If this is what it means to be imprisoned for criminal activities, aren't we a lucky bunch? Granted, the last two days was a bit of a buzzkill, but now that I'm one iron ball chain lighter... Seriously? Comfy rooms, endless entertainment, free food and drinks?

Not exactly anything to complain about. [ The lack of a familiar face around here though kind of really sucks. Damon's also worried about Elena back home (and he has no idea what to think about that whole 'he's been replaced by another version of himself' nonsense), but since there's no getting out of the facility anytime soon, he might as well get to know his fellow inmates -- see if anyone strikes him as interesting or worthwhile enough to get to know. ]

Or am I missing something? What's the catch?

[Allen and Link (the person) are, of course, incapable of sequestering themselves in their apartment for the day just because of some obnoxious robots. They have Link (the dog) to walk, Timcanpy (the golem) to keep from flirting with pretty girls, and lots and lots of food to eat.]

[Find them in the place of your choosing! And then kiss them.]


((You will be threading with both of them, but indicate if you want to kiss Allen, Link, or both in your subject line! ...Boths will be one after the other, not simultaneous.))

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[Static crackles over the network for a moment as the new arrival tampers with her communicator, trying to figure out how this wacky future technology works. It doesn’t take too long before a clear, confident voice rings out.]

Hello, am I addressing the other prisoners here? My name is Lenalee, and I’m searching for some answers.

[ tired sound, followed by a "mrf" ]

Always manage t'forget how loud it is on newbie days. [ sound of rustling pages; mildly ] Someday I'll learn to turn the damn communicator off.

[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]

Good morning, Marina. My name is Michiru Kaiou. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in violin lessons. I played professionally at home and would like to offer my expertise if someone is interested in learning.

[Michiru will be in one of the practice rooms if someone should happen by, using the opportunity to tune her violin and get some practicing in]

--back, Lee! [The network suddenly is greet with the loud clacking of something hitting the ground. There's someone breathing heavily and the sound of light growling.]

Lee, please, just--[Miranda lets out quiet noise--whimper? moan?--and then a deep breath]--Please. N-Now really isn't the time... Give th-that back?

[A muted vuul-vuul is her response. It would appear "Lee" doesn't feel like listening at the moment. There's movement, another soft sound that is almost definitely a whimper.] Give me that!

[There's the sound of a struggle, harsh breathing and growling and then the video cuts on, showing the ceiling as the communicator is jerked back and forth, the light fur of the vulpix's chest visible to the side. With a final tug it's ripped away and Lee lets out a whine of disapproval, but Miranda is suddenly in view, her face pinched in pain and hair everywhere. It looks like she's at her apartment complex but all that's visible is the stairwell behind her. Lee's prolonged whine sounds more like one of worry than annoyance. Miranda doesn't appear to be getting up anytime soon.]

{OOC: Someone fell down the wet stairs at her apartment complex and broke her leg.}

Hey. [Always weird starting these.] So, the Devil's Compass has a pool table now if anyone is interested. There's a dart board too, [Thinking] and we still have drinks. It's the only place outside of the club you can get alcohol.

Sasha is here tonight too, so we've got pizzas, quiche, and pie. ["Pie" might have come out slightly sighed.] So, stop in. [Should he say bye? Awkward pause. Click.]

(OOC: It's a mingle! If you want to reply directly to the video you can. Please use Sam's comment, because I'm turning off comments!)

[Lavender eyes open slowly, and it doesn't take the person they belong to too long to realize that the current surroundings are unknown; this is certainly not the church Crona had been in last thing zie remembers, and instead zie's outside somewhere unfamiliar] Eh... Where am I? [Crona huddles into a ball, feeling cold, gazing with fright at the sight of the ball and chain on zir ankle before yelping when the communicator on zir head – which zie hadn't noticed until right then – turns on and begins explaining everything]

Is this... a prison? I-I don't know how to deal with that... [Crona stays huddled there for what seems like quite a while before Ragnarok decides to show himself (or maybe it was only then that he was able to, he looks weaker and smaller...) as he appears from Crona's back] Stupid Crona! Stop being lazy and start trying to get us out of here! [The small black and white figure uses his fists to hit the other over the head a few times, jostling zir and causing the video recorder to turn on purposefully, though Crona is oblivious to it] W-What am I supposed t-to do..?

Get someone to tell you how to leave! [Ragnarok looks angry and Crona shrinks away from him, though it's futile since he's a part of zir body. Zie decides to hide zir head in zir arms. Anyone watching through the video feed would probably only currently see a rather odd looking black, with a little bit of white, shape with a blur of pink on top, because Crona is still 'hiding' in what appears to be an alley between two buildings. Ragnarok is behind zir, not visible at the moment] I d-don't like this...

((OOC EDIT: Please take a look at this if you are confused by my now and future use of genderless pronouns!))

[Graham's expression is serious, and understandably so. There's quite a lot to think about right now, and a lot to take in.]

To any comrades of mine who may have been brought alongside me here: this is Captain Graham Aker. I ask that you contact me as soon as possible.

