The Host Club would like to extend a welcome to all the new inmates arriving today. [Have a polite smile.] We sincerely hope your transition into your new accommodations proceeds smoothly and efficiently.

If you find yourself interested in meeting your fellow inmates, there are several events upcoming that may be of interest to you.

Miss Kohran Li has assembled a Talent Show this evening to be held in Sector 4, featuring dancing, singing, and a variety of other talents. And tomorrow will be the Marina Academy's first promenade, to be held in the park in Sector 4. Formal dress is expected.

[And because no announcement is ever complete if it doesn't include an advertisment for the Host Club:]

For those of you planning to attend prom, the Host Club will be in the Athletic Complex if you should require basic dancing lessons, advice on the latest fashions, and anything else you might need to prepare for the upcoming event.

[And Kyouya + various other people will be at the athletic complex, ready to do what they do best.]

((ooc: Sort of spur-of-the-moment (sorry Host Club!) so current members needn't tag in if they don't want (we can always handwave or whatnot). Otherwise, general mingle post.))

[He's in mid-sentence as the feed cuts in, looking a little harassed after an ice cold rejection from a bot. Baby come back.]

--o need to get so testy. I was only offering-

[And then his attention is on the recording, and his look of bland annoyance at the rejected proposal is replaced with an infectiously jovial grin.]

Morning, folks. Captain Jack Harkness. I was wondering if any of you had a minute to help me out. I seem to be all tied up. And it's not in the good way- I mean there's literally a ball chained to my foot. Obviously there's been a mistake, so why don't we just get this sorted out?

Then we can talk about all of the 'arrested by robots, to be held indefinitely, for crimes committed in the past and maybe even in the future' nonsense.

[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 131st day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

As you are likely aware, inmate Kohran Li will be hosting a Talent Show this evening, and inmate Jeanne Francaix is arranging a Promenade on behalf of the Academy tomorrow evening. Please direct concerns or requests to the appropriate party.

The dome will be preparing for autumn shortly. Take that into consideration and begin wrapping up your summer goings-on.

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

Thank god all those people are gone. This place is crowded enough without Acumen going haywire. This is the second time it's done that. First monsters, and then accidental arrests - the robot is totally losing its touch.

So. [ she sounds cheery! beware ] Name something you hate about this place. [ she's just full of positive thinking ] I can't be the only one that can't stand Marina.

[Reluctantly, Zelgadis decides at the last moment to make this request via video. Perhaps if people can tell that he is in desperate need, they will be more likely to come forward. He can't, however, manage to remove his mask or hood, and so all you'll see under the beige swaths of cloth is a suspiciously shiny patch of lavender hair and two dark eyes that have excessively dark patches around them.]

I am in need of some assistance from anyone who is versed in healing or reversal magic, or perhaps advanced alchemy. [pausing, then as an afterthought] Or anyone who has successfully performed an augmentation of a human body.


((OOC: Anyone and everyone is welcome to answer and offer assistance if possible! However, please please be aware that Zelgadis is NOT able to be cured, canonically (hence the journal!), so all attempts must fail -- but I will totally work with you on it! My contact info is on the top post in his journal for OOC plotting~))

[If you happen to be out and about this fine day, you might happen to see a rather odd sight: one (1) small red dragon, about a foot tall, a set of oversized binoculars clutched in his small claws. He might be lying on a tree branch, or lurking on that street corner, or perhaps even peering out at you from behind those bushes.

His mission?

Be Howard Link Find and locate one (1) Allen Walker, and proceed to follow his movements for the rest of the day, possibly even the rest of the week. Why? Because Cross bullied harassed blackmailed told him to.

Feel free to catch him as he roams across the dome. Mushu's never been a very good spy, and his bright coloring makes him stand out rather obviously.]

((ooc: he'll be at this all day, so feel free to bump into him at any time of the day and any location!))

Eh... there really are a bunch of people today.

[Lifting a hand she scratches the back of her neck, turning around to glance at the many other people in the park. There hasn't been this many new arrivals at once for a while, has there? Despite looking a bit daunted by the numbers, she practically glows, beaming. Her appearance is brighter than recently, less tired and worn. She's confident back, straight as she stares into the device cheerfully.]

Morning, Marina! Today I wanted to make an announcement. I wonder if this is a good time...with all the confusion. But if we're all stuck here for a while, might as well--!

[Lifting up a colorful sign, it's adorned with many different rainbow colors and bunnies, with the word 'Ethics' written in the center of it all.]

Ta-da! Starting in a couple of days I'll be teaching my very own class. [They'll let just about anyone teach, huh.]

I'm teaching ethics! The program was put together by the president-- ahh! [Looking embarrassed] I mean-- [She falters again, nearly saying 'Headmaster' before catching herself] Kaien Kurosu, and I think with everyone's unique backgrounds and the diversity represented it could be a really good thing.

[Giving the peace sign she flashes a wide, toothy grin, fangs clearly visible as she glows.]

