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19 June 2012 at 03:20 pm
[she hasn't seen Cain in a while, and he's been considerably more inactive on the network... but they'd certainly done some bonding during the day there were no inhibitions for most of the inhabitants—granted, she understands that might be why she hasn't much seen him. in his own way, Cain's very reserved, she's come to realize. but they'd accepted each other as friends. she preferred that to being enemies.

she wonders if she should make some sort of network post to check up on him, looking over her shoulder with her hands curled at her collar-bones. then, turning a corner, she happens to literally bump into him—not with enough force to knock anyone over, but enough to startle (she jumps a little).]


Cain!

[her posture relaxes into a hunch, and Painwheel tilts her head.]

Hey. It's been a while... Everything okay?
one ♫ video ⇛ open.
04 June 2012 at 11:57 pm
[ quinn stares at the pamphlet for a moment, skimming the pages, then tosses it aside like it was a piece of trash she'd picked up by mistake. ]

If this is some sort of freshman hazing, I've seen better. [ like how the football team used to trap artie in the porta-potties. ] I've done better. [ things she'd rather not think about; that's not her anymore. ] I'm not impressed, and I'm not joining whatever sorority you're trying to recruit for. My answer's no, so you can let me out now.

I've got orientation in an hour and if I miss, I won't hesitate to turn you and everyone else involved in this to campus police.
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04 June 2012 at 09:16 pm
[Some greasy fool in latex-looking overalls is trying to stare into the lens-portion of the communicator and not doing a good job because he is extremely walleyed and holy crap look at this dude.]

Hmm.

[He fiddles with the buttons on the thing on his ear, and the video feed phases in and out a few times. Visuals fade back in after a few more moments of him dicking around.]

Are we tuned in?

[Pause.]
[Then weird lopsided smiling.]

Hi there~

Am I the only one around?
The brochure says there's a "baseball" team, but I'm not so sure how old the brochure is, so. Sometimes you find old relics in weird places.

[The "brochure" is in a wadded-up ball behind him on the floor, so it's safe to assume he didn't do much reading.]

Could someone maybe set me straight, if anyone is around? I think I got a little turned around. Maybe sometime last night.
[Sure.]
And I need to get home.
[Right.]
Or I'm never going to hear the end of it.
[Whatever.]
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04 June 2012 at 08:55 pm
[Luke already privately had his freak out, and had a frantic read through of the brochure. He's all caught up, and once he's figured out the communicator (THREE BUTTONS ARE KINDA HARD OK) he's right up on the network]

This is the worst. I'm not even really sure where I am! I mean, one second I'm walking up some stairs to go do something really, really important, and then I'm here. I'm really worried about everyone. I'm pretty worried about myself, too. I don't even have my sword.

[he looks through the welcoming basket, and idly snacks on something]

I'm going to go talk to that robot in charge. I don't know if it'll do anything, but it must be worth something.

[It's entirely possible to run into him, too. He's just on a street corner, sitting on a window sill for a shop in sector 5]
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04 June 2012 at 05:29 pm
[ click! a young woman, seventeen or eighteen at the oldest, is peering expectantly into the video feed. after a moment or two of fiddling with the communicator, she starts talking - to herself. ]

A network-interface device of some sort, huh...? Might be worth looking into, assuming I can put it back together.

[ she grins at that, cracking her knuckles like she's accepting some sort of challenge in the process. ]

Anyway, looks like it's on, so- [ she clears her throat. ] Greetings, fellow inmates! My name's Lucca, and I... [ she pauses for a few moments, awkwardly adjusting her glasses before continuing. ] To be honest, I'm not really sure how to introduce myself here. It's a prison, right...? On second thought, maybe that's all that needs said right now.

[ she flushes a teeny bit, barging on nonetheless. ] Anyway - I understand the need to remove all weaponry upon arrival. It's a sensible approach, really! But just in case our robotic captor is listening... I don't suppose I'd be able to bargain for the return of my Wondershot? Even if it's converted to a non-operational state - an easy fix! - I'd still kind of like it. The thing's got sentimental value, you know!

[ there's a bit of a pause after all that. and then- ]

...Robo, Ayla- Crono- heck, anyone, just let me know if you see this. Until then, guess I'm getting used to this place.

