[voice][closed to various]
17 June 2012 at 04:48 pm
[private to Black Order members]

[ someone sounds tired; subdued ] Don't know if anyone else is awake, but-- [ longish pause ] Allen's... gone. Yu an' Two-Spot, too.

[private each to Alma and Kitty Pryde (AoA)]

... either of you awake?

((ooc: With permission! Also, if the DF dispatcher on shift wants to weigh in or consider themselves informed, it's a-ok with me. And any hackers are welcome; he sucks at tech.))
Location: DF Headquarters / Late Night
[ action | voice ]
13 June 2012 at 09:41 pm
[ Something had happened a few days ago. Something had snapped. She felt free and a Diva should never, ever, hold her self back. What she wanted, she took. What she needed, she grasped.

This… politeness was done for.

So she simply ignored the network and the disgusting display of animal love and showed up on Miranda's doorstep. It's a shame she's not there, however, and it's a shame she had to break down the door. Her temper simply isn't the best today. Flicking through Miranda's things, she idly turned on the voice option, speaking… ]


You're not here; are you hiding? I had so much I wanted to say… But if it's a game you want, I'll play. It won't take me long. [ she laughed and cut the feed, snatching up a fluttering scarf from the dresser. It's time to go a hunting! ]


((ooc: Feel free to hit her up in action before she makes it to Miranda's apartment or answer her voice post directly. Everything after that is limited to the scripted parties. As previously discussed. If there's something you want to do or see before the end, please hit up my HMD or private plurk me. This is the end game for Diva. Thank-you everyone!))
[voice | Open]
11 June 2012 at 06:51 pm
So it's been about a week now, and I've lost a bit of totally unnecessary beauty sleep, but I finally think I've whipped this annoying new code enough that it's nice and malleable and in utter submission to yours truly. As far as it's concerned I'm a scantily clad goddess in tall boots. Is there anything more satisfying?

[pause for the rhetorical question, because no. No, there is not.]

And I know you're out there, fellow grey hats. My people~! Let this be my way of saying "hey baby, we should hang."

[She turns on a moderate encryption, something that anyone with decent hacking experience will easily slip by. Those with more hacking experience will find the encryption elegant and creative, for what it is. She's not after only the cream of the crop just now -- she's looking for buds, not a hack-war.]

[Voice // Encrypted at 30%]

Here we go, a nice easy one to get people in the door. If you slipped that mini-net then, Hi! I'm Penelope Garcia, blonde bombshell and supreme information goddess. I'd go into my turn-ons, but hey, enough about me.

Hit me with your name, rank, and your favorite OS, darlings.
video//late afternoon//170
07 June 2012 at 09:34 pm
[On any other day, Aidan would be in full-on Welcome Wagon mode right about now. That's not the case today and his usual sunny demeanor is nowhere to be seen, replaced by something a lot more subdued. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that it's not just his mood that has taken a blow - his face and neck are bruised, his lip still healing from a recent split and bandages are peeking out of the sleeves of his hoodie, hands wrapped tightly in stark white.

The worst can't be seen, but he's not making much of an effort to hide what is visible. This is video. He's not hiding.]


So... 's that time again, huh? New people comin' in? Guess I should say welcome or somethin', tell you this ain't such a bad place. [Pause. He can't really get into it.]

I've been thinkin' about somethin'... you know how people say it's important to make a good first impression? I guess that's somethin' we do here too, huh... bunch o' strangers, shoved together in a fishbowl. Criminals, if you believe it... an' still we make an effort to be all nice an' polite. An' sure, all of us ain't bad but... [Not finishing that sentence.]

What do you think, Marina? Can you trust first impressions as much here as you could at home?


Locked to Saya

... [Cancelled.]


Locked to Haine

Hey. We need t' talk.
[ voice ]
05 June 2012 at 06:29 pm
[The feed clicks on to the sound of a voice all but dripping in smugness. It belongs to someone who, apparently, has found no shortage of amusement with his current situation.]

Ahh, how scary! Trial? Conviction? How could someone like me, who's never done anything wrong in his whole life, be convicted of any kind of crime? [He chuckles quietly -– okay, maybe 'never done anything wrong' is a bit of an exaggeration.] And calling me “inmate”? So rude. I do have a name!

