[AAAAAND...MINGLE!]
22 May 2012 at 11:52 pm
[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]


{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}
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!]
voice; [REVERSE INTRO!]
08 May 2012 at 02:34 pm
[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.

it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??

and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]


...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.

[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]

There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?

So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.
[video]
08 May 2012 at 01:40 pm
[In the couple of hours since Aerith has 'woken up' here, she's cycled through several emotions. Surprise and confusion the most prominent, but there's also a sliver of unease tucked away, nagging at her.

She thinks it's because she doesn't have the materia her mother gave her - it's a little bit like her security blanket, even if it was a tiny enough to tuck into the ribbon in her hair.

Disoriented, she has been wandering around in Sector 4, trying to think of what to do next. It's hard to switch from 'lone mission to try to save the Planet' to 'imprisoned underwater with no way out'. Not that she's thinking of escaping - but she does worry about what is happening back home.

Deciding it would be easier to just ask the network in general (and possibly find any of her friends, if they're here), Aerith fiddles with her communicator for a moment before it cuts on.
]

I wonder if I can- oh, I think it's working! [There's an adjustment made to the communicator so it's steady.]

Hi there! Wow, this really different from my PHS. I actually just had a question for everyone - I only arrived a little bit ago.

[It's funny how a few hours can seem like forever when one appears inside an underwater prison.]

I know that someone is sent back in our place... [There's a slight frown on her face before continuing.] What I'm curious about is there a way to find out what is happening back home? Besides asking someone who might have been there, anyway.

[Not that she even knows if anyone from home is actually there with her. She hopes if there is they'll catch this and contact her. She's not comfortable calling out for them over a network - she didn't know who might be listening.]

[OOC:Anyone is more than welcome to run into Aerith while she sticks around Sector 4! She's just kind of aimlessly strolling around, gathering her thoughts!]
[Video|Action|Text // open to all ]
07 May 2012 at 07:53 pm
[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]

[He begins a videofeed: ]


Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.

However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?

[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]
[Video | Open]
30 April 2012 at 06:34 pm
Um... good morning! [She looks nervous, but smiles and continues on.] My name is Anew, and I'm one of the people who had volunteered to take over Miss Jennifer's cooking class at the school. But it seems like my partner isn't here right now, so I thought I'd ask if anyone else was interested.

Let's see... there's really not much in the way of requirements, just someone who has experience cooking and enjoys it and wants to teach others simple recipes.

And -- if anyone is waiting for the class, I promise it will get going soon! I'd really like to hear any ideas for what to start with, if you have any. I hope it will be a useful class for people.

((OOC: the position is not first-come first-served, so no worries about tagging in late! Anew will consider all people who are interested and I'll poke the person or people she chooses after everyone has had a chance to tag in. o/ ))
[video/action] I Never Game!
26 April 2012 at 03:09 pm
[ greetings, Marina. Hawke again. today she just tosses a wave at the camera. ]

Let it never be said I was good at planning... well, anything... but I came across something that sounded like a bit of harmless fun. Not that it has to stay that way. [ winks ]

It's a charming little drinking game called "I Never". And if at least half of us are passed out on the floor by the time the evening's over, I'll consider it a success. The tavern would have been my first choice, but as it met a rather sad end... shall we say around eight o'clock? In the club?

((OOC: Forward-dated action in the comments! Enjoy!))

Index )
[voice]
24 April 2012 at 08:38 pm
[the voice that comes through the communicator is light, childish, and bored. it's hard to adjust back to Marina's every day life of monotony after what had occurred a few days ago. But to Road's credit, she's trying to. After all, she doesn't really have any other choice.]

Has anyone got any stories to tell? [the quietest of sighs here] I don't care if they're the truth or lies, fairy tales or histories. I just want to hear one. [or perhaps two, if you're willing to indulge her]
video/action;
17 April 2012 at 09:22 pm
[ He'd come to the library on a whim thanks to a conversation he'd had earlier. It reminded him of something, something he'd been considering ever since he landed in this place. Now the urge to read the entire selection itself was far too tempting. So there he was, volume in hand as he thumbed through the pages in search for that one passage.

You're in for a little poetry today, it seems, inmates. ]


The mind is in its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free: the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.


[ And the volume is closed with a decisive thud. He takes a moment to set it down before taking his glasses off and wiping them with a handkerchief. ]

I can't help but wonder if any of you have considered that little passage in reference to our plight. It came to mind, earlier. Should we accept our fate as it is and make the most of the situation or should we fight to regain our freedom? It is after all, what we make of this place.

[ And the smallest smile. ]

Call me a curious man.
[The 163rd Day]
16 April 2012 at 07:38 pm
[Sentience is in a quiet corner of the library this morning, or so it seems. Once again, it is only reachable by network or kiosk communication.] Good morning, everyone! Today is the 163rd day of the third generation. It will be clear and cold again today, but I was considering some more flurries tomorrow.

