[ If you walk the halls of the Education Center, particularly the one leading to one of the art rooms, one will detect first the light scent of tobacco. Should one look inside, they'll see the winged and haloed lady working on a painting -- sketches scattered on one table (with some fluttered to the floor), containers for primer and medium on another, along with brushes and palette knives haphazardly put in jars and tubes of paint.

The vent hums as the painter quietly works. Occasionally she flicks the ashes of her cigarette into a nearby ashtray -- if she remembers to do so; if not then the ashes fall to the ground.

When she's not painting, she leans by the window to look outside and maybe nibble on a cracker or drink from a water bottle. She might look like someone better left to their thoughts, but she'll greet anyone who passes by the room with a smile and a wave and might just pull them into a chat. ]
 

[Like another Tim Drake, this Tim now has his Robin costume. But unlike the other, this Robin isn't creeping about in the shadows, oh no. He's swinging around the buildings while whooping with glee, walking on his hands along ledges, running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop - sometimes even jumping off them - and tumbling all over the place. The whole dome is now one big playground for him.

Catch his attention anywhere if you want, or maybe he practically runs into you because he's not really looking where he's going all that much, glad to be able to move about in the air again. To him, it's as close to flying as a human with no powers is going to get without help from someone else.]

[OOC: Open for kissing but he's 13 so chaste stuff on the forehead or cheek only please!]

[ Someone's had their restraint removed. As such, she feels a lot better than she did when she first arrived. Still not at peak condition since the sun is so far away and the artificial light only does so much with her, but she can manage better now that she has all her natural powers back.

To celebrate her new found semi-freedom Starfire is spending her day out and about. Primarily she's sticking to either the park or the beach, as she tends to go back and forth between the two. At the park she sits near the pond and touches the water some, watching the koi swim around. At the beach she can be found laying out and basking in the fake sunlight. At least the warmth comforts her.

She's feeling much more friendly today for anyone who would like to visit with her. ]


( ooc; sorry about my intro! got bogged down in rl and things. also, i posted to the mingle thread, but this can also be used for kiss-bot shenanigans. it was revealed that Tamaraneans learn language and knowledge through kissing, so if you would like Starfire to accidentally learn a secret about your character, let me know in an ooc note below and we can plot it out! thanks everyone! )

[Even if he knew what the bots were for and/or doing, that would never have kept Ventus inside. He was one of those people that went a tiny big loopy if he was stuck inside to long. He needed to be out in the fresh (maybe) air, the (fake) sunshine, and (not really) wide open skies. It was just whom he was. So bots or no bots, he was heading out.

Morning would find him working off his immediate energy after a swift breakfast of an egg burrito at the beach, gliding along his glider through sand and surf, kicking it up, whooping in joy as he more or less flew. Come the summer he could have even more fun with the sea water was not quite so cold, but for now he just glided across it.

Afternoon found him just exploring the town, bemused by the bots, though he seemed to spending a lot of his time in the arcade or the park, switching between playing games and going outside to work of his usual store of energy, maybe even munching on a hotdog and sipping a hot cocoa if you catch him at the right time.

Evening rolls around and Ventus decides that even though it's a bit chilly, he wants to watch the stars tonight. He likes them, he likes sitting beneath them and pretending they are worlds, perhaps even the worlds he knew. Cinderella, Jacques, Snow White, the Fairy Godmothers (Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather), Peter Pan and the Lost Boys... Aqua and Terra. Everyone. So he will be sitting outside of the building that housed what used to be his and Aqua'a apartment, but was just him now. He's on the steps, hugging his knees, looking up at the night sky.]

[ooc: kisses for all are welcome~! Say if you want cheek or normal, though you'll have to do some really hard convincing to get a SUPER-MEGA one. But you can try, lol. Have fun kiddies ~]

[Tim (or Alvin to you, depending on how much you know him) is just walking around early in the morning, completely unaware of what the bots all around imply. Luckily for him he hasn't stumbled upon anybody yet, but that is surely going to change soon.

He's pretty new to this place and so far everything has been more pleasant than what he'd expect from a prison. He's got his new camera in hand, and he's taking pictures of everything that catches his attention before he heads to class. Colors, shadows, figures... he's a little out of practice with the camera so he thought he could learn to see things through it again would help before he got to the serious pics he promised for the newspaper.

