Prison?! You gotta be kidding me! I didn't even commit any of those crimes you got listed. Well I did kinda break the Great Stone Dragon but that ain't the point!

I gotta protect Mulan and help her save China! I can't just leave her alone with all those Huns! That girl's gonna get herself cut in two if I'm not there! And what about my position? I ain't never gonna get it back if I'm stuck in a prison.

[A beat of silence.]

Ringing the gong aint lookin' so bad now.......

[There's a brand new troll roaming Marina's hallways, having just left "his" room, barefoot, a blue cat-hat and his communicator headset on his head. He sways whimsically as he walks, his arms thrown out to the side as if for balance. A light flashes on the headset, indicating that it's broadcasting, and with each step he takes...]

HONK.

honk.

HONK.

honk.

HONK!

[You are surrounded by the harsh geometry of a ruined kingdom. There is no sign of life--only molten gold, fire, and the dark red of congealing blood. All around lay the corpses of white-shelled men, women, and children, clad in gowns and tunics of beautiful pastel hidden by blood and gore. They’ve been slashed cleanly apart at head or torso by an unthinkably sharp blade. Great idols of frogs have been cleanly beheaded and defaced, and once-proud towers dozens of stories high stand like broken tombstones over the kingdom. Nonsensically, the occasional pile of sand rises up in the middle of a street or the edge of a room.]

[Above, the sky splits in two with a strange juxtaposition of day and night: on one side, an orb of the most gorgeous and perfect blue sky where white puffy clouds drifting along lazily, and the other, a velvet black void streaked with the red trails of an uncomfortably close meteor shower. Several hurtle toward the planet, only for a shifting spirograph portal to appear in time to swallow it up and send it elsewhere.]

[Among the silent and eerie landscape, a woman’s voice pierces the silence with a song. Her voice is thin and weak, but the words come easily, like a well-worn hymn.]

...they wait for she who would thaw solid flesh, and resolve it into dew...

[Perhaps you are standing on a street, or wandering a corridor. Maybe you are in a grand cathedral with defaced religious icons, or in a ruined room that opens up onto a balcony. No matter where you may be, the singer is just out of view.]

That lantern show last night...

[There's a long, considering pause here, as though he's looking for the words to describe the depth of his feelings...]

... You know, I had to watch a turdweasel run about a place where fireflies were trapped under a blanket of tumultuous cloud, winking their asses on and off like some kind of desperate, obscene insect bucket show. I had fucking flashbacks to there. That's what that reminded me of.

[Now there's the sound of his feet stamping along the ground.]

Speaking of bucket shows... Wow. Why the fuck does a computer care who pukes what into whatever receptables a fucking drone comes waddling up to their door with? It's not like it couldn't just incenerate the genetic fluid if it didn't want breeding.

Of course, maybe it's just been a stalwart bustfuck about it so that prisoners can spend more time bitching about bodily autonomy than actually... oh, I don't know, looking for a way out. Kind of a good trick, actually. Simple, but motherfucking effective nonethefuckingless.

[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.}

[Hiling enjoys this weather much better than the rain. It seems like a waste not to be outside. She cant' do much in the way of physical activity with a broken arm and her wrist still bandaged, but walking by the beach doesn't require much effort. She heads out to the observation deck since that's a little drier. Perhaps she could be persuaded to share the popcorn she brought to snack on.

But she doesn't stick around for too long, as she has business at Defense Force Headquarters. For once, she's actually thinking about what she is going to say, rather than blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. She wants this to go well.]

((OOC: Run into Hiling at the beach or at HQ, indicating which in the subject. She would love to meet some newbies!))

[ Unlike some of the other newcomers, he isn't having a lot of trouble understanding his predicament. While he doesn't absolutely accept it yet, the facts and the evidence are beginning to accumulate. It isn't hard for him to stomach the thought that someone has considered him a criminal and incarcerated him for it. After all, people have been telling him for years that he's a psychopath (wrong: he is a high-functioning sociopath) and that he's one crime scene away from going on a mass-murdering spree of his own. Really, it's about time. With his brother, Mycroft, functioning more or less as the British government itself and his undeniable contribution to Scotland Yard's successful case-solving, he was nigh untouchable by normal policing. Fitting, then, that he should have to be abducted by another world to be imprisoned.

