[Action | Open]
12 June 2012 at 01:16 pm
[Saya looks to be giving the animals wide berth, but watch her long enough and it's clear she's watching them very closely, her sword behind her back as if she's hiding it from the little critters. Sentience said they're trained not to be intimidated, but animals never like her kind much.]

[That, and she's been feeling restless since that episode she had a few days ago. So of course they wouldn't want her to get close. She situates herself beside a tree, peeking over at the adorable little guys and wishing, like she so often does, that she were just a normal girl.]

((OOC: this might be the last chance to thread with Saya since she could be dying this week, depending on IC action~ ))
[MAIL | Day 166 | Action always open!]
11 May 2012 at 08:29 pm
    MASS MAILERS
  • To EVERYONE: a flyer from Kohran Li.

[Much of PM's day was spent without her ring, as WV had finally begged her to not completely exhaust herself by wearing it all the time. Since she doesn't exactly want Jack to catch her in a weak moment, PM still dons it for the relatively brief spurts that are her routes.]

[She can be found either in the post office looking fairly normal (or as normal as a carapacian can look to non-carapacians), or out and about in full puppy mode.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 167 go here!]
O1 [Voice]
10 May 2012 at 12:21 am
--There, that wasn't too hard. A simple device really. Functional and easy to use.

From my understanding this place is an Asylum, which we have been transported to for various reasons that may or may not apply as actual crimes that deserve incareation. However, the architect suggests otherwise. Hardly a prison or asylum by the proper definition. I admit it is curious, but it matters not. The answer will eventually allow itself to be revealed, through a series of interwoven events. Like a story. Only a matter of time before the page that reveals the answer is turned. But, I wonder if any of you will be satisified when that page is turned and you are told the truth.

That aside, I wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of a conversation. You being the one who is observing me over this network. Of course I wonder how many of you will be new to me? I am already aware of nine existences that I recognize fully and to expand that would be a very great honor.

Don't worry about being bored. I am known to be an excellent conversationalist.

[ooc: before answering please fill out this permission post because it will be important regarding his omniscience which has no restrictions in the asylum. I won't be able to answer your tag your character back until you fill this out.]
action | video | open
04 May 2012 at 01:24 pm
[Check it out, Marina!! Today there is a very classy (and very tall) alien woman walking through Sector 2.

She has a violin case in her hand, on her way to return it to the education center. She doesn't really have any use for it anymore, since Sentience provided her with her electric one a few days ago. But she's just. too busy being self-absorbed, so it took her awhile to get around to it. Do not judge her!!

Anyway, education center. Good.

Except she gets distracted on her way there by something called a "Pet Cafe," what even. What. Even.

After spending awhile just Staring Stupidly at this building, she turns her communicator on to address everybody. Because seriously, what is this thing..............]


The "Pet Cafe." Explain.
[ 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?
♠; action | open
25 April 2012 at 12:13 am
[Anyone who happens to be wandering around out by the Park today may find a certain canine-esque figure curled up under a tree, fast asleep, covered in a light dusting of white powder. Judging by the way he's laying, he kind of just...flopped there, and it wasn't exactly a planned napping session.

Jack Noir's energy has just about been expended on attempting to maintain this form through the ring on his finger (which is conveniently hidden under his body where it can't be snatched). It also appears that he has a rather nasty dog bite wound on the back of his neck that's mostly clotted over in its strange...carapacian fashion. Anyone who can't spot his rising and falling chest might mistake him for dead.

After all, how many times do you see something that's been stabbed straight through the chest actually still be alive?]
[MAIL POST | Day 162]
13 April 2012 at 06:31 pm
    LETTER RECIPIENTS
  • Rapunzel: a letter from Snowman.
  • Anew Returner: a postcard from Hiling Care.

[Today's mail route is a little bit... different.]

[Probably largely because the mail lady is a lot bit different today. It still appears to be PM, though at first glance it may not be easy to tell--what with her sudden sparkledog canine appearance.]

[Despite that, she is going about her business as though nothing is unusual. In a uniform with appropriate holes cut for her wings and ears. A few feet off the ground. And occasionally flickering green. Perfectly normal.]

[... PM will take the magical dog-face-making ring off once she's sure that Noir has gotten the message.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 163 go here!]
♠; video | open
07 April 2012 at 11:18 pm
[Oh look, its another black face. Are you tired of these yet, Marina? This one is a little different, mostly because he looks perpetually angry and there's the torn remains of a brightly colored outfit of some sort around his neck. Oh and his right arm is covered in blood and has a really nifty ring on it?]

Who's the cheap trick who thinks they're in charge here? You and me've got some words we need to exchange. You're a fuckin' idiot if you actually think I'm gonna hang around this joint.

[There's a splotch of red on his chest – like he had been stabbed earlier, and now he suddenly wasn't?? But if its an actual wound, he doesn't seem to notice it. He also seems to be a little tired...its not like he tried multiple times all day to teleport out of his ball and chain or anything, why would you judge him like that?]

