[There is no mail today, but as always, PM will and must complete her postal duties. She does the rounds dutifully, despite her... temporary problem. At least she looks very cute in a little tiny version of the postal uniform?]

[Though nothing is stopping her from making a video announcement after her rounds! It’s clear what candy PM was snacking on--she appears to be the carapacian equivalent of a very little girl, with big round eyes and teeth too big for her mouth--to the point where she lisps when she talks in her squeaky little girl voice.]

[Video]
Greetings! Um, this is a bad day for it, but the winter uniforms are here. [She swivels the camera around to show two uniforms laid out carefully in the post office, the women’s uniform (sans scarf and yellow leggings) and the men’s, which is similar enough, but has pants. Which may come as a mercy, based on PM’s usual fashion designs. PM’s albino lobster, Castell, is also in view, though he is not doing anything more useful than getting the skirt of the sample uniform wet by walking on it.] I am only sorry that I cannot wear one to better demonstrate the look. Rest assured, if you see the proud dolphin logo on such a garment, you are dealing with an esteemed member of the postal service.

Volunteers are welcome to stop by to pick up their uniforms! … Even if you cannot wear them today due to suddenly becoming a child. Please also refrain from cutting holes for animal ears and tails.

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 140 go here!]

[This? This is the tiniest confused whimper of a baby godpuppy who doesn't know where she is. Ammy the puppy goddess can be found near the entrance to the shelter, chewing worriedly on her communicator, which is transmuting her whimpers across the network. Where is she? This isn't home...]


((Ammy + candy = disaster. Age down and memory loss combo. Have at!))

[Ukitake is sitting outside the home he shares with several other inmates as the afternoon eases into evening. He's exchanged his uniform for warmer but still traditional clothing, his haori and hakama made of somewhat heavier materials to defend against the slight chill in the air. A steaming cup of tea is cradled in his hands, and every now and then, he raises it to his lips as he watches the activity nearby.]

How interesting that Acumen has gone to the trouble of replicating the seasons, at least to some extent. I'm curious. What other types of weather can we expect here? Has there ever been snow, or storms? There was a light rain not long after I arrived, which I found quite refreshing, but I haven't thought to ask before if perhaps our warden cares to go a little further in recreating the experience of being out of doors.

[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]


(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))
 

[There's a flicker of static before the image comes into focus. not that it's much of an important image. No, it's a sleepy eyed, dark haired woman peering into what has to be the camera on her device.]

Hullo. I have a question, and a few things to clear up, too.

[She pulls back to show that she's sitting at a small desk, a mug between her cupped hands.]

Let me get some things straight. One, you kidnap me and drag me here because of crimes I've committed. Okay... alright, that, I can see. Two, we're fed and kept pretty nicely, but it's still prison, or whatever. Gotta admit, I wouldn't expect that from being locked up or anything, but the place is nice enough.

[And now she leans back in, favoring the camera with a mildly put upon look.]

That's all well and good, except the whole locked away part, but I just have one question.

Is it really so hard to get some decent coffee around here?

So how did everyone's dates go at the prom? [teehee] I realize it's long over by now, but I haven't had the time to ask, especially with all the new arrivals.

But I kind of miss it... I loved having the excuse to wear a really fancy dress. I wish I could wear dresses like that every day... [le sigh]



[well, time to finish setting up for Madoka's birthday party! it's a pretty modest affair in Orihime's house -- cake and cupcakes abound, with some little snacky sandwiches for anyone who wants less sugary food, and a few balloons and decorations. Yachiru made her a big decorated card and everything!]

[people who bonded with Madoka already are welcome to show up, and housemates Ukitake and Rapunzel are welcome to introduce themselves! Orihime kind of invited Yachiru and Madoka to stay with everyone.]

[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?