But this isn't like any prison he's ever seen or heard of before. He's woken up in a flat and there's no ball and chain. There is a bed and basic amenities. He checks everything -scanner too- to be sure before settling back to read his pamphlet again. The welcome basket is reviewed and a small, potential psychological sketch is done on those who provided it before it is cast to the wayside.

Things seem pretty solid. He doesn't believe he's mad, but he hasn't yet written it out of the realm of possibility.

The door is unlocked.

Outside, there is a rainbow.

Definitely not his construction, then. This is most probably real. And most definitely not like any prison he's ever seen.

This may be Hell. He never really bought into the conventional standard of a lake of fire.

Well, might as well go and investigate. After doing a quick inventory -phone, magnifier, and gloves are all he has left of home- and inserting the welcoming pamphlet into his trouser pocket, he's off. ]

[[ OOC: Sherlock can be in any district! He is exploring and taking samples. You might see him striding down the street or catch him picking at the soil/concrete. He may have peeked into a building where you were hanging out, but he's promptly gone again. If he passes you on the street, he isn't likely to say anything to you. He doesn't seem interested in people unless they approach him. Or are very, very obviously different. Then he might have to stare at you a little.

Let's have some fun! ]]

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.]

Oh mom...

[The screen jostles, tilting up as a small thump is heard. Kneeling on the ground, long brown hair sweeps the pavement below as a young girl falls to her knees in defeat.]

I... I realize that setting up camp on private property is wrong, but I never imagined how serious the offense! [Dark eyes swirling she reels dizzily, head spinning] I don't even remember there being any pressed charges. I'm the worst. Such an idiot! The lowest of low. To think that the Sohma allowed such a hardened criminal into their home.

[Gloom]

I'd punish me too.

Still nothing.

[The voice is recognizable but the lens of the device is nothing but a blur; a quick flash of colors mixing together like a water painting smeared into something unrecognizable. It's too quick to follow, even rain splattered as the owner dashes off at speeds not humanly possible. There's the flash of blue, dark strands of hair whipping across the lens whenever coming to a halt, only to switch directions.

Finally, the screen comes to a halt once more. The view settles, just a little as the owner of the device abruptly comes to a pause. From around the screen the edges of a blue hood are evident, and it's clear even from the wet glass that Yuuki, as anyone able to have recognized the owner of the device, is above ground, standing within the high branches of a tree. She's in near the clock tower, as it's within view. Her fingers clench into the bark of the tree, just barely visible and she draws a deep, exhausted breath, before leaning forward, wearily.

A beautiful, blue, butterfly gently lands on her hand despite the rain, it's seemingly delicate wings beating softly. She glances toward it before taking a deep breath, and straightening.]

Don't worry. You won't be the only one. I'm sorry about the rain, though.

[Yui'll be here at the Pet Shop, having passed by it a few times and ending up staring at the cute critters bounding about from the outside, each animal trying to get her attention to be focused at any single one of themselves - with little success, of course, since Yui gets distracted easily.]

[Either way, she's finally given in to her inner desires this time, and is now inside of the shop itself, surrounded by the throngs of animals, none of which able to specifically catch her attention, as it's being directed at just about all of them, each taking up less than a second, as she pets one, hugs another, and cuddles that one.]

((ooc: Action post! Feel free to try to get her attention while she's inside the pet shop itself. Will be rather late on tags until quite a while from now - sleep comes!))

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[ Anyone who ever tells you that cereal is only for the morning has never met Terezi before. See, she's discovered this delicious stuff called Rainbow Gravel and she is making an ungodly mess with eating it in the Shelter's dining hall.

What bowl is she on? Number 3? Number 30? Who knows! But believe her when she says this is the best food ever. ]

[It's the tea purrty! As listed on the invitations she sent out, when five o'clock rolls around, Nepeta has set up a bunch of blankets in Sector Four with tea things strewn all over them. Every teapot comes in a pastel color with a black cat pattern on it, and they contain such things as Purrl Grey, Rawrjeeling, Cameowmile, Tannya, Raspurry tea, Blooberry tea, and a blend she's labeled "secret blend! :33". There's also a pot with a red stripe painted around the lid that holds red-colored tea, beclaws Nepeta purrmised.

Courtesy of the bots and Kanaya, there are crumpets and tarts and sandwiches and pie and all sorts of other tasty treats scattered between the teapots and teacups.

