[Caroline's sitting with a pile of clothes in front of her. She's got her priorities straight, okay? You need to have good clothes to make a good impression. And Caroline need clothes like she needs air. She smiles at the camera and looks cheerful despite the circumstances.

But a bored Caroline can be a dangerous Caroline. She needs things to do or she needs gossip.] So... what's fun to do around here? I mean are there parties or dances or... bars? Tell me things.

[Here, have a very peeved Caroline. She doesn't like being kidnapped. At all. Been there, done that but at least she's not in a cage or some sunlight tortue dungeon, and she's not being shot at. Her voice is deceptively sweet as it is firm but her frown speaks volumes as well.] Look, Klaus. I'm grateful for the whole saving my life thing but... I never said I was ready to go 'see the world' or anything.

And no matter what you think, kidnapping is not romantic. [She's wrinkling her nose] Not even when it's to some underwater hotel.

If this is what it means to be imprisoned for criminal activities, aren't we a lucky bunch? Granted, the last two days was a bit of a buzzkill, but now that I'm one iron ball chain lighter... Seriously? Comfy rooms, endless entertainment, free food and drinks?

Not exactly anything to complain about. [ The lack of a familiar face around here though kind of really sucks. Damon's also worried about Elena back home (and he has no idea what to think about that whole 'he's been replaced by another version of himself' nonsense), but since there's no getting out of the facility anytime soon, he might as well get to know his fellow inmates -- see if anyone strikes him as interesting or worthwhile enough to get to know. ]

Or am I missing something? What's the catch?

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[The feed remains on audio and white noise for about a minute. Maybe some quiet humming. Gathering her thoughts? Who knows. But when the video flicks on, it's smiles and rainbows and sitting in a tree. BEST IDEA.]

What was that name... Seisette! We're having a housewarming party, okay~? ☆ Hmmm... How's the day after tomorrow sound? That's plenty enough time to get everything ready! Go invite a few of your friends over!

I promise to keep it small~ ♥

[Filtered from Minako]
[Silence as the filter flicks on. Then... HIHIHIHI] ...I lied. ♪

Who likes a party with only one or two people, hu~uh? So lame! Everyone who has the ears to hear this is invited! Be as loud or unruly as you want~! Property damage is absolutely okay! Fire extinguishers prohibited!

The only rule I have to put down is to bring your own snacks. Oh! And keep it a secret! I need to make sure she doesn't know, ri~ight? That takes all the fun out of the surprise~

Excuse me, but...what exactly is this?

[Arianna's holding up a small but odd-looking little bag. Those in the know might catch on that it's actually a gris-gris charm.]

If this is an attempt to mark a claim on a house, I'd advise writing a note instead. Or was I misinformed and only certain kinds of people are allowed to live in each of the sectors? [This is all said politely in case she's jumping to conclusions, but it's obvious she isn't pleased.]

[True to his word, Ushiro packs up his stuff. It's not a lot - mostly some books and notebooks and pencils, with a few changes of clothes. It's easy enough to find a box to put them in.]

[He drags the box with him, managing to wrestle it down the stairs, and manages - with a number of breaks - to get to the shelter. He pushes it inside, and then flops down in a chair, leaning on the box. Soon enough, he's fallen asleep.]

[Someone want to wake him up?]

[Caroline's sitting outside the convenience store, with a ton of shopping bags piled haphazardly around her. The pile they're making is towering over her, no lie.]

You know, I like vacation just as much as the next girl, but when you spend weeks shopping and doing nothing you kind of go crazy. I know I am. Which is hilarious, because I used to think that if I could shop forever I'd be the happiest person alive. What was that again - too much of a good thing really sucks? Because it really, really does.[Sighs, and casts a glance over her towering monstrosity of bags.]

How am I going to get all of this home?...

I wonder what it takes to have some fun around here. You'd think an underwater, interdimensional prison would have a lot more going on besides pathetic attempts to celebrate holidays and meaningless questions.

Or maybe I'm giving everyone too much credit. After all, if you want something done right -- [a loud crunching sound.] -- then you can't depend on rehabilitated criminals to do the job for you.

[D'oh. Restless, obnoxious, might-just-want-to-be-in-your-space Damon is crawling around sector one.]

( private to caroline )

Hello! Goodbye! Don't cry over spilled milk! Stay in school!

