribly.]

Akito? Where are you now? ... And your brothers.

[Charles is in the education center in the midafternoon, determined to conquer its computers. He just needs someone to come along who knows about them so that he can lift that lovely knowledge right out of their brain. So he's waiting, sitting at one computer, shifting the mouse slowly and marveling at the way it follows his movements.]



((OOC: if you plan to tag, please fill this out? as described above, Charles really has no plans other than the subject of that permission post. tags may be slowed if I don't know your canon. /cough))

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[ Morning | Computer Labs]

[ While Kohran considered herself a genius when it comes to inventions and the relatively steam-based technology of her world, she still finds herself a little stumped with regards to the more advanced programs Marina's computers offered.

She had no problems with word processing -- she's actually having fun changing fonts and colors around. She's also poking around a drawing program, doodling figures with her mouse. Somewhere along the way, she gets distracted by a game (must be the gears...) ]


[ Afternoon | Music Room ]

[ A few piano notes are heard though only key notes just going along with a voice singing an easy ballad* It was more for practice than a real performance, but she wouldn't mind company and sing someone a song. ]

[ She also takes the opportunity to call on a few people... ]

[ Voice | Private to Kaworu ]
Kaworu-han? I have sheet music I would like to show you. Do you have a moment?

[ Voice | Private to Hokuto ]
Good afternoon, Miss Sumeragi! I'm Kohran Li! May I have a moment of your time?


(( OOC: Open action post! Catch her at the Computer Lab or at the Music Room, just note it somewhere in your tag. Also, pretend it's Kohran singing for the sake of practice |D;; Her voice actually sounds like this. ))

[The video comes on, and Allelujah is visible through some drool on the communicator. He has a bird on his shoulder, and he's smiling gently at it, before looking off into the distance.]

- really don't know what kind of bird it is. Maybe I should look it up.

[He pauses, and shakes his head.]

Of course I can't take her home. Akito's cat might get to her… it's kind of a shame.

[A rather scruffy little kitten climbs into Allelujah's lap, and his eyes widen slightly before he reaches down and pets it on the head.]

You're so small… kind of like how I used to be.

[There's a loud bark, and the communicator goes skittering across the floor towards Allelujah.]

Huh? Oh… I didn't realize I dropped it. Wait, is it record -

[He shuts off the video.]

[Big party, little party, Akito doesn't care. So long as he can spend time with his friends and family on what should be his birthday, that's all he cares about.

Having fun in the morning with his others and Allelujah definitely is a good way to start things off! And then later, party at Jennifer's. He approves of this so much.

Today was going to be a good day. He was determined of this]


((OOC: Birthday things! Party later is free with mingling if you have some reason to be there (even a tiny one). You can assume people talked about it if you like, I fail at planning -_-;;

First thread is closed to H/Alle, then feel free to use the rest of the post for party and mingling stuff))

[Video, filtered from Kaito]

[Akito was originally quiet this morning, until he noticed something that was kind of amusing. He sets up the video, and watchers may notice that his eyepatch is currently orange instead of white]

Neh, look, look! This is kind of funny...it changes. [What changes becomes obvious as the eyepatch slowly turns yellow while he's talking, and once he says changes abruptly flicks straight to purple]

Is someone doing this? It's kind of neat. [He doesn't mind it at all.

Anyone who knows him may notice that Akito's much quieter than usual today, though he's certainly not upset...just quiet]


[Voice, filtered from the Air Gear cast (including Akito and Lind)]

[He really doesn't want to do this, but he can't let anything happen to Akito] Alright, listen the fuck up.

Nobody at all is allowed to tell Kaito where Akito is, understand? First person who fucking does will be dying in whatever way I think is appropriate for them. [And he means it this time. Agito is in an exceedingly bad mood, and he will definitely not hesitate about it. Kaito is not finding where Akito is, period]


((OOC: Both posts are open to everyone, not including those in the filters. Please mention who you're replying to in the headings. Action open to H/Alle if Matt wishes))

[It was time for a late breakfast all around, and Kaito had been standing in front of the fridge for the past fifteen minutes, staring at its contents like the life changing decision it was.]