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[it's a strong attempt at being blank and completely devoid of emotion, but her voice ends up sounding very quiet, as of she doesn't want to be heard.] How strong do you have to be to kill someone?

Card game tonight. Devil's Compass. We don't have money so you might want to dress in layers. [Were you just invited? Was this supposed to be private to someone? Am I asking questions that won't be answered?]

[Also, if you're nearby you just saw her walk through that tree without looking up. Alarming.]

[ someone's clicking on the communicator at this point. she's already been shunted off to breakfast and there are these bot things watching her and she's very much firmly in the do not want camp. the ball and chain thing on her ankle is again do not want. it's heavy.

so, one redheaded witch is turning on the video feed, trying to figure out where she is and why. ]

Okay I-I've just got a couple of uh... questions... [ as she glances at one of the bots... they are starting to creep her out like the buffybot did. ] One: why do I have a... prison ball chained to my ankle. Two: ...Why am I here... where am I would be a good start, too. This thing is... vague. And three: uh... are Buffy Summers or Xander Harris here? I'd really like to-

-Hey, I'm not doing anything! [ what?! the bot was staring. and considering how it acted when she tried to get away the first time, she's trying to play calm and nice... but it's really worrying her. ]

So uh, if anyone can answer that for me, I'd really appreciate it.

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.

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

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((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[ Oz slammed his fork down, effectively blocking Break's bid for his cake. ] I'm surprised at how calm everyone is. They've hardly protested at all about getting kicked out of their house. [ mm... cake. ] Do you think they're just being quiet?

[ Break, rather put out by the effective block to his cake-pilfering ways, elects instead to snag a piece of the chocolate torte sitting at the edge of the table, keeping Oz's elbow company. Let it never be said that he wasn't exceedingly spry for his old age. ] Mmm, you're right! I haven't heard a single peep out of them. All like little mice, hiding away. Why do you wonder that is?

Maybe we should ask them. Of course, we'll have to make sure they're telling the truth.

[ Another pop of cake into his mouth, chew, swallow. ] But what if they don't wish to tell the truth?

Then we'll have to dare them into giving it up. [ Oz sips at his tea before turning to the network device sitting on the edge of the table. ] Wouldn't you agree? [ yep, they've been talking to the dome this whole time. ]

[ From Break's shoulder, a clacking voice pipes up. ] Truth or dare! Bet they're too scared for dares!

[ So, who is up for a little game of truth and dare, hmmm? ]


((ooc: tags will come from both Break and/or Oz. Feel free to thread jack in reaction to whatever truths (or dares) the others might come up with. Green font = Oz, Blue font = Break, Purple font = Emily))

[The device is certainly beyond anything Yuuki is used to working with, but its instructions on how to use it is clear. She appears on screen. A brown, chocolate smudge decorates the side of a pretty, porcelain cheek near her mouth on the right. A few wrappers litter the ground at her feet, along side the familiar welcome basket. She’s beautiful, almost doll like, despite the mar. An ageless appearance though she clearly appears young, even within her early teens, But it’s an appearance different from that of an ordinary person, and sets her apart, too. Her eyes are wide, a deep, liquid brown and innocent (as though still fill of life), though not amused. Full, pink lips thin as she frowns with a look of disapproval into the screen.

She isn’t happy.

Cloaked in a white school uniform, her brows knit, expression firm as a normally warm gaze stares hard into the camera of the device. Atop her left arm is a black arm band, with a curious red crest. It matches the silver necklace, barely visible around her slender neck. She pulls the black band up, readjusting it and brushing her long waves of rich, mahogany hair over her shoulder.

Back straight, polite, though resolute and unwilling to be dismissed or ignored, she opens her mouth to speak. It’s clear she’s impatient, her annoyance a spasm of irritation that crosses her face, but shadowed by an underlying urgency.]

I haven’t done anything worthy of being arrested again. If this is a joke, it isn’t funny. I want to know the truth.

[Because the crimes listed are nothing short of ridiculous, charges more absurd than anything sensible, regardless of any validity to them. They’re a reflection of the truth twisted out of context. Although, she’s painfully aware the hunters don’t need real reasons to take one of her own kind into custody. They’re the only group outside of another pureblood who would possibly have the ability to pull off something this elaborate. Still, she has a job to do.]

Where’s the Association President? There are too many important things going on for us to be going through this all over again! Humans could get hurt. I want to talk to him immediately.

Good evening, citizens of Marina! We do hope you're enjoying the cold just as much as we are! Since we know you likely don't have anything better to do, why don't you come on down to the Fight Club? Why, we have hot cocoa and other delightful, tasty treats for you while we get this show on the road! The fights will be starting within the hour, so come on down and get the good seats while they're available! [They laugh before they cut the feed.]

