[video/action][open]
12 June 2012 at 03:09 pm
[ yes, it's still technically morning, but a certain rogue has herself happily established at the Devil's Compass, boots strategically propped up on the edge of her table, a pint of ale within easy reach, and a deck of cards idly shuffling between her hands. ]

Be careful where you step today, everyone. Or sit. [ grinning ]

If anyone's interested in a card game or two, I can vouch for the fact the new bar is nearly as much of a dive as the old one.
Location: Day 171 / Devil's Compass / Mid-Morning
[video]
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. ]
[ Day 170 ]
04 June 2012 at 07:51 pm
Good morning, everyone. Today is the 170th day of the third generation, and new inmates will be arriving in the facility. Please consider yourselves forewarned about the appearances, and I encourage everyone to help out if they're so inclined -- your consideration will make it easier on them.

Today will be cool and clear once again. After some discussion and inmate suggestion, I've decided that tomorrow it would be nice to hold a small event... for both all of you, and for the animals in the pet cafe! I will be relocating the animals to the park for the day, and interested parties can come and play with them, or even adopt them. I'll make sure it's nice and warm.
[action/closed]
29 May 2012 at 01:41 pm
Closed to Marian Hawke )
[video/action][open]
24 May 2012 at 12:20 pm
[ Hawke's in her leather armor today, and looking very comfortable. she gives the camera a big grin. ]

Who'd be willing to loan me a blade? [ cheerful, guileless ] I'll give it back, I promise. In Andraste's name, and all that.

I just want to hit something. Or someone. In a sparring match, of course. [ she's hanging around the park, stretching, and just strolling aimlessly. ]

[closed/private]

Rebecca, are you still interested in finding out what despair tastes like? [ the grin is more of a smirk now. ]
[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!}
[closed][backdated to early, early morning]
21 May 2012 at 05:04 pm
[ she has been tossing and turning for at least an hour before she admits defeat, and stares at the ceiling in the darkened room. part of her thinks she should be past this by now -- though an equally emphatic part of her (that sounds a lot like Carver) berates her for thinking she could ever be over Quentin's nightmare.

tonight's dream seemed no different from other nights, but maybe it was the girl, yesterday, talking about her family, that makes Hawke feel like she can't lie still. pushing the covers to the floor, she paces the bedroom, raking her hands through her hair and chewing on her bottom lip. Flemeth croons from her perch, and Hawke steps over to pet the little dragon's scaly head.

that's what she needs. someone else to talk to. she pulls on a camisole and a pair of trousers over her smallclothes, and blows a kiss to Flemeth before stepping out of the apartment. the floor is cold beneath her bare feet, but she doesn't have far to go.

she raps her knuckles on Fenris' door, aware of the time, but distinctly uncaring. ]
[ video | action ]
14 May 2012 at 11:05 pm
[ Humming fills the device before the soft darkness of black strands shifts as Diva piles her hair on top of her head, letting it fall in a cascade down her bare back. She’s wearing a towel, but not much else and her lips are curled in sated bliss.

She loves the heat, the warmth of a bath against her skin.

Decadent.

Looking up from her quiet repose, she smiles, leaning in close to breath against the shimmering screen of her device. ]


Join me, if you dare. [ she giggled once and then shut off the screen, but not before it catches a glimpse of the towel dropping, of Diva stepping into the sauna, enshrouded in a cloud of steam.

Redolent. ]


((ooc: Someone's up a little early this morning or is it that she hasn't slept at all? Either way, the public bath house in sector 2 is all hers for the moment. Enter if you dare... ♥ ))
[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]]
[ The 166th Day ]
07 May 2012 at 07:41 pm
Good morning, everyone! Today is the 166th day of the third generation. It will be cool and clear, and a few new inmates will be arriving in the facility. Please help them to get adjusted, but try not to let your daily routines be too unsettled.

[Today's warden appears to be camped out in Sector 5, where it's playing with a ball, bouncing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound. The artificial sunlight of the dome is strange in the video, but it's clearly bright enough for an informed viewer to see that Sentience is working on its reflexes. Any inmate going to Sector 5, however, will find no wardens and no noteworthy balls left out of play.]

