[ Action | Open ]
11 June 2012 at 10:17 pm
[ This boy sure does look rather pleased to be visiting the ramen stand today. He looks energetic today. Did something good happen? Is it something special on the menu? Some delectable new dish he's trying for the first (as far as he knows) time?
Why don't you bug him and find out?]
[ Voice : Private : Kitty Pryde (Evo) ]
Hey, uh, Kitty? It's Touma. [ . . . ] Listen. I wanna apologize for the other day. I had no right to talk to you like on the subject.
You're probably still upset, but if you still want to talk to me, I did promise you I'd explain things. [ Yeah. He's got nothing else, so he'll just wait for her eventual response. ] So let me know...
[ Closed to Housemates ]
03 June 2012 at 01:08 am
[ It's late, and Touma is half asleep in a recliner. He was waiting for Sasha to get off of her shift, but didn't think to do anything to entertain himself while he did so. Thinking only went so far, and it is exactly those thoughts that he wants to voice which are keeping him here.
The boy jolts awake when the front door shuts, sits up, and rubs at his eyes. ] Erm... Sasha? Is that you? [ There are, after all, two possibilities. ]
[open | action]
30 May 2012 at 09:45 pm
[BEWARE! Anyone visiting the store today may be subjected to home decor shoppers! Euphie may have cheerfully dragged Suzaku to pick out some new things for their very large, nearly empty home. They've both been missing Lelouch, Nunnally, C.C. and everyone else from their world. Not to mention Ryoji and other friends who have left the dome. It's time to cheer the place up and focus on the good things that are left which is best done with some new drapes and a vase or two.]
(OOC: We'll be avoiding 3-way threads for the sake of speed, but you should be tagged by Euphie and Suzaku.)
[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]
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.
17 April 2012 at 10:05 am
[After the excitement of the last little while, Anri is grateful for any quiet day granted to them. Her talk with Sasha still weighing on her mind, she takes the time to go to the library, sequestering herself away toward the back where all the law books are – laws, jurisdictions, technicalities, this world or that one. She’s expecting small print and words she’s unfamiliar with and wading through pages upon pages of unhelpful information.
She’s not expecting the way the floor seems to roil underneath her, causing her footing to slip off the lower shelf’s edge – one of the many hazards of being too short to reach anything – and the few books she was holding to come down with her. It’s loud enough to disturb anyone nearby, her hip colliding against the shelving and her unceremonious drop to the floor.
She’s left in an upright heap, hand pressed over her mouth as the memories flood in; several months’ worth.
It’s too hard to make out what’s important what isn’t – the blonde woman coming to her house, or Akabayashi-san and the Awakusa-kai, or – or Ryuugamine-kun and that boy, and the way she can’t stop thinking she smells smoke.
She doesn’t get up right away, unmoving and eyes dull as she thinks – something made so much more difficult by Saika’s renewed demands.
Eventually she stands. Her head is throbbing and her mouth is incredibly dry, each step protested by pins and needles. Anri ignores it, taking one book from the library before she leaves.
She’s in the shelter’s kitchen when she turns the communicator on, a few hours later. Her hair is tucked out of her face and behind her ears for once.]
Would anyone mind tasting some food? I’m not sure if it’s good enough to serve to people.
But her voice bells clear, less uncertainty and tentativeness rather than more.]
((OOC: Anri has been canon updated! From post-anime/volume three to post volume nine. Find her in the library or answer her request for unfortunate test subjects! She wants to feed you, to your incredible misfortune!))
[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 )
03 April 2012 at 03:09 am
I can't sleep...
[the video feed is nothing but the lifeless stare of a girl who has lost all hope to what pertains to sleeping. her arrival has made her inner clock all sorts of jacked up and it was messing with her beauty sleep and napping cycle. is she even blinking? (no, she isn't.)]
