voice/video ; one
03 April 2012 at 01:37 am
...Leo? [his voice shakes slightly, confused and groggy (and maybe a little scared -- no one's here to hear it, so what does it matter?). his head is pounding, and he can't remember how he got here, but all he can remember are Leo's words:
"I've come for you, Oz-kun."
what did that even mean? and did that have anything to do with now? unlikely, perhaps, considering the information he'd woken up to and the weight chained to his ankle and he takes a moment to play with the chain before giving up. he can barely move with it nevermind get it off.
the video feed that (accidentally) is initiated a few moments later shows oz crushing his hands to his head in an attempt to numb the pain he's feeling. he's alone, of course, collapsed to the floor with his back up against the weight for support and knees pulled in. his eyes are open, wide and pupils narrowed.
the abyss had been different. he'd been a different person, then, and in the abyss he barely had time to think with the chains present but this place he could sit and think and think for hours upon hours (and perhaps he had depending on when he exactly got here) and the more he did, the shorter his patience was becoming. he can't be here, he has to be with his friends, he has to protect them, he has to protect himself for them and being stuck in some underwater prison isn't protecting himself at all! finally, he speaks up, his voice loud.]
Alice! Gil! Where are you! [it drops, the slight desperation seeping through.] I need you both... [here. with him. where he knew they were safe and not hurt or anything considering the encounter they had had all been facing with leo, vincent, and echo.]
[another presence of silence, just oz's breathing before he speaks again, this time not nearly as desperate. it's like shutting a switch off the way the built up panic dissipates completely. he's quiet, voice low and slightly poisonous with spite.]
...This is stupid. My head hurts.
[action - open]
01 April 2012 at 12:01 am
[Oz is gone, but Gilbert won't be the one to up and announce it. No, he can't even think about such a thing, saying it would make it real. He was gone again and Gilbert couldn't have done anything to stop it. He felt useless. He felt... empty.
He couldn't even think that perhaps it was better where he actually was, because...it wasn't. It was worse there. Over there, his clock would keep turning and he would fall into the abyss and as far as Gilbert was concerned, he wasn't there to protect him. They are completely separated.]
[Gilbert is out pretty late at night, not exactly crying but not exactly looking like he's completely okay. There's a cigarette in his mouth, and it looks like he isn't doing much with it. It's simply burning. The tendrils of smoke rise into the air from the red-hot ember that just barely makes Gilbert visible on the shadowy bench that he's sitting on. His hands are balled into fists, and he's trembling slightly. Just slightly.]
18 March 2012 at 03:13 am
video. (backdated to mid-afternoon)
Everything has turned out kind of funny, strange— well, in a really good way, I mean.
[ alois trancy, too feminine, baby-face with springtime sky giant daydream crumb eyes, is resting his chin against the edge of a desk. familiar to some, and not to others, pretty and light voiced. he isn't looking directly at the camera, he seems half preoccupied with watching something else not far off screen.
there are crayons, watercolors, paintbrushes, and pastel covered pieces of paper close by, even under chin.
I think I might be a little scared, [ understatement,
] by how wonderful things have gotten so quickly. What if I waste too much time blinking and everything good flies away? Only the best of the best, the things really worth having, like to fly off or drop dead. It always happens, and I keep expecting it not to happen at all, even though I know it will. I'm not so sure I'm not only just sleeping right now. It's so strange, things are so strange. [ there's a pitch in his voice here; his own reality is shaking him. when you go from being locked up without anything for four years, expect being beaten, and a quiet house, to have the things you desire most drop into your lap in rapid succession—isn't that cause for constant panic?
don't you want to cling tighter?
this is alois, now.
too long lashes lower half-way (they can't see it, but he's gazing at unprofessionally painted swans and adonis blues),
] I might be falling in love with Marina. Sometimes I have to close my eyes and make sure my heart hasn't stopped beating, run out of steam, from all the things pouring into it. I'm really—
Ah! [ suddenly, he's sitting up very straight, looking much more attentive than he had.
