[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

[To his credit; he did not panic as much as would be expected by people that knew him.

However, this is not mean he didn't panic at all. Rather, instead of a pitiful fit of whining; unfortunate listeners were treated to a scream of rage as he pulled at the chain on the sturdy iron ball that was shackled to his foot.

The only reason the video had even been turned on was he thought some kind of error had occurred; he'd been in mid conversation only to find himself with the feed turned off, and out of reflex had tried reconnecting before he'd even noticed the addition to his wardrobe, as well as his giftbasket mysteriously returned to where it had been, and unopened.

Grunting and panting in near-manic frustration, as the ball inconvenienced him greatly, and was even more so ugly, he jabbed the video and audio buttons to end the feed.]

[The recording starts out with an audible intake of breath- as if he's been preparing for this moment for a little while, now. He then clears his throat, wanting to start off strong-]

O-oi, Ranka--

[-and failing.]

I was wondering... if you saw that invitation. I mean, o-of course you must have seen it, that was a stupid thing to ask- but that's not- that's not really what I was wondering.

[And he keeps on failing.]

Would you-

[...Okay he's sick of this. He growls a little in frustration before his tone of voice becomes a lot more firm and ~confident~!]

-will you go to that thing with me?

[S I L E N C E]

...thanks for listening.

[Good morning, Marina! Here is that friendly, harmless looking gentleman from just the other day again. Long, prematurely white hair, traditional Japanese clothing that looks a little big on his spare frame, genial smile and cheerful tone of voice. How could anyone find him guilty of anything?]

It appears as though Acumen has decided to make my stay here permanent. I now find myself properly arrested, tried and sentenced. Or rather, unfairly arrested, tried and sentenced, as any crimes I may legitimately have committed have already been judged by those with the authority to do so.

Ah well. I suppose there's nothing for it at the moment but to become accustomed to the settings and see what might be done going into the future. Oh, look at this! "Public drunkenness". My, my. Our jailor is rather enthusiastic about its job, isn't it?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if my replacement finds himself arrested as well. I'll be amazed if Kyouraku doesn't have him getting into trouble in less than two weeks.

[Ritsuka's voice is a bit nasal when he begins talking, and his sentences are punctuated by the occasional sniff.]

How can it be day 130 already? I didn't think I was sick for that long. Must have forgotten to check this thing, too.

[His communicator was sitting dutifully on his night stand the whole time Ritsuka slept through three or four days. It is not the communicator's fault Ritsuka forgot to check it.]

I'm sorry to anyone I made plans with. I don't usually get colds.

[Lowers his eyes a little, breaking his direct gaze with the screen. Maybe he was just a little lonely.]

I'll be in the shelter kitchen making pancakes. [Trying to.] I don't think I'm contagious anymore but if you want to make your own, that's fine too. [Friends, this is his roundabout way of saying he's sorry and he wants to see you all.]

VIDEO
[Good afternoon, Marina~ ♥ The grinning face on the communicator has something of great import to say to you all!]

Mmm, has everyone here heard of a boy called Elliot Nightray? Blue eyes, sandy hair, very loud and impolite? If you have business with him, you might want to get it done now, because I'm not sure he'll be in any condition to receive guests later.

He needs a little black to add onto all that blue. [A pause. And then that smile shifts from cheerful to knowing] I think there'll be some entertainment in a little bit, if anyone would like to watch~ ♫

[If there's any confusion at all to what he might be referring to, perhaps the backdrop of the dojo might help clarify?]


ACTION
[If you wander by the dojo, you might see Break, lazily swinging his temporary cane, pilfered from the convenience store, and waiting for the youngest Nightray to show up and make good on his promise. There might also be a mop-haired boy with glasses, and perhaps a small blonde boy.

What a sense of honor Elliot has, waiting until the restraint was removed from Break's ankle for their spar. Too bad Break doesn't share much of that same honor.]


((ooc: Replies via video will be from Break and can be posted directly to the post, action is mingle-style; feel free to tag around, make bets on who will win, gossip, popcorn.gif, network, whatever!

If you wanna call him out for the cake fight or anything from 4th wall, you're welcome to do that here as well!))

Hmm... ?

[Staring point blank into the lens of the camera, silent and observant for a moment before chuckling and cocking his head to the side. Slowly lips come to part, rolling out a very long tongue encrusted with. You bet those are eyeballs! And the tongue sways just briefly before the connection is cut.]

Well, well... what an intriguing place this is. ♥♥

[ there is a faint but almost sinister sounding "lero, lero" in the background ]

Don't be so suspicious, child. You'll get wrinkles.

((OOC: The Earl is in his standard form, not his human one, no matter what the icons say. XD))

[ a gasp of hard breath and Harry has rolled, snapped on to his knees, with nothing but the aftermath of a bludger to the head reminding him of the pain of a few moments ago, or so it seems

he could nearly grasp it in his hand, the pain of your skull sliding in to two and the way your stomach draws up your throat, as if the hole in your head means that your insides leak upwards. but all there was to feel was the hard ground and the absolute anger in his chest.

if he had found McLaggen that very second he would have hexed him in to a fucking puddle. only that, the next second the anger waned and fizzled out on his dry tongue. his wound, it seemed to rushed fingers, had healed and he was no longer clad in quidditch robes; rather, the greying pyjamas that Harry associated with the hospital wing.

a city, so far away from the turrets he knows that he cannot begin to say, and he's here wandless and cloakless. the one moment he didn't have both of them on him. --Ron, and Hermione and Dumbledore.

