[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!}
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/open- Evening
12 May 2012 at 07:29 pm
[ Gaunt sits in the movie theater in sector 3, quietly sipping some water, playing on the Screen is a program titled Attack Run! It is one of the most ridiculously showy programs ever. Over-blown combat dialogue, showy space explosions (with sound), fighters flying far too close to one another, combat flight movements of a varying level of sensibleness, and incredibly stirring orchestrated and choral music. Gaunt, seems far more relaxed than anyone has ever seen him, eating some candy and slouching back in his chair, in his shirtsleeves, occasionally chuckling at particularly hammy speeches by the actors. Feel free to sit down by him, interrupt the film feed, or ask him questions about the program.]
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]
02 May 2012 at 08:49 pm
[Hello Marina, a short troll is grumbling, huffing and puffing in anger at you via video. Look at him on a bunch of pillows, some his own, some not and some most definitely stolen from Sollux's bed.]

First of all, whoever created pillows, fucking genius!

Second of all, none of you are the ones that invented pillows so you are all fucking idiots.

[Let him just shift to get more comfortable.]

This isn't why I bugged you today, no instead, I bugged you all to ask how you deal with asshole roommates that should be punched right on the fucking lisp. Suggestions? Comments?

(shhh my phone never corrected anything to Vatheon what are you talking about.)
[ action | open ]
26 April 2012 at 11:25 pm
[MOMO was out and about that day, visiting the butterfly pavilion, the koi pond. It might seem strange, as the weather wasn't the most pleasant, but MOMO was enjoying it anyway. Exploring and all that was quite fun, but she also was feeling a little bit cold, despite her higher than normal tolerances for these things. So, at the end of her wanderings, she can be found warming up in the ramen shop with a hot bowl of noodles.]

{OOC: Feel free to catch MOMO out and around in all the park-like places... beach, park, koi pond, memorial park, butterfly pavilion, just out and about exploring and having fun. And, also at the ramen stand if your character's not into cold damp weather.}
Mood: curious
♠; action | open
25 April 2012 at 12:13 am
[Anyone who happens to be wandering around out by the Park today may find a certain canine-esque figure curled up under a tree, fast asleep, covered in a light dusting of white powder. Judging by the way he's laying, he kind of just...flopped there, and it wasn't exactly a planned napping session.

Jack Noir's energy has just about been expended on attempting to maintain this form through the ring on his finger (which is conveniently hidden under his body where it can't be snatched). It also appears that he has a rather nasty dog bite wound on the back of his neck that's mostly clotted over in its strange...carapacian fashion. Anyone who can't spot his rising and falling chest might mistake him for dead.

After all, how many times do you see something that's been stabbed straight through the chest actually still be alive?]
video
19 April 2012 at 09:33 pm
[Here is Sougo.

Watch as Sougo is slurping and stuffing his face with ramen. What a mess he's making!

And then he decides talking is a good idea.]


This is some shit. Finally got people from my world, but they're assholes. Why couldn't it be anyone good?

[Sluuuuurps more noodles.]

And then some asshole destroyed the one hangout that was actually decent.

[Sluuuuurps.]

Well whatever. Guess I shouldn't expect much from this shitty place anyway.
[ 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. ]
[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.
[Gamewide Mingle: Thanksgiving]
07 April 2012 at 08:25 pm
[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:

In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.


Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]
[video/ action] open!
03 April 2012 at 09:28 pm
[There is video, as Rebecca adjusts it-- coming down a little bit on an angle, she's set the device on a shelf while she finishes screwing the case back on to her laptop.

It takes a minute, but then her eyes flick up and she gives the camera a two fingered little wave.]
Hey.

Looking for two volunteers for a little project Lacus and I've got going. If you've got a couple hours to spare today and don't mind letting your brain be picked at [kinda literally] I'm fielding applications right now. It involves beta testing a virtual reality simulator. If you saw us the other day around the dome, this is the next step where we put all that sweet data to use.

Anyway, if this sounds like your cup of tea, lemme know. We only need two people right now, adults only please, but we can put up a waiting list if demand is high... oh, and it's totally safe. [She shakes her hand in the air dismissively.] We've done a couple tests ourselves, I'd never put anyone in something I'm not confident about.

Woot, so that's that. Show of interested hands?

[[ooc: Responses to this post/ Rebecca will have a comment thread of their own-- and subsequent chosen volunteers will have their own individual threads with either Rebecca or Lacus watching over them while testing out the VR Machines. Virtual!Lacus may be sprinkled through out. Headers will guide the way~]]
action
25 March 2012 at 11:56 pm
[ Open for all; Midday ]

[ so the bad mood has pretty much carried over and Sollux is finding stress relief in the only way that he knows how. WHY Sollux is pissy is kind of even beyond his reach at the moment. he has no real reason to be, but he just is. it's really no wonder that he's kind of holed himself up with the computers. in fact, he's using three of them at the moment, keys clacking away with hues of red and blue surrounding them. Sollux Captor is going to town, coding and coding and coding. people approaching? he probably won't even notice or care. ]



[ Closed for Karkat; Late at night ]

[ well really their joint hive is the last place that he wants to be. too much crap to deal with here, but Sollux is pretty drained. using his powers comes with a price and exhaustion is about to take hold. usually in his previous phase he'd be awake for days. not this time. the strain of using his powers and the flip flops in his mood have taken a toll. god, how he longs for a proper recuperacoon at the moment. yet here he is, stuck with a stupid bed. that's what humans called them, right? beds? what a stupid name.

almost as stupid as he is for getting worked up over nothing. maybe some sleep would just make everything go away. ]
[Voice]
21 March 2012 at 12:54 pm
[Oh look, it's the rare and elusive Mr Hasn't Officially Made A Network Post Since Arriving.]

It's a bit late, I know, but when giving thanks for a good time one is never tardy, isn't that so? [The delay mostly being caused by Puck having spent a good deal of the last two days asleep.] You throw a great party, o new overlord. I suppose thanks go to Acumen too, wherever "he's" stored away now. No need to respond, by the way; I just wanted to get that out there.

But speaking of not responding... question~: Who is up for a little story-telling time? I'll start: "Once upon a time, in a world both near and far, there was a castle as pitch-black [there's just the slightest stress on that previous word; barely even there] as the darkest night..." Then you continue the story! Come one, come all; no need to be shy.

[Look how considerately vague he's being just to spare the frailer inmates from the horrible truth. ...The other option being that Puck just enjoys turning even the task of information gathering into a game. Not enough detailsss to stalk in Sentience's post.]

And if that premise doesn't speak to you, feel free to start your own, or even share a whole story. I might even tell one myself in exchange~
[video/open]
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 | Open]
13 March 2012 at 06:54 pm
Good morning and hello to those who just arrived. My name is Michiru Kaiou. I am the new music teacher. The previous instructor of the class has left the dome and I just wanted to introduce myself. The music class will start up again on day 160. Anyone is welcome to come.

Also those who I talked to about the violin lessons, please let me know what would be a good for us to start having lessons. I don't want to schedule them over something someone already has planned.

[ooc: if she talked to your character about violin lessons before, you don't necessarily have to reply with a time; we can just handwave it]
[ 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 ))