[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

[ he plays at being asleep for about half an hour, facing the opposite wall of their shelter room and waiting to be sure Flynn's asleep, before he sits up in bed and silently stands, tugging the sheet free of his bed. then he crosses the room, to where Flynn's keeping the sword -- in good condition, despite everything. Probably couldn't bear to mistreat a sword, no matter what.

just going to COVER THAT SWORD UP with the sheet, ready in case it starts squirming! ]


((ooc: Yuri is kidnapping Excalibur, and planning on taking him to meet Fuuma under cover of night. Feel free to run into him on the streets of Marina, with a bedsheet over his shoulder that occasionally squirms distressingly.))

[Action]

[Anyone walking near the dojo will hear the strange sound of... well, what sounds like a rapid-fire machine gun pounding against wood. Chun-Li is expertly balanced on one leg, and the other is striking the training dummy so quickly that it's little more than a blur of motion. After one-hundred lightning fast kicks, she pauses to take a breather. Wisps of her hair are trying to force their way out of her baos, signaling that she's been at this for quite some time. At least the rain is keeping her cool, and it makes footing a bit slick, but that's good for training in its own way.]

[Video]

Phew! The rain feels really nice after all this heat, huh? [She's tired, she's soaking wet, but the grin that has lit up her whole face can only be described as infectious. She's feeling very good after her morning workout.] Does it rain here often?

[For the last two days that Ed had been in Marina, she had been scouring the network, checking everything from the journals to all the information about Acumen and Sentience. Sorting through inmate information and data, the standard operations of the bots and layout of the prison in the early hours she began to sway side to side wearily after finally calming down.

Though after two days without sleep and with the trickling rain, what would be better than a nap. At first she had fallen asleep right at the kiosk, just after having asked Acumen a favor, curling up under the ledge of the building.]

((ooc: Ed fell asleep at the Kiosk but feel free to find her anywhere in the area; she has been known to sleepwalk or might have been nudged to move by someone passing by.))

[The screen is turned on to show a white ‘creature’ staring down at it. What exactly that creature is... Part rabbit? Part pork bun? Some genetic mutation? None of the above.]

Hey! Hey! Listen up! Somebody's got things all wrong! Mokona's not a criminal!

[Mokona’s little arms are crossed and there is a slight glare, although Mokona really isn’t that threatening looking although Mokona is trying to be.]

Mokona didn't travel, but Mokona woke up here! But Mokona doesn't remember how Mokona got to this place. And Mokona shouldn't be here. Kurogane was happy to share his food with Mokona so it wasn't stealing! And Mokona only wriggles around inside people's clothing because that's how Mokona communicates!

[An angry little noise.] Is this because Mokona is so popular? Mokona shouldn't be locked up because of that! And where’s Fay and Kurogane and everyone else? Iyaaaa. Did they get locked up too? Kuro-puu is a monster sometimes and s~c~a~r~y but Mokona doesn't think that he should be locked up either.

[A small noise.] Puu! And Mokona was being good and waiting for Syaoran to come back, but everything has changed again, and Mokona doesn’t think it is another dream world… but Mokona also senses a lot of strange things here…

[ 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. ]

[Really, everything was going more smoothly than planned. Stalking the rooftops a little over an hour before the party was set to start had shown that Hokuto had managed to drag both Kamui and Subaru out of their house as requested. Really, getting both Subaru and Kamui out of their house for long enough had been the only problematic point in his plan. Now that it was taken care of, all he had to do was make sure they were well out of sight, and jump down to head across the way to their house. The front door to the house wasn't even locked. It was almost too easy.]

[Fuuma didn't bother setting anything too fancy up. He just tied a few balloons to the legs of the kitchen table, and taped a "Happy Birthday!" banner up on the wall - good luck getting that down later Kamui and Subaru, it's pretty obvious a tall person put it up there. He figured the party would be enough of an excess in Kamui's mind, so there was no point in going overboard with decorations.]

[Food, on the other hand, he had tried getting a bit fancier with. Not like he had anything better to do here. There's two red velvet cakes with butter-cream icing set out, a large quantity of vanilla ice cream, and an equally large fruit platter. It's rather obvious who the food was catered to, and Fuuma honestly didn't care that much if there was someone who hated all of it. Of course by the time people start showing up, he'll be gone anyways, so there won't be anyone to make complaints to.]


((OOC: It's Kamui's birthday! If you got an invite or word of mouth from someone who got an invite (AKA you just want your character to join in for great justice), feel free to tag in. This Fuuma isn't going to be at the party at all, so mingle with other people, bug Kamui, eat cake, and all that jazz.))

[Have a dramatically loud whipcrack, Marina! Fuuma is in the park, showing off just the tiniest bit. He loops the whip back up easily, gathering it around his wrist. It's long and slim, carefully hand-woven.]

--I think I owe someone lessons~?

Oh, and -- where's that fellow who passed out yesterday, while I'm at it? Nena's unconscious friend.

[hello, Marina! have a pretty blond man with an eyepatch giving the feed a pleasant smile. If you're good at reading people, you may notice a hint of worry behind that smile. if you know him, you may notice some changes-- he has +1 eyepatch, and his remaining eye is yellow, not blue! his hair is longer than before, and the smile he's giving is a little more subdued than you may remember.]

