[ Diva turns on the feed, covers bunched around her waist and hair disheveled. No worries. She's dressed. She just liked the warmth of her covers. Pressing her cheek against a sword sheath, she nearly purrs ]

It seems someone lost their sword. It wouldn't happen to be yours would it? You really shouldn't leave things lying around. Someone might just take it.

((ooc: Conrad stole Saya's sword while at the prom in order to make amends with Diva. She's clearly trolling Saya, but feel free to claim the weapon as yours or even recognize it and demand she give it back to Saya. Pretty much anything goes! ))

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Hokuto Sumeragi: a package from Ribbons Almark.
  
• Miwako Sakurada: a package from Ribbons Almark.

[PM didn't get to talk about the mail quite as much as she'd hoped while at the prom, so she will just have to make up for it today. That and it is time to begin thinking about winter postal uniforms. The chill may not bother her too much, but she respects that her volunteers may have chilly legs.]

[She will have to check in with others for fashion advice. Winter is still not a season she's entirely used to. So many reasons to try and chat with people today!]

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[ As all things go, things must come to an end.

It had been a very long evening for everyone, and also for both Ribbons and Jeanne. Even if the attendees have long gone, the two main organizers have stayed behind just to oversee the bots cleaning up the place.

Ribbons picked up his jacket from the back of a chair just as a bot wheeled by to collect it. And just before another one picked up a flower arrangement from the table, he took a lily as some kind of souvenir.

It is a very memorable evening, as far as he is concerned, in more ways than one... ]
 

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[ Thanks to Acumen's intervention, there is now a stage set up in one of the bigger parks in Sector 4. Volunteers and bots are bustling about making sure everything's in place and are helping spectators to their seats. Talents are backstage, making sure their costumes are alright, voices warmed up, instruments properly tuned and strung.

Please make yourselves comfortable, gentlepersons and gentlecreatures, as you all celebrate a night of music and laughter at the Marina Talent Show.

The night is not quite over as refreshments are also provided, and the equipment are still available for use, should you be inspired to pic up the mic for some prose or song, or dance to the lingering music~ ]

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OOC Guidelines :
Tag in with your character with any of the following headers (sample post here) --

[ Performance ] - for performers so as critics and fans can tag with their appreciation.
[ Open Mic ] - optional for non-performers and set after the show; have some poetry reading? Sing a song? Bit of a dance?
[ Audience ] - talking with your seatmate? Keep it down though~
[ Mingling ] - hanging out with others pre- or post-show! Give a friend a pre-show pep-talk! Help out someone who spilled soda on themselves, etc.~

Mingle post! Have fun! And some music for mood~

[Have a very surprised Guardian over the communicator. She's definitely alarmed, perhaps more than she was the first time. Only a moment ago in her mind, she was at the Education Center and now she finds herself in the park, not knowing how she got there or why she is suddenly restrained]

This... this isn't where I was before. I was just somewhere else... And now I have this restraint. I thought I was supposed to be going home.

What is going on here? Can someone tell me what happened?

[ooc: Michiru is returning from 4th wall so she doesn't realize anytime has passed since she was last her]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Nakama: a letter from the Wayward Vagabond.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone: an invitation to the Marina Academy Promenade.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Sasha & Buffy

[There is something different, today.]

[The intrepid mail lady moves through the dome at high speed, working to deliver each and every bit of mail entrusted to her care. For today, PM travels upon MISS IRIS RAINBOWROAD, her brand new mail trike! It is unpainted for now, but PM doesn't even care. She's having a blast.]

[And, for once when it comes to these things, she is not responsible for the vehicle's name.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 131 go here!]

----- [ Action/Closed ] -----

[ Just less than a day before the Talent Show and right after comes the prom. The invites have been delivered to the Post Office first thing that morning -- that was the first order of the day. The second one was to look for something matching to wear with Hiling.

The third, he was somewhat expecting, but is always a pleasant surprise. He thinks he does owe Jeanne the favor of helping her choose something as well, after him asking her to pick a tie for him... ]


----- [ Voice/Open ] -----

Good day, Marina.

I would like to inquire as to who is now taking care of Trés Magnifique -- the fashion boutique opened by Josak Guerrière, as I will be requesting for a bit of help with regards to clothing alterations.

Thank you most kindly for your time.
 

MASS MAILERS

• To Everyone: an invitation from Kohran Li.

[Today's route is largely dedicated to the important duty of spreading word about Kohran's talent show! She used it as a chance to show a volunteer or two how to sort for these days, and decided to send Ribbons with a hearty stack of them, since he clearly needs the work.]

[Either of them can be found walking the route today! Alas, PM could not convince Ribbons to wear the uniform miniskirt.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 130 go here!]

[ Closed ]
[ The Engineer's prank had been distracting and admittedly overwhelming, and thus Dance Classes were not held as planned. However, there were things to prepare for, and having a word with his twin during this time is quite apt. ]


[ Open ]
[ After dancing, Ribbons decides to take a seat on the bleachers of the Open Field, a sealed container of apple slices atop his lap, and absently watching those who may be there for a game or a jog or whatever else.

He thinks about the people who had come from home, like ghosts from the past coming to haunt him. Is this how the path to repentance looks like? ]


[ Voice/Private to Euphie ]
[ It has been a while since they last spoke -- he barely remembers anymore -- but now that they will be working together for the upcoming Promenade, he opens a call. ]

Good day to you, Euphie. Do you have a few moments to spare?


