[Lyle spends a few minutes making some notes on the board, making it a bit easier for the students. Frederick is sitting on the desk watching Lyle write, flapping periodically. Economics isn't exactly the most exciting of the classes offered, but he still takes the class seriously. He makes the notes on the board to take up some time until class starts and the students file in and take their seats as well as for Tieria to come in.

When it is time to start, he turns to address the class] Alright. Let's begin.

[ooc: characters can tag for either before, during, or after the class]

[it’s hard to acquaint one’s self with new technology when you don’t even know how to turn it on properly. truth be told, Herbert wouldn’t be surprised in the least if it turned out that this was just a very elaborate toy or if it didn’t work at all. this might be a lucid dream but he's not even gonna wonder where the logic in this particular one is or what kind of awful, nasty things his brain is trying to tell him by picking out such a - colorful locale.

imagine his surprise when it turns out that the thing does work. the video feed opens to him primly sitting on his knees, neat as can be even with the ugly cuff wrapped around his right foot. he shifts a few times, causing the chain to rattle gently, before dipping one hand out of frame to where the welcome basket is beside him. seconds later, he comes up with a bag of pretzels. whether or not he’s bothered that the clothing he’s wearing is covered in copious amounts of dried blood and viscera or if it even registers properly remains to be seen. If he is aware, he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it.

after a few minutes of crunching away, he swallows and wipes a few crumbs off his lips.]

I don’t like salted pretzels. [he says this nonchalantly but in a tone that suggests everyone with half a brain should know this incredibly vital bit of trivia.] More importantly, I don’t like the ocean. I was under the impression that near-death experiences cause your life to flash before your eyes, but considering that I haven’t been to a beach since the age of five, it would seem that I’ll have to reevaluate my assessment.

[he pops another pretzel into his mouth, and this time his expression becomes very…unamused.]

Dream, then. Is this the part where I’m supposed to learn something enlightening about myself, or the part where manifestations of my psyche come to ridicule me? Either way, I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible, if you please. [CRUNCH.] I have something that needs to be taken care of back in Arkham. A way to remove this - [again, the chain rattles.] - would be ideal as well. If I’m going to be traipsing about here for God knows how long, I would like to do it in relative comfort.

[The girl looking at the camera is thoroughly unimpressed. She doesn't bother trying to hide it.]

Seriously? I'm finally through with that community service bullshit, and I end up here? Look, I've paid my debt, or whatever. Now you're telling me I've been sent to prison by a fucking robot? You'd better be kidding about this being for the rest of my life.

[She sighs, exasperated, rolling her eyes.] I'm so tired of dealing with this shit. I just want to go home and be normal for once. That really shouldn't be too much to ask for. That's what most people get without even trying.

Nathan, if you've got anything to do with this, I'm going to fucking kill you. Do you hear me?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 135th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. As some of you may remember, there was a light rain scheduled for yesterday; it will be taking place today instead.

[There is a brief pause.] Inmate Subaru Nakajima, the fire safety systems in the shelter, as elsewhere in this facility, are in perfect working order. Your test was thoughtful, but unnecessary. Please refrain from further tests of that nature in the future.

Inmates Frank Lee and Ritsuka Aoyagi, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 134th day of the third generation. The weather transition has still not yet completed, and the weather for today will be warm in the morning and afternoon, cooling off slightly in the evening. This facility had scheduled a light rain, but it will be delayed until tomorrow, so as not to interfere with inmate Yuuri Shibuya's baseball game.

Inmates Miwako Sakurada, The Doctor, Rose Tyler, and Michiru Kaiou, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[He's not used to sleeping so much, but what else is he supposed to do in a hospital? Unfortunately, the big man has quickly gotten restless and irritable from so much inactivity. From the sounds of it, there was even some big event of some sort last night, and he hadn't even gotten to lurk around the edges to check it out.]

Oy. Someone come help me break out of this place, and I'll make it worth your while. [He's being totally serious, too. He thinks he's going to lose his mind if he has to stay in this bed another day. His chest has to be almost healed by now, right?]

Look, I just need someone to get me past these goddamn robots, and that's it. [Walking still hurts, but if he takes it slow and steady, it'll be fine. Trust him, he has a plan. Sort of.]

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.)

So... what the gorram hell's a prom?

[ The face of a young, red haired boy appears on the communicator. Yuta's face is full of confusion as he looks around, thinking he's dreaming. He frowns impatiently, starting to wonder if this really is a dream or not.]

