[MINGLE / Open to ALL] Snowball Fight in Sector 4!
11 January 2012 at 07:35 pm
[ Wandering around the snowy park? There are two things to look out for: (1) don't trip over the bright orange ropes that close off a large open area, (2) take cover and watch for a stray snowball, and (3) ... you know, you might want to join in for this is a Snowball Fight.

Only guidelines: no weapons, no head shots, no stuffing snow down someone's mouth, collar or anywhere else uncomfortable. Play to your heart's content! Spoiler: there's no winner.

Warm drinks and snacks are served in a nearby tent (ah, thank goodness for space heaters!), while towels and blankets are also available. You might want to take advantage of the snow as well -- make snowmen, snow angels, your own sculpture as you wind down~ ]

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[video/open] forward dated to mid-morning
09 January 2012 at 08:22 pm
Hey there, good morning.

[Have the smiling face of a smiling boy.]

If you’re new to Marina, welcome. My name is Ryoji Mochizuki; I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have.

[What will he say next! This:]

I’m sorry, but for anyone who knew -- hrk!

[The door behind him closes quietly enough.. on the tail end of his scarf. Ryoji, in trying to walk forward, is abruptly yanked back, scrambling for balance. It’s a moment before he tugs his scarf loose and is able to open the door to free himself.]

-- ah, heh. Sorry.

As I was saying, Senpa – Mitsuru Kirijo and Yukari Takeba aren’t here anymore. [He’s still a little flushed from the exertion, and the announcement causes his gaze to drop a little.] I’m sorry if they were friends of yours, but I think they’re happier being back home.

Well, [one last smile.] I hope everyone has a good day.
[Closed to Housemates]
03 January 2012 at 11:52 pm
[ They had come in into the Shelter as a fairly large group and now they have come back out with two members less. It was as if the Shelter had swallowed them and thus left a gaping hole in the black thing that Frankenstein has for a heart.

He showed no sorrow, no anger -- he lead the members of his household back home in the same manner that he had lead them in. With the same, casual and cheerful voice, he reminds them not to leave mud tracks all over the floor and to leave their shoes by the door.

Tonight's dinner will... not be ramen.

Frankenstein is in the kitchen, wrapping up jars of rose jam and jotting down notes for the recipients, occasionally looking out the window.

He should be glad. He was able to wait for eight hundred and twenty years. What is a few hundred more? ]
video; 001. ♘ One Public Service Announcement
03 January 2012 at 09:19 am
[ This one seems calm to say the least. He takes a moment to adjust his glasses berfore surveying the surroundings with a slight frown. A quick check of his person assured him he was still in one piece despite his change of surroundings. But then there was something distinctly out of place.

Two things, actually.

The most obvious concern came from that sudden weight on his ankle. A ball and chain. Who had been foolish enough to try that? But much to his chagrin, he finds himself unable to break free. No matter. That would be dealt with in time.

The second concern is that infuriating pull. That damned itch and yank on his collar that he had begun to so utterly despise. That brat, his cursed brat of a master was still alive. But how? Why? Hadn't he just killed the child? He was supposed to be dead. He made sure of that. If he hadn't finished him off then surely the wolves would have.

Annoyance at this second bit causes a rather obvious frown to come to that normally cool facade and a slight click of the tongue. But what was this? Ah. ]

As I've gathered, this is... a prison?

[ He didn't think the feds would've caught up with him this fast. Were there even feds for demons? No time for ifs, whys and hows though. There are more important things on hand. ]

At any rate, I am Claude Faustus, head butler of the Trancy house. I understand my [ slight hesitation and acid on the word ] master, Alois Trancy may be among your number. If someone would be so kind as to direct me to him, your assistance would be appreciated.
[Video//Action | Open] BANQUET MINGLE GO!
20 December 2011 at 12:16 pm
Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))
[ Video/Action | Shelter Kitchens | Open ]
15 December 2011 at 12:21 am
[ Those accustomed to a busy, if not hectic schedule such as Principal Lee should be kept occupied, lest their evil start showing. Ominously dark auras are unsightly and not pleasing to the Master and so he must find himself something to do and to share to keep said crazy evil in check. ]

Good day to you, Marina. If some of you may recall the last time I have addressed the network, I have spoken of culinary applications of flowers.

I have personally undertaken experiments since then and today, for those still interested, I would like to share the recipe I am following. [ And modified. ]

For those who would like to join me in passing time, please head to the Shelter Kitchen -- [ in such-such floor ] and I will be more than glad to share what I know.

Thank you very much for your time.

(( OOC: Threadjacking/mingling is welcome! ))
01. [Video]
05 December 2011 at 08:49 pm
[Nasuti doesn't waste time upon her arrival. She knew posting to this so-called 'network' down here was the only way she was going to make any progress in getting acquainted here, especially if this was for as long as they say.

Nasuti submits her posts to the network in a formal manner. She props her device up on a desk, and sits back in a chair with her hands on her laps and her back straight, shoulders square. It's clear she's new to the area, as this habit will most likely not last long.

