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26 June 2011 at 07:11 pm
Uhhh, hey, everyone, who is currently staying here, not totally against their will or anything. [ >_> ]

I just have a question, uhh, that is purely due to my own curiosity, so it is your choice to answer, or, um, not, answer, it's okay if you don't.

What kind of races are people here? I've already spoken to humans! Which was r-really cool, and uhh, a canine that could speak as I do, which was uhhh, also very neat. But, I am just wondering what other species are here, besides trolls, and er, humans, and talking canines. I probably have already spoken to other things, not that, anyone is a thing, or anything like that.

But...yeah, that's it, heh.
Working Out the Hurt [Action || Open ]
14 June 2011 at 09:02 pm
[It seemed more and more that he was being reminded of the things he had left behind. The world he had come from, scattered with its many people, all who looked to him for guidance. His soldiers that saw him as their leader, their general, even their god. The man who had... captured his heart and that fate tore asunder. The dreams thing, whatever it might have been, had not done any better to heal those old wounds and let them close, and reminded him even more of the fact he was simply waiting for the sands in the hourglass to fall once more, to break free of their suspension.

And worse... worse now two people knew of that horror. As much as he wanted it to not have gone that way, the dream made it so, and for the second time he found himself thrusting a sword through the man he had loved and in many ways still did though he knew him to be dead. Yesterday he had spent meditating on the whole experience and today he needed to work out the whole thing.

So he had migrated himself to the edges of the beach, dressed in his light robes, and was currently running through a series of martial art sets. Add to that the blasts of fire he shot out, and it was probably a sight to see. They were elegant and controlled, slamming down onto the sand and making it hiss and burn, blackening and bubbling with repeated strikes to the same place. He kept going and going til finally he had to stop, limbs shaking from the energy drain, and actually panting a bit.

Acumen and his restrictions.]

[ooc: feel free to bother him, especially if you were in his dream. Or, you know, fire spewing elves interest you.]
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13 June 2011 at 03:28 pm
[Well, he said to Roxas that he'd have to ask a Lilim about this, didn't he? And this way he can reach many Lilim at once, so why not do it?

He'll try not to get too specific, as he's not big on the idea of broadcasting his one vulnerability to the entire prison, but hopefully it'll still work.]

I've got a question for all of the - humans in the prison. [Look, pa, no Lilim! He remembered!]

... or anyone that feels human emotions, really. I suppose not all non-humans are emotionless.

How do you rid yourself of an emotion that you no longer want?
[Dream | Open]
28 May 2011 at 08:53 pm
[Sitting next to a fire, lying on her stomach a little girl with long brown hair kicks her legs in the air. She's humming softly, a stuffed bunny next to her side with crayons scattered about around her. Coloring, she glances up at the sound of the door opening. Excitement flashing across her face, she snatches up the bunny next to her, jumping to her feet before abruptly halting.

Confusion transforms her face. The door shuts, trapping the other individual in the room with her, locking permanently behind them. There's another door across the room, with no windows to speak of. She seems uncertain, head tilting before opening her mouth to speak.]

How did you get in here?

Dream info! )
[Event] Night of Floating Lanterns
20 May 2011 at 08:18 pm
[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]
17 May 2011 at 11:39 am
[Today, Ammy has decided, is the day to meet new people and catch up with friends. Because there are many people she hasn't seen for awhile and new people she totally needs to meet.

The shelter is the best bet for finding people, and naturally this means Ammy's going to hang around the kitchen. Should you be in there, she is going to sit next to you and give you the best puppy eyes she can, because clearly this should work.

The 115th Day
16 May 2011 at 06:07 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 115th day of the third generation. Today, the weather will continue to be warm and clear.

Tonight, at the request of inmate Rapunzel, the dome will have a floating lantern display. Please enjoy it. Any attempt to tamper with the lanterns is prohibited.

Inmates Sherlock Holmes and Shiki Ryougi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.
12 May 2011 at 12:15 am
[The feed comes on with Ashura sitting calmly, mostly his face and shoulders shown and not much else, so it is hard to say where he is, but it is some place quiet.

He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for a crowd to quiet, then begins.]

I realize we have many new members joining us, and some of us have been here for longer than we care to remember. And it has occurred to me that we all know so very little about each other - be it our pasts, our names, or even the worlds we call come from. As a general rule, a people usually share a common past and culture, making a sort of unity between them that sits beneath the usual interplay of individual personalities. And those who follow a different culture are looked upon as oddities, or even with fear.

