[ Event: Summer Solstice Festival ]
29 June 2011 at 12:23 pm
[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]
♉ [Video/Open]
26 June 2011 at 07:11 pm
Uhhh, hey, everyone, who is currently staying here, not totally against their will or anything. [ >_> ]

I just have a question, uhh, that is purely due to my own curiosity, so it is your choice to answer, or, um, not, answer, it's okay if you don't.

What kind of races are people here? I've already spoken to humans! Which was r-really cool, and uhh, a canine that could speak as I do, which was uhhh, also very neat. But, I am just wondering what other species are here, besides trolls, and er, humans, and talking canines. I probably have already spoken to other things, not that, anyone is a thing, or anything like that.

But...yeah, that's it, heh.
[Action | Open]
22 June 2011 at 08:30 pm
[For some reason Saya's feeling energetic, so it's time for a different kind of training. Look up and you might see a lithe girl in a Japanese school uniform, leaping over rooftops, one to the other, though not effortlessly as you'll see from the forceful way she launches herself. In her hand is her sheathed katana, as if she's on her way to battle, although --]

[-- listen closely and you might catch a wisp of laughter in the air. No fighting, today.]

[Saya comes to the end of the line of rooftops and leaps from the edge, arms spread as if she's really flying. At the halfway point she backflips and lands feet first, falling into a crouch and then rolling once before coming to a stop. She's breathing hard, but -- smiling. She hasn't felt that free in a long time.]
[Action] Coffee shop goers, come one come all!
20 June 2011 at 09:09 pm
[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))
[ Video ]
20 June 2011 at 06:31 pm
[ Good morning people of Marina! You are greeted this fine day with one John Egbert snickering in the background and a screen full of a sleeping Vriska's face. Enjoy the veiw. It's about to go away and get infinitely funnier. This might be priceless. Maybe not. ]


[Away in the Land of Sleep and Bad Dreams Vriska was quite content in her slumber (even if it did cause her to kick out at whatever happened to be near her).

That is until John screams at her. She jumps up, hair mussed and eyes wide.]
What- What?!

[ And then he loses it, giggling. His bed is a mess because of her, though. ]

Hehehehe! Oh man, Vriska. You should see yourself right now. It's priceless!

[Rubs at her face with a hand and pushes her hair back from her eyes.] Shut up, John!

[Looks around, frowning.] Was I asleep?

[ The camera shakes a little. John is nodding. ] Yeah. You pretty much came in here about something then just I don't know. Crashed. Woke up on the floor about an hour ago.

But nevermind that. It's movie time!

[Narrows her eyes at him.] ... Is that thing on?


Oh my God turn it off!!!!!!!! [Reaches for it.]

No way! This is like Candid Camera goodness here! [ Leans away! ]

Give it to me, John! [Still trying to grab it from him!]

Hey! Careful I'm going to - [ Thud and the camera turns off. ]

[Victory >:::: )]
First uHH... [Action][Video]
07 June 2011 at 12:12 am
[Way to go Tavros you finally managed to figure out how to work that communicator, how about you use it now and find out what's happening?]

I uhh, am a little confused, as to what's going on, but I think the confident thing to do, would b-be to ask? I am in this new place, are there, uhh, other people here? Convicts? Or uhh, p-people like me that are unsure as to what they did wrong? Because I do not really do bad things, so, I am not sure why I am here, but I guess I had to do something wrong t-to be here, so, uhh, that might be why I am here...I like all these cute animals though, they are nice...

[The rambling is probably a little hard to get through, but Tavros seems to shut up, waiting for some sort of response as he digs through the basket some more. Hey, maybe that feline close by would like a pretzel?]

[He tries to coax a cat over to him.]

[It's not really working... Probably a good thing to, Tavros is a little allergic to cats...]
WeLcOmE tO tHe DaRk CaRnIvAl [Action // Audio]
06 June 2011 at 06:33 pm
[There's a brand new troll roaming Marina's hallways, having just left "his" room, barefoot, a blue cat-hat and his communicator headset on his head. He sways whimsically as he walks, his arms thrown out to the side as if for balance. A light flashes on the headset, indicating that it's broadcasting, and with each step he takes...]





[dream event | open]
30 May 2011 at 04:34 am
[You hear the rain first. It's always a constant here.

It falls in light sheets, but you pay it little mind as you hasten your pace through the ruined land around you. Your armor is built for the rain and you hardly notice it now. It's a gray and depressing landscape around you, but it's all you've ever known. Or is it? Somewhere in the back of your mind are blue skies that you can't imagine ever finding here.

You're following something, but you're not sure what. An animal. A cat. A small gray feline with one white ear and a collar with bells. You can't see it now, but you hear them jingle off in the distance.

You can't remember your goals, but you're certain that if you just keep following it they'll become clear to you.

There are ruins in the distance. That's right. Coordinate 136. You think perhaps you hear a melody on the air for a moment and an image flashes in your mind of painted horses slowly carrying you in a circle, but then all of that is gone as well.

