[The video opens to some frantic clinking. Komui's in the shelter kitchen, desperately fiddling with a coffee maker.]

Anyone know how to get this thing working? It's broken or something. [ -- it isn't. And yes, he knows there's a coffee shop, but it's not the same. Also, it's entirely possible that he hasn't slept in two days.] Lenalee told me to take down my coffee Komurin and --

[and he can't even finish that sentence. Why's he crying over coffee? Anyone who knows him at all will probably guess what's going on: Lenalee's vanished. Again.]

[HI MARINA. HIIIIIII. Yeah so, Regis has had some time to cool down after reacting rather strongly to Seira's ball and chain (YOU STILL HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR, ACUMEN). And during that time, he put something together for you heathens everybody.]

It has come to my attention that this prison is rather lacking in terms of elegance. I have attempted to look beyond this glaring defect, but my efforts were in vain. Because of that, I compiled a graph of sorts, using as a model one of the most elegant people I am honored enough to claim friendship with: Cadis Etrama di Raizel.

I hope it provides an informative introduction.


( NOT IC CUT OKOK )


If anyone has questions or requires further clarification, I will of course be happy to answer.


[ooc; ........I don't even know. BUT I'M NOT SORRY.]

[ oh hai, Marina. guess who ate some of those strawberry gummies? yeeeeep.

his expression is so very clinical, young brown eyes peering into the communicator. he murmurs ]

Yes, that would be expected.

[ he shifts the communicator and the video swings around; he's now looking at the device upside-down, pressing buttons curiously. private flickers briefly on screen, then off again. he turns the communicator back around again and utters ]

Curious.

[ his voice is almost monotone, and he does not smile. ]


((ooc: Ahhhh so late!! But it's still "Halloween". :D So, come poke tiny Jade. He also has amnesia, so. This is Jade as an actual child. And if you've spoken to him before, his eyes are normally red.))

[Anise didn't have a second thought when she deemed this Halloween holiday the best holiday ever. The weather was nice for such a holiday, the chill adding a certain creepy feeling to the air. Pumpkins with faces carved into them decorated here and there along with images of witches, black cats, skeletons and other 'scary' assortment of beings. Best of all, she got to dress for the occasion, picking a simple pink and black witch's outfit from the costume store along with a pair of stripped stockings (those are valuable you know!).

Once she deemed herself looking cute and fitting for the holiday she went outside to find Asch and tease him againplay around. Though, there was something that did catch her attention aside from the decorations, there were candy bowls ripe for the picking! Looking both ways to make sure she wasn't caught, she nosily shifted through the bowl until she found something that looked good. Tasting a morsel, she hummed in approval, it tasted like a strawberry♥ Finding more like it, she gathered as many as she could before looking to another bowl. Should she gather more...?]

((ooc: She will be aged up right before your eyes! She'll probably look to be around her early 20s.))

[VOICE.]
Tell me, how often do people disappear? Have the numbers shown any increase over time?

[ACTION.]
[Asch has been pacing back and forth going for a walk in Sector 6 for the better part of a half hour, regarding strangers in silence and eying bots warily as they pass him by. On the one hand, he'd like nothing better than to give them (the bots) a piece of his mind, while on the other he realizes the futility of the situation. Better stuck in a cage with room to move than to be stuck in a cage and weighted to the spot.]

[Looks like he's doing absolutely nothing? Well, that's not entirely the case. He's been watching for who goes in and out of the training hall and waiting for a time when the building's largely vacant. After all, what he's about to attempt is pretty stupid dangerous.]

[OOC: Open to all. And maybe slightly backdated to afternoon/early evening?]

[Voice/Private - Filtered to Kohran]

If you have the time, I was hoping we might meet and discuss the different festivities of our cultures. I know I promised to speak to you of the Fire Flower Festival of my world, and now that it seems the season of events is over I had hoped to have the time to keep good on my promise. Do let me know when you are available, though I advise against evenings as those are when I make my rounds.