] That's right. An order of business: Ciel Phantomhive, just how long do you intend to avoid me?( (optional) action. )
17 March 2012 at 09:21 am
[Ed's looked into a mirror recently (hello, automail anyone?) and he's not really happy right now. He's sitting rather subdued on his bed, really subdued for Edward Elric. Any who would know him would probably know that something was up.]
I really hate this place. It's not very nice.
[Ed's in one of his...depressed moods. He keeps seeing Al everywhere he goes, and not Al in his suit of armor, but Al in his human form, or at least, how Ed pictures how Al would look if his body were restored.]
[ video | action ]
10 March 2012 at 04:49 pm
[ Oz pops up on the screen, smiling and with tea cup in hand, a feast spread out behind him. Yes, he is at the party but there seems to be something missing... ]
Have no fear, there's plenty of cake and meat left at the party, still! You can trust if Alice or Break were still here, there wouldn't be any left. I guess you're just in luck, yes?
[ Yes, this is how he chooses to inform the unfortunate of their absence. Oh well. He was getting used to his friends popping in and out at will. Best to just keep the guest bed ready for the next one. ]
((ooc: Action free to anyone who wants to bother him at Sentience's party. Oz really can't let good food go to waste.))
[ action | open ]
06 March 2012 at 12:07 am
[ There's a boy in Victorian-style clothing seated outside of the library. He's currently scowling down at the convenient Marina brochure received by new inmates, his brow furrowed as he reads through it a second time. Given that it isn't any more palatable this time than the first, he sets it aside momentarily, instead choosing to remove his communicator--which is fitted to wear over his left eye, thankfully, as it would be rather useless over his right--and fiddle with it, turning it to and fro in his hands and inspecting it from every angle. He knows what it's for. The brochure had done a good enough job describing that, at least. But how it actually works is another matter entirely.
Ciel has hardly moved since arriving in the prison; the restraint around his leg is rather uncomfortable and terribly cumbersome to walk with. He looks fairly miffed, but you should definitely come bother him anyway. He could probably use some help with that communicator, if nothing else.
Oh, and he's called a certain butler's name twice already, so he'd best be on his way. ]
[Action | Video]
05 March 2012 at 10:55 pm
[He had nothing in his room to begin with, so when he wakes up in the morning, he finds nothing wrong with the empty room. He doesn't note the day change either. He never paid attention to that either, because he liked to have as little to do with the technology here anyway. The day suddenly being different looked nothing more than a glitch to him, really. He didn't even notice that there was a new face and voice announcing it.
So Gilbert is now in the shelter kitchen, making much breakfast. Because he has so very much to think about right now. Not only is he worrying about a place for him, Oz, Break and everyone else to stay, he's thinking of ways to save everyone. Very, very much to think about. In the mind and body of Gilbert, it meant that...
...it meant that a lot of eggs and bacon were suddenly all over the counters.
And by force of habit, he finds that there's a couple different kinds of sweets sitting around too. Cookies, cakes...]
[Gilbert appears over the feed looking disgruntled.]
If you're hungry, I just made a little too much food. Feel free to help yourselves... There are cookies too...
[Private to Oz Vessalius]
I made some cake for you on accident. It's in the shelter, if you're interested.
02 January 2012 at 07:03 pm
Okay, really now.
[Michael here? He doesn't look at all happy. He's eaten everything in the welcome basket and now he's both bored and frustrated--not with being in prison, because it doesn't feel like a very huge deal, but with being out of food for the time being, and more importantly with the chain around his ankle. It's heavy and it sucks, trying to drag it around. That, and for some reason he can't use his brainwaves at all, not even the tiniest pulse of neural activity. Nothing.
The location and circumstance aren't the problem. It's being, for lack of a better word, human, and physically restrained.