[He would have ended this post right there, but he's been struck with another thought.]

To anyone else who may be listening... Do you accept this place as your rightful punishment? Or have you been wrongly imprisoned?

Would you say this is adequate justice?

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Orihime: a letter from Alucard.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To Yuta Takizawa, Alma Karma, Ava Wilson, Sakura Kinomoto, Wayward Vagabond, Jennifer Shibuya, and Rogue: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Kohran Li: a package from Kunihiko Moji.
  
• Kamui Shirou: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).

[It's a strange day. The post office, in the morning, was empty, still, and quiet.]

[When at last came the staff to operate and deliver the mail, PM was entirely absent. And again, during the late afternoon route, no PM.]

[The volunteers bustle about, though, making sure that the day's mail is delivered despite her self-imposed, day-long vacation at home. Not that it is much of a vacation to her. Still, she is not entirely missing, as she converses with her volunteers on the network, in private channels and in brief exchanges.]

[Volunteers on duty will be linked in this post if they want to have open action threads!

Duo Maxwell
Miranda]

[Again, sorry for my fail in not sending these out last week, orz. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 142 go here!]

[The video opens to some frantic clinking. Komui's in the shelter kitchen, desperately fiddling with a coffee maker.]

Anyone know how to get this thing working? It's broken or something. [ -- it isn't. And yes, he knows there's a coffee shop, but it's not the same. Also, it's entirely possible that he hasn't slept in two days.] Lenalee told me to take down my coffee Komurin and --

[and he can't even finish that sentence. Why's he crying over coffee? Anyone who knows him at all will probably guess what's going on: Lenalee's vanished. Again.]

[Some people may not notice anything. Others may hear the sound of small feet, but not see where they came from. Turn your head too fast and you might just see the tiny figure quickly dodging into the shadows of a building, wild hair all over and pants far too big being held up by a long white ribbon. It's chilly, but she's not wearing shoes.

Some may recognize the hair--or the clothes--but she doesn't recognize anyone. Miranda just wants to go home, but she's too afraid to ask any of the strange adults for help.]

[ It wasn't his usual morning for taking breakfast in the shelter, but the meteor last night had distracted him. It had been worth it though. Sliding into a seat at the shelter, Hei glances idly at the counter and the bowl of candy resting on top. ]

Halloween again?

[ He idly pulls a piece of candy out of the bowl while he waits for the bot to finish his order for half a dozen omelets. It's a gradual change though, as he slowly shrinks down in size, gaining speed as Hei continues to pick at the bowl of candy. And then his network device falls and Hei almost looses his balance on the stool.

It's when he picks up his device however, that his now clumsy fingers manage to press the video button, opening up a channel for everyone to see. Please don't mind Hei's slight disarray. His shirt is nearly big enough to cover all of him now.

How awkward.

Clearing his throat, Hei stares down at the activated video screen and glances back up to the counter now somehow looking far out of his reach. ]

Something's wrong here.

[ understatement ]

((ooc: Hei's only affected by the age down curse! Please assume that Hei looks about ten years old from here on out /o/ ))

[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

( And about a half-hour after dark... )

Wait tomorrow's Halloween? Already?! Geez, I will never get used to how holidays fly by around here. If Halloween's coming up then that means - [LONG PAUSE]

...That means I'm nineteen now! [and instead of the happy face of a birthday girl, she looks mostly horrified.] I aged in prison! All this time's gone by and I didn't even notice...! How did I not notice my own birthday?!

[hands on her head] I can't believe I've been here for this long...

[good evening, Marina! As the artificial sun cruises on towards the artificial horizon and the shadows begin to lengthen, someone has finally finished setting up a small table outside of a lovely home in Sector 4. On the table, several different kinds of autumn vegetables, including beets, carrots, turnips, and and cabbage, are carefully arranged. The garden, seen behind the table, takes up what was once the large front lawn of the house. Around the base of the table sit a collection of ripe, orange pumpkins (of course).]

[WV is standing behind the table, wearing a beaming smile despite his arm still bandaged in its sling. He addresses the communicator:]

Greetings, fellow denizens of this prison! My garden was first begun and subsequently tended to in an effort to lead a more self-sufficient existence. I trust that you will all be inspired by its successful Earth cool-season yield. Please, do visit and admire the vegetables, and select some to consume in your homes.

[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]


(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))
 

[VOICE.]
Tell me, how often do people disappear? Have the numbers shown any increase over time?

[ACTION.]
[Asch has been pacing back and forth going for a walk in Sector 6 for the better part of a half hour, regarding strangers in silence and eying bots warily as they pass him by. On the one hand, he'd like nothing better than to give them (the bots) a piece of his mind, while on the other he realizes the futility of the situation. Better stuck in a cage with room to move than to be stuck in a cage and weighted to the spot.]

[Looks like he's doing absolutely nothing? Well, that's not entirely the case. He's been watching for who goes in and out of the training hall and waiting for a time when the building's largely vacant. After all, what he's about to attempt is pretty stupid dangerous.]

[OOC: Open to all. And maybe slightly backdated to afternoon/early evening?]