[The video begins with a view of-- feet. Chained, bare feet with strange white lines marring the darkness of the skin. Until the camera tips back, shifts, to show a lithe man, hunched and long-eared and positively scowling at his surrounding and muttering angrily to himself.]

I will personally dissect the blighted mage responsible for this. I was unaware even the strongest of magisters could conjure such elaborate illusions, but I do not underestimate their ability to trick and deceive. But for what purpose.

[He does not kick over the welcome basket, tempted as he is, but neither does he pay it or the helpful brochure any attention. He simply glares at it then the communicator, which he found when he woke but couldn't really make sense of the script. A magical item, no doubt, and he will have nothing to do with it.]

Slavers. They become craftier the more I slay them.

[He's grumbling, completely unaware of what a recording device even is, much less that other people can see him despite being alone for now. He tries to phase through the chain, voice lowering and just barely desperate.]

Danarius is dead. He is dead. He cannot--

[ooc | If you decide to go with action, Fenris will try and attempt to phase his fist through your chest!!!]

[ Today might seems like any other day in good ol' Marina but no today is rather different, at least for Wolfram, for Acumen has made a great announcement: Ponies!

After taking a break from his patrolling shift the blond prince instantly heads towards Sector 6 to check out the new stable. Soon, he finds himself walking among the stalls, curiously looking the fine breeds Acumen has brought here. He is brought to a halt, however, as his attention diverts and fixes onto one peculiar equine.

Bringing a hand up and with a faint smile decorating his template, the look on his face is unusually kind as he approaches the horse and gently pets it's muzzle. The reason this particular horse caught his attention is simple: This horse is a white horse... just like the one he used to ride back home. ]

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

One would imagine there's nothing there at all.

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

Rip them up.

[ tear ]

Pluck out the eyes. And discard them.

[ ... pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiink. ]

He left you again.

[ laughing, low and sultry ]

We'll have to change that.

[ thud

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

Conrad. ]

[ This boy's eager to do his job and despite the cold, he's more than glad to be able to walk outside. Katana strapped to his hip, he's vigilant for any kind of suspicious behavior. It's his second patrol and so he has a new partner in Kanda -- who happens to be really quiet and irritable, but at least he can tell that he's serious about his job...

Either way, he won't mind stopping by for a chat, or for someone to join him in his walk~ ]


( -- Private to Diva -- )


(( OOC: Joint post for Kanda and Ryo! Tag in and call out either or both boys to bother them during their rounds~ ))

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

All right! Marinians, I have an urgent request!

[Popping on screen, Yuuki's long hair is down, hands rising to sit comfortably on her hips as she clears her throat in order to speak into the screen.]

I need to know if there are any intelligent scientist-y individuals here within the dome that might have known me, or about me, upon my previous stay. It's really important! And, er... probably best if you know how to deal with chemical substances and things.

[Brows knitting as she reviews her words, searching for anything else she might need to say or have forgotten.]

Oh! [At once she raises a hand into the air.]

I promise to compensate you for your time. So step right up and help a cute girl today!

[Might as well add - ]

Real criminals with bad intentions need not apply. Believe me, I'll know. Thank you!

[And after a beat]

Shibuya-kun! I need you as well.

[Anri pulls away from the crowds early on, hands tense and expression far – it’s easy to assume she’s miles away mentally, and ordinarily she might be.

It’s a little different this time. Her gaze catches across one of the quiet rooms as she crosses it, approaching Diva – Anri isn’t attempting any innocuous façade, but withholds Saika’s presence for a bit longer, her hands empty.

There will be time soon enough for that. If she is being granted an opportunity, she intends to take it.]

... Diva-san?