I am trying so hard to, like, go to sleep but all I end up doing is thinking too much, uhuh. I can't even move and I'm starting to miss being able to move around and choose where I want to take a nap on and be a bum and do nothing all day. I am tired of not doing things. [rolls on her side, because obviously she's resigned herself to lying flat on the floor, the communicator a few feet away from her.] And when I try to take a nap, like, I'm already rested from doing nothin' and I'm starting to really wonder what does the sun look like again?
[this goes on and on; silly rambling over nothing that makes no specific sense. her eyes are bloodshot, her voice monotone and that of a person in deep anguish. pathetically bends her knees and brings them closer to her chest, taking on a fetal position.
obviously she doesn't care about paying attention to her surroundings slash situation.]
Is this deportation, huh? I promise I've been a good girl. I don't wanna be sent baaaack, aru.
[ Action | Open ]
23 March 2012 at 10:04 am
[ Touma is attempting all the various games that can be played without having to make use of his broken right hand, the cast looking like it was freshly replaced and sitting in a sling, strapping it in an elevated position across his chest.
Perhaps the only thing more pathetic than watching a boy with bad luck trying to play games at the Arcade is watching said boy trying to play games one-handed. This does not stop him from trying! Because he has to do something with his time or he just might die of boredom.
Whether its the claw game, the shooting games, the driving simulators (automatic shifting only), or what-have-you, this is what he's going to be doing most of the day. Especially while it rains, because he didn't catch the morning announcement, or he would have brought his coat along to keep himself dry. That's just his luck... ]
[ Action : Closed ]
05 March 2012 at 11:52 pm
[ It's difficult to sleep when you're as worried as Touma was. That's about the only reason he was up and already done with breakfast. (It's as difficult to spread toast with one hand as one might imagine.)
On his way back through the house, he notices that Sasha's door is still ajar from last night. But something catches his eye through the crack — a flash of color highlighted by the morning sun peeking in through closed curtains.
In a near panic, Touma strides over to the door and swiftly pushes it open. With concern overriding any sense in knocking first, or calling out before stepping into a lady's private quarters, he is a full two steps in before he thinks to raise his voice. ] Sasha?
[video | action]
05 March 2012 at 09:59 pm
[Here, Marina inmates. Have a flat, serious but good-looking face in your screens. With eyes closed, the man with aquamarine blue strands of hair looks rather calm.]
I require of your assistance about a way out of this underwater prison. Any sort of information and important details will be appreciated.
[Yes Marina. Only serious business. What did you expect? He opens his eyes and looks at the screen with determination. And with that, the feed ends.]
[video / open]
02 March 2012 at 07:59 pm
[ AR has spent the majority of the day in the library, burying his head in stacks of books, putting them back after finding nothing of interest, and repeating the same process over and over again. He's worked out a system over time on how to peruse the shelves faster, but this hasn't helped in finding anything he'd particularly care about. ]
[ It has been a tedious experience to say the least. ]
... How does one acquire any perspective on these works without knowing exactly why they were written?! It hardly makes any sense!
15 February 2012 at 05:47 pm
[Rogue has spent the morning locked in her room but she's hungry now and the shelter kitchen is far too crowded to deal with when the bots are added into the equation. She's on her way to the convenience store or perhaps the noodle shop if it seems safe. She's wearing gloves and a long sleeves hoody with the hood pulled up along with jeans and boots. She can be caught sneaking around between buildings and through alleys in an attempt to avoid the bots.]
[ooc: Open for kissing. I'll let you guys take the lead on just how involved the kiss is. She will steal powers, life force and memories if there's any bare skin touching hers (ie lips/bare hands to cheeks, etc) I'm okay with anything short of sending your character into a coma]
13 February 2012 at 11:01 pm
[Anri's enjoying the relative quiet and fresh air of the early morning, happily oblivious to the day's mischief... and partly just blissfully oblivious. Find her near the water or, somewhat less likely, kneeling outside the pet cafe's transparent windows and simply watching the animals, her expression pulled to detachment.
She has no idea what today has in store.]
