Oh.







Shit.

[ look at this cute little guy, tinkering his way to your eyeballs with his newly-acquired, newly-fangled doo-hickey. he clearly has no fucking idea what he's doing or that you can even see him and his elaborate flail routine. all this muttering that you may think is addressed to you is actually addressed to himself. and the more and more he talks, the more and more you get the feeling that he's about to implode out of nerves. ]

This is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is shit. I've never gone prison-bad, I don't suit prison, look at my face, not even really fancy ones like this, I can't keep hold of the soap at the best of times, how can A-cumin expect me to deal with this and this stupid ball and its stupid chain friend.

Man. Sis'd be so disappointed in me.

[action]
( You're not supposed to have blue hair. )

[video]

[Have a Mokou at a kitchen table, with a mug of coffee (or something steaming, anyways) in her hand, that appears to be untouched. She's face-planting into the Formica, and frankly sounds a little defeated.]

So. Did anyone else have a really fucking horrifying dream last night? And I don't mean exclusively bodily horrors...

Jesus Christ.

Like...some electric-powered ninja was chasing me, and there was a tiny little girl with a gun...

[She bangs her head against the table.]

(  [Scene 5 | The Future | Open]  )

(  [Scene 6 | The End | Closed]  )

((ooc: Scene 5 is open to all, but with just one restriction - your character will be aged up by 40 years to fit into this scenariol, with the exception of immortals.

Scene 6 is closed to only Lambdadelta and Mokou))

(  [Scene 3 | The Mistake | Open]  )

(  [Scene 4 | 'Peace' | Closed]  )

((ooc: Gore warning. Scene 3 involves Minako's death, and resurrection. Final part will be coming up on June 1st.

Scene 3 is open to all, while Scene 4 is open only to Nakama.

P.S.: Maddie?~ 'Mako-chan' is supposed to signify that they've grown much closer since then~ Hope this is alright!))

#1 - The Cage // Open
( Only you can ease my loneliness. )


#2 - Having Fun Yet? // Semi-open
( Is a murder a murder if it is forever lost in history? )


((OOC: First one is completely open. Second one is open to those she has a fairly good amount of CR with. Second one--minor gore warning. Or medium gore warning. Point is there will be a bloody corpse chasing Mokou (and YOUUU, if you choose to intervene) around.))

( The Hands. )

***

( The Return. )

(  [Scene 1 | The 'Gift' | Semi-Open]  )

(  [Scene 2 | The Accident | Open]  )

((ooc: there will be another 4 dream sequences for Minako, but they will not necessarily take up a post each - probably just another 1 post.

Both scenes are especially open to Mokou and Lambdadelta, but any other people who might be able to dream of living under the same roof as Minako could do so! Namely Nakama, castmates, and just about anyone else she's met while she's here, maybe.

Scene 2 is open to anyone and everyone. It will eventually end with Minako being knocked off the building and onto the ground below, nonetheless.

Scene 3 will be open only to participants from Scene 2 + a few friends of Minako that might have heard of her demise from the participants of Scene 2, and will be added on to this post itself, once Scene 2 has been concluded.))

[It's Iwatodai's Moonlight Bride, the middle of the Dark Hour. The sky is green, the water below - blood? No, but it certainly gives that impression.

Walk up a little and you'll see someone you've never seen before. Thanatos looks from the bridge's edge into the water, and has done so for the past several hours. He's floating rather than standing, the sound of his breath laboured and heavy.

And, if you care to look down? Ryoji stares back from the rippling red water, standing in Thanatos's stead.]

[The first thing that's noticeable upon entering Souji's dream is music -- faint, as if heard from a considerable distance, through a wall, or perhaps just via a covered speaker -- seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. The music drifts through the blue-hued room that will, to those that are familiar with such, be immediately recognizable as the passenger area of a limousine, complete with long comfy seats, a fully stocked liquor cabinet, cool lighting, and curtains.]

[A variety of odd and interesting sights -- such as a foggy town, the interior of a school, and the innermost reaches of an oddly pixelized dungeon -- can be seen passing by outside, periodically obscured by grey, white, blue, and purple fog before being replaced by the sight of somewhere else entirely. The limousine itself is odd in its own right -- from moment to moment it seems to fluctuate between being standard size, to long enough to seat well more than a hundred, to the length of a stretch limo, and so on.]