---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]
 

[ This voice is both annoyed and confident. She's not pleased to be here, but she's not going to let anyone know that she's a little uncertain too. ] I am so tired of being kidnapped. I mean, at least these people are better at it than the last ones, but this whole thing is just sad. I can't believe I've been arrested again. I didn't even feel them coming. [ There's a pause and then she repeats it to herself again, as if disbelieving. ] Didn't feel a thing...

Plus, I want to know who came up with these charges. So I put a few holes in the wall and ran away from people who tried to lock me up. No one mentioned that I helped save the world too? Doesn't that count in my favor? Maybe Katara would like this underwater thing, but I'm not buying it. [ She's a bit sulky, don't mind her. There's another hesitation, because she's letting her irritation get away with her, and finally she sighs and makes herself sound more cheerful, more normal. ]

At least the food in the basket was good. What kind of prison has a welcome committee?

This one, I guess. So, tell me, strangers, what are you in for?

[There is no image to accompany the message, but the voice that comes over the communicator is quiet, almost placid in its smooth, monotone delivery. The age of the speaker is difficult to place. The tenor and resonance of the voice are easily those of a young man, but he speaks with such gravity and composure that he could just as easily be much older.]

As interesting as the provided pamphlet was, I would prefer to hear an explanation firsthand. On whose authority does Acumen act? There are matters to which I must attend in my own world, and unless my so-called replacement is willing to fight, then more innocents will fall to a vampire's cruelty, and their deaths will be on the heads of those who prevented me from fullfilling my contract.

[ video on, and you're staring up at Yuri's face as he fiddles with his comm. he notices the video is working after a beat, and then -- grins into it. ]

Hey. The name's Yuri Lowell, if we haven't met. Just thought I'd give everybody a little heads-up -- Brave Vesperia is now open for business.

[ he steps back out of view and it's clear that he's claimed a little bit of Sector Three for himself, a small storefront with big picture windows. "Brave Vesperia" is hung up over the door, a bot-made sign. he's had some help with setting up. ]

((ooc: Wondering what Brave Vesperia is and why you should care? Ask away! Yuri will gladly use more words once he sees they're necessary. X3 Reply by video or feel free to notice him setting up if you're in the area. Or Flynn.))

[For those that know Hokuto the scene will be an unfamiliar one. There are clothes on the bed and floor, precious outfits that are now wrinkled, disarranged and no longer coordinated. Worse yet it seems that the drawers match as well with several articles of clothing hanging out of each and nothing hidden.

Hokuto seems to twitch for a few moments not saying anything as the anger seems to build. Almost distorting the area around her when she finally burts, hopefully you weren't still trying to sleep. If so maybe her twin will apologize because she won't be doing it.]

It's one thing to take what doesn't belong to you but to touch a girl's clothes and leave them like this. . . IT'S UNFORGIVABLE!

I realize that theft is a crime and that we're in a prison, but this this is a million times worse than just taking something. And whoever did it deserves to die a million times over!

[The feeds end with her picking up an artcle of clothing and throwing it angryly.]

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.)

[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

[Good morning, Marina! Here is that friendly, harmless looking gentleman from just the other day again. Long, prematurely white hair, traditional Japanese clothing that looks a little big on his spare frame, genial smile and cheerful tone of voice. How could anyone find him guilty of anything?]

It appears as though Acumen has decided to make my stay here permanent. I now find myself properly arrested, tried and sentenced. Or rather, unfairly arrested, tried and sentenced, as any crimes I may legitimately have committed have already been judged by those with the authority to do so.

Ah well. I suppose there's nothing for it at the moment but to become accustomed to the settings and see what might be done going into the future. Oh, look at this! "Public drunkenness". My, my. Our jailor is rather enthusiastic about its job, isn't it?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if my replacement finds himself arrested as well. I'll be amazed if Kyouraku doesn't have him getting into trouble in less than two weeks.

[ Closed ]
[ The Engineer's prank had been distracting and admittedly overwhelming, and thus Dance Classes were not held as planned. However, there were things to prepare for, and having a word with his twin during this time is quite apt. ]


[ Open ]
[ After dancing, Ribbons decides to take a seat on the bleachers of the Open Field, a sealed container of apple slices atop his lap, and absently watching those who may be there for a game or a jog or whatever else.

