[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!

[There's a girl sitting cross-legged on top of one of the Guardian Sapling's tree roots this morning. Video is also on, if you're not in the area. She's probably unfamiliar at first, but then you may notice the red markings on her face, arms and legs, the very obvious wolf ears and tail...

Ammy the human laughs lightly, pleased with herself] My, my~ It's been some time since I've been in this form! [She lightly gets to her feet, tail swishing slightly. Her clothes are simple, yet elegant, and even though it's been a few hundred years, she's as confident on two feet as she is on four]

I must remember to thank Acumen for this. But first I think this will require some exploring~ [And definitely some meeting up with people, if she can find them. This will be fun~]


((OOC: Tags may be slow for awhile, but rest assured I will get back to all of them!))

[ 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~

[Hello, Marina. Have a miffed ninja - oh hey, deja vu.]

It seems my stay here is to be permanent, then. I suppose I should, at least, be grateful for the basket. [He holds up the scented hand lotion gingerly. Really, Marina?]

This accessory... I would prefer not to have that, however. [Yeah, there's a ball and chain on his leg. Thank you, Acumen.]

However, a mystery still remains. Yesterday, I was informed that it was day one hundred and twenty-eight. Now, however, it appears to be day one hundred and thirty-one. I cannot pretend to understand how I managed to miss two days.

[He sighs, the irritation smoothed away from his expression.] It is still possible to regain my lyre, is that correct?

[MOMO was in the shelter kitchen, having gathered everything she needed for the recipe she and Latias had decided on. Lots of vegetables were around... things like peppers, onions, mushrooms... and she had all the ingredients to make a stirfry. She was currently going through the cabinets to find what she needed to start cooking... pots, utensils, bowls, cups. She had three cookbooks, one of which was open to the recipe she was planning on first.]

{OOC: For reference, MOMO's making this recipe. I meant to post that earlier.}

[It's been a while since Conrad's been in a library, but if he finds what he's seeking it's well worth the time spent. He browses idly though the short story section, looking for anything that might catch his eye.]

[A colorful book catches his eye, and quickly he removes it from the shelf to flip through it. A few lines later and he's laughing, a bit louder than he meant to. Diva would like this story, certainly.]

[Reluctantly, Zelgadis decides at the last moment to make this request via video. Perhaps if people can tell that he is in desperate need, they will be more likely to come forward. He can't, however, manage to remove his mask or hood, and so all you'll see under the beige swaths of cloth is a suspiciously shiny patch of lavender hair and two dark eyes that have excessively dark patches around them.]

I am in need of some assistance from anyone who is versed in healing or reversal magic, or perhaps advanced alchemy. [pausing, then as an afterthought] Or anyone who has successfully performed an augmentation of a human body.


((OOC: Anyone and everyone is welcome to answer and offer assistance if possible! However, please please be aware that Zelgadis is NOT able to be cured, canonically (hence the journal!), so all attempts must fail -- but I will totally work with you on it! My contact info is on the top post in his journal for OOC plotting~))

Yo. Did ya miss me?

[ Greed's feeling much better after getting some food and a nice, long nap in him. Now it's time for some fun! But first, checking on the bar if anyone's around. It's the Devil's Compass, sector 5. It's a little easy to miss, but it's all Greed's and don't you forget it! until he leaves again and it goes back to being Tyki's ]

Prison? Endangering my kingdom? [The young princess is flabbergasted, but not for long. She draws herself up, fixing her gaze on the camera with all the sternness one might expect from a ruler.]

I have always put the people of my kingdom first and foremost in everything I do! These charges are absurd, and I demand to speak to whoever is in charge here! [And with that, she crosses her arms firmly, exuding stubbornness from her every pore.]

[Video]

[Hello, Marina. Have a miffed ninja.]

[Sheik is looking distinctly unpleased - he's taken in the welcome message, considered throwing away the communicator then decided against it, and has resigned himself to sending a message, expression blank and the cowl covering much of his face.]

If we are to be judged and locked away without trial or actual arrest, then so be it. However, I consider it unnecessary to strip all belongings away.

In short: where are my lyre and blades?

[Action]

[This is definitely not the desert.]

[And granted, the sea above is mildly spectacular, and it does seem to provide facilities enough to keep its prisoners comfortable - but it still remains a prison. He is still sworn to Zelda, their seperation sending his system reeling - seven years sharing form is not something that can be suddenly discarded.]

[If anyone happens to spot the lost-looking dude in blue spandex, he would appreciate pointers on what to do next - or where to get his things back.]


((OOC: Hello! AU Sheik from Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time, here. He mostly follows canon events, he just happens to be his own person, and he's taken just after his seperation from Zelda. I am going to be slow to reply for a few days, but I promise to get to every tag!))

