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!]
[Video | Action]
04 May 2012 at 01:13 pm
[Hiling is at the arcade, if the background noise from the games didn't make it obvious. She grins as she displays a new addition she just finished installing. The camera pans from the pilot's seat to the control panel to the screen which shows two mobile suits fighting.]
My little project is nearly complete. The simulator's already got data from a few mobile suits including my own, but I want more. Anyone who wants their mobile suit or equivalent added, come see me at the arcade and we'll get that programmed in. Or just come try it out.
[ video / open ] + filtered away from WV & PM
03 May 2012 at 11:21 pm
[ Prepare to be greeted by the carapaced face of a man who looks as if he has not slept in days. In fact, not sleeping is exactly what AR has been doing. From his glazed over expression to his hunched posture, he looks like more of a wreck than he cares to admit. ]
How does one get to sleep when they find themselves unable to?
[open][ video | action ]
27 April 2012 at 10:10 am
[She's been avoiding the Defense Force headquarters and avoiding the bars which works out since she can't actually go into them. And with the temperature drop and the snow out, she's avoiding the outside too. Instead she's sitting on her bed picking apart the insides of a computer, and making adjustments to it.]
You know, your private posts are a lot easier to hack into than they should be, but you really don't say anything all that entertaining in them either. ( OOC )
26 April 2012 at 05:05 pm
[The video feed clicks on to reveal the resident cool kid who wears his sunglasses at night.]
Hey, everyone. I'm Robin, in case we haven't met yet. I know it's kind of late, but thanks for all the help when I got here. And thanks for all the suggestions about the Defense Force. I joined up not long after I got here, so if you need help or anything, feel free to ask. It's kind of my job.
By the way, are there other people trained in combat here? Training on my own is fine, but having sparring partners would be even better. Besides, how cool would it be to learn combat styles from other worlds? If you're interested, I'll be in the training hall in sector six.
[video | private to comics!Tim]
Hey, do you have some spare time tonight? There's somewhere I want to investigate and a second opinion would be great.
[Feel free to roll on into the training hall. No need to video reply first, if you don't want to!]
002 → video; backdated to Day 163
23 April 2012 at 06:00 pm
I kinda forgot we're 'sposed t' use these...
Um...thank you everyone who talk t' me when I got here. An' I found Brother! If anyone knows 'im, his name's Alois!
And, um. [ Don't mind the tiny, he's a little shy addressing everyone at once suddenly. ] My name's Luca. An' it's nice t' meet everyone. And I'd like if we could all be friend, okay? [ Because when you're a small child in a prison, having friends for the first time is priority. :T ]
[ video / action / open ] ART CLASS
14 April 2012 at 12:18 am
[ just a simple message: ]
My name is Agatsuma Soubi. I will be conducting art classes for the time being. The first is this afternoon at three o'clock in classroom five at the Education Center. For today, there is no need to bring anything with you. Necessary materials will be provided.
[ Soubi's been around the art wing of the Education Center for a few hours already before class begins. as people arrive, he passes out sketch books, pencils, and erasers. the tables in the room have three chairs each pulled up to them, and in the middle of each table is an item. the class will be drawing simple objects today--vases, shoes, small folding fans--just so that he can get a feel for their level of experience and interest.
if anyone has a question, they're free to approach him at any time, and he'll be walking around and helping out where he sees fit, as well. before class ends, he allows them to keep their sketch books, and gives a simple assignment to be completed before the next class: choose an object with an interesting or unusual shape and draw it. ]
[ ooc; video is backdated to mid-morning. class is, obviously, at 3:00 pm. feel free to tag in before, during, or after class, and mingle among yourselves! ]
18 March 2012 at 03:13 am
video. (backdated to mid-afternoon)
Everything has turned out kind of funny, strange— well, in a really good way, I mean.
[ alois trancy, too feminine, baby-face with springtime sky giant daydream crumb eyes, is resting his chin against the edge of a desk. familiar to some, and not to others, pretty and light voiced. he isn't looking directly at the camera, he seems half preoccupied with watching something else not far off screen.
there are crayons, watercolors, paintbrushes, and pastel covered pieces of paper close by, even under chin.
I think I might be a little scared, [ understatement,
] by how wonderful things have gotten so quickly. What if I waste too much time blinking and everything good flies away? Only the best of the best, the things really worth having, like to fly off or drop dead. It always happens, and I keep expecting it not to happen at all, even though I know it will. I'm not so sure I'm not only just sleeping right now. It's so strange, things are so strange. [ there's a pitch in his voice here; his own reality is shaking him. when you go from being locked up without anything for four years, expect being beaten, and a quiet house, to have the things you desire most drop into your lap in rapid succession—isn't that cause for constant panic?
don't you want to cling tighter?
this is alois, now.
too long lashes lower half-way (they can't see it, but he's gazing at unprofessionally painted swans and adonis blues),
] I might be falling in love with Marina. Sometimes I have to close my eyes and make sure my heart hasn't stopped beating, run out of steam, from all the things pouring into it. I'm really—
Ah! [ suddenly, he's sitting up very straight, looking much more attentive than he had.
] That's right. An order of business: Ciel Phantomhive, just how long do you intend to avoid me?( (optional) action. )
001 → video;
08 March 2012 at 05:39 pm
[ So, there's crying.
It's not particularly bad or hysterical, but it's clearly coming from someone young. The video isn't position particularly well, because Luca has no idea what the communicator even is or how it's supposed to be used.
Instead he's apparently been smacking it against something in frustration, causing into to cut out and then start again every few seconds. There's a young face, red hair, and tears. ]
--ther, where are you? I can't get th'--
--an' it's heavy!
[ Finally the headset is dropped, abandoned as Luca starts at the ball and chain attached to his foot once again. ]
[ ooc; herp, what is being able to read and know electronics, so the headset thing is kind of...awkward. oops! ]