002 → video; backdated to Day 163
23 April 2012 at 06:00 pm
I kinda forgot we're 'sposed t' use these...
Um...thank you everyone who talk t' me when I got here. An' I found Brother! If anyone knows 'im, his name's Alois!
And, um. [ Don't mind the tiny, he's a little shy addressing everyone at once suddenly. ] My name's Luca. An' it's nice t' meet everyone. And I'd like if we could all be friend, okay? [ Because when you're a small child in a prison, having friends for the first time is priority. :T ]
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.
[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]
Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.
[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.
Better to ask, right?]
16 April 2012 at 10:52 pm
[Presently before you is (1) one Rebecca Crane, her chin on the kitchen table and a cup of coffee between her hands. She shifts up to rest on her elbows after a moment, cozy in a loose knit sweater and tank top. And still tired as her yawning will attest, but there's a smile on her lips.] 'sup? Good morrrrning, Marina.
Thought I'd try and get some advice... [Camera view switching to that of the table, with a spread of a few danishes, some pâté, a loaf of Parisian bread and the last thing out of her pantry... grapes.] Not sure what to make for breakfast out of this. I kinda didn't get around to a grocery run yesterday, so it's going to be... a danish morning, I think. Danish and grapes, the breakfast of champions.
... But seriously? [There's a moment's pause, where she pulls that container of pâté closer and shows it off to the camera. Her voice is a little softer. Maybe just to not be overheard.] Who eats this? Stuffy... rich food. [Slight laugh.] What's next, caviar?
[A pause, before she sighs. Reaching for that cherry danish.] Ah, crap, I have so much to do today.
[Action/ Open - Noonish.]
[Sometime before noon she's finally pulled herself to her feet, washed her face and shaken off most of her morning lethargy. And dressed, finally. And out in the beautiful... morning sun to stop by some of the stores to pick up a few things. Cross stopping by the day before kind of derailed all her plans, so she's got groceries to stock up on. Backpack over her shoulder, she's yours to encounter to, from or in the fine act of selecting a nice head of lettuce or the like.]
[ video / action / open ] ART CLASS
14 April 2012 at 12:18 am
[ just a simple message: ]
My name is Agatsuma Soubi. I will be conducting art classes for the time being. The first is this afternoon at three o'clock in classroom five at the Education Center. For today, there is no need to bring anything with you. Necessary materials will be provided.
[ Soubi's been around the art wing of the Education Center for a few hours already before class begins. as people arrive, he passes out sketch books, pencils, and erasers. the tables in the room have three chairs each pulled up to them, and in the middle of each table is an item. the class will be drawing simple objects today--vases, shoes, small folding fans--just so that he can get a feel for their level of experience and interest.
if anyone has a question, they're free to approach him at any time, and he'll be walking around and helping out where he sees fit, as well. before class ends, he allows them to keep their sketch books, and gives a simple assignment to be completed before the next class: choose an object with an interesting or unusual shape and draw it. ]
[ ooc; video is backdated to mid-morning. class is, obviously, at 3:00 pm. feel free to tag in before, during, or after class, and mingle among yourselves! ]
[ The 162nd Day ]
09 April 2012 at 04:35 pm
Good morning, everyone! Today is the 162nd day of the third generation, and it is still chilly, but will remain clear. I have a very important question for you all to think about today...
[Sentience pauses. The robot appears to be in the butterfly pavilion this morning, but you won't find it there, and in fact the pavilion is strangely calm; all the butterflies are perfectly still, as if sleeping.]
I know that Acumen has asked this once before, but I ask you again, sincerely. ...I want you to think about the importance of freedom, compared to the importance of safety. Would you rather that I give you the freedom to do what you wished, or would you rather that I protected you from each other, even if that means that I may have to deny you things you want, or interfere in your lives in ways you may not want?
[...after a beat] Think about it, and let me know your thoughts in the next few days.
Either way, today I have removed the debris from the former site of the Devil's Compass. As per request, I will be beginning efforts to rebuild it. Any inmate who is interested in helping in the reconstruction is welcome to do so!