[mingle] Mistletoe Bots
13 February 2012 at 04:14 pm
[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.](OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)
[Action / Closed]
07 February 2012 at 10:43 pm
[ It is a relatively quiet day, and Sasha's mood had improved some since the day before. The weather is still cold however, and she decides that it is time once again for a general cleaning of her apartment. Might as well seize the chance since Touma had gone out for a bit -- at least with her moving furniture around to sweep, and opening/closing this and that door, there would be less chances of him tripping over something or stubbing his toe or hitting his head on something. She then enters his room -- ]
[ Oh. He left graphic literature on his bed. These should be closed and returned to the shelf and -- ]
[ Flippingthroughthepagesand just what in the world is that schoolgirl's hand doing in that young man's pants? And just what are they doing in that dark and enclosed room, on each other and bound with a net and -- ]
[ Oh certainly, a young man has needs! She should close it or just leave it where she found it. What drew her eyes in is as to how the couple resembled Touma and herself -- from the greyscale shading used to color their hair to their respective lengths and styles, and perhaps even down to facial structure. Just what is she looking at she does not even. ]
[video + action]
06 February 2012 at 09:19 pm
[The video begins with a view of-- feet. Chained, bare feet with strange white lines marring the darkness of the skin. Until the camera tips back, shifts, to show a lithe man, hunched and long-eared and positively scowling at his surrounding and muttering angrily to himself.]
I will personally dissect the blighted mage responsible for this. I was unaware even the strongest of magisters could conjure such elaborate illusions, but I do not underestimate their ability to trick and deceive. But for what purpose.
[He does not kick over the welcome basket, tempted as he is, but neither does he pay it or the helpful brochure any attention. He simply glares at it then the communicator, which he found when he woke but couldn't really make sense of the script. A magical item, no doubt, and he will have nothing to do with it.]
Slavers. They become craftier the more I slay them.
[He's grumbling, completely unaware of what a recording device even is, much less that other people can see him despite being alone for now. He tries to phase through the chain, voice lowering and just barely desperate.]
Danarius is dead. He is dead. He cannot--
[ooc | If you decide to go with action, Fenris will try and attempt to phase his fist through your chest!!!]
29 January 2012 at 07:27 am
[Sector 3 is a popular destination for entertainment! People may be interested in seeing a movie at the theater, getting a drink or singing karaoke at the club, playing games at the arcade, or dropping by the Brave Vesperia headquarters -- on business or otherwise. In addition, Sector 3 has a lot of apartments and small houses; maybe people are just coming and going on their daily routine, or you might be seeing a friend who lives here.]
[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 3 today -- morning, noon, or night -- is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]
[ (But if your occasion takes place after dark, remember there was a bomb threat if that's relevant to your character.) ]
[video / action for housemates if desired]
26 January 2012 at 03:33 pm
[the communicator turns on with a clatter as it tumbles across the floor of Orihime's house and comes to a stop, facing her. Orihime is sprawled on the floor, having tripped over apparently nothing at all. she's still in her pajamas even though it's afternoon; she's felt sick and strange and dizzy all day, and so she stayed in bed. but now that she's finally gotten up...]
[Orihime clutches at her face as she starts to straighten. anyone who knows her may recognize that her hair is much longer, and thicker, and wavy. she is, in fact -- two years older than she was before]
[she just holds her head for a beat longer before reaching for the communicator again. when she notices it's on, she smiles sheepishly, picking it up]
Um -- good afternoon, everyone... Can I ask someone to get me something from the clothing store?
her hair isn't all that's grown! CANON UPDATE'D]
[Voice | Action]
02 January 2012 at 10:21 pm
[Rogue is sitting on the bed in a corner room of the shelter. Her knees are drawn up to her chest and there are fresh tear tracks on her cheeks. The room isn't hers, it's Logan's and it's empty now. There's a cup of coffee going cold on the nightstand. The door to the room is cracked open and people passing by might hear her sniffling. Once she's got herself under control, she flips on the audio of her device.]
Logan's gone. I came to bring him coffee and...[She trails off shaking her head and shuts the device off.]