[Action/Open]

[Later in the evening, Ashura is out in the gardens over by the koi pond, sitting on the edge of the pond and watching the fish swim, enjoying their bright colors and the sheer zen of them. He had a small basket next to him that held tea and a few sweet things to go with it. He quite enjoys the crisp weather, though he is not looking forward to the turn into full winter and blistering cold (well, not blistering, but he's used to being in a muggy rain-forest type land, so, yes, winter counts as blistering cold).

And though he is enjoying the zen, is quite open to conversation. He tends to enjoy that more than zen anyways ~]

So how did everyone's dates go at the prom? [teehee] I realize it's long over by now, but I haven't had the time to ask, especially with all the new arrivals.

But I kind of miss it... I loved having the excuse to wear a really fancy dress. I wish I could wear dresses like that every day... [le sigh]



[well, time to finish setting up for Madoka's birthday party! it's a pretty modest affair in Orihime's house -- cake and cupcakes abound, with some little snacky sandwiches for anyone who wants less sugary food, and a few balloons and decorations. Yachiru made her a big decorated card and everything!]

[people who bonded with Madoka already are welcome to show up, and housemates Ukitake and Rapunzel are welcome to introduce themselves! Orihime kind of invited Yachiru and Madoka to stay with everyone.]

[ oh, marina asylum! good morning! a rather pretty pretty face is presenting itself in the communicator. it's a bit belatedly, but oh, well, right? the cheeks are round (a bit of remaining baby fat), eyes blue and pale, eyelashes extraordinarily thick and long—although, golden not black or brown—and hair honey in color, but a little unkempt. it's incredibly youthful, and girlish just as much as it is boyish and vice versa. for a brief moment, there's a really concentrated look, and then— ]

It's really personal to be able to know all of that—[ the break between speaking is very slight; the accent is british, light and airy, and a little more raspy than what's normal for him. (his throat is a bit raw, you see.) ] My entire life. If you're going to be so sodding personal about it, the least you could do is address me properly. It isn't, "Welcome, inmate," it's: "Welcome, the Earl Alois Trancy of Buckinghamshire."

[ this is clearly important. clearly. his face rises a little and he slides his eyes shut in what's supposed to look like offended dignity. acumen, you are such lowlife. ]

Oh, but perhaps we don't even need titles. Oh, no. Let's just do without them completely. [ it's funny, because there's a half-truth to this. for all his aristocratic and snobby airs, he really fucking hates nobles. legitimate nobles. people born with silver spoons in their mouths who act as though the world owes them everything, and isn't that a laugh? hypocrisy? oh, hell yes! but, he doesn't care. ] Addressing the Earl by 'Alois Trancy'—or, hell, even Alois alone should be dandy, shouldn't it? But, inmate is not acceptable.

If I'm to remain here the rest of my li—

[ there's a quiver in his tone, a choke. his teeth set, his eyes clench, and he swallows very, very hard. —alois arrived sometime during the night, and being easily prone to night terrors, he had not slept through it. he awoke and imagine his dismay, of course, when he found he was not in his own bed. the majority of the rest of the night and early morning, once arriving, was spent throwing the most massive tantrum.

he screamed, hollered, wailed, sobbed, and called out for claude—his butler—time and time again. 'Houheo taralna, rondero tarel' was chanted again and again and again, in throat ruining desperation. he wrecked his welcome basket and did his best to throw himself against a wall, because someone needs to be punished for keeping him from claude (he didn't walk away without a few bruises, either). it's been hours later, and claude still hasn't appeared. he is devastated and furious. and!, in spite of his needless complaining, he's teetering. poorly trying to keep himself together. to say he's 'calmed down,' is an overstatement. he's simply bitter. ]

... Life. The rest of my life, then you'll call me 'Alois,' at the very least. [ 'inmate' sounds like a thing and fuck that, if he's going to feel like an object again. ]

Oh—! Though, I have to tell you: this is my first time seeing the ocean! [ his voice pitches here. it's lilting, amused, like suddenly he's having a friendly chat. (yeah, what? this kid.) ] I always knew it would be beautiful, because it's so large and so fucking deep, [ oh, best brace yourself for crude language, too, ] but I hadn't imagined to what extent. A lot of things are really easy to imagine, but there's probably not enough room in our brains alone to comprehend all the things that can be found in the ocean. In a way, I suppose you could say, you've given me something I've always wanted.