[ and with that, she shuts off the feed. ]
[video/action] Beach Party!
23 May 2012 at 06:39 pm
[Michiru has been busy today. She had woken up with sudden urge to throw a party so she had spent most of the morning setting up her idea and finally she is ready to let people know about it.

As the video feed turns on, people will notice that a portion of the beach has been set up for a beach party including drinks, snacks, and appropriate beach games. And of course the teal-haired Senshi throwing the party]


Good afternoon, Marina. It seemed like today is as good a day as any to have a beach party. I have everything that I thought of for games and snacks, but if you can think of, feel free to bring it as well.

[And now for the fun part...]

And just to make it a little more fun, let's make it a clothing optional beach party. But please wait until you get to the beach for those who do not wish to join us.

See you here soon.

[And video feed out]

[ooc: Why yes, she did say clothing optional. Michiru's all set up at the beach and will stay for as long as there are people there or until the gas wears off which ever comes first. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves and above all, have fun!

If you want to respond to Michiru's video post or interact with her, there is a thread here. Otherwise, notifs are off]
video ☠ no inhibitions event
21 May 2012 at 10:04 pm
I wish people were nicer.

[Sougo sighs.]

It would be nice if people would understand why I was upset when I was rejected from the Defense Force. They said it was only for the time being, but it's the closest thing to police work in this place. I'm supposed to do police work. It was the path I chose, and my sister was always very encouraging and supportive of me, even when it meant leaving her behind by herself.

I have to do it for her. Everything that happened to her is because of me, and this is how I can make it up to her.

[He starts to speak softer and more quietly, starting to trail off.]

I guess I just thought you should know... Not that I think anyone is listening, because everyone hates me, but I don't have anyone to talk to, and people always say talking about things is a good thing to do. I think it's stupid, though, because it doesn't change anything, and it won't fix what I let happen to my sister...
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21 May 2012 at 06:28 pm
[so how's it going this fine day of no inhibitions, prisoners of Marina?

Painwheel is meandering—she's been exploring for the past couple of days, finally having even settled on a place for herself. but she's not there, now. right now, she's harmlessly wandering around sector 5, since she hasn't explored as much of it yet.

she's been braving going out more and more, despite her hesitation to be seen. she's feeling less like she has to hide for the sake of not scaring the piss out of everyone. she still seems to be laying a little low, though. no one's really seen her face, save for 3-4 people.

and she's totally unaffected by, if not also completely oblivious of, the gas that's choking up the asylum. without any inhibitions, how does a face like this make you feel?

and even if you aren't affected, feel free to say hi whether or not you know her!]
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; ))
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17 May 2012 at 07:31 pm
Hello fellow shitstains, tell me more about your strange love quadrant that has nothing to do with pity or hate. Look at me, being oh-so-fucking magnanimous and not writing it off as idiocy.



[Video;; Filtered to Sollux]

[He looks nervous, dreadfully nervous. He's even doing that thing where he gnaws at his lower lip a bit when he's riddled with anxiety or self hate. He stays quiet for a long time, regretting that he did video because fuck how is he supposed to say this...]

Hey, look, I'm an idiot, we both fucking know that. Idiot doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm so far fucking past idiot; idiot is panting and huffing and dying at the beginning of the race, hello I'm about to run through that fucking ribbon that declares that I'm too far past idiot. I don't think there's a bigger bulgebrain out there. This is me trying to say I'm sorry, even though I know there's no reason to accept it. But I'll apologize anyway because fuck, you deserve it.

We should talk about this... Meaning I should stop being a huge fucking coward about things.
[voice]
10 May 2012 at 08:49 pm
[Click, click, click, click, click goes the lighter.]

Seems I won't need to be telling any more stories. [He actually scoffs.

And then after a beat he just chuckles.]
Oh well.


[Private to Alma;]

Hey kid, got a great job for you. Find the fat white cat Wisely was supposed to be taking care of for me. It should be in sector four. [Since Wisely's not all up in his thoughts rn, he's assuming it was a 2-for-1 loss. If it's not, having someone check up on that idiot's still a good thing. That cat better be alive.] Probably stuck in a damn tree.


[Private to Kitty;]

Hm, how's that rhyme go again... Roses are red, violets are blue...
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.
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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]]