He thinks about the people who had come from home, like ghosts from the past coming to haunt him. Is this how the path to repentance looks like? ]


[ Voice/Private to Euphie ]
[ It has been a while since they last spoke -- he barely remembers anymore -- but now that they will be working together for the upcoming Promenade, he opens a call. ]

Good day to you, Euphie. Do you have a few moments to spare?


(( OOC: A wild Ribbons appears! Come snap him out of his reverie? :3c This post can also be for any network calls in the case anyone needs to reach him. ))

[It doesn't take the vampire long to figure out his device or just how to use video. He's such a damn ham after all and since he's one of the few that can be captured on film, he was going to take advantage of it. But he is somewhat musing to himself before he realizes the camera is on.]

Criminal they say. Now that's just rude. [He sounds a little offended here and there's even a slight pout to go with it. But he turns his piercing rusted gaze back to his lovely audience. You could swear those dark browns have a tinge of red, but it's hard to tell in the dark of the movie theater. However he is incredibly handsome if not beautiful for a man. He definitely doesn't look his age that's for sure. He flashes a charming smile and switches to something sugary sweet as he speaks.]

Is anyone out there willing to help a poor lost soul? I'm new here and wouldn't mind someone to show me around the place. I assure you my company will be worth your while~ [And a wink to go with that seductive smile before the feed shuts off.]

((ooc: Once he's figured out he can roam about in the sunlight he'll be out exploring. Anyone is welcome to find him in the Movie Theater walking around too.))

[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.))

[The feed begins, and anyone who knows Edgar would more than likely to be a bit confused to hear him as this. His tone is polite and formal, but overly so, and cold. Anyone who knows him particularly well (i.e. probably no one here) would recognize that he’s clearly quite angry and upset at something – but keeping it covered somewhat well.]

I have come to understand that we are all being held prisoner here, and many of us under false or at least questionable charges. It has also been said that this place is inescapable, and going to be our collective home for the foreseeable future. Therefore, it only makes sense to work together in this endeavor.

As such, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edgar Figaro. I look forward to working with you all.

------------------------

[Since he's restrained, this morning will find him in the dining hall, eating breakfast, likely near the other restrained inmates. He does not look particularly pleased with the situation, but he doesn't seem to be taking it out on anyone at the moment. Care to interrupt him?]

[ This is kind of exciting, as evident by the way Subaru's body is practically humming when she cuts the feed on. She is seated on a bench in the skating arena, putting on some plain-looking inline skates, and dressed in her normal workout gear. ]

Ah, hello everyone! I've spoken to some of you before, but now that Mr. Suzaku made it official, I wanted to introduce myself.

My name is Subaru Nakajima, and I'm a new addition to the Defense Force as of today! I hope my previous experience in threat suppression, as well as search-and-rescue operations, can be of help to others. [ Smiling. ] Aheh, I also enjoy training a lot, and I'm not a bad cook!

[ She stands up, and bows. ] I look forward to working together with you all. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call me, or come find me here at the rink. [ Gesturing behind her. ] I'll be here practicing until late. See you! [ With that, she ends the connection for now. ]

[Yuuri is still hanging out at the baseball field after that morning's practice going over things with Murata when he makes a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!]

We need more baseball players!

Who else wants to play that isn't already? Or who just started because sometimes I forget to actually write it down or tell Murata. Oh! That's right. Murata is back to be our manager again. [The video pans over to another Japanese boy. Wave to the people, Murata. And now it snaps back to Yuuri.]

Suzaku, we should probably talk about when we're going to have our games before it's suddenly winter or the field is covered with dinosaurs or made of marshmallows or anything like that.


(OOC: I try to keep the roster up-to-date, but sometimes I fail, so if you should be on there but you don't have time to tag in ICly, just drop me an OOC note here or in IM or plurk.)