((OOC: First thread is Diva's, others will come in as needed. Thanks! ♥))

[ It's a simple game, but it has helped the blonde kill a good amount of time. Wolfram usually would complain or bitch about being kicked out, but no today. After being shooed out of his apartment and going through the trouble of finding a new empty room —all while dealing with a killer hangover— Wolfram has been sitting quietly and calmly on one of the Shelter's couches and in front of him is a tea table with a rectangle-shaped structure made of sticks of wood. The game may be plain but it's quite entertaining: Pull a stick and place it on top on the remaining pieces– keep on taking them out and keep going on carefully or the structure will fall apart.

Wolfram is carefully pulling more wood sticks out of the wobbly tower, pulling softly and carefully— until he suddenly falters and the whole thing falls apart.

ldksfjlsfj

stupid game. ugh, time to rebuild it all. ]

[Video]

[Good morning, Marina. Sheik, not normally one to show much emotion, looks almost overly composed today, his face expressionless and blank - but for a hint of sadness. There's a white puppy in his lap, looking almost subdued.]

It seems that Link, the Hero of Time, has been returned to his rightful place in Hyrule.

[He pauses for a moment, stroking the puppy's soft fur almost absently.] I wish to care for the puppy in his stead. Is it permittable to switch ownership from one to another?

And finally... [And his voice takes on a definite exasperated tone, here.] I will require lodging tomorrow. I don't suppose the annual cleaning day could have occurred when it was warm enough to remain outside?

[Action]

[Later, Sheik can be found making his way down to the Pet Cafe, a wriggly puppy in his arms, so he can formally re-adopt her.]

[Well, he's hardly about to kick her out as soon as she gets settled...]

[Later, perhaps some playing in the snow in the park may be called for, Sheik's expression distant and a little pensive.]

[Unlike yesterday, the house today is lovely, a fit atmosphere for a tea party~ The doors are wide open and anyone who wanders won't be pushed out. For now. All of the rooms are free for perusal, except two, and the living room is home to a long table, fitted with a tablecloth, as well as a platter of cakes. The room is helpfully lit up by the many floating candles hovering in the air. Just don't go touching them or you'll accidentally cut yourself~]

[ooc: Road will be mingling with everyone, and there will be a tag for your character to tag her! Sorry for the late! anyone can tag! even the people who didn't respond to Road's invitation post! /o/ get those ac threads ENJOY]

[How many days had it been? No, more like weeks. Keeping an eye on Diva and her Chevalier and training were all that she thought about; it didn't occur to Saya that she had missed her blood transfusions until she nearly collapsed in the dojo.]

[Making her way to the hospital is slow going, Saya hunched over and using her sheathed katana rather like a crutch. She can't take the main roads because of the risk of Diva and Conrad attacking her while she's weakened. Stupid stupid stupid.]

[-- wait, what's that sound? A... snatch of a melody? Fear grips her tight, but she barely manages to lift her sword. Damn it, not now...]

[She's so focused on Diva's sudden appearance that it doesn't even occur to Saya that the DF dispatch is currently registering her life signs tanking -- with Diva right there beside her.]

***
((OOC, PLEASE READ: When your character arrives they will see Saya's identical twin, Diva, flitting away. DF participation is not strictly necessary in this post, but if members want to show up that would be awesome! Also, Saya DOES NOT bite people, unless your character is very very insistent. o/ ))

[ Consider yourselves lucky. Diva's good mood has carried over into the new day thanks to all those chocolates she ate. And she's treating you to something very special indeed...

She's putting on a performance from the top of the clock tower for anyone who might happen to be tuning into their network devices or just straying close enough to hear her. She did promise Sanji she'd sing for him, after all, and Diva always kept her promises. At least the ones she remembered.

As the song ends, she holds her eyes closed until the note fades before opening them, an impish smile crossing her lips. ]

Did you enjoy that? I know I did. I should really sing more often~ [ giggle, and she ends the feed. Hopefully, she didn't make anyone too mad with her little performance. ]

((ooc: Don't remember if someone's living at the clock tower, but if there is, feel free to action it up before or after! ETA: Since IJ doesn't like embedding videos, I added it above and repeated it here for you to listen to.))