[The particularly observant might note the unseen presence of other entities in the car -- sometimes as few as one or two others, sometimes as many as a dozen at once. All but one of the many seats will seem to be occupied by said hidden presences, if one tries to approach them. As far as seen presences go, the driver's odd helmet can be periodically glimpsed between the curtains dividing the driver's and passengers' sections, but the only other person in the passenger area is Souji himself.]

[He's dressed a little oddly (additional reference!). He wears a high-collared coat and slacks, both of them dark, and an ascot at his throat. A variety of metallic objects laid out alongside him -- including a helmet identical to the driver's -- most of them resembling armor in some form. Indeed, Souji doesn't seem to be wearing any metal on him whatsoever, and though an odd sword is still laid across his lap he's clearly relaxed and at ease.]

[And understandably so! The seating is comfortable, the temperature is perfect, the music is relaxing -- there's even two drinks sitting on a small, hard-topped armrest in between Souji and the only free seat. One for him, and one for any visitors.]

[So. Care to join him?]

[It's in the morning when Ryoji's memories widen, the inrushing causing his hands to go numb and his posture to crumple.]

--ten years ago... [his voice caught between shock and crippling despair, words taut with it.]


( voice; filtered to Mitsuru. )


((OOC: Ryoji's been canon updated to December 2nd, thus making him post-reveal for those who are familiar with Persona 3.))

[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. ))

[Aerith is in the arcade. Her basket of flowers has been set aside - for the time being - and she seems to be focused on one of the games.]

Stop moving~! [She pouts and a high-pitched beep resounds from the machine.] That's not fair. [Sighing, the flower-girl meanders over to an empty booth. Plopping down on the cushion, she smiles at her recorder.]

Is anyone good at games? I never got to play them much, but I think I'm getting better. [Her green eyes sparkle mischievously.] Maybe we can have tournaments~!

[feed turns on to reveal Minako. She appears to be cheerful enough, though something seems just a little off...]

Hey there, Marina. This is Minako again.

Has anyone lost track of a friend recently? I'll be compiling a list of people who have disappeared from the dome soon. It will be posted up in the common area of the Shelter, and I'll keep it updated once every two days once I finish up with the first list.

Please, just drop me a message with the name of your missing friend, and the last time you've seen him or her. Thank you.

[with that, the feed seems to have ended-- at least, for the majority of the viewers of this post.]

( Filtered to S.E.E.S. members and Ryoji )

[ Suzaku has been yawning all this morning, ever since he woke up a little late. he's honestly looking a bit rundown, but he's still going strong...!

feel free to run into him early in the morning, at the athletic complex, where he swims a ridiculous number of laps before heading off to Defense Force HQ. he'll then pop home for lunch and come back for the afternoon... ]


((ooc: As everyone's doubtlessly noticed, this post is slowed down significantly by participation in a certain meme. DON'T WORRY, I will totally get to everyone here. ♥))

[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.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 114th day of the third generation. Today will be warm and clear.

The ice skating rink in Sector 6 has been fitted with some modifications. As of today, the rink can be used for both ice skates and wheel-based skates. The modifications can be activated by a switch in the rink, and is accompanied by instructions. Please only use the appropriate equipment on each.

I've been wondering for a bit, but did anyone actually compose a list of people that has gone missing? [she remembers hearing something about it from a somewhat familiar voice (Hermione)] I've been meaning to find out if a friend of mine has left the dome or not.

Please get back to me. Thank you.

[ 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 )

[Aerith is kneeling when the video turns on. She looks confused, her brow furrowed faintly.]

This...isn't the Temple. [She unclasps her hands and rises, slowly, to her feet.] Hello? [Turning in a circle, she takes in her surroundings bit by bit.] ...Cloud? Did you follow me?

[It seems unlikely that Cloud would have relocated her without her knowing, but how else could this be explained?]

Hmmm... [She notices the device watching her and bends down, picking it up.] My name is Aerith Gainsborough. Can anyone hear me?