Video | Open | backdated to early morning
04 June 2012 at 11:17 pm
[ His head hurt, he couldn't get up. Well actually, that was lie - he could, he just didn't want to. The device was propped up on what looked to be a bed and behind the messy head of red hair, there was the view of a blanket pulled up, blocking off the rest of the room.
Using the weight of his arms to sit up, he addresses the feed with a face full of guilt and it almost appeared as if he were on the verge of tears, but he wasn't crying. He didn't really feel in the mood to do something like this, but the fact that he'd awoken only to be reminded of what transpired the other day, this wasn't something he could just easily toss aside.]
…Everyone that I… [ pauses and looks away a moment before forcing himself to finish] …that I worried…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble like that. I never meant to say those things and act like that… [ he couldn't bring himself to say anymore so instead pulls the blankets over his head and he reaches out a hand from the blanket, shutting off the feed abruptly.]
[ video ]
04 June 2012 at 08:09 pm
I'd make some joke about how they finally caught up with me but I'm usually on the right side of the law so this doesn't really make a whole lotta sense.
[Derek's going to pause here a moment, mess with the video a bit so it goes off then on again as he figures out how it works. Then he smirks, shakes his head.] And I'm supposed to believe we're under the ocean? Honestly? I gotta say I feel like I'm being pranked... no matter how elaborate all this is.
04 June 2012 at 08:32 pm
[The video feed turns on significantly more gracefully than the first time she tried this; if nothing else, that should be enough of a sign that she remembers. Arianna looks pretty disoriented despite her usual polished appearance.]
It's warm. I suppose I must have lost some time, then. It was winter...what happened? I thought Acumen was the warden...
[She puts a hand to her head, wincing as over a year's worth of memories continue bouncing around. Something important...something time sensitive. What was it?]
If anyone has seen an elf with silver markings, a gnome, or a man with a lightning bolt on his chest, please let me know. I think it's important.
[ video ] ;
04 June 2012 at 08:46 pm
[ a small bit of static, but it isn't too long before a man's face slides into view-- perplexed, and somewhat amused. the feed turns sideways, upways, upside down; all before the man grins and gives a low, appreciative whistle before he mutters in a quiet voice. ]
Niiice comlink tech we have here. New Republic model?
[ a beat of contemplation, looking at the welcome message before sighing. slight frown as he shrugs, taking another survey of the area before turning back to the feed. ]
Well, another prison. Why is it that everywhere I end up, I get thrown into one cell or another? I guess I should be happy that this is a step up from a force cage, but for some reason I'm not. Basket's a nice touch, though. Quaint.
Uh. Am I supposed to introduce myself? S'Atton, if anyone out there actually, y'know, cares. If this comlink actually works and if anyone can see this.
[ another.... thoughtful pause. he bites his lower lip for a moment, spacing out for another before stretching and cracking his neck. ]
Guess I should look for Surik. Or anyone, really.
[ he fiddles around with the communicator a little longer, murmuring a final "or maybe a deck of cards" before the feed shuts off with a click. ]
24 May 2012 at 11:51 am
It's been worrying at me since Mal left. This isn't how it's meant to be. He doesn't leave me. Mal never leaves me. He comes and retrieves me from places where I'm perfectly safe to put me in the middle of a war even when he wishes I were somewhere else. He denies that he wants me around while making it impossible for me to leave. He wouldn't leave me in prison. Ever.
[She sounds incredibly affronted and offended by the whole idea of Mal leaving her.]
I got him out of scrape with the law more than once and yes I slapped him and yes it was fun, but it was necessary to sell the scenario. One would hardly believe I'd allow my man servant to escape with another woman and not punish him in some way.
It's ridiculous that Sentience has allowed things to progress in a manner that is so inconsistent with previous behaviors.
[And there's the sound of something shattering against the wall. The next is said in a very quiet voice, almost a whisper]
I miss him.