Later, he'll put on his Robin costume and go around patrolling in the shadows. Crime never rest etc, not even in the prison. He has to do what he was taught to do, and that's protecting people.]


[[OOC: You can either stumble upon Tim taking pics, going to the school, walking around... ooor you can find Robin as he patrols. Tell me which one you want in the subject or on the message <3

I will also leave a thread down here for you to link me to an entry in case you'd rather have me comment to you. I'm open to anything, I swear, so don't be shy and get crazy.]]

[ Video flickers on. First blocked by a fleshy pink palm, and then blacked out until the image adjusts. It's dark out and whoever's recording must be drunk, or freshly woken up on the curb of a multi-dimensional prison. The view swings away from the dark outline of a ball & chain to the front of a torn and bloody cardigan.

No guns. No swords. No hood. Not a single red-haired trouble maker in sight. ]

Really.

I hate Colorado.

[Good afternoon Marina! Should you check the network this fine day, you may see one Lind relaxing idly on the beach, propped up on an elbow and looking rather amused about something]

My, my...the weather is slowly letting up and the snow is gone. Surely this can only mean that a certain day is drawing near, hm? [He laughs a little] Ah, Valentine's Day...tis a special day, no? Makes you wonder just how many have their special one here. I'm almost jealous. [Only not really.

But there is a point to this post!] It is always sweet though when you find out that someone you know is in love. My dear little brother was always the cute one, but it's almost too adorable to watch~ And he even has a date! Young people grow up so fast.

Tsuna-kun~ Make sure you don't do anything too naughty to Akito now, mm? [A little wave as the post ends, Lind smiling away like a cheshire cat. Trolling older brother? Never~]


((OOC: This post is open to anything, including thread-jacks and what-not! Come help Lind embarrass Akito and Tsuna~))

[ today in the park area of sector 4, one can find a certain redheaded witch who is currently figuring out that there's a cap to her magic. and she doesn't like it. ]

What? I can't- But that's not even a big spell!

[ oookay trying something new, then. she tries a barrier-

nope, nosebleed. she stops as her head starts spinning and she falls to the grass below her. ]

Can I not do anything here?

[ determined to figure out if it's ALL of her magic still or just part of it, she tries levitation. oh, well, that works, for all the good it'll do her. she just keeps sitting there, face turned down in what could pass as a sulk. this bites.

eventually, she turns on the voice feed. ] Has anyone else had trouble with their natural powers here? Even after the ball-and-chain thing?

Drug abuse? Drug abuse?

[There's an angry growl followed by a loud THUD as Gamzee gets up only to be stopped short by the chain attached to his ankle. Some moments of silence follow, punctured only by the occasional rattling of chain as the troll tugs on it.]

...Motherfuck.

[Then he's examining the communication device, having pulled it off his head. The viewer may be witness to his still bleeding face, clown paint a complete mess. He taps at the device with a finger as he tries to figure out how to use it.]

This how this shit's gonna go? Gonna lock this brother all up after everything?

[ The video opens up on a woman looking somewhere between frightened and angered. Definitely conflicted between the two. The only thing really keeping her sane right now is the fact that she woke up near the koi pond, and the last thing she wants to do is destroy such a pretty place she's found herself surrounded in.

Oh. And the threat of her powers being stripped. ]

Does this 'Acumen' possess the capabilities to strip a person of their basic genetics? [ She questions now, looking a little upset.

She sighs and the anger falters a bit into what almost looks like fear before it's gone. Coldness instead. ]

My imprisonment is a mistake. [ Not claiming innocence but...


She adds this a bit softer now. ]

Where is the sun?

[A video post engages and all that is immediately visible is Roy's face - and he looks somewhere between disgruntled and slightly amused, his red hair tousled and a little dirty, a wry smirk at the corner of his mouth.]

Okay, I get it. Roy's a jailbird. Again. Thanks universe, that's really funny.

[He sighs and shakes his head a little.]