Everyone should attend! You don't have to worry about it being crazy hard like math or something. It'll be fun. And... Oh yeah--!

[Lifting a finger into the air, just remembering:]

I almost forgot! It's mandatory for those on the defense force.

I would never break the laws of my kingdom, much less those imposed by my own father. I suspect magic is at work, again. When will you sorcerers realize that it's futile to go against a prince of Camelot? If anyone belongs in a prison, it's those that commit magic and threaten the lives of my people -

[Oh look, a tiny robot] And just what in the world are these creatures?!

[come find Arthur the prat prince poke at a robot with his awesome stick. Yes, the stick he picked up from the ground.]

[ (1) Action]

[if you’re strolling by the waterfall in one of the parks early this morning, you might catch sight of a hooded figure, draped in voluminous, heavily-embroidered white robes, kneeling beside it. Is it somebody squeaking in a bit of meditation before they start their day?]

[not quite. There’s a welcome basket sitting next to them, with the contents undisturbed except for the open bag of pretzels… and what is that they’re praying over? A communicator? That earpiece looks a bit strange, and the screen isn’t shaped quite right, either. And there’s something else: three large, articulated metal tendrils, emerging from folds in the back of this person’s robes, are hovering around the device. Two have some kind of specialized attachments on their ends, but all three are tipped with a good-sized claw, and these are opened menacingly towards the communicator, twitching a bit.]

[OOC: Felicia refuses to put on the communicator until she’s put it through some close scrutiny and cleansing rituals, so tag in with “(1) Action” in the subject line to interrupt her and say good morning! She won’t understand you, of course, but you can still give it a shot. (Only folks from outside her canon tag this option, please!)]

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[Video | (2) Action]

[the scene on the video does a nauseating summersault of blue, green, and white as Felicia turns the communicator over in her hands, but resolves itself into a view of the grassy hillock beside the waterfall once she clips the device over the sleek augmetic that serves her for a right ear. Felicia herself, now front and center, gives a cautious, yet friendly smile to whoever may be watching.]

Well! A vox, pictscreen, and translator, all at once—what an intriguing little piece of heretek this is! Completely unsanctified, of course. Any devout servant of the Omnissiah would break it to pieces in an instant. But, as it seems I’d hardly be able to get anything done without the thing, perhaps some transgressions may be pardoned, under the circumstances. Isn’t there another soul here who speaks proper Gothic?
[she chuckles dryly]

Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself. Magos Felicia Tayber of Perlia, reporting. To ask the first of innumerable questions, now that I’ve a way of reaching a wider audience: just where, in the name of the Emperor, have I fetched up? On what warp-cursed rock the Eloquois Ocean is located on, I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest.

[OOC: put “Video” or “(2) Action” in the subject line for this option. Cain and Gaunt, tag in here!]

[The video switches on to show a grumpy and disdainful looking cat yawning as he stretches out, taking his time. He looks annoyed by the restraint, tail swishing back and forth abruptly. The bell on his strange collar chimes and it's a strangely resonating sound.]

Well, isn't this unexpected. If this is a prison, not only is the timing terrible but I would have thought that my collar would have been removed if I'm going to be restrained. I don't suppose anyone could oblige?

[He tucks his tail in close, looking bored now if not a bit irritated.]

But as long as I'm going to be stuck here, I don't suppose there is any decent fish to be had besides those swimming above out of reach?

[The video flickers on and the screen reveals Tamaki sitting on one of the sofas in the shelter common room fiddling with a rose in one hand and looking as though he is in very deep thought. His face is serious for most of the time before he begins speaking, but after a good thirty seconds his expression changes to something between a smirk and a smile while he glances at the camera from the corner of his eye.]

In this world there are those who are blessed with beauty and grace, the greatest gifts God could have ever bestowed upon a living creature. [He raises the rose he'd been holding to his nose and takes a good long sniff before setting it down and turning his attention back to the camera.] I, for one, thank the heavens above everyday that I am one of those fortunate few in possession of such rewards. That is not the message that I have for you all today, however. You see, it is my belief that the duty of these people with such exquisite looks to bring joy to everyone around them in any way they can - a duty which I place before all other things in life.

[Another pause, this time so that he may close his eyes and imagine lines of women admiring him and men doing all that they can to be him. It is a wonderful fantasy and it makes him chuckle lightly.]

A Host Club is a club designed for the specific purpose of sharing this beauty and giving such joy to its visitors - in short it is the perfect setting for carrying out the heavy task of bringing all the happiness in the world to those less fortunate than us! For this reason I have made the decision to establish one here in this prison as some of you may already be aware! [Suddenly, his arms shoot off to the sides as if he were welcoming everyone to step into his arms for a great big hug.] I would like to invite all those who might be interested to join us and utilize your gifts to the best of your ability! I am certain that among all of you watching this today there are plenty who are worthy of the title of 'Host'!