And alone. Being alone is...unnerving. He doesn't like it, and he looks antsy because of it.]
If anyone can understand me, I'm looking for my siblings. Their names are Johann and Nena.
If you don't appreciate a foot shoved so far up your ass you choke on it, I recommend you start talking. Any one of you, and make it quick--no bullshit. I don't have all day.
[What will he do if he doesn't get his way? Given the way he's talking and the dangerous gleam in his eyes, he'll give you three guesses.]
02 January 2012 at 03:55 pm
[There's a quiet sigh as the video flickers on. Some of you might know this man! It's
seaweed head Gilbert, looking worn out. Not to mention grumpy. He can't find his cigarettes anywhere, from his turned out pockets. The same with his gun.]
Hello. My name is Raven and...like many of you, I've been taken by Acumen.
I won't plead, or beg. The welcome message was clear enough. But if there's anyone from my world, or someone who has knowledge of Pandora or the Baskervilles, I would like to speak to you.
[He picks up his hat, and lowers it so the upper half of his face is covered, even as he turns off the feed. There's nothing more for him to do then to sit and wait.]
04 October 2011 at 04:03 pm
[ oh, marina asylum! good morning! a rather pretty pretty face is presenting itself in the communicator. it's a bit belatedly, but oh, well, right? the cheeks are round (a bit of remaining baby fat), eyes blue and pale, eyelashes extraordinarily thick and long—although, golden not black or brown—and hair honey in color, but a little unkempt. it's incredibly youthful, and girlish just as much as it is boyish and vice versa. for a brief moment, there's a really concentrated look, and then— ]
It's really personal to be able to know all of that—[ the break between speaking is very slight; the accent is british, light and airy, and a little more raspy than what's normal for him. (his throat is a bit raw, you see.) ] My entire life. If you're going to be so sodding personal about it, the least you could do is address me properly. It isn't, "Welcome, inmate," it's: "Welcome, the Earl Alois Trancy of Buckinghamshire."
[ this is clearly important. clearly. his face rises a little and he slides his eyes shut in what's supposed to look like offended dignity. acumen, you are such lowlife. ]
Oh, but perhaps we don't even need titles. Oh, no. Let's just do without them completely. [ it's funny, because there's a half-truth to this. for all his aristocratic and snobby airs, he really fucking hates nobles. legitimate nobles. people born with silver spoons in their mouths who act as though the world owes them everything, and isn't that a laugh? hypocrisy? oh, hell yes! but, he doesn't care. ] Addressing the Earl by 'Alois Trancy'—or, hell, even Alois alone should be dandy, shouldn't it? But, inmate is not acceptable.
If I'm to remain here the rest of my li—
[ there's a quiver in his tone, a choke. his teeth set, his eyes clench, and he swallows very, very hard. —alois arrived sometime during the night, and being easily prone to night terrors, he had not slept through it. he awoke and imagine his dismay, of course, when he found he was not in his own bed. the majority of the rest of the night and early morning, once arriving, was spent throwing the most massive tantrum.
he screamed, hollered, wailed, sobbed, and called out for claude—his butler—time and time again. 'Houheo taralna, rondero tarel' was chanted again and again and again, in throat ruining desperation. he wrecked his welcome basket and did his best to throw himself against a wall, because someone needs to be punished for keeping him from claude (he didn't walk away without a few bruises, either). it's been hours later, and claude still hasn't appeared. he is devastated and furious. and!, in spite of his needless complaining, he's teetering. poorly trying to keep himself together. to say he's 'calmed down,' is an overstatement. he's simply bitter. ]
... Life. The rest of my life, then you'll call me 'Alois,' at the very least. [ 'inmate' sounds like a thing and fuck that, if he's going to feel like an object again. ]
Oh—! Though, I have to tell you: this is my first time seeing the ocean! [ his voice pitches here. it's lilting, amused, like suddenly he's having a friendly chat. (yeah, what? this kid.) ] I always knew it would be beautiful, because it's so large and so fucking deep, [ oh, best brace yourself for crude language, too, ] but I hadn't imagined to what extent. A lot of things are really easy to imagine, but there's probably not enough room in our brains alone to comprehend all the things that can be found in the ocean. In a way, I suppose you could say, you've given me something I've always wanted.