And finally, Sasha, your requests have been installed in the handicraft room at the education center; and Snowman and PM, your requests are available at the shelter. You can ask any robot there, and they will retrieve it for you.
[Gamewide Mingle: Thanksgiving]
07 April 2012 at 08:25 pm
[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites
. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.
Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]
21 March 2012 at 12:54 pm
[Oh look, it's the rare and elusive Mr Hasn't
Officially Made A Network Post Since Arriving.]
It's a bit late, I know, but when giving thanks for a good time one is never tardy, isn't that so? [The delay mostly being caused by Puck having spent a good deal of the last two days asleep.]
You throw a great party, o new overlord. I suppose thanks go to Acumen too, wherever "he's" stored away now. No need to respond, by the way; I just wanted to get that out there.
But speaking of not responding... question~:
Who is up for a little story-telling time? I'll start: "Once upon a time, in a world both near and far, there was a castle as pitch-black [there's just the slightest stress on that previous word; barely even there]
as the darkest night..." Then you continue the story! Come one, come all; no need to be shy.[Look how considerately vague he's being just to spare the frailer inmates from the horrible truth. ...The other option being that Puck just enjoys turning even the task of information gathering into a game. Not enough detailsss to stalk in Sentience's post.]
And if that premise doesn't speak to you, feel free to start your own, or even share a whole story. I might even tell one myself in exchange~
20 March 2012 at 04:20 pm
[ it's your friendly neighborhood Bookman! and he has something to tell you all, now that he's more or less awake. ]
So, I guess I should assume everybody who was in the English class last time around has completely slacked off. Except munchkin. [ wry ] Man, you all are lucky Gramps isn't around.
Here's the plan, folks. Days ending in two and seven, from five p.m. to six, I'll be teaching a basic English class, starting on day 162. Yuuki, you've got no excuse now. [ he is so winking ] And for people who were bored in the basic class, I'm adding an advanced class on days ending in five and nine, from three t'four p.m. That's going to start on day 165.
If it's all right with Euphie, of course. [ looks ready to turn this off, then remembers: ]
Oh, an' bring pencils and paper. Curse words get taught in the advanced class. [ GRIN /click! ]
[accidental video | action]
20 March 2012 at 12:46 pm
[Somewhere people work out there is a man. A man working out. He chose his location well. He is shirtless and possibly glistening. It's a thing that happens. You can't control glistening. Thousands of people may be afflicted with glistening and you'd never know. At least not until their curious dog, Salty, decided the communication device was a chew toy and managed to hit one of the buttons.
Have a torso, Marina. There's an interesting tattoo on it and everything. And since this torso is working out you can see muscles flexing. Do you like the view?
How about now with a GIANT tongue coming right at you followed by dog slobber?]
video | open
20 March 2012 at 01:22 am
[Hey sup Marina.
Today, Snowman is looking over all these raincoats and umbrellas that have been so helpfully laid out by their warden, or the warden's robots, or whatever. That's not important.
What is important is that all the raincoats.
She has gathered a bundle of coats in her hands and stands there for a minute looking at them one by one before tossing them aside with a disapproving scowl, or what can probably be surmised is a disapproving scowl by how furiously her eyes are slanted. Life with aliens that have weird faces made of carapace: an adventure in speculation by body language.
After spending another few seconds glaring angrily at this rude pile of coats, she finally looks back at the feed.]
I don't suppose there's a tailor around, is there? I don't want to get my coat wet and none of these others will do in the meantime.
18 March 2012 at 03:13 am
video. (backdated to mid-afternoon)
Everything has turned out kind of funny, strange— well, in a really good way, I mean.
[ alois trancy, too feminine, baby-face with springtime sky giant daydream crumb eyes, is resting his chin against the edge of a desk. familiar to some, and not to others, pretty and light voiced. he isn't looking directly at the camera, he seems half preoccupied with watching something else not far off screen.
there are crayons, watercolors, paintbrushes, and pastel covered pieces of paper close by, even under chin.