I ain't really the type to do a lot of talkin', so I'm all for skipping straight to the part where I break you over my knee if you don't make it snappy, you piece of shit.
[Action | Open]
02 April 2012 at 09:13 pm
[Anyone walking around Sector 4 today might notice a certain mail lady/queen/freaky alien is seated at the koi pond. Her skirt has been rolled up and her feet are dipped into the water, despite the weather still being a touch too chilly for such things normally. With her dainty claws, she tears apart a crust of bread into small crumbs to toss to the fish. Her sword is laying within arm's reach, acting as the one odd thing out of place in this otherwise nice little moment.]

[Well, maybe the second odd thing. Besides her muttering. Apparently directed at the fish.]
Auric Tranquility, no, you have to share. The Duke hasn't gotten any, yet.
[video/action]
27 March 2012 at 10:28 am
[hey, it's Flynn! and it's time for Flynn's I miss my dog hour]

[he's already had breakfast, done his jogging, gone through his practice forms, and now he's ended up in the pet cafe, again, playing with one of the puppies. it has been kind of a depressing day so far, so he came here to cheer himself up, but wouldn't you know it? it's just got him thinking about different melancholy things]

[and he just can't help himself but turn on the communicator]


It feels like a lot of people here have adopted animals. I see them out and about all the time. ...How many of you have pets back home?


((ooc: If you want to have caught him earlier in his routine, that's fine too!))
[The 160th Day]
26 March 2012 at 09:09 pm
Good morning, everyone. Today is the 160th day of the third generation of this facility, and -- as many of you are probably aware, there were some upsetting incidents last night.

[Today there's no video post from Sentience; just voice. It might sound a little downcast to you.]

My sensors detected nothing awry until the moment of the video, or else it certainly would have been stopped. I deeply apologize to everyone for allowing something like that to happen, but... I suppose it was optimistic of me to think it wouldn't.

Allow me at least to reassure you all that no one was permanently injured or worse. The guilty parties are in custody, and I will think on the punishments for them, but if anyone would like to register opinions, questions, or complaints, then... I will hear them at the kiosk.

...This is a rather depressing way to start the day, so I have decided to make it warm and sunny today! There should be no need for jackets or coats out in the dome today.
[accidental video | action]
20 March 2012 at 12:46 pm
[Somewhere people work out there is a man. A man working out. He chose his location well. He is shirtless and possibly glistening. It's a thing that happens. You can't control glistening. Thousands of people may be afflicted with glistening and you'd never know. At least not until their curious dog, Salty, decided the communication device was a chew toy and managed to hit one of the buttons.

Have a torso, Marina. There's an interesting tattoo on it and everything. And since this torso is working out you can see muscles flexing. Do you like the view?

How about now with a GIANT tongue coming right at you followed by dog slobber?]
video | open
20 March 2012 at 01:22 am
[Hey sup Marina.

Today, Snowman is looking over all these raincoats and umbrellas that have been so helpfully laid out by their warden, or the warden's robots, or whatever. That's not important.

What is important is that all the raincoats.
are.
hideous.

She has gathered a bundle of coats in her hands and stands there for a minute looking at them one by one before tossing them aside with a disapproving scowl, or what can probably be surmised is a disapproving scowl by how furiously her eyes are slanted. Life with aliens that have weird faces made of carapace: an adventure in speculation by body language.

After spending another few seconds glaring angrily at this rude pile of coats, she finally looks back at the feed.]


I don't suppose there's a tailor around, is there? I don't want to get my coat wet and none of these others will do in the meantime.
[video/open]
17 March 2012 at 09:21 am
[Ed's looked into a mirror recently (hello, automail anyone?) and he's not really happy right now. He's sitting rather subdued on his bed, really subdued for Edward Elric. Any who would know him would probably know that something was up.]

I really hate this place. It's not very nice.

[Ed's in one of his...depressed moods. He keeps seeing Al everywhere he goes, and not Al in his suit of armor, but Al in his human form, or at least, how Ed pictures how Al would look if his body were restored.]
[Video | Open]
13 March 2012 at 06:54 pm
Good morning and hello to those who just arrived. My name is Michiru Kaiou. I am the new music teacher. The previous instructor of the class has left the dome and I just wanted to introduce myself. The music class will start up again on day 160. Anyone is welcome to come.

Also those who I talked to about the violin lessons, please let me know what would be a good for us to start having lessons. I don't want to schedule them over something someone already has planned.

[ooc: if she talked to your character about violin lessons before, you don't necessarily have to reply with a time; we can just handwave it]
[The 158th Day]
12 March 2012 at 07:23 pm
Good morning, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the party, especially those of you who were given the time off from your physical labor to do so. I don't want our recent arrivals to think that they're not included in our celebration, and it seemed unfair. Today will be a little on the chilly side, but clear. I think tomorrow we might have a drizzle, to change things up a bit.

A few of you gave me interesting suggestions yesterday, and I have every intention of taking those into account over the next few days while I perform the high-priority code maintenance to the system. Among the topics that have been brought to my attention are: the collars, the seasonal changes, the current policy on sexual intercourse, and additional activities for everyone to take part in.

If you have any requests, or further suggestions, then please come to the kiosk in Sector 1, and I will be happy to take them there!



((ooc: As a reminder, Puck will be playing his prank today!))
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. ]


Brother!

--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! ]
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.