08 June 2012 at 05:16 pm
[Look out, Marina. It's time for a new Doctor ramble.]
Friends, inmates, not countrymen, seeing as none of you are from the same planet as me, let alone the same country, if Gallifrey even had countries, which, actually, is an interesting topic, but you don't care about Gallifreyan politics, and I don't care to relive them, and really, I'm getting off topic already. Rose, why aren't you keeping me on topic? That's your job. Usually. Sometimes. Maybe. Did I tell you what the topic was? I didn't, did I? Sorry. Not your fault. Tongue's getting away from me. You know how it is. Of course you do. You were there for the first time this tongue got to wagging, weren't you?
No. Wait. Shh! Don't interrupt me. Lend me your ears!
I have a point that I'd like to make, and the point is this.
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. ]
04 June 2012 at 08:30 pm
Hello – is there someone who can hear me? Is what the brochure in the basket said – is it true? We're considered criminals here?
[ She makes a quiet 'mm,' sound, acknowledging and pondering the situation all at once. ]
If that's the case… Is there anyone here who can tell me, have you seen a young girl with a pink ribbon in her hair, named Marlene? She might have had a boy with – [ You can almost hear the slight smile in her voice when she speaks. ] – light brown hair, a bit long, with her. They were with me, not too long ago... Surely, they could have been brought here, too... [ She's concerned, but also very hopeful. It's possible, right? Completely possible.]
I would be grateful for any information you could offer me! I need to find them as soon as I can. [ And then another thought occurs to her. Marlene and Denzel weren't the only members of her family there in the church with them. What if some of the people she knows are already here, and can hear her? ]
Barret? Are you here? [ And, of course... Though he's doing so much better than he was before, she is always concerned for his well being...]
[ Video/Action | Open ]
16 May 2012 at 11:03 pm
Just look at you guys, all bright eyed bushy tailed. How are you, Marina?[ The brightest smiley face you've ever seen on a guy~ ]
I realized I missed newbie day and thought that there's something missing from the Welcome Baskets. [ With that, he holds up a flyer -- ]
You know how you're kinda given a heads up with the brochure that tells you about our Wardens who can play around the space-time continuum? Well some kind soul
thought that isn't enough so we have this helpful little pamphlet here: "Death Buddies and You"![ Then holds up both of his hands as if to stop protests. ]
Now now, we're not here to make fun of dead people, just to make sure that people know what they're facing here. I'm no specialist, but if you've got questions I'll do my best to answer. We're handing these out around Sector 0 near the Shelter so inmates old and new are welcome to 'em.[ Two girls, a brunette and a blonde wave from behind him. ]
Now, for the rules! Rule number one ... [ He then proceeds to read off the rules and after the last rule. ]
Not too complicated is it? Well, we're here the whole day so come on down~(( OOC: Gabriel will mostly be answering network posts, but he has minimally bent the reality around Sector 0 and thus have "Sugar" and "Spice" walk around handing flyers out. So if you tag action, one of the girls will come talk to you :3 ))
[Video | Open]
08 May 2012 at 10:02 pm
[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. Immediately, she starts rambling.]
Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. The creepy, prison-themed Twilight Zone with an embarrassingly hackable headset and no keyboard in sight, which is its own special level of hell and somewhere I'd rather not hang, capiche?
Someone please just pinch me, or do whatever it is you do to get someone to wake up from a bad dream, and preferably without any more violence than absolutely necessary, because ickiness is totally not something we need to add to the mix --
[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]
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.
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]
[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]
[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[Mail | Day 164 | Belated again oops]
30 April 2012 at 10:26 am
- Euphemia li Britannia: flowers from
- Kitty Pryde: flowers from
[PM has opted to do more walking today, though that's at least in part because she's carrying a bit of precious mail cargo--flowers! It would be a shame to spill them.]
[The ring also has the ability to give her tentacles
if the pair of them sprouting from either side are any indication. Each is carefully curled around a set of flowers held close to her body for protection.]
[Still, wearing the ring so often is taking its toll, and she takes the occasional break to lean against a tree or a fence. At this point, though, she's really just trying to keep her ring for her route to keep appearances up for Jack--for much of her day, she hasn't worn it much at all. So she can be found in a
normal form at the post office!][Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 165 go here!]
[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~]]
[video | open | action closed to the Doctor's household]
15 March 2012 at 05:15 pm
[The vision cast on the surface of the water filling the kitchen sink isn't something anyone else was supposed to see, but it so happens that the Doctor was making a transmission when Puck's little prank hit him. With many of his abilities still muddled, there is no way the Doctor could have foreseen this possibility or blocked the access to his mind required to create the vision.
The Doctor had wanted to show off the dishes, and the fact that he was doing them. Instead, he grants anyone in Marina who happens across the transmission a brief view of Gallifrey as it was before the Time War ... or would have been after, had the Time Lords not fallen so far and the Doctor had not been forced to use the Moment to destroy his own people.
Once the vision is gone, the Doctor doesn't say a word for a full minute, practically an eternity given his current incarnation's gift of gab.]
Well. That was unexpected.
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.]