Really, though... what an interesting situation. To be pulled away from home so suddenly like that; it's disconcerting to say the least. But what's the use in lingering on what's already done, hm? There must be so much more to this place than this little.. ah, welcome lets on.

I'd like to know more. About everything. About all of you, whoever you are. There must be a lot of fascinating people here if this is indeed some kind of prison.. [He's getting more and more excited as he continues.] So many terrible people who've done so many terrible, terrible things. I wonder, do you feel bad about any of it, now that you've obviously been caught? Or do you still think you're just an innocent victim caught up in someone else's mess? I'd really like to know what you think~! [He starts to laugh, but cuts out a second or two later.]
one ♫ video ⇛ open.
04 June 2012 at 11:57 pm
[ quinn stares at the pamphlet for a moment, skimming the pages, then tosses it aside like it was a piece of trash she'd picked up by mistake. ]

If this is some sort of freshman hazing, I've seen better. [ like how the football team used to trap artie in the porta-potties. ] I've done better. [ things she'd rather not think about; that's not her anymore. ] I'm not impressed, and I'm not joining whatever sorority you're trying to recruit for. My answer's no, so you can let me out now.

I've got orientation in an hour and if I miss, I won't hesitate to turn you and everyone else involved in this to campus police.
[Video | Action]
04 June 2012 at 07:47 pm
[Hiling is resting up at the hospital today. Her surgery went well and she's already anxious to leave, but she'll be good and stay a while. She loves visitors.

The screen shows Hiling in her bed with bandages wrapped around her chest. She's looking a little less... flat today, and she's just so happy about it, she has to tell everyone.]


Sentience is the best! Guess what? I just got a boob job! See how nice? They're perfect. I can't wait to get these bandages off.
voice.
04 June 2012 at 08:30 pm
Hello – is there someone who can hear me? Is what the brochure in the basket said – is it true? We're considered criminals here?

[ She makes a quiet 'mm,' sound, acknowledging and pondering the situation all at once. ]

If that's the case… Is there anyone here who can tell me, have you seen a young girl with a pink ribbon in her hair, named Marlene? She might have had a boy with – [ You can almost hear the slight smile in her voice when she speaks. ] – light brown hair, a bit long, with her. They were with me, not too long ago... Surely, they could have been brought here, too... [ She's concerned, but also very hopeful. It's possible, right? Completely possible.]

I would be grateful for any information you could offer me! I need to find them as soon as I can. [ And then another thought occurs to her. Marlene and Denzel weren't the only members of her family there in the church with them. What if some of the people she knows are already here, and can hear her? ]

Barret? Are you here? [ And, of course... Though he's doing so much better than he was before, she is always concerned for his well being...]

Cloud?
[Video | Action to Roommates]
28 May 2012 at 07:54 pm
Pre-Video )

[Large brown eyes open, and a familiar, petite girl appears on screen. Only something's missing. A lot of something. Where long, thick hair once rolled past her shoulders, it's short, now, barely sneaking past the bottom of her chin. Sitting at a vanity in her room, she doesn't bother to draw attention to it. That isn't her reason for turning the device on.]

I've done a lot of thinking since I came to this place. It's cruel and unfair while treating everyone equal. We never know what to expect, either - whether it's an uprising or even chemical gases in the air. There's just no telling. But whether trying to escape or making this your permanent home, it's where we live for the time being.

That's why, I think it's good to protect what we do have here. Because what happens here is just as real as at home.

[She shakes her head]

Because I couldn't remember a good chunk of my time in Marina in the past, I've felt uncertain about a lot of different things. And even more confused and upset by actions at home, but - I think I'm finally beginning to figure things out.

[Eyes closing she draws a deep, peaceful breath.]

I know some people were effected negatively yesterday. To those of you who were, remember that today's a new day. Don't punish yourself for the past, and just concentrate on the present. In the end that's the only thing we have control of. I'll do the same, too. [A nod, before glancing back up into the screen, jaw set in determination.]

Suzuka-san, it's not too late to join the Defense Force, right? Lavi-kun - I promise I'll study for the next test. And Zero? Let's go get shio ramen together.

