[The meeting hall of the educational center has been prepared. There is a large, oval table with enough comfortable chairs for everyone in the center of the room. There is also a smaller table ready for food and drink to be served and an open area for the musical performance later.

Euphie hopes this will be an inviting atmosphere for people to share their thoughts on the school.]


(OOC: Event-style commenting. Wait for headers. Memo for reference.)

[Yesterday was chaotic, but he felt as if time was working against him, after his last conversation with Suzaku. He had to put his ideas into motion, lest he lose whatever advantages he thought he might have.]

[Filtered to Conrad; then Gino]

Good morning. I am hoping we might be able to meet today, to discuss some important matters.


[Filtered to Orihime (after the other conversations)]

Greetings, Ms. Inoue. My name is Guilford. We have never spoken before, but I received your name from Sir Weller. I was told that your unique skills might be able to assist me with a rather... strange dilemma I am facing.

If it is not too much trouble, would you have some time to speak with me today?


((ooc: I wanted to put this up tonight, since I do not work tomorrow, and my internet is being flaky, and thus I am not on my IM clients. Feel free to placeholder anything you dont want me to tag ASAP.))

[This voice will sound very familiar to a significant proportion of the dome. Echoes of a far-distant past. But there's something... off.]

So, the cowardly government led by President Henderson has sunk to a new low. Have they now resorted to incarceration of all those that dare oppose their violations of the rights of their people? For this, there will be no escape for those that abuse the rights of mutants! Take heed, all those that hear this message. Zero is here to bring justice to oppressors and freedom to the oppressed!

[This is a Lelouch from XI, where he is fighting for mutant rights instead of the Japanese. He can be found... somewhere in Sector 4, in full costume.]]

[ it would be easier if he could arrange the meeting over the network. but he's not good enough with computers to keep Lelouch from overhearing and he's not looking for Lelouch to know about any of this until he's done all he can. so instead he checks out the public hubs, places he knows from a year of knowing Guilford are places the man would spend his time: the education center and the library are at the top of that short list.

at the library, he gets lucky, and -- after taking a deep breath -- approaches. ]

Sir Guilford.

Can we talk?

[Before the Party -- Setting things up | While PM goes about her rounds~]

[It had been a long morning at the hospital, but he was thankful he was at least now able to move. He wore a colored and opaque shirt as to hide the bandages around his torso. After dropping his letter off at the Post Office, he rushed back to the house at Sector 3 and made sure the Peregrine Mendicanht did not see him carry a sizable box full of pastel-hued decor as he hid behind a building and waited until she left for her rounds -- it was time...]

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[Party is a GO! | After PM's rounds~]

[As people arrived, Ribbons would be giving them brief instructions as to how they are to welcome the Parcel Mistress as she arrived -- and that is with a very hearty, "SURPRISE!"

No fancy speeches -- just cakes, sweet/meat pies, quiches, sandwiches, finger foods and cool drinks.]

{ Thread here }


(( OOC : Event-style post, so thread amongst yourselves~ ♥ Party's for everyone so even those who did not respond ic-ly to Ribbons' invitation post, come on over! :D ))

Whew... Another night of those monster things. I hope we don't have to worry about them again any time soon.

I wonder how long it'll take to figure out a pattern...

[Guilford is sitting at a table in the library, several notepads and books piled neatly on the table before him. One obvious piece of paper is a printout of an older school schedule, with red marker crossing off the names of all the teachers that have disappeared from the prison, or dropped interest in heading up their classes, since the school was first being formed. It was a disconcerting sight, for him, and one he hoped to fix.

Taking a moment away from compiling his information, he presses a button on the communicator to begin a network broadcast. While trying to remain optimistic, for Euphie's sake, he definitely sounds worn by the news he has.] Good evening, Marina. This is Guilford, and I am afraid I have some unfortunate news regarding the current school roster.