Harry Potter is a boy blinking a bit stupidly at the communicator and slotting his glasses back up his face. treat him nicely, he's got all the sense as someone who's just received an angry meteorite to the back of the head ]

[After his meeting with Shinji, Kaworu's walking along the shoreline at the beach with his iPod blaring, picking up rocks and throwing them roughly into the fake sea. It's not so much that he's upset, or angry - more that he's still confused, and that's irritating him.

He doesn't know how to feel about Shinji being here anymore. It's been such a focus for him, but now - now he's just reminded that Shinji hates him. Even with the slight inroads they made today, Shinji still shouted at him and demanded that he leave and even said that Kaworu makes him sick. It's clear that he still hates him. And there's something there, something that Shinji isn't telling him, as usual - how do you make someone like that talk to you?

Irritably, he picks up another rock and whips it into the ocean. He was so confident when he said that things were going to change, but now... now he just doesn't know.]

[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.

He is far from pleased.]

You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.

[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]

But!

[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]

If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥

I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]

((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))

[The tone of the speaker is aggravated and condescending. This is someone who won't easily accept the predicament he's just found himself in. Not without ample proof.]

[It's a ruse. It has to be. After all, there's no way it could be true. Someone's captured him, sealed his fon slots, and cast some sort of illusion over him using the first fonon. That has to be it. It makes sense considering he defected from the Order, considering how that man keeps extending his offer. If he'll only cross a sea of corpses. Corpses, huh?]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke? I don't have time to play games with you people! Return my sword and undo the seal unless you're all willing to pay with your lives.

[Meanwhile Asch is kneeling down in the middle of the graveyard. For a while now he's been trying to figure out a way to remove the ball and chain from around his right leg, but he hasn't made any progress. Not even after fishing through the welcome basket for stuff to help it slide better. None. Unless getting even more frustrated counts.]

[Yuuri is still hanging out at the baseball field after that morning's practice going over things with Murata when he makes a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!]

We need more baseball players!

Who else wants to play that isn't already? Or who just started because sometimes I forget to actually write it down or tell Murata. Oh! That's right. Murata is back to be our manager again. [The video pans over to another Japanese boy. Wave to the people, Murata. And now it snaps back to Yuuri.]

Suzaku, we should probably talk about when we're going to have our games before it's suddenly winter or the field is covered with dinosaurs or made of marshmallows or anything like that.


(OOC: I try to keep the roster up-to-date, but sometimes I fail, so if you should be on there but you don't have time to tag in ICly, just drop me an OOC note here or in IM or plurk.)

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

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))

[Ritsuka is sitting at his desk in his suite in the shelter, knees up on his chair and resting against the desk as he stares into the video function. He has been thinking on a great many things after his trip to the library this morning, though not all of them pertaining to the slightly too inquisitive professor he met there.

He feels a little silly starting off with something personal, but he figures it's better than staring and saying nothing.]

I thought the beach decorations were a good idea. We have festivals like that back where I'm from, so it felt a lot like being home again.

I guess some of you aren't so bad.

Uh, Roxas. It feels weird talking to you through this, but we should make memories again sometime soon. Maybe I'll try asking Acumen for my camera-- a camera. [He corrects himself just a beat too late, but it gets little acknowledgment apart from the flick of his tail.]

But I do have a question for everyone else. What's the earliest memory you have from before you came here? How old were you when it happened? If... you don't want to tell me what the memory is, just the age you experienced it is fine.

[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?

( Action; Early Morning )



( Action; Mid-Morning )



[Voice; Late Morning]

[Fun with buttons! Not with any real intent but trying to figure out how the communicator works, Zoro turns it on in a fit of frustration. He's already screamed and yelled, and been lost for hours now. It's been to avail finding his crewmates... or even a way out. Just the walls of the dome. He's really not a happy camper right now. Lost, crewless, shipless, swordless... it's a bad combination for Zoro's mood. ]

...The hell does this thing work? Tch... couldn't just use a Den Den Mushi and be done with it?

[And as he realizes this thing is working, he mind goes into its one-track mode. If he's here, the rest of the crew must be too, right? Without even addressing who he's looking for. Good job, Zoro.]

Oi, oi! Where the hell did you all get lost to? Let's get movin'. I don't care what this stupid thing says, we've got things to do. Like get our crap and get the hell out of here.

[With that, the feed cuts.]

(ooc: Feel free to run into him at any of these points! Just specify the time and/or location in the subject!)

[He's tried to break out of his SEELE/NERV-imposed sleep schedule, but so far he's still up with the morning announcements and ready to start his day.

On this particular day, that means wandering the residential sectors, starting with Sector 2, looking for a new place to live. Oh, the shelter's not that bad, but it is crowded and a bit stifling. He liked having his own apartment in Tokyo-3 instead of always being under the feet of the Old Men, so he figures he'll go back to that.

A roommate wouldn't be so bad, though...]

[Well, he said to Roxas that he'd have to ask a Lilim about this, didn't he? And this way he can reach many Lilim at once, so why not do it?

He'll try not to get too specific, as he's not big on the idea of broadcasting his one vulnerability to the entire prison, but hopefully it'll still work.]

I've got a question for all of the - humans in the prison. [Look, pa, no Lilim! He remembered!]

... or anyone that feels human emotions, really. I suppose not all non-humans are emotionless.

How do you rid yourself of an emotion that you no longer want?