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22 June 2012 at 12:49 pm
[Euphie hasn't been able to find Suzaku anywhere, and she isn't quite ready to deal with that, so she's not. She's not going to get upset. She's not even going to bury herself in work. Not yet. She's going to live out her day the best way she can. Tomorrow it can be real. Not today. But that doesn't mean she wants to spend it alone either. When does she ever want that?]
How is everyone today? You know I don't think we have enough discussions on the network. We should. So, tell me about... ah... one of your favorite things to learn about or do since you've been here. I think one of mine was very recently. Roxas has this dust. It was special dust. He sprinkled it over me, and I could fly! It sounds impossible doesn't it? I don't think I'd believe it if I wasn't there. Mm, so what are some of yours?
Oh! [And not bothering to make this private.] Helix, are you ready to go shopping now?
(OOC: Backdated a bit to more late afternoon than early evening.)
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05 June 2012 at 11:18 am
[ ♚ Video || Voice? ]
[ Maybe it wouldn't come to much surprise where Sheryl chose to keep her cell phone. Considering that Sheryl's cellphone was currently resting between her breasts ... all the viewer will see is complete darkness. However, the lovely Sheryl's voice can be heard and very clear as day.
Though today --- she doesn't sound very happy. ]
How dare you! Do you know who I am?! I am Sheryl Nome!
[ Other voices were in the background. All sounding confused and shocked:
"That girl just slapped the blonde for some reason."
Meanwile, Sheryl was ignoring them all. ]
Did you believe you can grope Sheryl Nome and get away with it, Pervert?!
Wai--wait a minute! It's all a misunderstanding! It was an accident! I swear!
[ Sorry, Gino. She doesn't seem to be listening to a word you're saying. ]
I hope you know that that doesn't come for free. I hope you are ready to pay ...
[ ♚ Action ]
[ Those who are in the area will find a blushing and clearly angry Sheryl crossing her arms over her *~hopes and dreams~* protectively.
Another odd thing about this sight is that ... she is wearing a wedding dress.
You are very welcome to try and break the fight up --- if that is where this is going. With Sheryl's stubbornness, those brave souls who want to try are free to do so! --- at their own risk. ]
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04 June 2012 at 08:55 pm
[Luke already privately had his freak out, and had a frantic read through of the brochure. He's all caught up, and once he's figured out the communicator (THREE BUTTONS ARE KINDA HARD OK) he's right up on the network]
This is the worst. I'm not even really sure where I am! I mean, one second I'm walking up some stairs to go do something really, really important, and then I'm here. I'm really worried about everyone. I'm pretty worried about myself, too. I don't even have my sword.
[he looks through the welcoming basket, and idly snacks on something]
I'm going to go talk to that robot in charge. I don't know if it'll do anything, but it must be worth something.
[It's entirely possible to run into him, too. He's just on a street corner, sitting on a window sill for a shop in sector 5]
07 January 2012 at 12:54 am
I've heard a couple of new people around, so I thought I'd make myself known. Hey guys! I'm Gino Weinberg. And I'm offering my help to everyone, well actually, all the new Marinarians. [Yup, he's borrowing the term Yuuki coined!]
What can this guy do for me? You might be asking. Well, I can't get that chain off your foot and I can't get you back home, but I can help you with all those pesky chores you're no doubt doing right this moment. I'm a great hand at laundry. Just ask Kallen and Suzaku! And I'm pretty good at gardening too. So just give me a call if you need me! I'll be pretty much available all day. And the days after.
[He gives a wave and shuts off the camera. You can find him in the laundry room! Or - wherever the robots are taking you to do chores!]
23 December 2011 at 04:01 pm
All right! Marinians, I have an urgent request!
[Popping on screen, Yuuki's long hair is down, hands rising to sit comfortably on her hips as she clears her throat in order to speak into the screen.]
I need to know if there are any intelligent scientist-y individuals here within the dome that might have known me, or about me, upon my previous stay. It's really important! And, er... probably best if you know how to deal with chemical substances and things.
[Brows knitting as she reviews her words, searching for anything else she might need to say or have forgotten.]
Oh! [At once she raises a hand into the air.]
I promise to compensate you for your time. So step right up and help a cute girl today!
[Might as well add - ]
Real criminals with bad intentions need not apply. Believe me, I'll know. Thank you!
[And after a beat]
Shibuya-kun! I need you as well.
[voice/action] forward-dated to late night
22 December 2011 at 01:17 am
( before )[Later he snags a couch for himself in the common room, Dagonet curling by his feet. Switching on the communicator.]
Anya's - not here. [His voice is careful and under control.]
Sorry, for everyone who knows her, but she'll be back. [probably. Maybe with or without her memories. The thought of Anya losing her memories due to Acumen suddenly darkens his mood, so he abruptly turns off the communicator before he says something he regrets.]
20 December 2011 at 03:38 pm
[the breath whooshes out of Roxas audibly as the video clicks on. he's on top of a low building, maybe three stories tall, outside the dome, and he directs the video to look out over an almost completely unfamiliar landscape, piled so high with unbroken white snow that it seems barren and surreal]
It is really cold out here. Look at all that snow.