It appears the ranks of those in teaching positions have been thinned in past weeks. Most of this is due to individuals disappearing from the prison; the most recent example being Miss Beatrice, who has left two classes in her wake.

I urge any of you who are interested in teaching classes to please speak up, so that the imbalance in the curriculum might be rectified. Chemistry, physics, or the like, plus any coursework discussing points of culture, are all in dire need. [Taking a short pause.] No significant obligation is required. Even once-per-week classes would be appreciated, and I am capable of assisting with any last-minute organization, or helping to secure the resources and space necessary.

[More optimistically.] Participation and attendance has been strong for the classes that are currently underway, and I am glad to report this. Any who step forward will be greatly valued as contributors and mentors to those who have taken their first steps on the path to new knowledge. [And, to be polite.] I wish to thank you all, on Princess Euphemia's behalf -- and my own-- for your continued support.

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[Voice | Private to Conrad Weller]
Greetings, Sir Weller. I hope I am not interrupting anything. I wish to hear more of this facility's history, if you might have some time to meet me this evening.

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[Voice | Private to Euphemia li Britannia]
Euphemia, are you feeling well? I know that yesterday's events were quite... strange, and potentially uncomfortable. [But at least there was no significant danger present, so he was not nearly as alarmed as he might have ordinarily been.]

...A prison?

[The girl who's managed to turn on the communicator is tiny, and seems a bit dazed. There are faint smudges on her communicator--it seems like she originally had it on over her eyepatch, which is really a bit silly.]

...Excuse me...is anyone named 'Rokudo Mukuro' here...?

[If it's a prison, it's worth looking, even if she can't sense him, right?]

[ Rosa awoke later than she usually would have, perhaps because of the lack of light to wake her up- and she missed the 'announcement'. So, she's quite confused. No, really confused. And she wants to know what happened. The clock says it's around 7AM, so... shouldn't it be bright outside? Fumbling with her communicator, she manages to slip it on and turn on voice. ]

Why is it so dark?! This can't be normal.

...It's not still nighttime, is it? [ if it is - then she might've just woken some people up... ]

[*Open only to those invited by Euphie]

[Early Morning, Before the Breakfast]⁽¹⁾

[Ribbons was in a buzz and a blur as he made sure that the buffet table is all set -- food (croissants, rolls, cheeses, omelets and breakfast meats, fresh fruits and salad) and beverages (water, fruit juice, tea, coffee, hot chocolate and milk for the younger ones) being served at their right temperatures; china, silverware and linen intact and spotless; flowers fresh and tables and chairs arranged at proper distances.

He wore an eggshell blue shirt with white pinstripes that was rolled at the sleeves and charcoal slacks and pants. As the bots moved around, there was a look of concentration on his face as he made sure a blossom in one of the the floral centerpieces was not drooping too much...

Later, he shall be by the door, sleeves back in place, making his two-tone black-purple tie is in order, ready to welcome the arrivals with bots at the ready to serve drinks~]


[Breakfast Meeting]⁽²⁾

[Once all the invitees have arrived and have at least been served drinks by the bots, Ribbons shall tap a butter knife against his glass of fresh orange juice to call for attention --]

May I have everyone's attention please...?

To our founder, Princess Euphemia li Brittania and to my colleagues, good morning. We are here today not only to make each other's acquaintance, but to celebrate the opening of the Marina Academy and our first day of classes -- a day that marks the beginning of a new chapter in this prison. This shall be a start to an era of nurturing minds and bodies.

I hereby propose a toast -- [Ribbons raises his glass --] to you and your good health, ladies and gentlemen, and to the enduring success of Marina Academy. Cheers!

[And after a tip of his glass and a sip, he shall motion to the buffet table with a little bow and the attendees can get their food~]


( OOC Notes )
 

So, which classes is everyone planning to take? Is anyone else a little nervous?

Oh! And if anyone can teach art or science it would be really helpful!


(OOC: Link is not IC, but Guilford did announce where the catalogs could be found in a prior post.)