I am currently considering several options to create more activities for inmates, and to engage everyone in different ways on a regular basis, but I don't have a concrete proposal as of this time. Please provide any of your own ideas if you have them, but otherwise, know that I'm working on it!

Today I have requests for Kohran Li, Gamzee Makara, and Daniel Osbourne. Please ask any robot at the shelter, and they can retrieve them for you!
video/action; open
27 April 2012 at 12:15 pm
[Yomi turns the communicator over and over in her hands before bringing it back to eye-level. She can’t quite figure out how put it back the way she was wearing it initially but she manages to turn it on regardless, beaming as she does so. Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes a bit glassy.]

Heeeeey everyone! [Her voice is a bit higher in pitch than usual. The view dangles high above her head for a moment as she stretches out her arms – presumably just to accent how happy she is to talk to the prison at large, and it takes her a few seconds to remember she needs the communicator to, well. Communicate. Arms back down!] Did everyone go to the game at the club? It was so much fun!

Zelgadis – he’s right over there, look! [The feed suddenly gives a close-up of his face. Presumably she thrust the communicator at him. A man with a face visibly and literally made of stone blinks back at it, confused and a little unimpressed.] He was there too and I was drinking water so he gave me something else and it tasted really good! I had four-- five... four. Zelgadis! [Yelling now, because why not. Yomi’s voice amps down after she’s sure she has attention.] I’m glad you’re my friend.

And I’m grateful for all my other friends, too! [Winning smile. Or, it would be a winning smile if she was sober. At present, it falls a little short.] Like—like Noriyuki. We’re going to be husband and wife one day real soon! If I get out. When I get out. When I get out, I am going to —

[It’s only when she tries to enunciate exactly what is the communicator pulled away from her and turned off.

The last audible thing before the feed is killed is —
]

This isn't the way back to the club...

((OOC: Joint drunk-dialing post! After the I Never game, Yomi is completely and unquestionably smashed, Zelgadis is reasonably sober. Feel free to request a certain character otherwise the threads will likely be Yomi with Zelgadis jumping in if needed/wanted. Action optionable, if you want to catch her stumbling around and him frowning. They are outside, presumably heading very slowly toward the shelter.))
[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]
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/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! ))
[ The 162nd Day ]
09 April 2012 at 04:35 pm
Good morning, everyone! Today is the 162nd day of the third generation, and it is still chilly, but will remain clear. I have a very important question for you all to think about today...

[Sentience pauses. The robot appears to be in the butterfly pavilion this morning, but you won't find it there, and in fact the pavilion is strangely calm; all the butterflies are perfectly still, as if sleeping.]

I know that Acumen has asked this once before, but I ask you again, sincerely. ...I want you to think about the importance of freedom, compared to the importance of safety. Would you rather that I give you the freedom to do what you wished, or would you rather that I protected you from each other, even if that means that I may have to deny you things you want, or interfere in your lives in ways you may not want?

[...after a beat] Think about it, and let me know your thoughts in the next few days.

Either way, today I have removed the debris from the former site of the Devil's Compass. As per request, I will be beginning efforts to rebuild it. Any inmate who is interested in helping in the reconstruction is welcome to do so!

And finally, Sasha, your requests have been installed in the handicraft room at the education center; and Snowman and PM, your requests are available at the shelter. You can ask any robot there, and they will retrieve it for you.
[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]
06 April 2012 at 05:46 pm
[ a video feed pops on, and then pans across the public baths. and there's a voice over: ]

Clean water... ample soap... immaculate linens... it doesn't even smell like anyone's ever been here. I'll forgive the warden for it not being deep enough to dive.

Do I really have to go home?

[ the video picks up bare feet and bare legs as Hawke hops down into the bath, and then the feed focuses on her already-getting-red face. she looks positively blissful. and yet, smirky as always. ]

I know there's a party tonight, and we all should look our very best. Would anyone care to join me? I'll wash your back, if you wash mine?
vii → voice | open.
06 April 2012 at 02:15 pm
[ he seems to be answering this question a lot lately, so might as well give all future questions an answer in a one fell swoop via PSA. ]

I am not an angel. My name is Angel, but it's just a name. No halo, no wings, no time spent in heaven. Stop asking.