[video/action → MINGLE] yeah, that's right
10 March 2012 at 01:16 pm
[The shelter is clearly equipped for a celebration to mark the changing of wardens. Everything is neat and tidy, with decorations and a generous food spread laid over the tables for the taking. There’s also the usual entertainment in the common areas – TVs, video games, movies. Maybe you can talk someone into an impromptu karaoke party. Why not? Sentience doesn’t mind.
There’s a party to be had, so get down with your bad self.
Need an invite? Aren’t quite sure what’s going on? Well, here’s a friendly neighbourhood Judith to explain it to you. The camera feed pans over a glammed up corner of the shelter’s common area before going back to her face. It’s clear she’s pleased by the set-up.
If I had known this was planned, I would have made some special cupcakes.
[Are you wondering what goes into Judith’s special cupcakes? Keep wondering.
I suppose after all the excitement from last night, it’s nice to have some fun and relax. I’m not sure it’s fair to have one party directly following another – but maybe I’ll get to make up for missed opportunities. [She wanted to kick a robot’s face in, okay.
] ((OOC: Mingle post for Sentience’s party in the shelter! The shelter is decorated with streamers and there’s a feast spread! But only three types of ice cream, though. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves! It’s a celebration, anything goes. Backdated slightly to the early evening.
If you want to respond to Judith via video, feel free! There will be a thread for that right here! Notifs are turned off otherwise.))
[ 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.
[ Event Mingle: ROUND TWO ]
03 March 2012 at 01:47 pm
[[Open to participants at the end of Round One!]]
[You wake up suddenly, and you're not where you were. But looking around, you find you're in... your own room. Your own bed. It's dark and quiet, late at night, and any friends and roommates you might have are there with you, still sleeping, or just waking up.]
[But something is wrong.]
((OOC: This mingle will function the same as the last mingle. Sentience will make a "prompt" comment for each new development, and then you respond to them and thread amongst each other. In this mingle you start out separated, so you are also welcome to use your communicators to video or voice chat with each other in response to each prompt comment. But you are only capable of speaking to other people who are in this mingle; you cannot hear, speak to, or communicate with anyone who isn't taking part in the event. So don't tag any other action or network posts on the community if you're in the event!))
[Voice | Open / Action | Closed]
25 February 2012 at 08:16 pm
[It's so late that you can reasonably get away with calling it "early" when PM gives up on sleep. After throwing on the bare minimum of clothing to deal with the weather, she leaves the comfort of her home. Her sour mood, compounded by exhaustion and newfound anticipation for the next day, just serve to make her feel even colder than the weather alone is responsible for. The bath house seems like a good idea, so she sets out, stepping quietly so that her shelled feet make minimal noise on the walkways.]
[Once she's there, though, a thought occurs to her. It pains her to involve other people in her business, but she doesn't really know how else to handle it. Towel wrapped tightly around her, she hesitates in the changing room for a bit as she draws up the desire to make the call, shuffling out into the main baths as she does so.]
[PM speaks softly, almost in a whisper, because although she hopes people take the headset off when they go to bed, she can't be too sure.]
Is anyone still awake? And is willing to discuss, er... feelings?
[At worst, she might get a few trolls trying to talk to her about troll romance, but even that would be an improvement over the current situation.]
((OOC: sorry for two posts so quickly, I had this one planned before the mods told me we needed a mail post :3c ))
[ video | action | open]
22 February 2012 at 08:20 pm
[In the morning, residents of Marina will find Ukitake deep in meditation beside the koi pond. He has a slender katana resting across his lap, and his hands are draped lightly over his knees. Sitting perfectly still, he seems almost a statue, save for the faint stirring of his long white hair in concert with the movements of the air.
Later, he can be seen on the network, wearing a contented smile, the same katana sheathed at his side.]
It is always good to see an old friend after a separation. [He leaves unspoken that, for the first time since he arrived in Marina, a part of his soul feels whole again, the shard that was Sogyo no Kotowari no longer missing since the sword was returned to him.]
If there were one thing or person you could ask to be brought to this place, what would you choose?
22 February 2012 at 11:29 am
[Sougo is sitting lazily in his room, poking at a ... voodoo doll? Yes. Perhaps you can see how it miiiight look like Michael, and if not, he's going to mention it anyway.]
Asshole, tell me if you feel something.
[Behind him are some photos that have been taped to his wall. Where did he get them from? He'll never tell. But they sure made for a fun darts session. Unsurprisingly, one is of Michael. Another? Maybe of Suzaku, and another of Helix. They're all of guys he's met here. None of the ladies or kids, oh no — he likes the ladies and kids he's met here. He focuses on those photos again, throwing a dart at each one.]
Eat shit and die. Eat shit and die. Burn to a crisp and die. Eat dicks and die.
((ooc: if you want to assume your character has a photo up there, because they're one of the dudes he's met, go right on ahead. >:3))
[ action ] - OPEN - Backdated
20 February 2012 at 12:18 pm
[Mal is out and about, meeting up with people to talk about... things. Some people know what kind of things he's talking about. Some don't. And at the same time, he's trying to avoid any and all kissing bots. Mal doesn't do that kind of silliness.
...or does he?
Feel free to run into him here and there and everywhere to discuss... things. Or for accidental kissing fun.]
ooc: Sorry this is so late. I was really sick all last week and didn't get online. This is, of course, backdated to last week, mid-day.