[Nunnally's sitting in a room in the Education Center working on her present for Shirley. There are wires, tape, and various attaching implements spread out in front of her, plus a book of origami and a selection of papers and barrettes. Her back is to the door with the wheelchair hiding most of her work in case one of the birthday people comes in, and she should be able to hear footsteps or the door opening in time to attempt to hide it. Come bug her?]

[Although the post is directed to Jennifer, it is not private at all! Why should it be private if it's such bright news?]

Jennifer-san, it looks like I'm going to need your help, ahaha!

[For someone asking for help, he doesn't sound unhappy at all! It's because he has such happy news. In fact, he can hardly contain himself as he says the following words:]

I'm getting married, ahahahaha!

Uther slowly sat up, disoriented and confused. He did not know where he was or what had happened to him. It was quickly obvious, though, that something was very wrong. He had been stripped of his royal robes and even his trousers, and he was dressed in a simple combination of garments which were totally unfit for a king to wear. The room he was in was some kind of dome, with blue water visible overhead. There was a heavy iron ball attached to one of his legs. He was immediately outraged and a bit frightened at the same time,though he would never display it. Only powerful magic could allow a place like this to even exist.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" He roared. He spotted the welcome message on the communicator almost immediately, and quickly read through it. It explained that he was a criminal, in here because he was a danger to himself and others. He just as quickly yanked the communicator device off, throwing it across the room. It was some kind of sorcery, just like the building itself, there was no other explanation for it, and he would not go near it again. He was outraged that an enemy would use magic on him, and more angry that he was thought of as a criminal.

"I demand release IMMEDIATELY!" He roared. "They were not crimes. They were necessary for the protection of my kingdom." He was yelling loudly, even though he was unsure if he'd be heard. "You cannot truly understand my position, no one can, because only I am king. The people I executed were sorcerers, and they were evil. They were guilty under the laws of Camelot. I do only what must be done to ensure my kingdom does not fall and that its people are safe Magic is evil, and it corrupts all who use it I will not allow Camelot to fall to magic while I am king. I demand you release me from this place immediately! And believe me, you will pay dearly for this outrage!"

He was yelling loudly now, not caring who heard him or if there were consequences. He made it to the door that he saw with great effort because of the chain. He saw that he was locked in this room, and even if he had not been, it wouldn't have been possible to walk a great distance with the ball and chain. He wasn't going to give up easily though. He had to get out of here and back to Camelot as soon as possible, because even though Arthur was there to watch things in his absence, the neighboring kings would certainly seize on this to invade Camelot and destroy it.

(ooc Uther is not gonna go near that communicator for a while. Someone's gonna have to get it through his thick skull that it's not magic lol)

[Evening is quickly approaching in Marina. The artificial sun is slipping away and the shelter has been outfitted with lots of snack foods for lovers of sweet and salty alike, board and card games, movies from the families of guilty pleasures as well as the spooky, pillows, blankets, and even some sleeping bags. They were not easy to find!

This can only mean one thing. It must be time for....

A SLUMBER PARTY!

And, yes, as requested a few doors to unoccupied rooms have been marked private.]


((OOC: I have notifs turned off of this post, so spam and threadjack to your heart's content. Treat it like any event post (example: the fire celebration). If you want to play with Yuuri directly, you'll just need to tag his thread. Also, there are not actually going to be any monsters or fog this evening.

If you are planning to be a bystander at the Xellos fight, you probably shouldn't tag here unless you note that it's later (and you might want to actually wait and see how that goes and then actually tag here late too in case you have injuries.) There will be time overlapping.))

[He wasn't the radio announcer type, so Guilford was speaking with a little more authority than one might expect, and he tried not to put too much of the requisite presence into it. Still, he wished to be clear, for Euphie's sake.

He was clasping his hands behind his back, and stood next to a terminal inside the Education Center. On the screen was a blue and aqua logo, and what looked to be paragraphs of text (but it would be hard to read at the distance the camera was at).]