It's true, it's my first time seeing it, and I always suspected when Claude would finally take me to the shore I would only get to see the surface. And, as far into it I'd go would be up to my shoulders. The surface is really lovely, too, though. How it sits so close to the sky, like they're kissing. I've seen it in paintings and I'm always so jealous of the ladies who are painted next to them. Rivers and lakes aren't as beautiful. They don't have that sort of blue. They're only green and dirty. 'Paint my portrait, too, Claude,' I've asked him, but we're always too busy and much too far from the seaside. From anywhere, really. I don't think I've been anywhere outside of Buckinghamshire in ... hum, well, quite a long time! [ he giggles a little, and the recording shows him rocking slightly. he's sitting upon some mats, doing his best to avoid exercising entirely, and kicking one of his legs with youthful enthusiasm. ] Oh, ahaha, I've almost forgotten. Of course you must have known all that. You watch very closely, don't you? I wonder, just what kind of 'artificial life form' you are, Mister Acumen? Should you be evaluating yourself for crimes, too?
—Ah. [ his eyes widen a bit, and he stills. his head cants. ] I'm really well taken care of, you know. Just what do you intend to have me do about food, and bathing, and dressing?
(bitty ooc note!: ack, i um. could be wrong about this...? feel free to correct me! but, as it's tuesday, i'm assuming alois is in sector six for exercise today. c: please, feel free to run into him or visit him or whatevs!)
[ Action | Wide Open | Forward-dated to pre-dawn (tomorrow) ]
01 October 2011 at 06:32 pm
It is a peaceful morning in the Shelter. In the dome above, the artificial daylight cycle has not yet begun. The halls echo with the gentle sounds of early morning residents milling around and robots going about their business amidst the even, sterile glow of the artificial lights. Yes, all is quiet and calm...
Until the alarm goes off.
Some will recognize that it is Sentience's voice -- not Acumen's -- that follows the echoing, whooping alarm
that rings out through the halls of the entire Shelter and directs everyone to stay calm:
"Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported in this building. Please, cease operations and calmly leave the building utilizing the nearest stairwell exit. Do not use the elevators. I repeat. Do not use the elevators!"
This continues on for many minutes, as denizens stir from their slumber or drop their meals and take to the halls. At least... it is expected
that everyone follows the evacuation orders and strobe lights as directed. Elevators are non-functional
for the duration of the alert. (But you can try to hack or override them if you want -- just expect someone to notice, later.)
As an added bonus: those in the kitchen and dining areas
have activated, as that is the source of the disturbance. A perfect way to start your morning, right? (Don't worry -- there is a laundry cart with towels upstairs outside the exits.)( OOC notes! )
[Video] - Open
27 September 2011 at 04:44 am
[Wherever he is probably does not have a lot of ventilation, because there's a lot of smoke floating around Gilbert's head, being emitted from the cigarette handing out of his mouth. He seems pretty out of it, like something unpleasant just occurred, but then his face returns to being neutral.]
In case any of you care, Xerxes Break and Liam Lunettes are no longer in the dome.
[If someone didn't know him, they would see someone who obviously doesn't care one way or the other about the information he just gave. But truthfully, he didn't feel very good about it. He doesn't like Break, no... But they're friends. And somehow...everything is easier with Break around, if not far more annoying. It's easier...to be relaxed when Break is here. And now he's not here anymore.
Gilbert, truth be told, is not happy to see him go.]