She knew better than to contemplate any sort of designs for breaking out of this place. Even if it were fool-proof, she lacked the man-power for such a thing.

No. If Nasuti's learned anything over the years, it was not to panic.]

So. It looks like I'm stuck down here like the rest of you. [Whoever 'the rest of you' may be...]

I don't even know where to begin, I--[Distracted, she looks up, and gazes at the tropical scenery above her.]


I guess I should give them props for at least attempting a serene surrounding.

[She looks back to the camera.]

It's an interesting experiment, isn't it? [She brings a finger to her chin and looks up in thought.] People that most would think are in essence 'good' are brought into this society, living among some ruthless and I imagine violent criminals. Will the members of this community, much like Japan, insist on monotony and see to it that the criminals act within the laws set forth? Or will the 'good' - or should I say, 'lesser evil' of its citizens fall to temptation and indulge in vice rather than virtue?

[Nasuti looks back to the screen. She seems more eager about this scenario than one would expect.] Can we tell who is the lesser of evil here? Will people congregate towards those who best match their own morality? Is there someone out there watching us as all of this transpires?

[Nasuti giggles a bit, and smiles.] I'm Nasuti Yagyu, twenty years old. I was born in France, but I've lived in Japan for the past several years. I suppose I'm guilty...of...[Nasuti thinks on this a bit, and mutters below her breath.] ...well a few things I can think of, off the top of my head, but...I wonder if they found out..? Well! Enough of that! In spite of it all, this place seems safe enough. Is it advised against for a young woman to wander the streets alone here?
[voice | open]
28 November 2011 at 05:26 pm
Hello. [She didn't sleep much last night. The announcement could wait, but she doesn't think it's going to get easier, so sue pushes ahead. She wants to be strong for his sake. To make him proud of the way she's handling his business in his absence and so that Suzaku and Nunnally won't have to worry about her too. She can be there for them instead.]

I regret to tell you all Lelouch vi Britannia has left Marina.

I will be taking over all his administrative duties at the school. Literature and Philosophy classes will be put on hold until a replacement can be found. If anyone is interested in teaching one or both classes or taking up teaching cooking, art or any other subjects we don't currently offer, please contact me. Thank you for your time.
[Dance Class | Athletic Center, forward-dated to 3-4pm]
22 November 2011 at 09:11 pm
[ While the previous classes since Ribbons' return had served to polish the waltz and give the students more ways as to how to embellish their routines, it was time to introduce a different kind of dance; still ballroom, but something livelier and something that can be a passe-partout with more upbeat tunes: the Swing.

The instructors are early, and whoever passes by will hear a jazzy tune -- warm for the otherwise cold weather -- and will see them reviewing their routine; something that hey did not do for the waltz. Students will be expected, and newcomers will be very welcomed. Curious eyes will be seen and might just be pulled in because the rhythm is going to get you~ ]

(( OOC: This one's long overdue, so tag in (before, after, during), dance among yourselves or have Hiling and/or Ribbons bother you X3;; ))
[Video | Action for Ukitake's Housemates or Visitors]
16 November 2011 at 11:15 pm
[The view from the communicator shows a dimly lit bedroom, as far as anyone can tell. The camera seems to be angled toward the foot of a futon, one buried beneath several layers of thick blankets. The sole source of light appears to be a window against one wall. A harsh cough interrupts the quiet of the room. The communicator must be resting on the futon, because it starts shaking in time with the coughs. It's hard to tell if the occupant of the room meant to begin a transmission and was forced to abandon it because of the coughing fit, or if he somehow struck the communicator during an earlier fit and turned it on. A curtain of white hair swings forward, obscuring the camera's view as the coughing becomes worse.]
video | action!
10 November 2011 at 10:56 am
[ oh my God, it's a tiny toy car coming full speed ahead towards the camera, get in the ca --

- that won't save you.

The toy car connects, lighting up in a symphony of very lovely & soothing sounds, while the device's sensors also give out a short 'biiiip.'

The car goes back... then bumps into the camera again. Back. Bump. Lights and noises. Back. Bump. Lights and noises. Back. Bu - ]

They are greeting one another.

[ Yes, there was a young man with the car's remote somewhere in the background. And yes, he is beaming with paternal pride, because lo and behold, his firstborn toy car is making friends.

This assault on the camera's dignity goes on undeterred for yet another five minutes, until one of the poor robots on duty gets in the car's way. Something about the sight of the droid seems to relieve Rai of his humour. ]

...you are not worthwhile.

