video//late afternoon//170
07 June 2012 at 09:34 pm
[On any other day, Aidan would be in full-on Welcome Wagon mode right about now. That's not the case today and his usual sunny demeanor is nowhere to be seen, replaced by something a lot more subdued. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that it's not just his mood that has taken a blow - his face and neck are bruised, his lip still healing from a recent split and bandages are peeking out of the sleeves of his hoodie, hands wrapped tightly in stark white.

The worst can't be seen, but he's not making much of an effort to hide what is visible. This is video. He's not hiding.]


So... 's that time again, huh? New people comin' in? Guess I should say welcome or somethin', tell you this ain't such a bad place. [Pause. He can't really get into it.]

I've been thinkin' about somethin'... you know how people say it's important to make a good first impression? I guess that's somethin' we do here too, huh... bunch o' strangers, shoved together in a fishbowl. Criminals, if you believe it... an' still we make an effort to be all nice an' polite. An' sure, all of us ain't bad but... [Not finishing that sentence.]

What do you think, Marina? Can you trust first impressions as much here as you could at home?


Locked to Saya

... [Cancelled.]


Locked to Haine

Hey. We need t' talk.
[Voice | Action; Open!]
22 May 2012 at 09:39 pm
[Haine is making an attempt to reach out to Naoto and warn her of his current condition. She's the only one he can turn to, and hopefully she gets his message. He can't recall if she has her sword or not, but she will need it.]

Somethi--[His voice is extremely strained as he tries to fight through an excruciating headache. But he can't, he just can't do this...]

The Dog... is... loose [The feed dies with a snarl and a clatter as he throws the headset off.]

--

OOC info under cut!! )
video. accidental voice.
20 May 2012 at 12:04 am
[ Claire is Not Okay. She's been thinking about home lately. A lot. And her thought processes were only spurred on further by a conversation she had with a friend the other day. Her mental state is only slightly masked; most of it is written all over her face. ]

I miss my family.

[ That isn't all she misses. She takes a breath, starting to speak, then stopping, several times before she finally finds the words to articulate the thoughts she wants to get out there. ]

I can't help but wonder if I'll get back home one day and everyone I knew will just be gone. Or too old to remember me. I think it's really starting to sink in that I'm actually stuck here, and that I'm going to outlive-- [ She has to stop. Her eyes start to well with tears, and her voice breaks a little... So she needs a second to get herself together. Suck it up, Bennet. ] - Everyone. Even the friends I make here. And even with my ability slowed down, if I age, it won't be normal. It'll be really, really slow. My dad would tell me it'll be okay, even if it's a lie. Mom would know what to do. I miss having that, even if nothing else in my life is normal anymore.

[ She doesn't really know where she's going with this train of thought anymore. She starts and stops again, then just shakes her head and shuts off the video feed. However, little to her knowledge, she left it going on voice. She doesn't intend for the rest to be heard, but there it is, broadcasting. ]

I don't want to be alone forever.

(( ooc; BACK FROM HIATUS FINALLY YAY ;A; ))
♠; action | open
18 May 2012 at 10:58 pm
[Here we are, at the pet cafe. Jack had wandered passed it, presumably spotting something stupid that he felt the need to investigate. A frog to stomp, a cat to chase. Or maybe it was the smell of dog treats. Who knows, honestly?

Thankfully, it seems he's distracted by a small scottish terrier puppy. He's gotten down on all fours to stare straight into its face, wings folded on his back, his own eyes wide with wonder. It seems he's scared most of the other animals away from the pair of them.

Just Jack and the puppy. He doesn't look particularly threatening like this, even with the sword in his stomach. In fact, he might be a little overstimulated, considering all the cats and dogs and treats and too many things trying to get his attention at once--]
[Action]
16 May 2012 at 11:52 am
[Not one to let the little hiccup or two upon her arrival bring her down, the sorceress headed out to explore the streets of Marina. She did a few hearty kicks into mid-air for good measure. Take that, y'stupid jerks! Change of scenario?! Bitchy blonde swords-woman?! No big! Lesser people have managed to survive! Lina Inverse will rock this place and come out on top!

A wide smirk spreading over her face, creasing into the dimples of her round cheeks, she made a showy strut into the streets, only to be greeted by armor-looking things that seemed to move on their own. It wasn't the first time for Lina to see lifeless objects animated without a caster in sight, but it still wasn't your average experience. She frowned skeptically, reconsidering for a moment her decision to leave the "comfort" of the bedroom she had spent the last evening in.

But still! Adventures await! This place was more bustling than your average town, which meant there were certainly restaurants to raid and spoils to be had! Shaking her head for a moment, she balls her gloved hands into fists and makes her way onto the sidewalk, sucking in a long breath through her nose. There were lots of smells to greet her--that of metal and oil, some odd fishy-type smell that induced a faint nausea(she had just to really look up just yet), and something...

...something mysterious. She stopped mid-step, taking another good wiff both to the left and the right. Where was that smell coming from? She turned around and sniffed behind her. Was she walking away from it?

There was...tomatoes, which weren't really all that exciting in and of itself...but there was...something else...

Following her nose, she followed the scent, not paying mind to any of the residents she bee-lined past giving her odd stares. She was used to that--what, had they never seen a brightly-clothed red-headed sorceress clad in gems and gold before?! They were probably just entranced by her stunning looks...