You should transform. Your other form will get you there much faster. But something just won't let you. So you keep running.]
003: Plagiarism? Certainly not. [voice]
26 May 2011 at 09:54 pm
Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.
24 May 2011 at 12:13 pm
That lantern show last night...

[There's a long, considering pause here, as though he's looking for the words to describe the depth of his feelings...]

... You know, I had to watch a turdweasel run about a place where fireflies were trapped under a blanket of tumultuous cloud, winking their asses on and off like some kind of desperate, obscene insect bucket show. I had fucking flashbacks to there. That's what that reminded me of.

[Now there's the sound of his feet stamping along the ground.]

Speaking of bucket shows... Wow. Why the fuck does a computer care who pukes what into whatever receptables a fucking drone comes waddling up to their door with? It's not like it couldn't just incenerate the genetic fluid if it didn't want breeding.

Of course, maybe it's just been a stalwart bustfuck about it so that prisoners can spend more time bitching about bodily autonomy than actually... oh, I don't know, looking for a way out. Kind of a good trick, actually. Simple, but motherfucking effective nonethefuckingless.
[Event] Night of Floating Lanterns
20 May 2011 at 08:18 pm
[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]
04 May 2011 at 10:25 pm
[His voice is soft, inquisitive, and free of any expression of pain. That wound this morning may as well have never happened.]

What is in a name? Sounds. Letters. Identity. Reputation. Expectations. Limits.

Would you rather defend your name or your life? [a pause] Provided you had the skills in which to do so.

[He wonders if Sasuke is awake now, listening.]

{OOC: He is hiding away cauterizing licking his wounds in private so Kitty certain people won't find him.}
[voice/action open]
04 May 2011 at 07:13 pm
So what's up with the stupid rainbow? It seems reeeeeeeally fucking pointless, as does the new influx of idiots coming in today. Like, the majority of them seem a little soft in the thinkpan, ahahahahahahahah!

[MEANWHILE- someone has discovered the arcade! Vriska is beating all the levels in all the games, all of them! Currently she is playing a shooting game, her hair tied up on the back of her head.]

Take that, grubsucker!
03 May 2011 at 03:33 am

[There's one very baffled blue-haired demon staring into the communicator.]

Dis ain't right...

Have I been out for very long? Where's Sera? Sentience? You still here, sis?

...Who done went and moved me??

((ETA: Ack! Gotta run! I'll get to replies later.))
06 December 2010 at 05:12 pm
[ When the feed starts up, it begins, not with jostling or jouncing about (the actions already carried out and exhausted prior to recording, thank you), but with the image of a young man's face. It's not a very impressed face, with his expression wavering somewhere between curiosity, mild wariness, and a careful neutrality. The tattoos and markings that span his face pulse with a faint, agitated glow. ]

Who can tell me more about this place?

[ A pause, and his brow furrows a little more, caution giving way to mild irritation, a hint of disapproval, and then into something very close to frustration, perhaps anger. From somewhere beyond the screen, there comes a rattle of what could only be chains. ]

I'd like to know the whereabouts of my companions, and if possible, how to remove these things.

[video | open]
03 December 2010 at 09:03 pm
I need help.

[Any heartattacks? Conrad? Yuuki? Jennifer? No? Good. Moving on.]

I can't tell if this milk is still good. Can someone else smell it?
voice; open to action
23 November 2010 at 03:07 am
[ it's a half-sleepy voice on the system here, with the slur of one who's spent a little too much time out of sleep's embrace.

he knows he's really pushing it if he can think on poetic junk like that. ]

This place 's still as charming as ever.

[ a pause, as if considering this next bit. ]

I can't remember where m' room is. We still allowed to pick 'n choose, or is Ac'men-san makin' us ask persimmon now? [ another pause. ] Permission.

(ooc: open to action for those around the shelter area.)
[action | open]
16 November 2010 at 02:31 pm
[New clothing? What is this?

Cielo isn't used to the temperature being this cold without an ice spell being involved. It doesn't bother him too much, but he prefers it warmer all the same. As such, he's taken Acumen's advice and added a few layers.

He... might have gotten carried away.

He'll be roaming merrily through the park if you want to say hello. ...And if you can recognize him under a couple coats, three scarves, earmuffs, mittens...]
03 November 2010 at 02:29 am
[Russell heaves a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He looks stressed out, worried, and tired because he hasn't gotten much sleep lately.]

Is anyone here a doctor? Fletcher's sick.

[He doesn't trust the machines, not with his little brother. No way. And Fletcher's not in danger of dying immediately (... at least he really really hopes) so he'd rather wait for and get some human help.]
02 November 2010 at 11:46 pm
[Cielo is dressed like a tree. Yes, that's right. A tree. His clothing is various colors of brown, and he's tied fake leaves up in his dreadlocks. Despite this, he's facing the camera with a serious expression.]

Everyone's still alive out dere, ja? You know, I said I'd come if you called on me when sumtin' like dat happened. It's hard to find everyone when you don't.

[That and the chance to hunt for real is a bit of a distraction...]