[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!}
[ action ]
22 May 2012 at 09:14 am
[Oz has a date, kind of, not really, but yeah, maybe, a friend date. Rogue and he are meeting at the beach. He hasn't run into anyone yet today so he has no idea that he has no wall between what goes through his mind and what comes out of his mouth today. But once he does figure that out, it should be interesting. So with his hands in his pockets, he's walking toward the beach with his eyes intently on the ground as he walks. Anyone is free to run into him between here and there or between there and here.

And once he gets there, he hopes to find Rogue. Friendly faces are good to spend time with.
]
[Video|Action|Text // open to all ]
07 May 2012 at 07:53 pm
[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]

[He begins a videofeed: ]


Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.

However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?

[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]
[Video | Open]
30 April 2012 at 06:34 pm
Um... good morning! [She looks nervous, but smiles and continues on.] My name is Anew, and I'm one of the people who had volunteered to take over Miss Jennifer's cooking class at the school. But it seems like my partner isn't here right now, so I thought I'd ask if anyone else was interested.

Let's see... there's really not much in the way of requirements, just someone who has experience cooking and enjoys it and wants to teach others simple recipes.

And -- if anyone is waiting for the class, I promise it will get going soon! I'd really like to hear any ideas for what to start with, if you have any. I hope it will be a useful class for people.

((OOC: the position is not first-come first-served, so no worries about tagging in late! Anew will consider all people who are interested and I'll poke the person or people she chooses after everyone has had a chance to tag in. o/ ))
[ closed action | angel + faith ]
28 April 2012 at 08:29 pm
[ she'd finally gotten out of her ridiculous restraint, and being a sometimes-obsessive, sometimes single-minded slayer, faith took the opportunity to track angel down. this was not going to be something they did over the network, not with the tone he'd used.

so, when she's assuming he's least expecting (which was hard to tell with angel; just when you think you have the upper hand with him, he's flipping it around) she corners him. leans against the nearest leaning-thing with a smirk on her face.
]

Free as a bird. The old school way, like you all wanted. Gotta say; bathroom use? Way easier.

[ she's trying to be as loose-limbed and carefree as usual -- let that excuse her really weird ice-breaker. she's trying to not act as nervous as she is. something's up, and he had serious voice. not a good combo, in her book. ]

So what's the deal?
vii → voice | open.
06 April 2012 at 02:15 pm
[ he seems to be answering this question a lot lately, so might as well give all future questions an answer in a one fell swoop via PSA. ]

I am not an angel. My name is Angel, but it's just a name. No halo, no wings, no time spent in heaven. Stop asking.
video | open
03 April 2012 at 08:49 am
[ Being locked up is one thing; being restrained just makes Faith's skin crawl. The fact that okay, yeah, she's kind of totally dangerous doesn't escape her but the problem here is she's usually the target of other dangerous things. Which means having a giant heavy ball attached to her leg makes her way more vulnerable. So the grunting and wheezing should be unsurprising as she tries to yank the chain off of the ball. ]

You think this is gonna help? Seriously, I get it. Normal prison wasn't cutting it, so you pull me out and dump me here. Fine, great. Three squares and a weird headset? All kosher. But this? [ She punctuates that by chucking the welcome basket away with a sneer. ] Ain't gonna cut it -- can't chain me up and dump in some graveyard like old times. I'm only declawed for humans, let's get it straight.

[ Though...now that she's looking around this place is pretty scarce for a graveyard. ]

Okay, what the hell is this? Whack-a-vamp? [ Stiiiiill trying to disable the old ball 'n' chain, here. ]
action
13 February 2012 at 03:58 pm
[ well, it's a nice day today. all moved in to a big house, which is a -- really, really weird feeling, not gonna lie. he's got a patrol to do, and a lot of cooking to get done before Flynn can think to try, but that's fine. seems like it'll probably be a pretty quiet day.

oh, little does he know.

he'll be over at Brave Vesperia HQ in the afternoon; in the morning, you might find him in his shiny new house in Sector 5, and you can also find him hanging out in the arcade or maybe just idly scouting out the fight club's arena. come one, come all! ]


((ooc: RNG for the kind of bot that catches you with Yuri, but I'm up for anything! He will be cool about it, and a pretty good kisser. ♥))
action
13 February 2012 at 03:51 pm
[ today is the day when Kanda will hate his life. oh so very much. and then, with more perspective, he will hate your life -- and possibly attempt to end it.

where can you find him? well, he might be gardening, tending to the plants in one of the many open spaces around the dome -- or he might be in the athletic complex's training hall, meditating. ]


((ooc: RNG for the kind of bot that catches you with Kanda, but I'm up for anything! Just as long as you don't mind a little violence afterward. :D))
[mingle] Mistletoe Bots
13 February 2012 at 04:14 pm
[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)
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[voice|video|night]
12 February 2012 at 01:24 pm
[ Video flickers on. First blocked by a fleshy pink palm, and then blacked out until the image adjusts. It's dark out and whoever's recording must be drunk, or freshly woken up on the curb of a multi-dimensional prison. The view swings away from the dark outline of a ball & chain to the front of a torn and bloody cardigan.

No guns. No swords. No hood. Not a single red-haired trouble maker in sight. ]


Really.

I hate Colorado.
[action; voice; open]
09 February 2012 at 03:03 pm
[ today in the park area of sector 4, one can find a certain redheaded witch who is currently figuring out that there's a cap to her magic. and she doesn't like it. ]

What? I can't- But that's not even a big spell!

[ oookay trying something new, then. she tries a barrier-

nope, nosebleed. she stops as her head starts spinning and she falls to the grass below her. ]


Can I not do anything here?