She stopped in front of a good-sized shop from which the smell emitted from. Pizza? What was this?! Some new sort of cuisine? She was taken aback. This was something she hadn't anticipated! Trembling with excitement, she burst through the door and announced herself.]


BEHOLD! LINA INVERSE IS HERE TO GRACE YOUR ESTABLISHMENT WITH HER UNSURPASSED APPETITE! [Would it strike fear? Awe? Either was fine with her, really. As long as her stomach was full by the time she left.]

[ooc: In the shop? Outside as she exits? Feel free to run into your favorite (everyone's favorite!!) red-headed magic user whenever!]
[ The 167th Day ]
14 May 2012 at 05:45 pm
Good morning, everyone! Today is the 167th day of the third generation. It will still be cold today, but after taking into account everyone's wishes, I will begin transitioning into spring over the next week or so. You may look forward to warming weather and some light rains.

With that said, I believe today should be quiet, and I have no real requests to fill, so... I would like once again to remind everyone that we have classes available, both in recorded form for your convenience, and in the school operated by Princess Euphemia. Anyone who is curious should consider perusing them, or our library. It's always good to learn more!
action // open // afternoon > evening
11 May 2012 at 05:22 am
[Sometimes, a bedroom wall just isn't enough.

With Garcia arriving, Reid feels the pressing need to rearrange his notes. Parts of his notes. The parts pertaining to the nature of Marina and multi-dimensional mumbo-jumbo and all the other things he's tried to wrap his head around ever since he arrived. There's a lot of them, and his apartment is only so big and either way he wouldn't be entirely comfortable presenting this to her in such a disjointed mess of scribbles. It's not the way they do things.

And this is why he's at the library for most of the afternoon and a good chunk of the evening, straightening out hastily scribbled thought processes and following cross-references and what else there is he could be doing with this mess of paper. Feel free to bother him or spy on him or remind him that food is definitely a thing that should happen eventually, cause he won't remember!]
[Action or Voice; Open!]
09 May 2012 at 12:04 pm
[Nill is gone and a certain Albino is starting to panic. He came back to where they were staying to find her missing. She wouldn't have just left without leaving him some sort of message. He hoped no one here took her, for their sake. So now he was out searching the Dome for her. May as well try to reach her on the Network.]

Nill? Where are you?

[Voice a little stern and strained with concern.]

Has anyone seen her?

[Filter: Naoto]

Is she with you?

((ooc: Feel free to run into Haine anywhere in the dome at any time of day. He'll spend all day looking for her (Partially in denial that she was sent back without him) ))
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[video]
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.

[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]

Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.

[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.

Better to ask, right?]
[ Video - filtered from Saya | Action ]
16 April 2012 at 11:20 pm
[ the feed clicks on to catch Hei quickly smoothing his hair flat. He's look a touch different then usual today with his green parka mislaid and walking briskly through the streets with naught but jeans and a button down white shirt on. It's definitely colder then he would like for this kind of attire but that doesn't stop him from speaking as he navigates the sidewalk. ]

Roommates. How do you handle them without... getting in each others way constantly?

[ Yes, folks. He doesn't know how to handle living with someone when he's used to one room apartments and changing cities every few months. And having a mark stay with him a night or two is a completely different agenda then, well... cohabiting. Waylay him on the way from Sector 3 to the shelter if one must. Assuming, that is, you can catch him. ]
[MAIL POST | Day 162]
13 April 2012 at 06:31 pm
    LETTER RECIPIENTS
  • Rapunzel: a letter from Snowman.
  • Anew Returner: a postcard from Hiling Care.

[Today's mail route is a little bit... different.]

[Probably largely because the mail lady is a lot bit different today. It still appears to be PM, though at first glance it may not be easy to tell--what with her sudden sparkledog canine appearance.]

[Despite that, she is going about her business as though nothing is unusual. In a uniform with appropriate holes cut for her wings and ears. A few feet off the ground. And occasionally flickering green. Perfectly normal.]

[... PM will take the magical dog-face-making ring off once she's sure that Noir has gotten the message.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 163 go here!]
[Video | Action; Open]
04 April 2012 at 04:31 pm
Action under cut!! )

[The feed opens up with a view of the Pet Cafe in the background before it turns and is jostled. You can now see the curious Albino, brow furrowed as he studies the device a moment. He sets it aside at an odd angle so you can still watch him,(continuing to ignore the welcome message) seemingly uninterested and unaware the thing is on. He shakes a leg, a look of annoyance crossing his features and you can hear a chain jingle somewhere off screen.]

Tch, what the hell.

[He idly scratches his bandaged throat before picking up a white basket full of goodies. He's picking through it when he finds the brochure, opens it up, stares at the map for a moment, finds he can't read it and tosses it. He pulls out a few things before stuffing them back in and when he finds the bottle of lotion he sort of looks it over curiously. He wrinkles his nose and tosses that too before pulling out the bottle of water.

Slowly he picks himself up along with the communicator which he carries in his hand by his side. He leaves the basket by his feet for now and looks around a bit.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?
]

((ooc: Anyone feel free to bother him or give him a helping hand, in person or otherwise. Ladies, be gentle~))