[OOC: Yuuki hacked off her hair. The majority of her icons won't reflect this, though (yet) so please bare with it! Had to use the current one though, because yay short hair!]
[AAAAAND...MINGLE!]
22 May 2012 at 11:52 pm
[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]


{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}
[ video | action ]
22 May 2012 at 10:35 pm
[ Diva stretched, one arm above her head as she stared at the bay window across from her bed with a speculative look in her eye, as she hummed a question. ]

Is it nice out there? It's so stuffy in here...

[ It only took a second for Diva to ease across the floor, fingers trailing along the back of a white wicker chair before they tightened. In an explosion of movement, she turned, hurling the chair straight for the window, eyes flashing blue as she let go and laughing, laughing as the glass shattered into a hundred pieces and more, falling... ]

Ah, that's better. [ and she leaned forward, suddenly there by the window in a lurch of movement too fast for the eye to see. All that's left before the feed ends is the sight of red blood dripping from the glass, Diva's hand sliding along a sharp, ragged edge.

So bright, so sweet... She almost had a hunger for it. ]

[ restless, needy, Diva won't stay long in her broken rooms. She'll travel, finding refuge in the pavilion she'd long since claimed her own. Stumble upon her at your own risk. She may, or may not, treat you kindly... ]


((ooc: Nothing major will happen to your character without OOC permission first. She's just as likely to walk away as she is to do lasting, major harm.
video ☠ no inhibitions event
21 May 2012 at 10:04 pm
I wish people were nicer.

[Sougo sighs.]

It would be nice if people would understand why I was upset when I was rejected from the Defense Force. They said it was only for the time being, but it's the closest thing to police work in this place. I'm supposed to do police work. It was the path I chose, and my sister was always very encouraging and supportive of me, even when it meant leaving her behind by herself.

I have to do it for her. Everything that happened to her is because of me, and this is how I can make it up to her.

[He starts to speak softer and more quietly, starting to trail off.]

I guess I just thought you should know... Not that I think anyone is listening, because everyone hates me, but I don't have anyone to talk to, and people always say talking about things is a good thing to do. I think it's stupid, though, because it doesn't change anything, and it won't fix what I let happen to my sister...
[video - open/ action - closed]
21 May 2012 at 05:54 pm
Just a curious little poll for my fellow dome dwellers, just kinda curious about something. I mean, if you've ever been to the computer lab in sector two you might've noticed the intranet set up. Not internet, of course, but it's something. Was wondering if anyone would use it more if it had some... better content? [Oh, she's thinking of a few things.]

... For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, you really need to be introduced to being online. And stat. I might even be able to hook you up sometime.


Action; closed to Cross )
[video | open]
10 May 2012 at 07:17 pm
[Sam smiles, looking more impish than usual. His voice is hushed as he speaks.]

In just a minute Dean is coming home, and I have a surprise for him. I thought there might be some others who wanted to enjoy it with me. And for the record, he has this coming.

[There's a click at the door as someone tries it only to find it is still locked and inserting a key instead. Sam shifts the viewing device to bring the door into the frame. It's aimed a little low, so you can't see the bucket that was carefully arranged above it, but you can see a sudden pouring of white chalk dust over Dean as he steps through the door.]

[ Dean stands there, white as a sheet and pursing his lips before he wiped the dust out of his eyes. ]

Sam, I really hope there's a good explanation for this, because either way, I'm gonna kill you.

[Sam is just laughing.] That's for the toothpaste in my shoes this morning.

(OOC: Sam and Dean will both be responding with a brief IC delay provided Sam lives.)
[video] open
07 May 2012 at 11:15 pm
[The world is upside down!

Actually it's just the camera angle. But it's focused on a certain blue and red superhero who is juuust pulling the mask down over his chin as the video feed starts to roll. You totally just missed seeing his face you guys. He gives the camera a little wave.]
Aloha.

Been meaning to get up here. View's preeeetty swell if you ask me. [Camera stuck to the side of the clock tower, Spidey moves out of the frame so the sight can be admired by all.] Great place to eat breakfast and chill. Meditate maybe, if it's your thing.

If you can get up here, of course.


Rogue, I'm free of the chain gang now so anytime you're free... I hear the lunch service up here is just as fantastic. You don't even have to tip.
PHASE=01 [Video]
07 May 2012 at 09:03 pm
[You may hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of computer keys being pressed. Or rather, what you may hear is a buzz of clicks that would be said keys being pressed at a ludicrous and frankly inhuman speed.] No way... there's no way any of this can be right--!

