[A certain returned spirit medium appears via video at the Training Hall, though something is a little off about her. Specifically, she looks rather unsteady, but nevertheless smiles at the camera as if nothing is wrong.

Nothing is wrong, after all, other than this mysterious migraine that just started out of nowhere.]

Um, has anyone seen Missile hiding around? I tried looking for her for a while, but whatever she's hiding as, she isn't reacting, and I haven't found two of anything yet...

[There's a brief pause, though she leaves the message public still.]

Oh, and sorry, Jennifer, but I don't think I can make the picnic today... Something's come up. It's nothing big, don't worry.

[Shortly after finishing this, Maya winces quite visibly, even through the smile, though that sinks a bit as her eyes go wide at something unseen and not in the direction of the camera.]

Mother...?

[Looking back up at the camera, Maya blinks in confusion, forces a smile again, and reaches for the buttons on the side of her communicator.] Oh, um, talk to you later... [The video quickly winks out.]

((OOC: She's been canon updated through the end of the third game.))

[ Dream Option 1: Open ]

Where the fuck did this fog come from! [ Fou tripped over a tree root and landed her on hands and knees, biting her lip. Kicking the root for good measure, she looked over her shoulder before finally pulling herself up against the nearest tree trunk. She really couldn't see much at all :| ]

Whatever. The fog has to end sometime. [ Sulking, Fou took another tentative step forward, keeping her hands spread out wide. But that doesn't help the next time she trips over something. Something soft, something weak. Something… that looked like a human body. Biting her knuckle, Fou scrambled for a pulse. There was none.

Swearing, she traced her fingers over the bone structure, trying to paint a mental picture, but that was a vain endeavor as the fog lifted just enough for her to make out Wong's features. Dear, kind, compassionate Wong… dead.

Sobbing, Fou got back to her feet, stumbling further into the fog, picking out the lumps of tattered flesh and mangled bodies. All strewn out in front of her. Wong, Roufa, Jerry, everyone. All there. Picking up her pace, Fou ran, searching for her friends, her loved ones… For Bak. ]

((ooc: Feel free to come in however you please be it a random run-in or a corpse coming back to life. I'm good with anything.))

[ Dream Option 2: Open ]

You stupid, fucking pot! I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't stop being a pain in the butt! [ Fou kicked the black metal and hopped on one foot, cursing. She'd been at washing duty for several hours already but this, this just took the cake. Mumbling, Fou got back down on her hands and knees, crawling into the confined space and got to scrubbing. Somehow, someway, that pot was coming clean! ]

((ooc: I know I had three options up originally, but after sitting down and really thinking about it, I couldn't come up with an easy way to incorporate story-telling time. Nor did I have the time myself to look up some Chinese folk tales/stories either so I had to let it go. Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to that!))

(( OOC: It’s a mystery game! You join Sherlock in one of his former cases, which he is reliving and has conveniently forgotten the details of. The storyline can be influenced by your character, or you can just be along for the ride/social aspect!

It is assumed that you will be Sherlock’s assistant, but minor roles are open for villains who wish to join in. Please PM/IM if the villain role is your intention and I will see if I can’t fit you in. Interested? Read on! Everyone should realize I’m very wordy by now.

The ‘Semi-Open’ case is first come, first serve. If you see someone replying to that case, PM me to see if you can’t be worked in as well. ))


( Premise and Warnings )


( Case One - Closed )



( Case Two - Closed )
( Case Three - Closed )
( Case Four - Semi-Open )

( Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Should I Break You Before You Fall? )

{OOC: This is Alma's world. The mirrors will show each person a part of themselves, whether it be one they know or one they've never seen before. Feel free to do damage to the room! Alma sure is. Event-style threadjacking is allowed as long as permission was asked for first, and your character does not see what other characters see in the mirrors or pools unless the player(s) say so. Also be warned: Violent and disturbing content is possible in these threads.}

[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.]