I think I might be a little scared, [ understatement,
] by how wonderful things have gotten so quickly. What if I waste too much time blinking and everything good flies away? Only the best of the best, the things really worth having, like to fly off or drop dead. It always happens, and I keep expecting it not to happen at all, even though I know it will. I'm not so sure I'm not only just sleeping right now. It's so strange, things are so strange. [ there's a pitch in his voice here; his own reality is shaking him. when you go from being locked up without anything for four years, expect being beaten, and a quiet house, to have the things you desire most drop into your lap in rapid succession—isn't that cause for constant panic?
don't you want to cling tighter?
this is alois, now.
too long lashes lower half-way (they can't see it, but he's gazing at unprofessionally painted swans and adonis blues),
] I might be falling in love with Marina. Sometimes I have to close my eyes and make sure my heart hasn't stopped beating, run out of steam, from all the things pouring into it. I'm really—
Ah! [ suddenly, he's sitting up very straight, looking much more attentive than he had.
] That's right. An order of business: Ciel Phantomhive, just how long do you intend to avoid me?( (optional) action. )
[video/action → MINGLE] yeah, that's right
10 March 2012 at 01:16 pm
[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.
There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.
Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.
If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.
[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.
I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.
] ((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.
If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))
001 → video;
08 March 2012 at 05:39 pm
[ So, there's crying.
It's not particularly bad or hysterical, but it's clearly coming from someone young. The video isn't position particularly well, because Luca has no idea what the communicator even is or how it's supposed to be used.
Instead he's apparently been smacking it against something in frustration, causing into to cut out and then start again every few seconds. There's a young face, red hair, and tears. ]
--ther, where are you? I can't get th'--
--an' it's heavy!
[ Finally the headset is dropped, abandoned as Luca starts at the ball and chain attached to his foot once again. ]
[ ooc; herp, what is being able to read and know electronics, so the headset thing is kind of...awkward. oops! ]
07 March 2012 at 09:59 pm
[A strikingly beautiful young man appears in view and speaks After a small yawn, he speaks in a soft tone- there's barely something in that tone, that could be something to take caution in.]
My head is killing me... prison? Hah... it must be a bad dream.. because, I definitely don't belong in here...! No flaw in your system..? Surely you're mistaken!
Hah, really! I haven't done a thing! Do you see any blood on these hands? [Dietrich looks down at his hands, a soft smile painted on his face] Certainly not... You must have me confused for my so-called family.
I'm tired. And this.. it's annoying. This place isn't very comfortable at all.
I am obviously not alone, that much is sure! My... I must be surrounded by such very dangerous people if this is the case! Who wants to tell me their tall-tales since we're all playing this together. I do love a good story.
14 February 2012 at 09:05 am
[Ritsuka has a busy day planned (perhaps even more than he thinks). He'll be starting off from the shelter this morning to pick up a book or two at the library in Sector 2. Following this, you will be able to spot him in Sector 3 as he plays a game or two at the arcade.
Lunch will be in Sector 5, and the afternoon will be spent reading in the park in Sector 4 until it gets too cold and he heads back to the shelter.
Expect his mood to deteriorate as the day wears on.]
[ooc: open to all! if you would like to choose/rng the intensity of the kiss, write the result in the subject of your first comment (cheek, normal, mega). otherwise I will default to normal. cheek only for girls, though, since I want to save Ritsuka's first normal girl kiss.]