Being here, in Marina, with so many people from so many different worlds and cultures, I thought perhaps as a whole, as a... people, we might come to understand each other better if we understood each others stories and powers. I would hope that it would provide some unity between us, or at least make it easier for us all to get along with each other and coordinate when times call for it. That being said, I am willing to be the one to compile information anyone is willing to share about their culture, their people from their world. You do not have to speak to me, and this is only mine own idea of what I think might help us all, but I am sure this will work for the better of us all.

And in the spirit of this, I offer up my own story first....

[There is another pause, a breath, and he begins - ]

Ashura's Story )

[He pauses again, taking a deep breath.]

I am available through many means if you wish to tell me your tale, and through my new understanding of technology can hopefully compile them and allow for all to access. I hope this proves to bring us together, or at the least make this place more liveable for us all.

[He stays on the feed silent for a few seconds more, then turns it off.]
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12 May 2011 at 01:03 pm
[Calling all lllllladies! And you other people too. Timcanpy is a magical golem belonging to one Allen Walker and created by one Cross Marian and he has been sulking for a while now! His boy has a new best friend (man's best friend, in fact) and there is only so much clinging to Cross that a golem can do. Plus, new people have arrived, and that is exciting. Tim wants to meet all those new people.]

[So here is your chance to strike up a rapport with a little animated gold ball with wings! Timcanpy likes the ladies best, but he will accept petting, food, and attention from just about anyone.]

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05 May 2011 at 10:36 pm
[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]

[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]

Good evening, Marina Asylum.

Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.

Marina's Criminal Survey )

04 May 2011 at 10:25 pm
[His voice is soft, inquisitive, and free of any expression of pain. That wound this morning may as well have never happened.]

What is in a name? Sounds. Letters. Identity. Reputation. Expectations. Limits.

Would you rather defend your name or your life? [a pause] Provided you had the skills in which to do so.

[He wonders if Sasuke is awake now, listening.]

{OOC: He is hiding away cauterizing licking his wounds in private so Kitty certain people won't find him.}
[audio | action] OPEN
04 May 2011 at 10:30 pm
[A few rhythmic taps start over the feed-- and once they're done, a terribly bland drawl takes over]

Suffering through lock up, community labor, and "good behavior" [slight emphasis here; she behaved for her, okay] the first time around doesn't net you a pass out of chains on your next shitty stay here? [Promptly ending that is a particularly loud crack-- she's shoved the ball at the end of her restraint off her lap and crashing onto the concrete]

[...After a few beats, muffled] This is bullshit.

[She's at the ever popular hang-out spot, aka the park; stretched out and lazing on one of the low, waist height walls if you want-- or happen!-- to run across her. She's not going anywhere with that around her foot, after all]
001: Arrival [voice]
04 May 2011 at 12:34 pm
I understand that something this elaborate cannot possibly be considered a joke... Well then. It doesn't seem like I'll be able to do anything about this situation at the time being, not that I won't try to find out more to see if I can't do anything about this at a later point but I must question the warden of this place about this list of crimes - If I had committed the said crimes, I would know it, wouldn't I?

[have a disgruntled pause, and - is that chains you hear in the background? I think it is!]

In any case, since this seems to be a public broadcast, I suppose I ought to introduce myself: I am Light Yagami, and I come from Tokyo, Japan, a mere small part of the planet Earth.

So. [skepticism is plain in his voice to hear] What sort of worlds do people here come from, then?
02 May 2011 at 10:56 pm
In the Emperor's name, what kind of strange prison IS this? Where are all the torture chambers and Commissariat storm troopers? Where are the gallows and firing squads?

[A trace of amusement trickles into his voice.]
Are you trying to actually rehabilitate us instead of just killing us outright?

[He fiddles with the communicator a bit] This vox-set is impressively complex. Is it Mechanicus make? I don't see any skulls or devotional phrases on it anywhere, how does it even work?

Location: Library

[A severe figure in a storm coat, Commissar's cap, and bearing a heavy restraint is in the library, looking through the books, muttering to himself as he goes through the various books, obviously looking for something in particular.]
02 May 2011 at 08:03 pm
[a slightly hesitant, youthful voice]
Hello. If Lelouch vi Britannia or Euphemia li Britannia are listening, I wanted to say thank you for the brochure. It was very informative.

And… [now a bit more hopeful] Master Fransitart, Master Craumpalin… are you here? Miss Europe? [he was afraid to ask after Freckle or Cinnamon – if they were here, they might wish to hide from any others of his world here who may be less friendly toward monsters]