[ determined to figure out if it's ALL of her magic still or just part of it, she tries levitation. oh, well, that works, for all the good it'll do her. she just keeps sitting there, face turned down in what could pass as a sulk. this bites.

eventually, she turns on the voice feed. ]
Has anyone else had trouble with their natural powers here? Even after the ball-and-chain thing?
[Video | Filtered // Action | Open]
09 February 2012 at 12:14 am
[Anew's in a corner of the library with a bunch of books spread out in front of her. Totally normal, right? Except that she's practically hyperventilating.]

[If you get a peek at what she's reading, you might see a few strange images that have sort of a theme. Her eyes are as wide as they can possibly be as she reads what is apparently a book about someone named May Cutler.]


Oh my goodness -- this is impossible!

[Video | Filtered from the Dylandys]

[Sorry Dylandy brothers but she's not trying to upset Lyle! And they can [action] if you want to!]

I -- I think I need some help. I didn't know being a wife was so... [she presses a hand to her mouth as if she's feeling ill, which given her expression is entirely plausible.]

I don't even own any pearls!
[video | open to action]
06 February 2012 at 10:06 pm
[A video post engages and all that is immediately visible is Roy's face - and he looks somewhere between disgruntled and slightly amused, his red hair tousled and a little dirty, a wry smirk at the corner of his mouth.]

Okay, I get it. Roy's a jailbird. Again. Thanks universe, that's really funny.

[He sighs and shakes his head a little.]

I know the basic drill about jail and all, and I got the gist of the rules from the pamphlet and stuff. This place is even one heck of a lot better than the last hole I was in, but I still got a few questions. For example, official rules are one thing. What about the unofficial ones? Anyone want to fill me in on the taboos and all that before I run into them the hard way? Knowing my luck, first thing I'd do is piss off the resident big bad and get my butt beaten in again.

Anyone want to help a guy out?

[A pause, and he looks a bit rueful.]

And uh, yeah, as a side note, I know this is pretty freaking unlikely considering where I am and probably why, but are there any ways I could get a call to the outside world? Or home or whatever? I mean, it's not like I'm in a third world country this time, don't I get a phone call?
[voice]
06 February 2012 at 10:19 pm
[ tired sound, followed by a "mrf" ]

Always manage t'forget how loud it is on newbie days. [ sound of rustling pages; mildly ] Someday I'll learn to turn the damn communicator off.
[Accidental Video? | Action]
01 February 2012 at 04:34 pm
[Leaning forward, hands on hips, Yuuki's eyes narrow as she stares, unimpressed, at one of the horses within the new stables. It's a tall, beautiful, sleek white mare. Thus far it's been the star of the day. It's beautiful, there isn't any denying that. And even if she doesn't know much beyond the basics when it comes to horses, it's clear this one is fit and in perfect shape.

Even still, she appears doubtful as she stares long and hard at the creature.]


You're not fooling anyone, you know.

[Which isn't fair. Not entirely. Even she's aware of that somewhere inside her. She speaks, as though it's perfectly normal and has a shared past with the creature before her.]

You can pretend to be innocent all you like, but I know what you innocent, pretty white horses are really like.

[ The only one she's truly familiar with is the most temperamental, bad-natured, insufferable horse imaginable. She won't forget the day it wounded her pride, and then kicked her.

... Right in the bottom. >///< ]


I'll take my chances on that black stallion across from you any day.
[Gamewide Mingle]
29 January 2012 at 07:27 am
[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]
[Video | Action | Filtered from Aidan] Forward dated to sometime after dark
27 January 2012 at 01:05 am
[Sometime after sun down, once Helix has successfully planted his little gift and escaped Axel. Helix decides it's high time to get the show on the road. The red head is probably still looking for him, so he's in a nondescript area for this. He's got a small window of time, best get the actual threat out before they find his little bomb. So Marina, you're greeted with the familiar blue visage.]

Greetings Marina. I have a public service announcement. [He seems serious yet very nonchalant.]

If I were you, I'd stay a good... [Pause to consider.] 200 feet--give or take--away from the Defense Force Headquarters. Unless you want to end up in tiny chunks splattered all over the sector.

There is currently a bomb hidden within and set to go off at midnight. [Which is only a few hours from now.]

You can thank me later for the heads up.

Have a nice day--Night--Whatever.

[A small, Wiley sort of smile before the feed shuts off. And he's making a point to move to a new location, just in case he can be traced like one would a cell phone call. He'll have to keep moving unless he ditches his headset, he's thought about it, but decides not to for one reason or another. He doesn't want to be caught too easily, but he doesn't really care if he is. It's not like there's any real threat or that he'll talk anyway.]
video
26 January 2012 at 06:52 pm
[Making a public phone call, what is this nonsense. It seemed like the better option though, as opposed to filtering. Here we go.]

Hi. [Good start.]

I'm Dr Spencer Reid and I'm looking for either Suzaku or Lacus with the Defense Force.
I'm interested in joining. Well, re-joining, I suppose.

((ooc ETA: a quick reminder that there's a PERMISSIONS POST up on his journal! Please fill it out at your leisure!))
DEVIL'S COMPASS POKER NIGHT MINGLE THREAD - ttly open
19 January 2012 at 06:09 pm
[Welcome to the Devil's Compass, it's Poker Night.

The record player might be playing something jazzy in the background, there's (plenty of) smoke wafting in the air and the taps are just waiting to be... tapped. For those who quit the game or didn't come to play in the first place, the pool table and dart board are free. But why wouldn't you come to play poker on Poker Night? Scared of all... the big bad cheats?]