Good morning, Marina. I trust everyone has recovered from the previous night's... festivities. [There were doubts as to whether or not Acumen's assessment was at all accurate, but he wasn't about to bring that up. This broadcast had its own purpose.]

I am broadcasting to you this morning to announce that preparations for the Marina Academy are nearly complete. Euphemia has prepared some literature for the currently available courses, which are freely available in print -- [Pulling his hands forward, he holds up a very professional-looking booklet with the same marking as on the computer next to him, which he sets the item on top of.] -- as well as on the computers within the Education Facility, itself.

[It was strange to add this point, but even so:] Once the infrastructure is complete, copies can also be requested via mail.

[A brief pause while he adjusts his glasses.] There are some gaps in the curriculum, due to lack of volunteers or because some have gone... home.

These should best be filled quickly if any semblance of balance is to be maintained. Teachers would be useful for the following courses: [Which he reads off of a notepad he had in his other hand.] General science, additional languages -- I would like to note that there seem to be a number of inmates here that speak Japanese, and thus it would facilitate communication without depending on the communicators [Which some people would be all over.] , as well as some arts, and ethics.

If anyone is interested and capable please contact myself or Lady Euphemia and we can discuss arrangements. Anyone attending is welcome to begin registering for the classes that are posted, which can be done at the same computers that display the catalogs, or on sign-up sheets posted in the Shelter. Teachers, please begin preparing your curriculum, as well.

((OOC: Haunt put up a relevant post for muns here!))

[Euphie didn't have her headset on when she walked back into her shared room with Nunnally only to see her little sister crying. Her own fears about the monsters she sees outside the windows melts away for the moment as she goes to her side, wanting to slip her arms around her and pull her close.]

Nunnally.


(OOC: Set up for Euphie and Nunnally, but if anyone else in the house wants to drop in at some point now or in the future, you're welcome! Also, if anyone wants to check in on Euphie with voice, you can assume she put her headset back on later and do that here too.)

[ Shizuo takes no warnings to stay inside. At the moment, he seems to be staring down at the video screen, but he's not really looking at it. He's fiddling with the device. Ever since he heard Naoya's annoying Izaya laughter, he's been trying to get it to turn off. He's just not made to understand this kind of stuff. ]

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. I'm done with you, it's annoying.

[ Meanwhile, his cursing and mumbling at it has attracted one of the puppets, who's thrashing at him with her strings. Despite the cuts it's leaving on his face and arms, he doesn't even seem to notice ]

Rrgh. Why won't this stupid thing work!?

[ The puppet decided she's going to come closer and make a grab for Shizuo to try and bite him. That much he notices, and finally turns to her angrily ] I'M BUSY!!

[ He punches her, she goes flying-- not that the video feed showed anything but him cursing at an empty space. ] You ruined my shirt. Dammit.

[The bonfire going in Sector 6 is guarded by sentinels, but the area is decorated with orange and blue tents and laid out with good food, many of it toasted or hot. The flames are enchanted and cool, and they get extinguished if they're taken outside the boundaries of the little camp, but there is actually have a rich, spicy alcoholic beverage being served there, so try to have fun with that instead. (No, it will not make you breathe fire.)

[The bleachers and benches here offer the best view of the fireworks just starting to go off as the sky darkens...]


((posted slightly early, but hey, starting Friday we're going to have monsters, SO, if you don't plan to play with the monsters -- or if you do -- have some fun here! post a comment, and then comment amongst yourselves~))

Surely you know by now what I'm about to do.

[ Giggles ]

Ready for this boys and girls? I promise it's just a little different from the norm.

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Your crush. Significant other. Whatever it is you wish to refer to them as...

[ Should you guys be worried? ]

How did you establish it's them you wanted? What drew you to them in the first place? Do you think it can last?

[ Not as much as usual, it seems. ]

Sorry, though. I have nothing to add for personal experiences.~