It's true, it's my first time seeing it, and I always suspected when Claude would finally take me to the shore I would only get to see the surface. And, as far into it I'd go would be up to my shoulders. The surface is really lovely, too, though. How it sits so close to the sky, like they're kissing. I've seen it in paintings and I'm always so jealous of the ladies who are painted next to them. Rivers and lakes aren't as beautiful. They don't have that sort of blue. They're only green and dirty. 'Paint my portrait, too, Claude,' I've asked him, but we're always too busy and much too far from the seaside. From anywhere, really. I don't think I've been anywhere outside of Buckinghamshire in ... hum, well, quite a long time! [ he giggles a little, and the recording shows him rocking slightly. he's sitting upon some mats, doing his best to avoid exercising entirely, and kicking one of his legs with youthful enthusiasm. ] Oh, ahaha, I've almost forgotten. Of course you must have known all that. You watch very closely, don't you? I wonder, just what kind of 'artificial life form' you are, Mister Acumen? Should you be evaluating yourself for crimes, too?

—Ah. [ his eyes widen a bit, and he stills. his head cants. ] I'm really well taken care of, you know. Just what do you intend to have me do about food, and bathing, and dressing?



(bitty ooc note!: ack, i um. could be wrong about this...? feel free to correct me! but, as it's tuesday, i'm assuming alois is in sector six for exercise today. c: please, feel free to run into him or visit him or whatevs!)

[There's a short but noticeable pause, and Dist clears his throat before he at last speaks.]

The idea occurred...

[A sigh.] The idea occurred for a potential machine shop. Repairs and the like, but is there an interest or need for it? Would anyone need something made or fixed?

[The dome seems to have settled into a content lull after prom and not even Ryoji is immune - but curled up in the doorway of an empty bedroom, he turns on a feed regardless. He's looking a little more relaxed than normal, but his expression is thoughtful instead of filled with cheer.]

A person told me once - [believable, right?] - about these monsters he used to fight, but he didn't call them monsters. I don't believe he hated them at all, even though he had reason to. He thought was a kindness, to end their lives before they could gain enough self-awareness to realise they've been murdering people.

I never understood why he thought that death was the only right answer.

[There's your daily dose of cryptic, Marina. Complete with a side order of curious lies.

And for those not interested in that, he adds - ]

I hope everyone had fun at the promenade. It's always nice to make happy memories like that.

[As his face appears on the feed, little Ciel Phantomhive clears his throat, evidently about to say something important, hence the throat-clearing.]

After much consideration, I have decided to extend an invitation to all the homeless or home-seeking inmates of Marina to my manor in sector five. There is plenty of room within. [Plenty.] However, I do wish for an interview beforehand. I will not let just anyone to live here, so certain qualities must be fulfilled.

Please visit me at any time during the day if you are interested. Please note that I am highly interested in those who enjoy cooking, cleaning, gardening or all three. It is not required, however, to meet this criteria.

[Pauses, as if he's about to turn the camera off, but then he turns and offers a small smile to all of Marina. A very convincing one at that. He's been working on it.]

I look forward to your visit.

((OOC: If you had plans to shove your character into Ciel's manor, here's the place! If you're homeless and just kind of want a random place to stay, do it here! I'm willing to plot out OOCly and right here in the thread as well~))

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.)

The Host Club would like to extend a welcome to all the new inmates arriving today. [Have a polite smile.] We sincerely hope your transition into your new accommodations proceeds smoothly and efficiently.

If you find yourself interested in meeting your fellow inmates, there are several events upcoming that may be of interest to you.

Miss Kohran Li has assembled a Talent Show this evening to be held in Sector 4, featuring dancing, singing, and a variety of other talents. And tomorrow will be the Marina Academy's first promenade, to be held in the park in Sector 4. Formal dress is expected.