[stomps foot on ground] Where the heck am I? I haven't done anything wrong! Let me leave, I don't wanna be here! I can isolate this whole place! Hey! Tell me..what's going on?!


((ooc: He's scared, but too stubborn to admit it. ))

[Ahem, ahem. Please allow this white-haired NOT!TWILIGHT sparklyvampire noble to delicately clear his throat and gaze at the communication device with the intensity of...something really. Intense. He isn't sulking, we should make this clear at the outset. Nor is he on the verge of a minor temper tantrum. Don't be ridiculous.]

If- [FROOOOOWN] If my transgressions are indeed worthy of lifelong imprisonment, I shall answer for them without complaint, as is befitting a noble. What's done is done, and I stand by my actions. [Pause. Even breaths!] I do, however, object to the manner in which my sentence was passed, behind closed doors and behind my back. At least have the decency to convict me while I am present at the trial.

[To add insult to injury, these communicators are absolutely HIDEOUS. But remember, kiddies, he's not having a tantrum. His eyebrow is twitching a little, though. Just a little.]

Barbaric.

[The frown could almost be a scowl now.]

I do hope you haven't detained Seira in a similar fashion.

----- [ Open ] -----

[ Remember this brightly smiling face, Marina? This man is currently surrounded by greenery, long hair pulled back in a ponytail and is holding a pair of pruning scissors. ]

Roses, for all their beauty, are known to be quite the fussy plants! Constant pruning is required, for the leaves tend to take away nutrients that would otherwise be channeled towards healthy blossoms.

[ Talking to himself? Maybe. Until he looks to the camera~ ]

Roses are also versatile plants, for not only their perfume nor their appearance make most of their charm, but their taste as well. They make the interesting addition to tea, roast birds and pastries.

So, tell me Marina, are there unique recipes from your home that you might want to share? Perhaps those tuning in to this feed might pick up something new as well!


----- [ Private to Rai and M-21 ] -----

[ Now he has the welcome basket -- the treats, the pamphlet and brochures, and other supplies. Along with the basket came a new accessory. And so as promptly and sharply as he can, albeit void of any humor -- ]

Master, M-21.

I have been restrained. I will be late for dinner.
 

[When he finally cracks his eyes open, he doesn't recognize the ceiling he’s staring up at. For one, heart-stopping moment, he’s deathly afraid that he’s back in the Organization, being patched up for some ungodly reason. Or, worse, being experimented on yet again. The last thing he remembers is telling M-21 that he has to live, for all of their sake.]

[The message is something he takes in more slowly, and when he finally finishes reading, a sardonic grin curls at his lips.]

So even guys like me can get a second chance… [He laughs, but that makes his chest hurt, so he shuts up pretty quickly. He grudgingly shifts a hand to feel the bandages that have been wrapped there. So they’d saved his life, when he was supposed to die. He isn’t sure how he feels about it. Hell. As long as M-21 is safe. As long as he’s free. Really, isn’t that all that matters?]

That’s some technology, helping to patch up a broken heart… literally. [Goddamn it, he really had to stop chuckling. It felt like someone was taking a hammer to his ribs...]

((OOC: M-24 is in the hospital! He is restrained, but he probably needs anywhere from one to three days to fully recover. Heart punctures are terrible.))

[Goodness knows the communicator has caused her no end of puzzlement. And the robots, with their scuttling about and their activity, have made her step back more than once. This is far too much for an 18th century girl to fully understand.

Still, she needs to ask someone and this communicator seems to be the right way so.]

If anyone sees an owl - a white barn owl, that is - could I trouble you to inform me? He should come to the name Osca. I'm afraid he's either gotten lost or... well, I suppose he might be held somewhere. Still, if anyone does see him, all I ask is that you let me know. If he is well, he will return to me in time.

[With that, she sighs out softly.]

At least this place starts with a map...

[ "Principal Lee" found it quite strange that the library only contained general information. Too general. Almost sanitized.

Though he has to admit, the cleanliness of the place was impeccable. If it weren't for the buzz offered by this strange device on his head, the silence would make things perfect.

He cannot sense Master. He could be glad, but he was worried since he cannot keep an eye on him.

This is troublesome. Very troublesome indeed. The video feed then opens to a handsome face, framed by well-kept golden hair. ]

I do beg your pardon, but would there be a place here where ramen is served? Or perhaps some good tea?

[ Bit of a bashful kind of smile~ ]

I find myself having a bit of craving, you see.



(( OOC: Here be Frankenstein of Noblesse. Pardon as replies may be slow ;; ))