Good evening, Marina.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. Some of you may recall that I conducted a brief survey about the prison's criminal record. As promised, I am broadcasting the results. Those of you that have asked for the actual documentation will have already received it, or else it is in en route by post.

The sample size was fourty-two individuals, including myself. Answers were only drawn from thirty-eight, as many refused or otherwise did not give me complete information for tally. Four of you - that is nearly ten percent - did your best to have your fun with me.

( Long Data Inside )

[ One can hear the occasional twang throughout this delivery. He's toying with his violin, idly tuning the instrument. Sherlock does not love anything, but this is as good, in some ways, as a drug when it comes to pacifying him. ]

I am open now for intelligent discussion regarding the results. You may also request a copy of the documentation of this survey - if this is the case, you may be asked to pick it up yourself. This is at my discretion, as I have received one death threat and most instances of confrontation are arduous to me. Provide your name if you want the documents by post.

(( OOC: Sherlock is lounging in the library. If you're there at the time, you can see him chattering into the communicator and plucking at the violin. He's only broadcasting his voice right now, but any media of response is welcome.

Results may be remedied as time passes. I was a derp and forgot to have him ask this or that to complete everything. ))

[Anyone who looks toward Sector 0 might find something is different today. Maybe it's that the tower has been freshly cleaned, or that the clock is a little off, who knows? Or maybe it's that young person swing around it like a May Pole on bright gold rope.

Oh, did someone think that was rope? No, that's her hair. She is having the time of her life though, so don't distract her...not too much, anyway.]

Woooohooooo! This is so much fun!

[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]

[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]

Good evening, Marina Asylum.

Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.

( Marina's Criminal Survey )

[ she's in the education center, plunking around on the piano -- dammit, Marianne -- and trying very hard not to play anything that sounds nice. she has one of the flowers from home tucked into her hair.

during a break in her playing, she turns her communicator on and asks: ]

Can we have pizza for dinner? [ "private" settings? what are those? ]

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[After his morning workout, Ciaphas Cain changed into some civvies and ended up in the one place he has never been before: the pet cafe. Seated on a bench, he stares blankly out a window as the animals frolic around his feet with an unsettling brand of cuteness.]

[Getting the kid a pet seemed to be the best way to divert some of his attention away from breaking into Cain's room to sleep/cry on his bed, among other entirely unsavory activities. The trouble was going to be finding one that the sea troll would find appropriate, and he had a feeling Eridan was going to be extremely picky. Cain taps his mechanical fingers on his thigh and avoids eye contact with the animals. Especially the technicolor pokemon. He couldn't get out of here soon enough.]

[the video feed clicks on to show what looks like a very determined, disgruntled individual. He's frowning at the screen, before he opens his mouth, letting out a loud, resounding--]

Objection! What evidence do you have that I committed any of these crimes? I don't remember being properly charged or a proper trial taking place! You-- you can't just ignore procedure and-- anyway, a life sentence for those crimes? That's ridiculous!

--and I don't even have children! [he sounds almost plaintive; some could say... whiny? for the final sentence.]

--I demand a retrial!

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Peregrine Mendicant: a letter from John Egbert.
  
• Nunnally: a letter from Alma.
  
• Miles Edgeworth: a letter from Jennifer.
  
• Lenalee: a letter from Nakama.
  
• Ken: a letter from Nakama.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Click to read! ): packages from Subaru Sumeragi.
  
• To Lots of People (see Neil's comment): birthday party invitations from Neil Dylandy.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Wayward Vagabond: a package from Josak.
  
• Euphemia: flowers from Ken.

[Such a busy day in the world of mail. PM, of course, loves and prefers it this way. Since the load is a tad heavy for PM to do on her own in a timely fashion, Nakama has come to help. Either one of them can be found going all about the dome like busy little mail bees.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 109 go here!]

Hey, can someone help me out?

[The feed pans back to show Ryoji, standing in one spot. Nothing seems amiss at first but there is a bit of a very odd sigil peeking out from the floor beneath his feet, where Lightning Eater has anxiously nudged back the carpeting.]