I received a couple packages the other day, one of them from a my~ster~ious person. Uwah, mysterious person, I must be ever so special to receive something from you! Maybe it was someone who wanted to be my Valentine, but was too shy to come forward. How cute. Be still my heart!

Yawn. Is the soap opera over yet? If you ask me, everyone could use more special effects and sci fi! Put on some dramatic background music!

Let's play a game called, "Guess how many people are going to come scold me!"

It's okay if you want to scold me. I don't mind~. It's not my energy being put to waste, after all! To be frank, it flatters me when people care enough to try, as if it will really make a difference~.

It won't.


Eh, Josak. I guess I should say... Thank you.

[ so, here it is. the first -- of what he hopes will be many -- meetings between the vampires of Marina and those who would hunt them. Suzaku is very tense while he waits for their guests to arrive, drinking his tea without really tasting anything beyond the heat.

please go well, he thinks. because it has to. it really has to. ]


((ooc: Vampires who were invited by Yuuki and hunters who were invited by Zero, come on down! Don't worry if you didn't get an invite, because future meetings will be open to all youz guyz. Standard event post rules apply, tag to show up and then threadjack like crazy, but remember that Suzaku, Zero, and Yuuki will be trying to keep the peace, so if a fight starts, assume one of them is going to intervene and give them space to do so. Thanks!))

((ooc #2: This is the meeting thread; you should reply here to give your character's vote on Suzaku's issues and to propose your own issues for discussion. IM me for questions at suicidalchime!))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Damon: a letter from Caroline.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Mileina & Joshua

[Short mail route is short Given her rather light load today, PM finds herself with a lot of extra time on her hands. Over her extremely healthy dinner of microwave french fries with mustard, she decides to head over to the library for some studying.]

[The hard-shelled mail lady spends some time wandering the stacks, pausing now and then to stare blankly at the spines before selecting a book at seemingly random. Once PM has accumulated a nice little collection, she settles cross-legged in a chair to she flip delicately through the pages with her stubby claws.]

[Feel free to tag her at any point from the route or in the library.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 107 go here!]

[It's nerve-wracking, Yuuki has to admit. Of all the days for her to be out and about it has to be the most hectic. Flipping her rich, mahogany, hair out from her spring jacket she walks purposefully, up right and straight. She's determined, regardless of the anxious feeling lingering within the pit of her stomach.

If she's going to convince anyone to attend this meeting and prove that it is worth their time without becoming alarmed, then she has to be able to present herself. Really, she's not sure the best way to go about it but this isn't about her. It's about everyone. The only way she knows how to move forward is to be up front and direct and tell the individuals face to face in person. Otherwise she isn't going to gain a favorable outcome or gain any support for an idea that has the potential to help others if it's executed correctly. Regardless, though, she's sure it isn't easy. Funny how now of all times she misses her blonde haired companion It's times like this he would be stuck to her side in the absence of her brother. It's bitterly true, what they say. She's learned over and over again that you never really know what you have until it's gone.

She closes her eyes and gives a small shake of her head. He's back home, though, and that's all that matters. More importantly, she has her mission. With each step forward she watches and listens attentively; sensing for the presence of others. Usually it's something she cares little about, but not today. She hopes everyone is home. With the arrival of all the new inmates she's sure her day is going to be that much busier. It's to her advantage, though, she thinks wryly with a faint grin, that her audience only consists of individuals like her.

After all, the most likely place to find a vampire during the day is at home.

Approaching the residence nearest her she stops before the door. Raising a small fist, she finally knocks.]

(OOC: Yuuki is visiting the vampire residences! If you want your vampire character to go to or be aware of the meeting coming up please post in here! It's perfectly fine to hear her out or slam the door in her face. Others are free to come across her while wandering around all of Marina. ^^)

[ Action | Closed | Early morning ]
[ It was just past the crack of dawn when Ashton left the shelter, making a beeline for the building Conrad said he had set aside for Diva. That sounded a bit much, because surely no one needed that much space... right?

He didn't question it, and his steps carried him straight to the front door with an urgency he couldn't place. This went beyond just thanking her for helping him-- no, for saving his life. Ashton genuinely wanted to see Diva. As a bonus, he thought, he'd like to know if she was happy to see him doing well. If that pleased her, it would be enough for him... ] Diva, are you home? [ He called out as he knocked. ] It's me, Ashton.