(( OOC: A wild Ribbons appears! Come snap him out of his reverie? :3c This post can also be for any network calls in the case anyone needs to reach him. ))

[One never knows when they may be caught, particularly when they lead a pirate's life. And even one such as Emeraldas, who can command fear with her name and whispers of her deeds, is only human in the end. And ever human must fall at some point, no matter what their strength.

So Emeraldas had dealt with this imprisonment with ample grace and little complaint, after a preliminary scuffle with guards and such at the start. Now that that had been dealt with, she had taken her time wandering this oddly plush prison and finally paused a moment to look over the communicator device given to her.

There was one aspect that weighed heavily on her mind. Aside from the idea of prison, of being underwater or any other one of the myriads of details.]

What has been done with my ship.


[OOC: Emeraldas, hailing from the OVA series Queen Emeraldas and a hodge-podge of other series. Here's some info.]

...A prison? This has to be a joke.

This isn't the airport or even the place where I was headed to--

This is so not good at all! This is a disaster. This wasn't how things were supposed to go-- if this is a kidnapping, you've definitely got the wrong person! Do you even know who I am?!

[She just stomps her foot, in frustation] Ahhh. What am I going to do? Even my cellphone doesn't work...wait, what's this--

[Well someone now takes notice of the device. She presses some random buttons while trying to figure out how to use it. She figures it's worth a try to call for help-- well, if it it did work, unlike her cellphone]

Hello?! Is this thing even on? Can anyone hear me? Saji?! ...Anyone?!

If anyone heard that, and knows their way out of this place, just...someone please help me! I need to find the quickest way out of this place and fast.

[ooc; ...yeah she's totally being loud/dramatic on purpose :< ]

"Prison."

[ The word is said with a tone of wariness and humor. Chuckles. There were far worse fates a mechanic-engineer working for a "terrorist organization" can meet. ]

A "life sentence." I don't think you'd get much out of me at this point, even if I still am bursting with youthful energy.

So! Any recommendations on how to pass the time?


(( OOC: Ian Vashti of Gundam 00, Season One with AU leanings~ ))

[ The young pink-haired woman on camera has had time to get her thoughts in order and her emotions masked away. It's obvious she was far from home, without backup, and had no ready intelligence on where an escape option might lie. The device she was provided with was likely bugged, and hacking the interface was a timely process.

Why she was not restrained, or stuffed in a cell, or standing with armed guards anywhere nearby was a mystery to her. One thing was clear: she was not the only one here, and someone was bound to be listening. ]

I am Amaia Kepler, of Celestial Being. [ Words that, hopefully, carry the proper weight with them. Green eyes stare calmly ahead, presumably at whomever is responsible for her incarceration. ] I know why I have been imprisoned, and you understand the consequences.

[ Tough talk for a tiny girl, right? Don't let her pink hair and magenta uniform fool you; she means business. ] Even if I am released immediately, I cannot promise this facility will last for very long. I will listen to your demands, but do not expect any information in exchange.

[ Feldt understands that the safety of the information she carries is worth far more than her life. She might not be rescued, but she will be liberated from this fate one way or the other.

She glances away, uncertainty gripping her for a moment before she looks ahead once more. Some of that resolve is pushed aside as she reaches out with words that carry her hope with them. ] If any allies can hear me, please respond. [ Her logic takes over once more -- her final words are firm. ] This channel is not secure.

[ Click. ]


((OOC: Action open to people near the dolphin observation deck! --I should say she's AU from S2, replacing Lyle as Gundam Meister in the story, for those who care~

ETA: all privacy remains there even if I don't put it in every subject line because deleting those is a pain.;;; ))

[ Being part of a paramilitary organization was bound to have its repercussions, and being "tried" and "incarcerated" for her "crimes" (property destruction, various forms of assault) was something that she had expected.

But with things moving quite smoothly at Krung Thep, it jarred Chall to find herself in prison so suddenly, specially when she had been in the middle of doing something important. After spending some time to study the communicator, and pulling up whatever information she can, she then opens the video feed. ]

Is there a way to call home?

There are people I need to notify of my absence immediately.

[ Keeping as calm and polite as she can, like the responsible adult she strives to be; but the knot in her brows betray doubt and discomfort. ]


(( OOC: This be Chall Acustica of Gundam 00P, and she's wandering around sectors 2, 3 and 4. :3c ))
 

[There is a not very happy Guardian in the dome. Appropriately enough she is over by the beach where she awoke this morning. She is rather nicely dressed. Even though her demeanor is pleasant, it is quite obvious she isn't thrilled to be here]

If this is someone's idea of a joke, it's not a very good one. I appreciate the location, but this is not amusing. I want to know where Haruka is and where my daughter is.

[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]

[A blank stare is picked up by the communicator, seeming to almost stare past it as he gazes around the park where he arrived. The basket beside him is mostly untouched though he holds the brochure in his hand.]

Ah, a prison.

[Mori picks up the device; his expression doesn’t seem to change but slightly a slight softening around the eyes that those who know him might pick up on. Also in the slight shifting there is the sound of a chain for a moment and a glimpse of one of the restraints attached around his leg.]

Mitsukuni? [Are you there?]

( [ Filtered to the Student Council, Euphemia, and Ribbons ] )

( She thinks she only dreamt that her family was murdered. )

[When her voice comes through the communicator, it's quieter than anyone will have heard from her before.]

Michael? Michael, where are you?

[a tentative pause, but he doesn't answer quickly enough. her voice steadily gets both louder and more hysterical.]

I had a bad dream. Michael? [taking panicked, shallow breaths.] Johann, Michael answer me! I need you!

[rising to a screech.]

You can't just leave me here!

((canon update! will answer tagbacks properly later, sorry! ♥))