Ah, hello! My name is Fay D. Flourite-- it appears I'm one of the most recent prisoner here! [he gives a small laugh; intended to be at the absurdity of the situation, but in reality, it lets out the quiet, nervous tension that has settled down into his chest.] I have a couple questions! The copy that replaced me-- it's certain that they'll finish doing what I was doing, originally? Any future misdeeds I may commit were likely revolving around stopping someone from doing some very bad things, and I wouldn't want my copy not to try and stop him!

[his smile wavers a little bit more at this point; it's possible that they could do alright without him, but risking it--]

I'm also curious to see if any of my companions are here! Syaoran-kun? Sakura-chan? Kuro-rin?

Thank you very much, everyone~!

[ someone is standing in front of the ice cream parlor, on his way back from the convenience store. and he's just... staring at the sign, wondering when this showed up. ]

... what's "ice cream"? Why does it need a whole shop? [ sounds cranky that he has to ask about this. to be fair, he doesn't really get the pizza shop, either. or the ramen stand. ]


((ooc: Open open open!))

[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 ♥ !))

[ Greed’s bar seems to have been awarded its first bum, if looks can be anything to go by. The man drifts by the entrance, casually looking it up and down, his hands stuffed deep inside of his hoodie. His head is covered by a knit beanie, the only evidence of his face just a tuft of stubble. ]

[ A voice breaks through the Marina main broadcasting feed, casual even if his lips are hinting at a smirk ]

So what time does Happy Hour begin on induction day? I feel like there’s a missed opportunity for the proprietor here.

[ There's two reasons for being her: One, he needs a stiff drink, and besides this bar there is another club where there's something wholly unhuman serving the liquor. Two, a bar is a decent social scene. Perhaps he can get some answers as to what is going on and, this early, it's less likely that people are drunk quite yet. Maybe. God, is this place for real? He's been in some very strange situations before, but this definitely takes the cake. If he was ready to be thrown into prison before, this has shaken his views a little. ]

And yeah, that was an invitation for anyone else wanting to get an early start. Or for anyone wanting to come actually tend the bar. Much appreciated.

(( OOC: If your character recognizes Nick, please refrain from telling him Maya is still here. Edgeworth is ok because I don't think he'd be so discouraged from drinking if he found his former rival was out there. He got up a little later than Maya's broadcast - maybe you did as well? PS, he could be at the club if you'd rather be there. ))

[... sigh. there is a young woman out at the park today, looking wistfully up at the tree in front of her... ball and chain around her legs.]

I can't even climb a tree...? How cruel.

[she stops her efforts there, throwing one last glance at the tree before she completely turns away with a frown.]

[she pauses.] Mm... This place is impressive, at least. I don't think I've ever heard of a prison that takes care of things quite like this... [no, really. she rattles the chain a bit before she continues, with a small sigh.]

So, what does everyone do for fun around here? [she would ask how to get out, but somehow she feels that would be kind of a waste of time. who would stick around in a prison if they could, anyway?] Call it a curious question from one... inmate to another.

( ONE - OPEN )

( TWO - LIMITED-ISH BUT STILL OPEN )

((late, and tags will be slow. Do you hate me yet? I also need to latelate tag other peoples dream posts, because I'm annoying like that. Yeah, you hate me ♥))

[ dream 1 - labyrinth - walk along a dark, narrow hallway lined with doors. you cannot see the end of the hall, and if you turn around, you won't see where you came from. a minute passes, and then another...

eventually, you begin to hear it: a faint voice. you have to strain to hear it at all, it's weak and it trembles as if through tears. it seems to be coming from behind a door far ahead, off to your left.

behind you, you can hear footsteps; starting softly, the staccato rhythm growing louder and louder--

until a door immediately beside you slams open, and Kamui barrels out. his eyes are slitted and gold, his expression wild.

it takes him a moment to notice you, another to recognize you, if you're someone he knows. in the meanwhile, he snarls, claws raising--

the voice cries out again. Kamui! and then a sharp cry of pain. Kamui whirls around, panicked. he begins to throw his body against doors, calling a name: Subaru! Subaru!

none of the doors open. no matter how hard he tries. and Kamui himself begins to look like he's in pain. but he keeps trying.

Kamui! another cry and a sob. ... help... me, Kamui... ]

-----

[ dream 2 - wasteland - dust, grime; the smell of something faintly acidic -- it gets in the back of your throat and won't fade. there is a window covered with a ratty plastic tarp; rain patters against it from outside, occasionally dripping into the wall, eating into a small groove from past leaks. it seems that, every so often, the whole building seems to shiver, and a little more concrete dust falls.

Kamui stands by the window in a heavy cloak, watching the rain. on the other side of the room stands a blonde man with an eyepatch. there is a faint, gleaming thread between the two of them.

You made me, the man says. So Subaru wouldn't, is the reply.

Ah, how cold... the man jokes, but it seems flat. Kamui doesn't look away from the window. It's not my problem.

the building shivers again, and Kamui does look up, now -- at you. his eyes narrow. What do you want? ]

((OOC: In dream #1, feel free to jump in any time after Kamui appears; in dream #2, Fai will just smilesmile at you and not speak, then eventually fade. And feel free to tag just one, or both!))

Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

Floating lantern display? I haven't seen one of those before. Has anyone here seen them?

[Kitten in your face, Marina.]

No, leave that alone.

[And now that kitten is rolled over on its back, eyeing you - yes, you - from Anya's kitchen counter. Does the distant sound of sizzling food over the stove make him nervous? Not one bit.

From Anya, to the feed:]

His name is Dagonet. [And now the feed cuts! Goodbye.]