[And as an after thought, Tamaki turns his face away from the camera, brings the rose up to his mouth and just mumbles the next few words. They aren't really something he's proud of.]

We will even accept Hosts of the female persuasion.

[it's clear as soon as the feed flips on that the normally impassive and... ahem, stone-faced Zelgadis is Not Happy. Oh his face is still stone all right, but he's doing a terrible job at impassive as he glares into the communicator, which he has yanked off his head.]

Is this supposed to be a joke? [He waves a tightly clenched fist at a stack of thick books, haphazardly stacked beside him. In the background, the entrance to the library -- he's just outside. Zelgadis picks up three of the books, reading their titles aloud:] Seventeen Ways to Water-Proof your Cloak. Trolls: Our Grumpy Buddies. How to -- [damn, he knew this would happen] Prepare Raw Dragon Meat for a Happy Tummy.

[he tosses the books in the air, a wind spell sending them flying high into the air. Zelgadis shoots off a quick fireball which, thanks to healing Sasha earlier, is only a half-dozen feet in diameter instead of several dozen. It does the job though, and the books go up in flame and smoke.]

[And back to glaring at the feed, his fangs glinting in the light of his spell.] Mock me if you will, Acumen, but I will find what I seek.


((OOC: All the tags are love! One caveat though, no matter how pissed he is he would not fire off spells when someone could get hurt, so please no tags with injuries due to his spells unless we talk OOCly o/ ))

[Starting from about mid-morning, the education center's craft room will be open and ready for the members of, and those curious about, the Sewing Club! Piles of fabric and patterns are there for those without inspiration, and of course, there are plenty of sewing machines open for those with it. There are also snacks and drinks set up on nearby tables, and relaxing but upbeat music wafts through the room.

There was a (handwaved) announcement earlier in the morning, with directions to the building and the room, so anyone is free to drop by and see what it's all about.]

((ooc: if you'll only be there for a short or particular time, please indicate it in the subject line! otherwise, just have fun XD))

[ Sasha had woken up early -- hair braided back, dressed in a simple white shirt, pants and flat shoes. There was still plenty of time before the Swordsmanship Class in the afternoon. However, she feels that she needs more time to sort out her emotions, her thoughts, so as better to concentrate on the class' tasks.

In a kneeling position, she takes slow, measured breaths to summon the tiring, if not calming effect of her Cosmo, and shutting out the world even if just for a moment... ]


(( OOC: Closed post to Rider, Saber, Jeanne and Zelgadis. WARNING UP FOR VIOLENCE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT in the first thread. ))

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[Rider has her chains off. And she is very, very happy about that. Now she doesn't have to constantly look over her shoulder and spend her time in paranoia of the bots rounding her up.]

[Are you near the training hall or the athletic complex? She'll just alternating between 1) figuring out which of her powers have been nerfed, and 2) trying to figure a good way to keep that lovely chain thing of hers summoned without draining her prana to 0%.]


((OOC: Thread with Yui will be before she goes to the training grounds, and that's closed. Otherwise it's open~))

((OOC #2: She's also wearing her blindfold/that stripper-tastic fighting outfit, so there's no confusion.))

[Alexis looks a little nervous when the feed clicks on, but she gives a smile and a little wave to the screen.]

Um-- hi, everyone! I was just wondering if-- there was anyone else who... maybe wanted a roommate? Or wanted to be roomates! I've, uh, I got a house that I like, but it's really lon-- empty! And I thought it'd be nice if there was anyone else who was maybe looking for a place to stay, or wanted some company... [she trails off for a second, looking a little uncertain, and then--]

I'm really clean, and I cook a lot, and I read a lot, so I wouldn't bother you all the time! [those are all really good roommate qualities, right?] And I don't have any animals of my own, but I don't mind them!

So... let me know, okay? Thanks!

[Her voice is trembling a little, but otherwise she's all business.]

[DF Filter]

That girl with the red hair who made the video about the blonde guy collapsing... that's the girl who tried to kill me. His life signs are alright, but if he is in any kind of trouble that we can't see, she won't get him help. And he could be in serious danger as long as he stays around her, especially in that state.

There's a few people in the area, so I'm having trouble getting her name, but that's her. [The trembling a little more pronounced.] That's her.

[the first thing to show up on the camera is a blond young man lying on the ground. he seems slightly distressed. the foot of a high-heeled boot pokes at his side, making him twitch a little, before the camera pans upwards to show Nena smiling, as sweet as could be.]

Okay so, I was talking to this guy, and he sorta died on me. Well, not completely, but he looks pretty close! Now, before anyone gets any ideas, I didn't do anything! At all! Got that?

[glares a good few seconds, then she's cheerful again.]

Anyway, if no one comes to claim him or whatever, I'm keeping him! [v-sign! you can't say she's not being fair!]

((ooc: the poor victim is the lovely, unfortunate, Guy Cecil ♥ !))