[ This was not how she expected to spend her day at all. Jeanne was sitting at a desk, typing and re-typing this report abou the incident at the training hall. The thing is, she is terrible at being coherent and concise with her reports, so very time she reads it she decides she hates it and starts all over again. It all just happned so quickly, so where does she even start?

At one point she just stops writing altogether, and rest arms and head on the edge of the desk, utterly exasperated. It's because of this that she doesn't notice the purple-haired woman in the silver-and-blue uniform walk right on past her, glancing about curiously... ]

((OOC: Open for anyone who has business in the Defense Force HQ! Closed thread for Subaru and Fou in this post, too, though if someone really wants to react to Subaru being there, ping me! I'm looking to avoid spamming.))

[ Sasha had woken up early -- hair braided back, dressed in a simple white shirt, pants and flat shoes. There was still plenty of time before the Swordsmanship Class in the afternoon. However, she feels that she needs more time to sort out her emotions, her thoughts, so as better to concentrate on the class' tasks.

In a kneeling position, she takes slow, measured breaths to summon the tiring, if not calming effect of her Cosmo, and shutting out the world even if just for a moment... ]


(( OOC: Closed post to Rider, Saber, Jeanne and Zelgadis. WARNING UP FOR VIOLENCE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT in the first thread. ))

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!

DATE: Day 121, evening
INVOLVED: fleur_de_glorie and arcanesansnom
ACTIVITY: An innocent nighttime picnic, to discuss Prom preparations and... stuff.
RATING: T for Teenage girl ambitions

( And tomorrow we'll be gone )

[ 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. ]

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))

[ Yes, it's that time again, Marina. Jeanne's smiling face is viewable, with a blank TV screen on its stand to one side of her, and a whiteboard to the other. ] Hello everyone! I just wanted remind everyone -- especially since we have so many newcomers -- that my sign language class is meeting today in a half hour. It's going to be a short lesson, just to see how everyone is doing so far, or to introduce new students, and also...

[ And here Jeanne should have filtered it, but neglects to. ] I'll be hosting another spa gathering for all you ladies out there. For those who've never been, my name is Jeanne Fránçaix, and I do this from time-to-time because I think it's a great way to relax, trade ~gossip~ and just get to know each other better. It'll be at the public baths in Sector 6 as usual, starting at around 5!

[ She puts a finger to her chin. ] Hmm, I think I should try to make these more fun with themes, or something like that, but I don't really have any ideas. I'll look for your suggestions when you stop by. [ A wave. ] I hope to see many of you later!


((ooc: Three sections to this post for contacting her! Voice calls, during Class with Jeanne or to mingle with classmates, and Spa for a thread with just Jeanne.

The entire rest of the post is for Spa mingling, and open to all women in Marina -- or party crashers, since she didn't filter this. Have at it! /o/ ))

Tyen shiao duh... [The curse is harried and tense, as is Mal at the moment not only because he isn't where he thinks he should be, but also because he obviously doesn't have control over the situation at hand. The video feed shows him restrained in a cell. There isn't a fiber of his being that even kind of likes this.]

What kind of Alliance fei hua is this? [Because by his way of thinking this is obviously the Alliance's doing. That's what governments do, right? They interfere where they shouldn't be interfering? Yep, Alliance. And he knows he has to start forming an escape plan no matter what that Acumen voice said.] Anybody wanna tell me what planet the Eloquois Ocean's on?

[A moment of silence before he asks quite angrily and shakes at the chain binding him out of pure aggravation.] And where the hell's my gorram ship!?!?




( ooc )

It's a beautiful night. Jeanne is in the drivers seat of the blue convertible as you both cruise down along the highway. The canvas top is pulled down to let the summer air in. She's wearing her hair longer, now; with waves instead of curls or rolls in it. Her outfit is colorful, as usual, with the blue tie-die shirt hanging just low enough to cover the edge of her shorts.

What was the plan, tonight? Pull up to the local drive-thru theater and catch a late night showing, with an empty parking lot? Or maybe find a back-roads diner for a midnight milkshake. Perhaps she'll just steer on over to that cliff-side parking lot, switch off the lights and you both can watch the stars together.

Whatever the destination, it should be pretty clear what Jeanne's plan is. The music on the radio is pumpin', her lips are painted, and she just can't help but sneak over more glances your way than should be allowed while driving.

The night is hers, and so are you.

((ooc: Open to existing CR! Does not have to be significant CR. Not sure what direction this will take with all parties, but the above destination that you pick will affect the outcome. If you're unsure about something, hit me up on her contact post. Consider this a warning for potential sexy-times~))

[ Jeanne should be glad that she's gotten in the habit of keeping that digital camera in her purse at all times. Tonight's plans were mostly ruined, thanks to whoever decided to vandalize the Arcade and its attached bowling lanes, and was long gone by now. She took some photos before they turned heel and walked all the way to the pizza shop instead, but not without making a very quick call to whoever was on dispatch tonight. ]

I still can't believe it... who would do something like that? Do they have a problem with the arcade, or something?

[ She sighed, the diner now in sight. Her hand came up to adjust the loose chiffon cover of her colorful spring dress. ] What a mess... [ And what a damper on what was supposed to be a light evening of fun. ]

((OOC: Consider the DF warned of earlier shenanigans -- though the pair will not chat about it for long on the network, or give too many details. Instead, Jeanne is content with making a report tomorrow! Others are still free to discover stuff before the robots clean up. I'm not trying to step on any toes, but these two had plans. ^^;))

[A mop of green hair lurked in the shadows of the dome as he made his way from the hospital and back to PM & WV's house. The nurse bots were quick to heal the bruise on his face -- it was important to get that one out of the way; not out of vanity, if he can lessen the number of questions on his account, the better.