[video | action]
13 February 2012 at 06:20 pm
[ Miwako is up bright and early today~! As the video feed clicks on, you can see her sitting in a rather loud and chaotic bedroom - this, sir, is her new apartment, and she's here to tell you all about it. ]
Good morning~! Miwako has been super busy-busy lately. I moved into a new apartment in Sector 4~! It's my first time living on my own, and I'm really excited. And look-[ The video shifts to the walls, past a Sex Pistols poster, and to a collection of photographs pinned to the wall. There are photos of Ribbons Almark, Setsuna and his robot statue made of dominoes, photos of Miwako and Nill, photos of Miwako's white kitten Dorian, of koi fish in the pond, and photos of Miwako and Sanji - including an awkward and unflattering picture of the cook, which you're welcome to laugh at. Sorry, Sanji. ]
I got all my photos from the dinner party printed out~ A few days ago, The King and I [ she still doesn't know Tamaki's name... ]
were talking about having a photo shoot with cool-looking people - people with killer style. Would any of you guys be interested~? I'm also thinking of throwing a housewarming party soon, too. I'll send out invitations~
If any of you want to drop by sometime, just let me know! Miwako is all moved in and ready to party! [ And with that, she gives a big grin and a peace sign, and shuts off the feed. To those who know her well, this cheerfulness might have seemed kind of... forced; but to others, this is just an especially enthusiastic girl, it seems.]action;[ While out and about, Miwako can be found one of two ways today: with a huge (and heavy!) sewing machine box, and without. Acu has delivered her sewing machine, and she's out to retrieve it! Find her taking the scenic route through the park, or elsewhere in the Dome on her way to the kiosk! She's been kind of blue and keeping to herself lately, so she'll be happy to see anyone she knows - or doesn't know! Pucker up, Miwako~ ]
video + action;
07 February 2012 at 05:09 pm
[ His own hand reaches up, fingers lightly stroking the cloth patch that had affixed itself where his right eye should be. A momentary look of irritation and a furrow to his brow appears but he soon dismisses it, lowering his hand as he does. With a single breath, he considers every bit of information rather abruptly force fed to him before he finally glances at the device he has.
So it's come to this. While he had been careful in covering his tracks, only leaving clues obvious to his beloved, it seemed the law came for everyone. No matter how twisted its sense of justice was. However, it doesn't surprise him. It would have taken an extraordinarily sophisticated system to have captured him. So much more to have been able to tend to his burns (minor stings now, not so much that it bothered him) and seal him off.
But there was still a trickle of power remaining.
One tiny string he could pull that seemed so familiar. Connected to a certain... doll.
Wonderful. A small message drifts through the ether in hopes to hit a particular blond shinigami. Just two words. Simple and in a familiar voice to Hisoka's mind: Hello, boy.
But there would be time for a proper hello. For know, the matter at hand. ]
Incarceration. Quite the interesting situation I seem to have landed myself in.
[ A pause as he considers what else to say. But the thoughtfulness is replaced by a rather small smile. ]
I suppose it would be only proper to introduce myself to my fellow inmates. I am Kazutaka Muraki, a doctor by profession from where I was taken from specializing in cardiology and pediatrics.
Perhaps Acumen has a twisted sense of justice to bring a man such as myself to prison.
[ video + action ]
06 February 2012 at 11:33 pm
[ Inmates of Marina, the dude in this video feed--the one with the long blond hair and circular glasses sitting halfway down his nose--does not look pleased. Not pleased at all. ]
Ritsuka. You're here, aren't you?
[ and then--and this part hurts, it's embarrassing, because he should just know, but their bond isn't quite strong enough for that yet-- ]
Tell me where to find you.
[ He doesn't seem too concerned with anyone or anything else, but the post is public. He hasn't taken the time to learn how to filter yet; there are far more important matters at hand. ]
[ ooc; action is only open to Ritsuka, but video is for everyone! ]
[ video | open ] Late evening
27 January 2012 at 08:13 pm
[ It's a quiet video that flicks into being. Black covers the screen except where the thin glow of the park lights shine in through the window. It's quiet, except for the slow rip sounding through the air and the clink of metal striking cool tile.
One would imagine there's nothing there at all.
Until she starts humming, broken words coming through as she pauses, continuing the torment. ]
Rip them up.
[ tear ]
Pluck out the eyes. And discard them.
[ ... pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiink. ]
He left you again.
[ laughing, low and sultry ]
We'll have to change that.
Slowly, a lump rolls into view of the camera. A severed doll's head. With unseeing eyes. It's never wise to leave Diva all alone. You should know better then this.
[Video | Action | Filtered from Aidan] Forward dated to sometime after dark
27 January 2012 at 01:05 am
[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.]