Just about anyone Nepeta's talked to has been invited, but she won't compurrlain if they purring guests! And if you stumble by on accident? She'll force a cup of tea on you and insist you try a tart. :33]

[[OOC: Event-ish type post, feel free to tag around~. And even though she sent invites, it's open to anyone that would be in Sector 5 near sunset. And the "secret blend" is a ridiculously STRONG lemon tea. "OMFG how can you drink this without sugar" strong lemony flavor. Have fun with that. X33]]

[The camera feed turns on and the view is shaky, turning every which way and accompanied by the sounds of two girls. At some point the feed shows a bowl of green slime that looks far from edible.

And yet there is a gray-skinned hand reaching into it.

A few slurred words follow after the slime-covered hand disappears along with a chorus of wispy laughter.]

"So I told him... hahahaha ... I told him he had to just go. Just go! trust me and just... heheheehe Gooooooo"

"Holy fuuuuuuuuck... that is so... soooooooo funny... I just-... I just woooooooow..." [The camera view turns on them and lo and behold are Terezi and Vriska, faces colored teal and blue and smiling. Vriska is leaning against Terezi and drawing little shapes on the floor with the slime. Then she momentarily stops.]

"... You hear something?"


[ooc; TZ is teal and Vriska is blue Taking place at sundown in the shelter common area. Teresi and Vriska decided to play truth or dare. This post takes place a little after they get into their 'game', one of the dares being 'eat sopor slime' (which canonically is not supposed to be eaten and can cause brain frying, to put it simply). Yup. Also, action is available but we can't guarantee we'll tag every reaction comment.]

[There is a clang of noise. Only, 'clang' is not a sufficient word to decribe the ripe cacophany of falling metal and squishy teen troll. The communicator comes on in just enough time to catch the loud and really rather angry vulgarity hidden in the middle of the noise.]

SHIT FUCKING FRONDBITER ASSFUCKS.

[The noise stops, except for the necessary little tinkle of metal just after you think everything is all over.

Eventually there is a groan.]

Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?

Rolling blackouts? Hah! [ She giggles, and it's a sinister sound. ] That's no fun~

Why not go with the prison-wide blackouts again? Those were the best! [ Raptors included. They were at least a challenge. ]

Hey~~~ Who wants to play a game? [ You don't. You really really don't. ] Someone tried to tell me about about 'Catacombs and Wyverns'. Anyone know anything about that? Looks like he chickened out~ [ You can hear her breaking heart. ♥ ]

(ooc: She means Dungeons and Dragons, but of course we can't call it that. >.>)

[Timid, shifting from hoof to hoof, a yellow pegasus with a beautiful pink mane looks nervous, fearful even, as she hides behind a rock, peeking out on occasion. The network device is sitting off to the side and slanted, as though obviously taken off. Shaking from head to hoof, you’d imagine that she’s cold, but the temperature outside isn’t bad. Voice trembling, it’s so quiet and faint that you have to struggle even just to hear it.]

Oh my a...a prison. Um...t-there must be a terrible mistake. You see...I don’t do very well with scary things, and criminals sound exceedingly frightening...

[Glancing around, swallowing thickly and voice lowering if ponally possible into a near squeak.]

Twilight Sparkle...? Rainbow Dash? This...i-isn’t a prank, is it _{Pinkie Pie...?}

I must admit that I still find myself in a mild state of incredulity. To be spirited away to a penitentiary in a nebulously ascertained area by means unknown, is in itself cause for indignation. To do so in the middle of my ensuring the propagation of my species makes it more so. Particularly when, as you say, it is 'best' for me and the timeline from hence I hailed.

[the irritation in her voice is clear, but after a small pause and sigh, it lifts a little]

I apologize. Little will be achieved from griping. If those in charge of this facility and this machine, Acumen, was it? If you are listening I beseech that you at least return to me that Very Important item which you have taken. I assure you it is by no means dangerous.

If any others are listening, which I believe must be the case, then of you I ask to enlighten me. Whatever you can tell me about this Marina facility would be most appreciated.

I can’t believe this... [His voice is low, quiet. There is a lengthy pause before:]

This is awesome! Oh man it’s just like Poe! Going to prison like this for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Awesome! Now all I need is a plane and a few other fellow convicts and this will be the best thing ever to have happened to me! The ball and chain is wickedly authentic too!

[Pause.]

Wait. I thought I already reunited with my loving family. This is going a little bit backwards. [More silence before:]

Nic Cage! I have wronged you! I can’t follow your best work ever by the book! Damn.

[Laughs a little.] Oh, right. I guess people can hear me, huh? Hi! I’m John.