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[ Action | Open | Midday and onward ]
[ Ashton needs to pack. His apartment in Sector 2 has a lot of tiny things strewn all about, and he doesn't have many clothes. He won't need the furniture -- his "workshop" will come later. He will be making periodic trips to the store for boxes, tape, and... a microwave burger dinner or two ( because everything in his fridge expired). Strangely? The food does little to sate his hunger, but it is at least does its best to fill him up.

He pauses by the mailbox in front of his apartment complex. Ashton stares at it, unable to reconcile the image of the bent-and-broken mailbox with the now fully repaired one. There is no stain on the grass or the sidewalk -- where his blood had been spilled. And yet he still knows. He knows exactly (what he's been told) happened on that spot, and he can feel the memories somewhere in his mind. Then he glances up at the third floor balcony, a chill running down his spine at the thought that his hands slipping from that railing was all it took to--

No. Best to forget that. He has two years of new memories to sort through; surely one traumatizing evening in Marina can wait until later... ]

[video on to a familiar/unfamiliar face! he is smiling pretty cheerfully. if you know Fuuma, you know this guy. if you're one of the first inmates, you might know this guy! and if you're from TRC-- well]


Has anyone seen a sentient flying carpet around here? I think I got distracted for a minute, and it must've wandered off.

We were just getting to be friends!

Oh shit... Oh shit man, this is NOT good!

Oh god damn. Goddammit, Ryoki.. Why did you have to-

[Leo stops and is silent for two or three minutes. Then, he leaps up (as best as he can, restrained) from where he's been sitting down and begins shouting.]

HEY. WHOEVER THE HELL'S IN CHARGE OF THIS PLACE!

Don't I even get like a trial, or a lawyer, or something!? THIS IS BULLSHIT YOU BASTARDS! You can't just throw me in some weird ass place like this and leave me here!!

HEEY!!

[The communicator shows grass, the early morning park, and the corner of a basket, but no people. Still, there's a voice coming through the communicator.]

Hey! Can anyone hear me? Hello?

Is this even working… probably not, but what the hell.

[There's a bird's screech, and the corner of the basket moves a little.]

How the hell am I supposed to hunt with this thing on?

[Damon's a jerk and he deserves to know that Katherine's just like him. Caroline's spent the whole day chanting that particular statement in her head. And with what Damon said to her before, she's ready to believe it. Jerk.]

[but if she actually believed it - she wouldn't be having such a hard time swallowing it down would she? she wonders what Elena would say. Her best friend would disapprove for sure. treating Damon like an idiot and telling the truth to his face just like that. even though he deserves it.]

I can't believe I'm doing this. [she folds her fingers nervously over the bag of blood she swiped from the fridge earlier. It would serve as her peace offering! Breathes] Remember Caroline. Even if he's really, really annoying, you can't punch him in the face.

[and with that, she puts her hand up and rings the doorbell]

[In a very large room in the Education Center, there is a backdrop of reds, whites, pinks, and....browns? Yep, browns, in all shades, shapes, and sizes. If chocolate is your thing, this might just be heaven for you. Everything you could ever want or need to make that perfect one of a kind Valentine's Day chocolate is right here, waiting for you. Scattered around the room are all of the [non-hiatused] Host Club members, handsome and well-dressed as always, prepared to cater to your every whim.

Won't you come join them?]

( ooc )

[On the heels of her stubborn decision that she needed no help and would go after Diva by herself no matter what, Saya finds herself sorely in need of practice. Having her old sword in her hand, the red gem that was once part of her father glowing from the base of the shining blade, brought her no comfort. She felt sick.]

[But there wasn't time. Diva had made another Chevalier; if Saya didn't stop her there would soon be an army. So she unsheathes her sword, omitting the blood infusion for this practice time, and begins.]

[Her form is mediocre, rusty skills being another consequence of her long sleep. She stares at the training dummy across the dojo and pauses, blinking. It would be easy to carve that up, but Diva and her Chevaliers would hardly stand still and wait to be defeated by the blood-tinted edge of Saya's blade.]

[She missed Haji. And, after a few passes which don't feel quite right, she begins to wonder if perhaps she could use some... not help of course, but. Advice? ...Something.]