I know the basic drill about jail and all, and I got the gist of the rules from the pamphlet and stuff. This place is even one heck of a lot better than the last hole I was in, but I still got a few questions. For example, official rules are one thing. What about the unofficial ones? Anyone want to fill me in on the taboos and all that before I run into them the hard way? Knowing my luck, first thing I'd do is piss off the resident big bad and get my butt beaten in again.

Anyone want to help a guy out?

[A pause, and he looks a bit rueful.]

And uh, yeah, as a side note, I know this is pretty freaking unlikely considering where I am and probably why, but are there any ways I could get a call to the outside world? Or home or whatever? I mean, it's not like I'm in a third world country this time, don't I get a phone call?

[ Sarah Jane might have made a bad impression with all her shouting in her first post, but this time she's determined to attract positive attention. She's smiling, bright and enthusiastic. ]

Do you know what we need here? A newspaper. The network doesn't have everything, after all. Wouldn't it be nice to know the news? We could do classifieds and advertising too! Whatever people are interested in. It could be like a club or a class.

Is anyone interested? Don't worry if you've never written for a paper before, I can teach you. I used to work for a newsmagazine at home. Journalism is my calling.

Oh, and we'd want photographers and copy editors and the like, too. If you want to help, we'll find you a place. So don't hesitate to get involved!

[ With another bright smile, she turns the recording off. ]

[WELL YOU GONE AND DONE IT NOW MARINA. Zinda's all business in this feed, her usual charming smile nowhere to be found. hint: it's because she's tired and a teeny bit hungover.]

For any of ya that might have been worried, the bomb threat inside the Defense Force has been located and disabled [....If you can call that being disabled.] , and we have a suspect in custody. The threat has been dealt with, and we can all resume back to business as usual.

Anyone with questions can direct 'em to the usual parties, or, y'know, you could just ask me. [She salutes- and the feed cuts off, just for a minute. It flashes back on as an after thought, and this time she looks more playful.]

And if you wanna be my new best friend, I could really use some grits when I get back to the shelter. And eggs, and some bacon maybe.

[Filtered to the other Tim Drake]

[Guess who's finally getting off his butt and talking about this.] So, uh... Hey. I was just wondering if you got charged with murder too. I guess I kill the Joker because he captures me, brainwashes me, tortures me, and it drives me crazy so I... Yeah.

Nice future I have to look forward to if we ever get out of here, huh? Anything like that happen in your world?

Good morning, inmates. It is the 152nd day of the third generation. The weather will continue to be cool today.

Construction has been completed on the stable and riding arena requested by inmate Zero Kiryuu. All interested inmates are encouraged to visit the stable in Sector 6 and see the horses there. [That's right, Marina: you now have ponies to ride.]

Inmate Tim Wayne, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[Sometime after sun down, once Helix has successfully planted his little gift and escaped Axel. Helix decides it's high time to get the show on the road. The red head is probably still looking for him, so he's in a nondescript area for this. He's got a small window of time, best get the actual threat out before they find his little bomb. So Marina, you're greeted with the familiar blue visage.]

Greetings Marina. I have a public service announcement. [He seems serious yet very nonchalant.]

If I were you, I'd stay a good... [Pause to consider.] 200 feet--give or take--away from the Defense Force Headquarters. Unless you want to end up in tiny chunks splattered all over the sector.

There is currently a bomb hidden within and set to go off at midnight. [Which is only a few hours from now.]

You can thank me later for the heads up.

Have a nice day--Night--Whatever.

[A small, Wiley sort of smile before the feed shuts off. And he's making a point to move to a new location, just in case he can be traced like one would a cell phone call. He'll have to keep moving unless he ditches his headset, he's thought about it, but decides not to for one reason or another. He doesn't want to be caught too easily, but he doesn't really care if he is. It's not like there's any real threat or that he'll talk anyway.]

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.}

Card game tonight. Devil's Compass. We don't have money so you might want to dress in layers. [Were you just invited? Was this supposed to be private to someone? Am I asking questions that won't be answered?]

[Also, if you're nearby you just saw her walk through that tree without looking up. Alarming.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 150th day of the third generation.

The weather will be cool today and inmates are advised to continue dressing as appropriate for the winter season for the time being.

Inmate Subaru Nakajima, the materials you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.


((ooc: Also, yesterday all of the training equipment was renovated and is now much sturdier, if characters want to notice this change!))