[he directs the video down again. --directly underneath his position, there's a big hole in the snow, showing how deep it is]
It's taller than I am. [wryly, reaching down to brush it off his black leather coat] I was going to offer to get anything anyone needs from their place, but I'm not sure I could find it in -- this.
But I'm glad I got to take a picture of it. [so that he can keep the memory of this, even if he doesn't remember]
I've been taking a lot of pictures lately... and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in teaching a class or joining a club about photography. [looking into the video again now, smiling a bit] What do you guys think?
((ooc: Roxas is going to bamf back inside in a few moments, so if you want action for some reason, just say so in the header))
[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!))
[voice] late night
18 December 2011 at 04:29 pm
I have been giving a great deal of thought to the incident a few weeks ago, and your -- opinions on what happened. I think I have decided that I cannot excuse what the Engineers do in the name of entertainment. It feels like -- an abuse of their power.
[after a beat]
I understand that it's unlikely that most of you would be willing to help me. But -- is there anybody here who would be willing to act... as...
[another pause. almost embarrassed]
[ Video ] Back-dated to early afternoon
18 December 2011 at 12:15 am
[ The feed cuts on to a certain young boy looking less pleased than usual. He's standing in a Shelter room and sighing. ]
Alright, you know... [ The camera pans to show the contents of the room. It is spotless and the floor looks very clean and... open?
That's because there is only one bed in the room. ]
Anyone notice anything wrong with this picture? [ He'll give people a moment to think about it. ]
Yeah. One of my cots is missing. The one I had already broken in, too, so thanks
to whoever decided to help themselves while I was out of my room. Why didn't you ju— [ There is a noise in the background; something skittering across metal. Touma freezes and looks up. ] Huh?... hang on.[ He sets the communicator down and walks over to the wall. It sounded like it came from up top, so he fetches the chair from the other room and stands on it to look into the vent and....
Are those... eyes...?
He pries the cover open and peers closer and— ]
AGH! [ The scream is punctuated with a thrust of his FIST into the vent. Satisfied with the squeak that results from his attack, he scrambles off of the chair while a tiny voice inside says, rather cheerfully: "It's rude to hit someone you've just met." ][ Touma picks the communicator back up and looks about as angry as can be. ]
Screw this place. Seriously
. I can't move out quick enough.
[ ACTION ] - backdated to midmorning
16 December 2011 at 04:02 pm
[ early to bed means early to rise, though the (artifical) sun is already gaining height in the sky by the time vanessa departs from her temporary residence of last night. she's so relieved to finally be able to curl up on a bed that, while isn't hers, is at least familiar.
she's distracted, rightfully so, and probably wouldn't notice a ten-foot pole if it sprouted up two feet in front of her.
which is, of course, your cue to fling a snowball into her unsuspecting face, yes? ]
[ later, when the front of her coat is wet and her mouth has been permanently glued into a thin line, she finally makes it back into the shelter, the loud stomps of her footsteps announcing her presence long before the sight of her does. the smart thing to do at this point would be to take a long, hot bath, but nope, vanessa's far too annoyed to do something as rational as that. instead, she's going to snag that last open chair, plant herself down in it, and glare.
best not look at her the wrong way, else you might be sacrificing your hearing for the rest of the day. ]
(ooc: action either outside or in the shelter works! o/)
14 December 2011 at 11:11 pm
[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]
They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?
[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]
[ Video ]
07 December 2011 at 07:06 pm
[ Surprised to see him again, Marina? You should be. That makes at least two of you, as many things are a surprise to Guilford at the moment, starting with the fact that it was far too cold. He is utterly unprepared, dressed in a simple long-sleeve button-up shirt and slacks, and he is all but shivering as a robot looms behind him; between him and one of the Shelter entrances.
Also, he appears to have... sunglasses on? What's up with that?
Someone is unhappy about a lot of these facts, not least of which being the greeting he had just finished reading on the device he was now using to address all of you. ]
Someone explain to me why this infernal contraption will not stand aside and allow me passage to the underground quarters. [ His teeth are on the verge of chattering, but one can't tell because of how tense he has his jaw set. Yeah, he's just a little mad at the moment. Can you blame him? ] I was led to believe that there would be available rooms, and I would like to have the moment to evaluate my... situation. [ If one looks closer at the hands as he has his arms folded over his chest, clinging to himself for warmth, one can see the tip of a welcoming pamphlet clutched in tense fingers. ] Precisely how long will this "annual cleaning routine" last?
[ In a low tone, he wonders aloud as he gives the robot another sidelong glance. ] —and why is it so bloody cold?
(OOC: Please ignore lack of sunglasses in most icons, but assume they are present for the next several IC dayweeks!)
(ETA #2: For those of you reading at home, I had to retcon the "Nunnally as Empress" parts, so please keep that in mind when reading these threads. She would be referred to as "Ambassador" instead, and any awkwardness resulting from the former title should be discarded. Thank you!)
