[ 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.))

[good evening, Marina! As the artificial sun cruises on towards the artificial horizon and the shadows begin to lengthen, someone has finally finished setting up a small table outside of a lovely home in Sector 4. On the table, several different kinds of autumn vegetables, including beets, carrots, turnips, and and cabbage, are carefully arranged. The garden, seen behind the table, takes up what was once the large front lawn of the house. Around the base of the table sit a collection of ripe, orange pumpkins (of course).]

[WV is standing behind the table, wearing a beaming smile despite his arm still bandaged in its sling. He addresses the communicator:]

Greetings, fellow denizens of this prison! My garden was first begun and subsequently tended to in an effort to lead a more self-sufficient existence. I trust that you will all be inspired by its successful Earth cool-season yield. Please, do visit and admire the vegetables, and select some to consume in your homes.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 137th day of the third generation.

The weather in the dome today will be seasonally-appropriate for autumn: cool and clear. You may wish to take this time to admire the autumn colors before leaves begin to fall. [And the bots skitter around with tiny rakes and leaf-blowers to clean them up.]

Inmate Subaru Nakajima, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[Well, Marina, have a Ventus on the screen. He's sitting on the balcony of the apartment he shares with Aqua, fingering a green star shaped amulet in his fingers with a small leather strap hanging down.]

So, does anyone else out there have a lucky charm? I've never really met anyone else that has one, so I was curious what everyone else uses. Or, I guess it doesn't have to be a lucky charm, just... you know, something that helps you get through the tough times. I guess that's kind of like a lucky charm, right?

[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?

[ video on, and you're staring up at Yuri's face as he fiddles with his comm. he notices the video is working after a beat, and then -- grins into it. ]

Hey. The name's Yuri Lowell, if we haven't met. Just thought I'd give everybody a little heads-up -- Brave Vesperia is now open for business.

[ he steps back out of view and it's clear that he's claimed a little bit of Sector Three for himself, a small storefront with big picture windows. "Brave Vesperia" is hung up over the door, a bot-made sign. he's had some help with setting up. ]

((ooc: Wondering what Brave Vesperia is and why you should care? Ask away! Yuri will gladly use more words once he sees they're necessary. X3 Reply by video or feel free to notice him setting up if you're in the area. Or Flynn.))

[For those that know Hokuto the scene will be an unfamiliar one. There are clothes on the bed and floor, precious outfits that are now wrinkled, disarranged and no longer coordinated. Worse yet it seems that the drawers match as well with several articles of clothing hanging out of each and nothing hidden.

Hokuto seems to twitch for a few moments not saying anything as the anger seems to build. Almost distorting the area around her when she finally burts, hopefully you weren't still trying to sleep. If so maybe her twin will apologize because she won't be doing it.]

It's one thing to take what doesn't belong to you but to touch a girl's clothes and leave them like this. . . IT'S UNFORGIVABLE!

I realize that theft is a crime and that we're in a prison, but this this is a million times worse than just taking something. And whoever did it deserves to die a million times over!

[The feeds end with her picking up an artcle of clothing and throwing it angryly.]

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.)

[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 132nd day of the third generation.

A reminder that inmate Jeanne Francaix is arranging a Promenade on behalf of the Academy this evening. Please direct concerns or requests to the appropriate party. In an attempt to allow as many inmates as possible to attend the Promenade, newly arrived inmates will not be required to perform their scheduled chores this afternoon and evening. In addition, those new inmates who had been scheduled to have their restraints for two days will have them removed this evening, before the Promenade. Inmates with more serious crimes will not be released from their restraints early.

The dome is now preparing for autumn. Again, please take that into consideration as you complete your summer activities.

Inmates Jeanne Fránçaix and Felicia Tayber, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0. Inmate Danielle Harrington, the items you requested are now available in the library.

[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.]

[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.]