[ but that moment is gone, the toy car finally steers, and it seems to be up and away, off to find new prey! ]

[ ooc: if you're aiming for action, feel free to have the Tiny Toy Car of DOOM [TM] run into your character. Or there's always Rai! XD ]
07 November 2011 at 08:21 pm
[ Seira barely opens her eyes to unfamiliar territory before a message begins to echo in her ear. Certain words stand out to her -- criminal, warden, facility...? Dome? She sits up and looks around at her surroundings -- distinctly not the same surroundings she fell asleep with, she is certain. And there's a ball and chain on her foot? She lifts her foot to examine it, as if that will help -- but of course it doesn't, so she rests her foot again... What is going on? The message ends, and she feels at the communicator on her ear. She isn't exactly sure what to do, and she doesn't see anyone around... ]


[ She pauses a moment before trying to focus her mind -- perhaps Regis is nearby? Or the children? Rai, or Frankenstein? Her head is swimming too much for her to currently focus well enough. She sighs. Again her hand finds the communicator on her ear, and she takes it off to look at it. Examining it, unfortunately, doesn't help her understand what it is or what is going on... Perhaps, if she puts it back on, she could try... talking to 'Acumen'? Hmm... She puts it on and looks about again to be sure that no one is around whom she could just ask directly... She feels a bit silly talking to something or someone she isn't even sure is there anymore, but... well, what else can she do? ]

'Acumen'... Where am I?
[video/action | open]
07 November 2011 at 08:15 pm
Look, all I’m saying is-- [The big man cuts off abruptly, placing a hand to his head and looking dazed.] Where the hell am I? [And by that, he means, why isn’t he in a hospital gurney with his life in the questionable hands of Rai and Blondie?]

[He touches his own chest for a moment, and to his surprise, his wound seems to be healed. Roxas really did a number on him—he’ll have to thank the kid again.]

Look, where is everyone? This ain’t funny. [He doesn’t remember that time has passed at all. More memory nuking, hooray!]
[video | open]
02 November 2011 at 12:19 am
[The feed flicks on to this red-head, he's on the top of the playground's jungle gym and his cheeks are flushed. He looks a bit flustered, but anyone would be if they suddenly ended up in some weird place all alone, right?]

Is this some kind of test?! Why am I here? What kind of place is this anyway? If you don't tell me what's going on I'll--[looks down from the not-so-high jungle gym] I'll jump and if I hurt myself its your fault!

((ooc: Yuta's candy gave him memory loss, big time! Go for it!))
[ Soccer Class ]
25 October 2011 at 08:12 pm
[ It's been a while since he's had so many newcomers attending soccer practice -- much less some with prior experience and enthusiasm! It's hard to get any proper teams going with the revolving door that Marina has, so the new faces has him more energetic than usual.

First, he'll introduce the new players to the ones who have been here a bit, and then drills will be more like small matches -- 3 on 2, with a pair on offense, a pair on defense, and then himself as goalkeeper. Haro is about, too, fetching the ball if it flies way too wide, so people don't have to run all over the field. It won't be warm like this for too much longer, so they have to get in the time together like this while they can, before moving things indoors. ]

(OOC: Tag around as you guys please~ No need to use headers, but if you want to specificy before or after practice, feel free! I'm assuming the 3-on-2 based on attendance being Neil, Sasha, Ryo, Moji, and Yuta, but of course more are welcome! I admit I don't know who all attends on a regular basis. I should make a wiki list for this...)
18 October 2011 at 03:23 pm
[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]

(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))

[Action | Open]
15 October 2011 at 08:59 pm
[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.

You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.

M-24 was gone. Again.


--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]

...You damn idiot.

[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]
12 October 2011 at 11:22 am
[It's early in the morning yet, and a certain Hero has wandered on a whim into the pet cafe. His head is canted downward currently, fingers currently wandering through the thick, fluffy fur of a puppy who is currently taking up his lap.]

I think... I think I want to take her home. How do I adopt her? Do I have to do something special?

[Because, quite simply, the boy has fallen in love. He's always liked animals, and he already feels a little better about--well, everything. Animals were a lot less confusing than people. They also didn't make his heart race in that strange, overwhelming sort of way.]
[Video - Open]
11 October 2011 at 05:41 pm
[Hello, Marina. Gazelle hasn't used the communicator very often (at least not where she's using it to post) so bare with her for a moment as she fiddles with the device to be extra sure it's on and working. Finally when she's 100% sure it is, she smiles a little victoriously.]

[And now it's question time, people!]
Oh, hey. If anyone can hear me, can you tell me who I talk to... to get to go to school here?

[pause, pause]

Um, because I forgot --But! I really want to go, though.
[action / open]
11 October 2011 at 03:52 pm
[With his belly full and his recently delivered camera secured by a lanyard around his wrist, Ritsuka is ready to set out on the day's mission: to make memories with all of his friends here in Marina. He starts out from the shelter without a particular destination in mind; he picks a direction and starts walking.

Ritsuka enjoys fall, and despite the fact that the seasonal change is artificial, the dome still manages to simulate the crisp, energizing air of a sunny day in October. The only sense in which it lacks is that of freedom, but that's to be expected down here, isn't it? Regardless, Ritsuka is in a good mood, with high hopes for the memories he'll make today.]