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; ))
[ Video/Action | Open ]
16 May 2012 at 11:03 pm
Just look at you guys, all bright eyed bushy tailed. How are you, Marina?[ The brightest smiley face you've ever seen on a guy~ ]
I realized I missed newbie day and thought that there's something missing from the Welcome Baskets. [ With that, he holds up a flyer -- ]
You know how you're kinda given a heads up with the brochure that tells you about our Wardens who can play around the space-time continuum? Well some kind soul
thought that isn't enough so we have this helpful little pamphlet here: "Death Buddies and You"![ Then holds up both of his hands as if to stop protests. ]
Now now, we're not here to make fun of dead people, just to make sure that people know what they're facing here. I'm no specialist, but if you've got questions I'll do my best to answer. We're handing these out around Sector 0 near the Shelter so inmates old and new are welcome to 'em.[ Two girls, a brunette and a blonde wave from behind him. ]
Now, for the rules! Rule number one ... [ He then proceeds to read off the rules and after the last rule. ]
Not too complicated is it? Well, we're here the whole day so come on down~(( OOC: Gabriel will mostly be answering network posts, but he has minimally bent the reality around Sector 0 and thus have "Sugar" and "Spice" walk around handing flyers out. So if you tag action, one of the girls will come talk to you :3 ))
07 May 2012 at 09:03 pm
[You may hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of computer keys being pressed. Or rather, what you may hear is a buzz of clicks that would be said keys being pressed at a ludicrous and frankly inhuman speed.] No way... there's no way any of this can be right--!
[As he's speaking, the video flickers on - it seems he's activated the feed without realizing it. A young man with shaggy-looking dark brown hair is hunched over a local computer terminal typing so fast that his fingers are quite literally blurs. Every so often, he'll pause and listen to the output on the communicator; it seems that he's trying to hack it - or something.]
[He's mumbling to himself.] Modulate the frequency to a shorter wavelength, maybe? No, if it's underwater, then there'd be too much signal degradation, and the encryption... but if this could operate in pulsed bursts then maybe it might have the power, and...
[A pause, and when he speaks his voice is louder, and more urgent.] Hello? Hello! Archangel, do you read me? Archangel! [Nothing. More rapid-fire typing.] Can anyone hear this? ZAFT, ESF, or Orb, please come in!
[Typity type.] Those channels aren't working, then... ah, personal communications, maybe? It's worth a try. [Typing!] Athrun, Cagalli! ...Lacus?
Can anybody hear me?
Action | Closed to Reid
06 May 2012 at 10:31 pm
[The nightmare doesn't surprise her. Inara has been shoring up her facade frantically since Mal left and it had started to fray at the edges. Surprisingly, her nightmare doesn't feature Mal or Kaylee or anyone from the crew. It's the same nightmare she always has: Miranda, over and over again: an entire planet composed of people who ceased to fight and people who knew nothing but fighting. Reavers tore, bit and clawed at her skin while she laid there and let them, not because she couldn't get away, but because she'd decided to simply lay down and stop fighting.
She wakes up drenched in a cold sweat, heart pounding in her chest and breath coming so quickly she can't catch it. After several minutes she gets out of bed, throws a dressing gown over her night dress and pulls her hair loosely off her face. She flinches at shadows, feeling as if the cottage walls are crawling with Reavers. She knows that's impossible and yet they were so solid in her dreams. She tries to meditate and when that doesn't work, she attempts to pray at her altar. It's all to no avail. She's not going to sleep tonight and she's not going to achieve any sort of peace. As a last result, she slips from the room still in slippers and dressing gown to knock lightly at Spencer Reid's door.
He did say if she had ever reached a point where she wasn't okay, she could talk to him. That point is right now and it's apparent in her rumpled appearance. She's not crying, but she doesn't have anything together right now.]
[ 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 | Action; Open] Late afternoon into evening
17 April 2012 at 11:27 pm
[The feed opens up and you can hear piano music, seems it's on voice for now but whoever is holding the device discreetly switches it to video. What you see before you, Marina, is a very familiar blue-skinned teen... playing the piano with some skill for a guy who's only been practicing for a few days. Heck, some of you from earth (or a version of) might recognize the song.
If you don't, then you might as he starts to sing.
((ooc: You most likely will get a response from both the boys if you post to the video, but feel free to address either! Otherwise you can tag in with Action and find the two milling about on their "date" out and about just about anywhere. You may even catch them being adorable and affectionate~ They will be visiting the Ramen Shop for a late lunch then the Education Center(obviously), the Movie Theater and the Club!))
Music: "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King
Location: Education Center
Action | Closed | Forward dated to Wednesday
09 April 2012 at 08:36 pm
[Inara has a small tea table set up in one of the gardens. There's cream, sugar cubes and a small plate of sliced lemons. All the pieces of the tea set match, naturally. There's also a small plate of tea cakes. Inara is dressed flawlessly in an apricot colored satin gown. She's got a royal blue shawl with intricate embroidering thrown across her shoulders and her hair is loose. She looks very controlled: her movements, emotions and facial expressions. She is dealing better with Mal's departure today, but she's far from all right with it. She had been prepared to spend whatever was left of her life arguing with him and now he's disappeared, gone back on their unspoken agreement.