[Some people may not notice anything. Others may hear the sound of small feet, but not see where they came from. Turn your head too fast and you might just see the tiny figure quickly dodging into the shadows of a building, wild hair all over and pants far too big being held up by a long white ribbon. It's chilly, but she's not wearing shoes.

Some may recognize the hair--or the clothes--but she doesn't recognize anyone. Miranda just wants to go home, but she's too afraid to ask any of the strange adults for help.]

[ When he had woken up Wolfram had been in a okay mood. Not good, not bad, just... okay.

And because of that his day so far had been like his mood: Not good, not bad, it simply had been okay. However it all changed when, during a quick trip across the shelter, he came across a suspicious bowl of little chocolate square candies.

It's chocolate— no one can resist chocolate. So when he grabs a chocolate to inspect it, even though he knows things in prison that look too good to be true can't be trusted, he can't help eating one or three of them.

munch munch

... Damn, these chocolates are wonderful. So wonderful his day has been instantly brightened! ]
___
((ooc: He ate a whole bunch of ~happiness~ chocolates. Nothing nor anyone will affect his good mood! This is one-in-a-lifetime chance, go go go. ))

[Good morning, Marina. Someone isn't fond of sweets, but Minako may or may not have made him slightly curious about this 'Halloween' thing, and now he's seven-years-old and his last memory is that he was about to come home from the Ninja Academy. Not only he's confused, but he's extraordinarily on edge at being in this strange, new place.]

...Where am I? Kaasan? Tousan?

[A beat--]...Nii-san?

[Syaoran is in the shelter kitchen. He had found an interesting pastry recipe in the library the other day, written in some language that he didn't recognize. If he had, he wouldn't have been wearing the communicator...and you wouldn't get to see him wearing a frilly green apron.

He had snuck out to the shelter kitchen so Sakura wouldn't catch him baking. Now, of course, his domesticity is being broadcast all throughout the prison.

Call it karma.]

[It's early in the morning yet, and a certain Hero has wandered on a whim into the pet cafe. His head is canted downward currently, fingers currently wandering through the thick, fluffy fur of a puppy who is currently taking up his lap.]

I think... I think I want to take her home. How do I adopt her? Do I have to do something special?

[Because, quite simply, the boy has fallen in love. He's always liked animals, and he already feels a little better about--well, everything. Animals were a lot less confusing than people. They also didn't make his heart race in that strange, overwhelming sort of way.]

[ Diva turns on the feed, covers bunched around her waist and hair disheveled. No worries. She's dressed. She just liked the warmth of her covers. Pressing her cheek against a sword sheath, she nearly purrs ]

It seems someone lost their sword. It wouldn't happen to be yours would it? You really shouldn't leave things lying around. Someone might just take it.

((ooc: Conrad stole Saya's sword while at the prom in order to make amends with Diva. She's clearly trolling Saya, but feel free to claim the weapon as yours or even recognize it and demand she give it back to Saya. Pretty much anything goes! ))

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.)

[when she didn't see Nakama and Ushiro at breakfast, she searched their rooms and turned up nothing. a little while later, she's confident that they're no longer here]

[...so it's time for pie, of course. specifically, peach pie with bananas baked into it. the work makes her feel a little bit better. she's in the kitchen of her house now, pulling it out of the oven and enjoying the rich smell. happily, into the communicator]


[video]
Kanji-kun! Do you still want to try peach banana pie? I just finished making some and I think they came out perfectly this time.

[and then, more thoughtfully]

I wonder if everyone is as excited about the prom as I am. I love any opportunity to get dressed up, of course, but there's something special about a prom! I know it's just a party, but it's also a very important part of youth, like a rite of passing! It just wouldn't be right to go to school without ever having a prom. I'm so excited. Does anyone have any plans? Or -- dates?

[a beat] ...Nakama-san and Ushiro-kun won't be there, though. In -- in case anyone would be looking for them. [she knows Nakama especially was responsible for tomorrow's day shift on dispatch]