[And because no announcement is ever complete if it doesn't include an advertisment for the Host Club:]

For those of you planning to attend prom, the Host Club will be in the Athletic Complex if you should require basic dancing lessons, advice on the latest fashions, and anything else you might need to prepare for the upcoming event.

[And Kyouya + various other people will be at the athletic complex, ready to do what they do best.]

((ooc: Sort of spur-of-the-moment (sorry Host Club!) so current members needn't tag in if they don't want (we can always handwave or whatnot). Otherwise, general mingle post.))

[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.]

[Not only has Anise received a letter, she received a formal invitation to a dance and looks rather excited about it.]

Did anyone else receive an invitation to the dance~?

[Aka, who's invited so she knows who best to sucker into a date for the night. She'd prefer not to go stag.]

[The view is of a well-dressed man.

Well-dressed in his view. Eccentric might be more of what you would choose. Regardless, he is there, in his collared suit examining his communicator quietly.

His welcome basket had either been tipped over, or tossed on it's side; the food scattered everywhere. The picture frame was face-down, but the card and note were carefully off to the side, the card standing up and open. Everything else like the batteries was out of sight save the blanket; folded at his feet with the first-aid kit resting on top of it.

Currently, he's not really looking at the video feed, or listening to the audio; he's applying his own filters, having found the brochure most helpful on the...basic, functions of his communicator. There is an instance he stumbles, and clutches his mouth; but it passes without the man adding to the scenery in his own special way, and he resumes his work.

Bother him. You must.]

Ugh, this place is really lame. I mean, first time out of the mansion and this is where I end up? [ Luke stares at the courtyard, mulish expression plastered across his face. That's it, if he was going to live here, he was going to live here. ]

[ Standing tall on his chair, he propped one knee up on the table, turning on the device he had (surprisingly) not destroyed after waking up with a splitting headache. ]

Listen up. I am Luke fon Fabre and in the name of my Uncle, I claim this dome as a territory of the
Kingdom of Kimlasca! I don't care what you do, just don't cause me any trouble. You hear that?!

[ Plopping back down in his seat, Luke rubbed at his temples, forgetting the device was still on, and muttered. ] Man, this place really sucks…

((ooc: Sector 5 outside the cafe for the action if you want it! Also, Luke was pulled straight from the beginning of the game just after Luke's and Tear's resonance pulls them to Tataroo Valley. canon details, what are those ))

[hey, Marina. there is a tall, tan blond man in your pet cafe, and he is shocked. appalled! he has in his arms a pig-bunny-looking-thing and he holds it up to the communicator accusingly]

How can you guys resist this adorable face?!

I can't believe there are so many of them just -- languishing away here! Rappigs are social animals, people. They need love and attention! Your love and attention.

Come on. Where are my volunteers? [he transfers the rappig under one arm and puts his free hand on his hip, expectant]

[...yes, shockingly, you may find Peony in the pet cafe, fussing over the rappigs]

[Ion read the welcome message and even listened to some of the information. And then he figured out how to turn on the communicator. The boy you will be seeing might be familiar to some of you...but at the same time...something about the way he's dancing and grinning will probably strike all who knew this boy's replica as odd.

He's laughing so hard.]

Hey! Hey, this place... This place doesn't have the score! ...This place is...it's completely free! Ahaha...! How delightful! [Giggle.] It's great!

D-d-dammit!

[The voice coming across the feed is that of someone who's failing miserably at keeping his emotions under control.]

I... How am I supposed to stop St. Binah from falling from here?! How... how I am supposed to do anything?!

[It's not like he can argue with the voice that told him it was "best" for him to be here. That's probably what most people thought. Hell, that's what he thought, on some level. He'd wanted to make up for it so much, but obviously this... this "Acumen" thing or whatever had other ideas. And it was probably right... But... he still had a responsibility, didn't he? To make up for what he'd done!]

What am I supposed to do...? I... I have to go back! I can't just... forget about it!