((OOC: Fight Club, round 2! Please wait until Kathrine (Ava-mun) posts up the fight threads + the mingling thread before posting!))

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[He's not at all dressed for the weather, but that doesn't seem to bother Conrad as he briskly walks the streets. Generally, he's walking in the direction of the Defense Force HQ, but it's turning into a long walk and he hasn't quite managed to get there. Resigning would be the safest thing for all involved, certainly, but there are... other issues.]

[He rarely ventures out lately for many of the same reasons; he has to keep himself away from anyone Diva may see as a target. So for those reasons and, admittedly, his stalling, he decides to venture to the store to pick up a few things Diva may like while he's around. He'll just have to hope the people he's trying to avoid don't happen to be there. Or anyone else, for that matter... except maybe Akito, who he needs to check on.]

[And eventually, maybe he'll decide to go see Suzaku and have this out.]

[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]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have experience with alternate realities, transdimensional displacement, and pandimensional travel? I've been there and done that on all accounts, but I'm curious to know how much of a common denominator that is within the prisoner population.

[ tampering with time and other realities is, after all, one of his listed crimes. angel is also not an expert on the scientific how to of dimensional go betweening. he's just regurgitating things fred said that were committed to memory a long time ago. the mystical and supernatural end of that spectrum is more where his expertise lies.

and later in the day, angel can be found in the training hall, going through some tai chi forms. ]

[D is a dark shadow against the backdrop of snow, hair and clothing partially concealing his pale features. He is leaning against a wall in Sector Five, watching the inmates who venture outside into the snow for errands or play. In spite of his relaxed posture, there is an aloof air to him, as though he does not consider himself as belonging to the rest of the prison population. Rather than seem proud, however, he seems lonely, as if he holds himself apart not because he thinks of himself as better than the others, but because of some fault inherent to his nature. In his world, it is a rare dhampir who is accepted into society. Even one so famous as D is often reviled and rejected for the simple reason that a vampire's blood flows through his veins.]

Setsuna! Stop stealing my cigarettes! Damnit! It's not cool!

[ooc: Someone's having unintentional withdrawal because of Setsuna. He meant to send this just to Setsuna... Have fun]

[A young man dressed in black, velvety robes is seen walking and pacing the corridors in the restrained section of the prison still.]

Yet another day of this restrainment. It should please me that they apparently fear me this much.

How kind of Acumen to announce that it will snow. It may want to take caution in the future, however. How easy it would be for those who wish to use it to their advantage to do so.

[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.]

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((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/ ))

No. [the voice is masculine, irritated, and tinged with a British accent.]

No. No, all right? I don't care. I'm not telling you anything, you bastards. I don't care what set-up you've got here-- Eloquios Ocean, I'm certain that's not a load of shit at all. What, have you got a new Animus hack, plug us in while we're unconscious and-- and make us think you've got the power to put us in an underwater prison, through time and space and all, yeah? [a disbelieving snort.]

You lazy fucks. Wouldn't know an original idea if it came up and bit you on the arse, would you? No, you wouldn't. Just let me go, then, yeah, or get on with your uninventive torture and murder and suppressing the flow of information. All in a days work for you lot, right?

[a scoff, then, and, as there's the distinct noise of him grappling with unsteady hands to shut the feed off;] Bloody wankers.

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. Strange, though. He's too angry to notice that the pay is lasting longer than usual, and the cuts, simply, are not healing.]

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.]

((OOC: Sound familiar? Yeah, that's because Wolverine was here during the 4th wall, but he doesn't remember it at all~))

[ BOOM, goes the front door as Dean saunters in, pizza boxes piled high in his hands and a six pack of soda dangling from his fingers. ]

Sam! Cas?

Supper time!

[ yeah, fun times ahead. Oh boy! ]

((ooc: ETA: Anyone who wants to run into Dean running around the dome (mostly around Sector 5 and hoarding all the candy is free to do so. He's affected by super happiness today!))

[After some research, it turns out that Diva's second Chevalier is indeed missing. Even the one was dangerous, but there may never be a better time to act. And as much as Saya wishes it weren't so, the last encounter showed her that she can't do this alone.]

[What she can do though is make sure that the person who helps her won't get themselves killed in the process. And she has a whole crew of potential people... plus a boy who she knows. Asking him privately seems a little personal, so she just adds him to her filter.]

[Filtered to Defense Force (minus Conrad) + Sasuke]

This is Saya Otonashi. I'm hoping someone who hears this will be able to help me.

[deep breath, Saya. It'll be okay, somehow.]

I need some help with Diva. [all the DF members should recognize her name from the watch list, at the very least, if not the incidents where she turned two inmates into her slaves.]

[And so she waits for replies. She'll have to screen carefully to make sure any volunteers will be able to handle this -- and formidable though the DF members' abilities are, most of them can't hope to hold their own against one of Saya's kin.]