[Somewhat scruffy and nervous Xion peering into the screen.]

Um…excuse me? I’m looking for Officer Sakura Haruno from the…[what was it again…] fourth division! Getting arrested is kind of something she should know. And, um…

…Nnoitra Jiruuga from the sixth division could work, too, but Sakura really would be better…

[[ooc: AU Xion from an old RP~]]

[He's not a big guy by any stretch of the imagination, not tall enough to loom or broad-shouldered enough to look like he could bull through a brick wall, but there's something intimidating about him. Maybe it's the way he stands; he's unarmed, but moves like a man who can handle himelf in a fight. Maybe it's the stright line of his mouth; he's clearly unamused and ready to get answers by any means necessary. Then again, maybe it's the way his eyes glow; that's clearly not natural.]

You've got maybe five minutes before you get to see me really upset. You might want to explain what's going on before that happens.

[Someone just woke up in the butterfly pavilion. He's laying quietly in the grass, watching the brightly colored wings fluttering around. One lands on his nose and he sneezes.]

[ there is a small green lizard current on one of the sidewalks next to the park. he is really not sure how he got there, considering last he remembered, he was on rapunzel's shoulder as they crawled their way out of the pub.

he's kind of scared, not gonna lie, and really he just wants to go hooooome. he's so alarmed and out of place he's not even bothering to camouflage himself.

so please, pay attention where you walk and try not to step on the small green thing? ]

[voice]

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!



[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]

[He's already removed Julia's pendant from around his neck and has it in his pocket by the time he knocks on the door where Yuuri is currently living. It doesn't feel right to return it this way, but he can't give in to Diva's request for him to give it to her. Better to get it out of her sights... and tell Yuuri whatever he must.]

[A sufficient distraction is planned for after this; he'll need it. But perhaps before he goes to the dojo he'll drop by and see Zelda, or a few others.]


((OOC: Post is closed, but if you have a need to thread with him please contact me OOCly and we'll work it in!!))

[ As she opened her eyes, anesthetics wearing off, there were but three thoughts in Sasha's mind: how to thank those who have helped her, and how can she help Medusa? For the latter, she may not be the Athena the woman had known, but she is Athena nonetheless.

And third, how to tell her friends of what had transpired and convince them to not worry -- or perhaps she can hope that they did not know, they do not have to know.

She shifts on the hospital bed and winced at the pain on her legs, side and forearm, and took a moment to quietly admire the fast medical work. She then tries to sit on the side of the bed. Perhaps if she tried to summon her healing, she might be able to leave before the day ended -- or perhaps that was not a very good idea. She tries to step off, quietly as she can, to head towards the door, or just to explore the room. ]



(( *OOC: Action open to DF members and those who have reason to be in the hospital. To avoid time paradox, first tagger will be the one to spot her to convince her to get back to bed; the rest will have to be "visitors" throughout the day. :3 ))

[It's late evening, and Zelda is in the shelter, standing outside the door of her next door neighbor, Link. She raises her hand and knocks softly...]

Link, are you there?

[It's late but Mushu is wiiiide awake. Why? Because after several days of sleeping in trees and in random patches of grass, Mushu has decided that he is going to find a bed fit for a Guardian! Well, an ex-Guardian. Problem is, he doesn't exactly know which houses and rooms are empty and which ones are occupied. The thought of a room having furniture as being occupied hasn't really hit him yet -- he's just going along the assumption that all rooms naturally come with furniture.

He'll just explore until he finds one he likes.

So he's slithering around, a thin red shape not too noticeable in the dark. Mushu kind of wishes Crickee were here. Nothing like a little henchman to get things going faster. And the cricket was a pretty handy lookout. But unfortunately, he is all by his lonesome and he's got to act according.

To his right is a building, rather unassuming in nature, with a window slightly ajar. Exhibit A. With considerable speed, he makes his way into the building, peering around for whatever might be inside....

( misc ooc notes! )

How the hell did I get into this mess, huh Salty?

[ Dean bends down and scratches Salty's head, looking around the shooting range. He had hoped that Acumen would have a sign-out for the guns, but apparently that was a no go. Shit, how the hell was he supposed to get back into practice without a gun?


He felt like he was getting rusty after all that time spent not wanting to go back home. Not that he wanted to go back, but he'd as good as promised that he would. Really, this whole thing sucked and Cas still wasn't talking to him. He needed to fix that. Sam at least, he was doing marginally better. Things were just really not working out for him lately. ]

((ooc: you can catch him randomly walking Salty from Sector 3 to 6 via the park if you'd prefer to catch him there. Backdated to afternoon))