[As he's speaking, the video flickers on - it seems he's activated the feed without realizing it. A young man with shaggy-looking dark brown hair is hunched over a local computer terminal typing so fast that his fingers are quite literally blurs. Every so often, he'll pause and listen to the output on the communicator; it seems that he's trying to hack it - or something.]

[He's mumbling to himself.] Modulate the frequency to a shorter wavelength, maybe? No, if it's underwater, then there'd be too much signal degradation, and the encryption... but if this could operate in pulsed bursts then maybe it might have the power, and...

[A pause, and when he speaks his voice is louder, and more urgent.] Hello? Hello! Archangel, do you read me? Archangel! [Nothing. More rapid-fire typing.] Can anyone hear this? ZAFT, ESF, or Orb, please come in!

[Typity type.] Those channels aren't working, then... ah, personal communications, maybe? It's worth a try. [Typing!] Athrun, Cagalli! ...Lacus?

Can anybody hear me?
[Video//Action | Open]
05 May 2012 at 02:47 pm
[The convergence of the week's events had her already contemplating this, but it was Neil's injuries the other day that had Lacus refusing to quit until it was done. The church would reopen tonight.]

Cut for length, feel free to skip down to the video )

[Video: Open]
[At first, all the video shows are the stars, shining in the night sky. The camera turns to show the inside of the church from the entry -- it looks entirely different than before. Where there was once plain wood and candlelight there is now light and color everywhere. Not only the stained glass in the windows, but the walls painted in vivid, abstract murals, the altar and pews stained a rich cherry.]

[And on the wall where had once hung a crucifix, and a man from it, a vibrantly colored portrait, of sorts.]


It's finished. [Lacus finally appears on the feed, but not as you might expect. Her expression is stern and her eyes flat and grey, as though the light can't reach them.] We mustn't allow acts of terror to weaken us. That is the truest war any of us will fight.

[She blinks, once, her seriousness giving way.] I hope... [Her eyelids flutter and her eyes return to normal, reflecting the light once more. But they close again, her balance faltering.]

[The feed cuts off as she hits the floor. If anyone tries to call for her, she doesn't respond.]


((OOC: Action is totally open to any and all! Network replies will be answered after an IC time delay. No need to read what's behind the cut to respond, and I'm sorry for the tl;dr... /)_(\ ))
[Video | Action]
04 May 2012 at 01:13 pm
[Hiling is at the arcade, if the background noise from the games didn't make it obvious. She grins as she displays a new addition she just finished installing. The camera pans from the pilot's seat to the control panel to the screen which shows two mobile suits fighting.]

My little project is nearly complete. The simulator's already got data from a few mobile suits including my own, but I want more. Anyone who wants their mobile suit or equivalent added, come see me at the arcade and we'll get that programmed in. Or just come try it out.
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[Video | Action to housemates]
03 May 2012 at 07:25 pm
[Movement knocks the screen, the entire video shaking as it abruptly begins to record, everything a quick blur, the head piece hanging at awkward angle, as though half removed. Footsteps pound upon the ground, the hurried breathing of one out of breath coming in heavy pants

At last, he's cornered. Petite though she is, her aura is intimidating, drawn up so that despite her size, she seems to loom, a corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin. Fangs visible her tongue flicks out to moisten soft lips. Predator and prey is clear, positions set as the boy stares at the long haired brunette from within his corner. The hungry gaze of the girl unwavering, it remains fixed on him, her foot drawing a step closer toward his person.]


You thought you could run, but you should have known better, Yuuri-kun. [Head tilting, each step forward echoes upon the tiled floor, one foot after the other, pace unhurried.] There's no escape for you now.

[He laughs nervously as he tries pushing back against the unyielding wall.]

Y-Yuuki, aren't you being too serious about this? You can't really be this hungry. ....Right?

[She doesn't seem to pause, however, undeterred.] The chase really worked up my appetite. [One hand gliding to his chest, she gently presses her slender fingers against him, the movement light while her other hand lifts to slowly wind around his neck.]

Once I sink my teeth in, I'm not letting go. So prepare yourself...

[OOC: Yuuki is the purple, while Yuuri is the blue.]