In any case, she likes Spencer and this tea will be a welcome distraction. It's the best remedy at the moment for a heart that's not quite broken, but terribly bruised.]
06 April 2012 at 12:46 pm
[Inara isn't dealing well with the events she's faced with at the moment. She's waited, and waited and explored every inch of the dome to make certain. Now that she is, she knows that she owes it to the people here who've come to care about Mal to let them know. That doesn't mean they need anything more than an audio confirmation and she's not up to pretending that she's all right outside of keeping her voice calm and level. When she does speak, she sounds normal, for the most part, if a bit flat and controlled.]
Captain Malcolm Reynolds appears to have earned a reprieve from his imprisonment. Any plans he had are on hold, at least for the foreseeable future.
Wish prank mingle
13 March 2012 at 02:41 am
( Deep Puck thoughts that mostly amount to 'be more fun, guys' )( The actual spell )[OOC: Feel free to thread amongst yourself, anywhere in the dome! Here's the OOC post for details.]
[video/action → MINGLE] yeah, that's right
10 March 2012 at 01:16 pm
[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.
There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.
Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.
If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.
[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.
I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.
] ((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.
If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))
[oo1 | video]
06 March 2012 at 08:34 am
[A video post engages showing a boy who looks more than a little irritated, but mostly tired - immensely so, with smudges under dark blue eyes and stringy hair hanging in his face. He's breathing a little heavy, and lifts a hand to rub at his mouth almost absently.]
Okay. Okay, I get it. Prison, list of crimes, under the ocean or something. I got the brochure and the welcome basket, so no one has to do the orientation thing. Please.
[He pauses, and rubs at his face again, irritation fading and exhaustion lining the space between his eyebrows.]
The ball and chain is a little much. I just want different clothes. I'm already pretty sick of wearing the suit I was gonna be buried in. And...
[A long pause, and his expression shifts to something more pained.]
...this list of crimes. Some of it makes sense, but some of it...no.
05 March 2012 at 09:38 pm
Good morning. [A distinguished looking gentleman has learned how to turn on his communicator, and he is looking quite comfortable, considering the fact that he’s just learned he has been locked up for life in a prison he’s never heard of.]
I do hate to be a bother to my new warden, guards, and fellow inmates, but as you might fathom, I have some questions. Might you indulge a poor old man with a few answers? [Have his best, winning smile, Marina!]
[ action ] - OPEN - Backdated
20 February 2012 at 12:18 pm
[Mal is out and about, meeting up with people to talk about... things. Some people know what kind of things he's talking about. Some don't. And at the same time, he's trying to avoid any and all kissing bots. Mal doesn't do that kind of silliness.
...or does he?
Feel free to run into him here and there and everywhere to discuss... things. Or for accidental kissing fun.]
ooc: Sorry this is so late. I was really sick all last week and didn't get online. This is, of course, backdated to last week, mid-day.
action | open
15 February 2012 at 10:24 pm
[ Do you want to kiss a robot? To feel cold metal non-lips against yours?
Of course you do. And here's your opportunity!
Threepio can mostly be found in Sector 2 nowadays, in the library or the education center or the computer lab, generally "lending a hand" (e.g., being completely unhelpful) to anyone unlucky enough to meet his eye. He just wants to be your friend!
He's not sure about this kissing thing. ]
[Action | Open] Line up and lets do this! (Kissing Plot)
13 February 2012 at 10:56 pm
[Helix starts his bot enforced routine today. That means the kid is dragging his sorry
cute ass wherever in the dome that the bots want him to go. He's got work, chores and the like. He'll also be stopping by the coffee shop or wherever they take him for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He can be caught in between there or will gladly stop what he's doing to chat just to be rebellious and not do work.
Unfortunately for him there's mistletoe bots EVERYWHERE he's destined to go and he can't very well out run them with a ball and chain attached to his ankle.]
Not soHappy Smooching!! I'll make a separate thread on this post for any of you that signed up but would rather me tag you, so you can park links to your thread on the mingle or your posts for me to follow! Otherwise, hop on in!))