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06 December 2011 at 06:55 am
[The alarm she set the night before, to get up early today, maaaaybe suffered a snooze or two. So it's a little while until Steph finally gets up blearily, sometime before the bots start ushering people out of the dome. Because that would just not be a pleasant experience, as much as this girl is NOT a morning person at all. It's bad enough to often wake up reeling from dreams and all, to attempt to function like a normal person in the first place. HERE'S TO TRYING...
She grabs a bag with her batsuit and boots in it and sling it over her shoulder, stuffs herself in a coat + scarf ensemble and sets out, determined. Her hands are stuck deep in her pockets for warmth and effect.]
[Also, talking to herself.]
Okay, Steph, this is gonna be our thing today. Just gonna hunt down one of these little bot dudes and find a different place to sleep for the night. Not freezing: priority number one.
Easy as pie. [Maybe she'll go back to sleep if this can get done now.]
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05 December 2011 at 09:38 pm
[The device is certainly beyond anything Yuuki is used to working with, but its instructions on how to use it is clear. She appears on screen. A brown, chocolate smudge decorates the side of a pretty, porcelain cheek near her mouth on the right. A few wrappers litter the ground at her feet, along side the familiar welcome basket. She’s beautiful, almost doll like, despite the mar. An ageless appearance though she clearly appears young, even within her early teens, But it’s an appearance different from that of an ordinary person, and sets her apart, too. Her eyes are wide, a deep, liquid brown and innocent (as though still fill of life), though not amused. Full, pink lips thin as she frowns with a look of disapproval into the screen.
She isn’t happy.
Cloaked in a white school uniform, her brows knit, expression firm as a normally warm gaze stares hard into the camera of the device. Atop her left arm is a black arm band, with a curious red crest. It matches the silver necklace, barely visible around her slender neck. She pulls the black band up, readjusting it and brushing her long waves of rich, mahogany hair over her shoulder.
Back straight, polite, though resolute and unwilling to be dismissed or ignored, she opens her mouth to speak. It’s clear she’s impatient, her annoyance a spasm of irritation that crosses her face, but shadowed by an underlying urgency.]
I haven’t done anything worthy of being arrested again. If this is a joke, it isn’t funny. I want to know the truth.
[Because the crimes listed are nothing short of ridiculous, charges more absurd than anything sensible, regardless of any validity to them. They’re a reflection of the truth twisted out of context. Although, she’s painfully aware the hunters don’t need real reasons to take one of her own kind into custody. They’re the only group outside of another pureblood who would possibly have the ability to pull off something this elaborate. Still, she has a job to do.]
Where’s the Association President? There are too many important things going on for us to be going through this all over again! Humans could get hurt. I want to talk to him immediately.
Location: Anywhere outside!
23 November 2011 at 01:15 pm
[action; closed]( Gino )[video; closed]( Suzaku )[action; open]
[It’s late in the day, the fake sun setting over the equally fake horizon, when she takes to the beach again. Sitting atop the rail of the observation deck, Anya clutches at the hem of her too-large sweater – she took off her Rounds uniform hours ago – struggling to find something to do with her hands.
]((OOC: Closed portions are closed, but open portion is not! Feel free to encounter canon updated Anya at the beach. ♥))
21 November 2011 at 09:35 pm
[Anyone who walks into the shelter kitchen today will be smacked in the nose by the smell of popcorn. Gino has taken over the place with the stuff and there are at least fifteen bowls at his feet, already filled to the top - and there's more popping in the microwave! Gino looks not in the least bothered by the strong smell, but feel free to ask him what he is even up to.]
Man, Halloween was something else wasn't it? Makes me wonder how everyone celebrates Christmas here. It can't be as crazy as the events Milly used to throw back in Ashford. Probably. Maybe.
Right, anyway. I've got a serious question for you Marina. So think hard about it okay? [we pause for dramatic emphasis]
Red or green?
[context what context!]
12 November 2011 at 10:39 am
[Marianne sprawls out a little on the bed, kicking her feet in the air. It's an unclaimed apartment, typically - but it's more than a little claimed this night.
Reaching over, she threads her hands through C.C.'s hair.] How about a French braid?
[A little before that, Marianne is on an aimless walk through the streets. The surroundings only barely interest her, and the people slightly moreso, but she's grateful for the fresh air and the space to think.]
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11 November 2011 at 11:36 pm
[Tieria was by himself at dome itself, staring out into the water. In a way, it was similar to standing in the Ptolemy's observation deck when they had been underwater that time. It was quiet here. Not many people came all the way out to the edge unless they were using the running track. Even then, it was dark now. No one would be out running in the dark.
( tl;dr musings )
He put his hand on the dome's surface, leaning forward against it. Why did it feel so much like he was losing control?]
11 November 2011 at 10:45 am
[voice | private | Murata - unreceived]Hey, Murata. Where have you been? [And then a few hours later.][voice | private | Conrad & Wolfram]
...It's Murata.[voice | open][That usual bounce isn't in his voice today.]
No one is allowed to be baseball manager anymore. [Because that's clearly what sends people away who he'd really rather have not away.]