I can't move from this spot, and I'm not really sure why.



((OOC: Ryoji's been trapped by a Devil's Trap set up by the Supernatural boys/TFW! He currently doesn't know it's there, but anyone else is welcome to see it and point it out to him. The only options are for a) someone to mess with the seal or b) him to be ... sent back to hell. Obviously, I prefer the first one.))

Rolling blackouts? Hah! [ She giggles, and it's a sinister sound. ] That's no fun~

Why not go with the prison-wide blackouts again? Those were the best! [ Raptors included. They were at least a challenge. ]

Hey~~~ Who wants to play a game? [ You don't. You really really don't. ] Someone tried to tell me about about 'Catacombs and Wyverns'. Anyone know anything about that? Looks like he chickened out~ [ You can hear her breaking heart. ♥ ]

(ooc: She means Dungeons and Dragons, but of course we can't call it that. >.>)

If anyone would like to join me for dinner, I made too much! [she laughs a little; it has a tendency to happen.] Lloyd won't eat it all, and I'd hate to let it go to waste! I'm in the shelter.

[Cecile has made dinner in the shelter! It looks innocuous enough... And she's made more than enough for one! Would you look some? The smell is a mite strange, but it certainly looks delicious! There's a shrimp pasta, fresh baked bread rolls, and a chocolate cake for dessert!

...of course, the shrimp pasta is filled with strawberry jam and one of the main seasonings is cayenne pepper, the bread has wasabi and soy sauce baked into it, and the chocolate cake has pickled plums strewn casually into the mix.

Eat up!]

[He's found a place to sit on the beach where he doesn't have to touch the sand, a cup of tea in his hand as he watches the waves of the ocean. The dolphins in particular have caught his attention. He wonders if there are fish in the water, or if they're merely fed. One way or another, they're just as trapped as the people here.]

So this is where we'll live out the rest of our days. Ironic how benevolent our warden seems to be with our lifestyles, considering. [some prison.]

[He takes a mild sip of his tea. It's weak, and he doesn't care much for it, but he'll settle for just about anything right now. The dark circles under his eyes and the haggard, worn state of his appearance suggests that he hasn't slept much at all. Too busy reviewing trial tapes, most likely. He's feeling rather despondent about the whole thing.]

Would you do it all over again, if you could? [absently]

[It's once again Steel Samurai night at the cinema.

Maya has reserved a big screen for this showing once again, and there are plenty of snacks like the last time.

The second six episodes of the series are showing tonight. But even if you didn't watch the first six, the story's basic plot is given at the beginning of each episode anyway.

Expect a night of one-liners, cheesy/hammy dialogue, and other common tokusatsu show tropes.]

((OOC: Assume Maya made a public announcement this morning, because I got distracted and forgot to put it up earlier.

Event-style threading, like the last time. Just make sure to give some context for when in the showing it is.))

Good evening, my fellow deviants!

Is there anyone around here easily amused by menial tasks? For some reason, I have a surplus of those.

Naturally, the only compensation would be your own satisfaction. It seems Acumen doesn't believe in offering research budgets.

[ Hermione has never been great with stress, and it shows. The exam-period look about her has only been exacerbated with the artificial sun and pens and mini-Harry and his tiny, green voice. Hermione is tired, but her eyes are still glaring determination. Though, they'd be glaring anyway. Hermione has never been great with stress, and it shows.

So she's retreated, as will be visible, to the greatest sanctuary Marina has to offer her: the library. Added bonus, she won't have the nerve to snap at people in it. ]

I don't know if this little event serves as a distraction or a compensation for yesterday. [ her pen fits neatly in the indent of her bottom lip, and she's less scornful. ] Valentines day. Honestly.

Oh, Edgeworth. I hope your chat went better than mine. [ With that, the feed blacks out. She slots her forehead back in to her hand and goes back to writing ]