While the walk to the hospital seemed short as he had left while PM was gone, the road back to his temporary home felt like it had stretched out longer, suddenly wary of those who had nocturnal habits around the dome.

Would this be how a fugitive, or a wanted criminal feels like...?]


(( OOC: Ribbons is out though not for long and is open for being mocked and creeped upon~ ))

[She's a little absent-minded this morning - the events of the night before are still whirling through her thoughts, causing little thrills of excitement and nervousness which seem to wipe her mind clean the moment they hit. She manages to get up on time and get ready for her shift well enough, but after putting together her lunch, she leaves the little box on the counter and wanders out the door.

Once she arrives, she takes a moment to make a cup of tea before she begins what she hopes will be a somewhat interesting shift; not that she wants anyone to fight or get hurt, but she needs something to draw her out of her thoughts. She also looks quite different from most days: she's unusually dressed up for a simple shift, and very oddly for her, her hair is loose around her shoulders and brushed to a shine. She's even got a touch of gloss on her lips, although that's as far as she dared go with makeup.

Anyone who comes into HQ will find her dipping a teabag in and out of a mug, staring off into the distance.]

[Saya clears her throat, sounding a bit hesitant -- but then a breath, and her voice is as firm as she can make it. She thinks she filtered this to the DF and away from Conrad, but she... doesn't know how to work the thing very well.]

I was wondering if some people would be interested in training with me? I use a katana, but anyone who does hand to hand or other methods would be fine, too. Just... can anyone help me?

Oh -- Mister Kururugi? I should... tell you something. [Like about finding two boys killing each other in the dojo this morning.]

[Private to Jeanne]
...Jeanne? [pause; she hasn't actually thought about what to say...] Are you there?

[It's raining and Lelouch is being a homebody, staying indoors and playing chess with himself idly. He's been thinking about this next move for quite some time, and it seems like now is as good a time as any... He flips on the communicator, relaxing and smiling into the video.]


You know, I was just thinking. Who else made secret codes or hand gestures as children? Like a phrase that sounded innocent but meant "Let's go meet outside," or a gesture that meant "Check up on that for me."

Maybe I'm the only one who thought in such complicated terms as an eight-year-old. [chuckling] But it was fun knowing that only we would understand.


[Acumen can hear them over the network, and possibly records the content of everything it translates through video. But unspoken hand gestures and phrases that don't mean what they sound like they mean are much more difficult to uncover in surveillance, aren't they?]

[It was the rain that woke Diva up, splashing her with water and proving Orihime's words were correct as the powder from Yuri's sneak attack washed away. Staring at the paint tainted water washed down the building, Diva slowly gathered herself together. She was cold, wet, and after a full day of holi, insufferably hungry. Jumping down off the rooftop, Diva landed lightly. Lifting her dress, Diva smiled at her bare feet, pleased that even the color on her shoes was quickly fading.]

[It was as she turned towards home that she caught sight of oragne fur out of the corner of her eye. Stooping, Diva poked at it, her gaze quickly flicking over the ground and making note of the puddle of clothes a few feet away. Poking the cat again, Diva bent down and picked it up by the scruff of its neck.]

You're ugly.

[Baring her teeth, Diva laughed and then flipped on her video. Suddenly, somehow, Diva was in a good mood.]

[Video]

I've found someone's cat. You better come take him before I throw him through a window [ ♥ ]

[He'd gone to their room to make sure that they hadn't left with Kyouya, and to see that at least two of his friends were still with him although he hadn't spent much time with them at all since coming here. Now he wishes he hadn't because Hikaru and Kaoru are gone and it really makes him feel bad that they had gone from seeing each other every day to once in a while.

Still, he knows a lot of people here liked them and he's not sure who knows so just as he did for Kyouya he feels that it is his job to inform those who might care.]

It seems Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin have gone home together.

[See pony. See pony pace back and forth around Sector 0, looking like she's about to wear a hole in the floor.]

Oh... I just... I can't take this anymore!

[Rummaging through EVERYTHING is go.]

A needle! Some thread! I'll make a doll dress out of a napkin! I have to create something!

[Stir crazy? In Big Mac's words, 'eeeeeyup'.]

[Her conversation with Minako the day before taught her something: two worlds can be very, very similar, with only a single difference. That got her thinking about a question she's had for a long time, and only made her more determined to find out the truth. Did anyone else go through what they did? Is there someone else here from a world with the game?]

Um, excuse me... this question might seem weird to people who don't know what I'm talking about, but there is a reason for it.

Does anyone here come from a world with... giant robots?

Hey -- hello? What is this? [she looks around, confused] I was right in the middle of something very important! [she picks up the pamphlet nearby, and starts to read is as quick as she can] This isn't a very good -- prison? But I just did this already! [unintelligible sound of OUTRAGE] And just who are you calling a threat to humanity!? [frantically reading the pamphlet as she speaks. not good not good.

this is. well. she snaps her attention back to the camera, eyes narrow] You can't keep me here! I've escaped from one of these before, y'know, and it was underground that time! [she sticks her tongue out. JUST YOU WAIT, ACUMEN, SHE'LL SHOW YOU.

well, maybe later. she's run out of steam. she screws the paper up and chucks the stupid thing behind her, before she sinks to the ground, head down to her knees and her hands tangled in her hair. defeated for the moment] ...I could really do with a hug right now.

[ Josak hadn't arrived last night which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that he wasn't home by the morning to make breakfast or that Wolfram couldn't locate him via the communicator- usually, Josak would answer right away.

The full demon tried visiting the bar, the redhead's boutique, their shared apartment, yet the spy was nowhere to be seen.

After a few moments of hesitation, the blond manages to remember button clicks needed to make a voice post on the network. ] Has anyone seen Josak?