I have been given a lot to think about, which should be fine. I believe that today will be a quiet day. The only thing to report is that Roxas's request has arrived, so please speak to a robot in the shelter, and they will retrieve it for you.

I hope you all enjoy the day.
[ Video/Voice | SO OPEN ]
11 April 2012 at 07:15 pm
[ Kohran is in a good mood, thanks to yesterday's festivities. She had taken note of Sentience's query, though she thinks she might need more time to ponder over her answer. However, something had been nipping at her brainstems and people will find that this is completely unrelated to machines/robots/general tinkering as she makes her broadcast: ]

Good day, Marina! How are you all doing today?

I was just wondering, would anyone be interested in holding a stage play?

[ She holds up some of the scripts that she had requested from Acumen, notably The Azure Sparrow, Trip to the Occident, and Thousand Furs. ]

We will need actors, people to work on costumes, lights, sounds and stage décor! It won't be something too big, I guess -- something light and fun where we can all work together! What do you think?


(( OOC: Hiatus schmiatus Come one, come all! There's long-term CR to be had (as plays aren't assembled in just days), and time-killing activities for your kids! Oh, and threadjacks are welcome in this post! ))
[Video] Kinda backdated?
05 April 2012 at 07:58 pm
[There's no warning before this video feed. It just clicks on, and you see TimAlvin's certainly not-amused face.

He opens his mouth, lets out a loud sigh... and begins singing.

The song lasts for a few minutes, and then he stops and sighs again. His eyebrow is twitching slightly by the end and he looks ready to punch something. Instead, he just says:
]

There, happy now?

[-And then he ends the feed. Tim will really think twice about playing truth or dare with his 'brother' from now on.]
[video/action]
27 March 2012 at 10:28 am
[hey, it's Flynn! and it's time for Flynn's I miss my dog hour]

[he's already had breakfast, done his jogging, gone through his practice forms, and now he's ended up in the pet cafe, again, playing with one of the puppies. it has been kind of a depressing day so far, so he came here to cheer himself up, but wouldn't you know it? it's just got him thinking about different melancholy things]

[and he just can't help himself but turn on the communicator]


It feels like a lot of people here have adopted animals. I see them out and about all the time. ...How many of you have pets back home?


((ooc: If you want to have caught him earlier in his routine, that's fine too!))
[video]
20 March 2012 at 04:20 pm
[ it's your friendly neighborhood Bookman! and he has something to tell you all, now that he's more or less awake. ]

So, I guess I should assume everybody who was in the English class last time around has completely slacked off. Except munchkin. [ wry ] Man, you all are lucky Gramps isn't around.

Here's the plan, folks. Days ending in two and seven, from five p.m. to six, I'll be teaching a basic English class, starting on day 162. Yuuki, you've got no excuse now. [ he is so winking ] And for people who were bored in the basic class, I'm adding an advanced class on days ending in five and nine, from three t'four p.m. That's going to start on day 165.

If it's all right with Euphie, of course. [ looks ready to turn this off, then remembers: ]

Oh, an' bring pencils and paper. Curse words get taught in the advanced class. [ GRIN /click! ]
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.]
[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.
[ video | open ]
06 March 2012 at 12:16 pm
[ There were a thousand voices echoing in its mind. All of them asking millions of questions. This was not an expected situation to be in. Legion's thought process jumps from conclusion to conclusion, desperately looking for some sort of resolution to this conflict. ]

[ Confusion. Discussion. Denial. Acceptance. New directive. ]
[ The geth activates its device. ]


We request more information about the nature of this environment.

(( ooc: permissions post here ))
video | open
05 March 2012 at 10:25 pm
[Alright, well. Snowman had spent long enough flipping out and breaking things and trying to get this dumb chain off her ankle. What the hell. Like she was a common criminal, really.

She flips her communicator on and wow hey Marina I hope you like your weird shiny black alien faces, because here's another one. She appears to be in the hospital, if the background is any indication.

There might be something on fire behind her. It's hard to tell because her big glaring face is taking up most of the view.

Gee, she looks mad.]


From what I can surmise, we've all been imprisoned in some kind of idiotic penitentiary. This much is clear. [She sees you all whining about it ...]

But I am meant to be dead. What is the point of imprisoning me if I were nearly dead anyway? I need to speak to whoever is in charge here, it's just ridiculous --

[Vague destructive noises as she kicks something off-camera. Grrr!! She spends a minute fuming in silence after that, pointed fingers tapping rhythmically against her upper arms.]

Additionally. I need cigarettes.
[mingle] Mistletoe Bots
13 February 2012 at 04:14 pm
[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)
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[voice][open]
07 February 2012 at 03:55 pm
[ a female voice pops up, sounding somewhere between awe and exasperation ] ... Feynriel, I think I worry about your imagination. What in Andraste's name are they teaching you in Tevinter?

[ pause ] You could add an ogre or two, for a little color.