The 134th Day
26 September 2011 at 03:23 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 134th day of the third generation. The weather transition has still not yet completed, and the weather for today will be warm in the morning and afternoon, cooling off slightly in the evening. This facility had scheduled a light rain, but it will be delayed until tomorrow, so as not to interfere with inmate Yuuri Shibuya's baseball game.
Inmates Miwako Sakurada, The Doctor, Rose Tyler, and Michiru Kaiou, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.
20 August 2011 at 11:39 am
-- damn thing work?! [snarling]
[the voice that launched a thousand ships....in her direction armed with spears and muzzles]
Answer me right now! You better not have gone running off again!
[big sis gonna bitchslap you if you don't get your ass over here this instant]
16 August 2011 at 03:39 pm
[After the cake fight, Gilbert thoroughly retreated to his room. He spent a while thinking, then decided he needed to figure out who all was here. So he turns on the video, then pauses for a moment... He might not know everybody so he should say something that most people from his world would know about.]
How many people here are in association with the Abyss or Pandora?
[Private to Oz Vessalius]
I need to talk to you, Oz.
[Video | Action]
16 August 2011 at 01:12 pm
Annoying human toys. (ooc: Replies will likely have to come after work!)
[Even if he's always wanted to be one. A pair of dark ears flick within the screen of the camera as the device is tossed to the ground. It's useless and irritating to wear on his ears.]
[He leaps up into a tree and out of view, a small bell chiming to accompany the movement. He remembers this place. He'll simply wait for one of those over-sized human made creatures to get answers from. And possibly take his frustrations out upon. Unless something more interesting catches his eye...]
i. it's a mad house out there
12 August 2011 at 09:38 pm
VIDEO ▶ ACTION
[ she's been spending much time observing the communicator since she's arrived, refraining from appearing until now to gather as much information as she needs (though really, the brochure that came along with the basket is already more than helpful). but at least now, she knows who to expect to react when she decides to show up. ]
[ lottie smiles
malevolently widely, crossing one leg over the chained one and leaning forward to the camera. behind her is a familiar view of the park. ]
So I suppose even pretty girls get chained up even before they get to do anything. How terribly unforgiving.
But I do wonder now what I'm being chained for. [ she tilts her head slightly to one side, her smile now lopsided. ] Big Sis hasn't committed anything gruesome since 100 years ago after all. [ a pause. and then -- ]
I know! Why don't we play a game of 20 questions? Perhaps Big Sis will find out the reason that way. [ she giggles. ] And perhaps more.
[ video | action ]
09 August 2011 at 12:23 am
[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.
He is far from pleased.]
You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.
[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]
[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]
If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥
I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]
((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))
[ video | action ] Open
09 August 2011 at 12:42 am
[ despite his disheveled appearance (and please ignore the slight hint of a bloodstain on his collar or the dirty, ragged robe stuffed into the bushes behind him), Oz has a bright, charming smile plastered on his face. He's never seen a device that could transmit sound and pictures before, but the pamphlet was highly informative for someone like Oz who, well, was just used to learning from books. ]
Oh, this is new. I've never seen such an invention before. I bet it comes in really useful when you need to find someone like my servant! You haven't seen him have you? He's tall, wears a hat and he just loves playing with cats.
[ cheeky grin. Come on Gilbert, prove him wrong if you dare! ]
(( ooc: Action is open to anyone who wants to find Oz in the Park. ))
08 August 2011 at 08:24 pm
[The video switches on to show a grumpy and disdainful looking cat yawning as he stretches out, taking his time. He looks annoyed by the restraint, tail swishing back and forth abruptly. The bell on his strange collar chimes and it's a strangely resonating sound.]
Well, isn't this unexpected. If this is a prison, not only is the timing terrible but I would have thought that my collar would have been removed if I'm going to be restrained. I don't suppose anyone could oblige?
[He tucks his tail in close, looking bored now if not a bit irritated.]
But as long as I'm going to be stuck here, I don't suppose there is any decent fish to be had besides those swimming above out of reach?