[Action | Open] evening
14 June 2012 at 08:58 pm
[Conrad's eyes flicker when the dome lights go out, the passage of time having gone unnoticed until now. He has no concern for the time, nor how long he's been kneeling here. His eyes remain focused down into his lap, at the face gazing up at him, framed in wisps of windblown hair. His hand cradles delicate fingers, his careful fingertip tracing the curl of an index finger. The barest touch, slow enough to almost seem still.]

[The face holding his attention is porcelain-white, eyes dull and flat, flawed with tiny fissures. The hand, divorced from the body where it once belonged. Across his lap and spread around in a wide halo are crumbles of white stone -- the same stone that compose the face and hand. Interrupting the silence is a quiet sound. The slightest crackling, like the first drops of rain on an arid tundra.]

[She could easily be mistaken for a fallen statue, as if she were never flesh at all, but for the too-true sadness on the girl's sculpted face, the perfect molding of her hand against his.]

[These few bits of stone are all that remain of Diva. His Diva. And as soon as he moves they too will crumble to dust.]

[So here he will stay, for now. Until she breaks completely, he won't let her go.]


((OOC: Anyone on the DF would certainly have knowledge that Diva attacked someone and Saya was fighting her, if you want to have them show! Apologies in advance for Conrad's general unresponsiveness... ^^;;; ))
[action]
11 June 2012 at 10:39 pm
[ Wolfram, in his eternal quest to forever lurk around Sector 4 has encountered a pleasant surprise today: There are bunnies of all sizes and colors running all across the park!

This wan't entirely unexpected, given Sentience's morning announcement. Still, he wasn't expecting this much fluffy cuteness. Aw, he should have brought his painting tools with him! It would have been a wonderful opportunity to practice some live drawing.

Anyway. His lips curve up a bit as he cradles a little bunny in his arms, and as he holds it, the blonde instantly reminisces about home. His brother Gwendal would most certainly enjoy such en event; too bad he isn't be here to enjoy the cute sight with him. ]
[Action]
12 June 2012 at 10:21 am
[Even if he's been avoiding people lately, the mention of there being the pets out in the park is too much even for Akito to miss. The light brings Daisy and Kasumi with him, sitting under one of the trees and letting the dog romp around with the puppies, while Kasumi curls up in a patch of sun.

He smiles a little as some of the puppies come and investigate him, petting them and not minding as they climb over his legs and sit in his lap, attempting to lick his face]
Hey, stop that... [He doesn't quite laugh, but he is smiling more than he has in days. Cute animals can do that to a kid.

For once, he wouldn't mind some company]
[Backdated to late evening Day 169][Private]
10 June 2012 at 08:00 pm
[Yuuri woke up in bed alone, and at first he was sure he'd been dreaming. He blushed as he thought about everything that had happened with Conrad. He blushed through his shower. He blushed through breakfast. He blushed all the way out the door. Maybe something in all that blushing had him missing the note the older man had left for him that explained why he'd left in the night.

But now, hours later as he's getting ready for bed he finds it, and his already large eyes widen further. He sits on the bed, just staring at the words. Sentience message about the chemicals and people acting strangely comes back to him. It was real. It was...really real.

And then the more panicked thought—it was real and he's been keeping Conrad waiting all day! Wasting no more time, he fumbles for his device, thankfully remembering to set it to private if nothing else.]


Conrad?
video//late afternoon//170
07 June 2012 at 09:34 pm
[On any other day, Aidan would be in full-on Welcome Wagon mode right about now. That's not the case today and his usual sunny demeanor is nowhere to be seen, replaced by something a lot more subdued. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that it's not just his mood that has taken a blow - his face and neck are bruised, his lip still healing from a recent split and bandages are peeking out of the sleeves of his hoodie, hands wrapped tightly in stark white.

The worst can't be seen, but he's not making much of an effort to hide what is visible. This is video. He's not hiding.]


So... 's that time again, huh? New people comin' in? Guess I should say welcome or somethin', tell you this ain't such a bad place. [Pause. He can't really get into it.]

I've been thinkin' about somethin'... you know how people say it's important to make a good first impression? I guess that's somethin' we do here too, huh... bunch o' strangers, shoved together in a fishbowl. Criminals, if you believe it... an' still we make an effort to be all nice an' polite. An' sure, all of us ain't bad but... [Not finishing that sentence.]

What do you think, Marina? Can you trust first impressions as much here as you could at home?


Locked to Saya

... [Cancelled.]


Locked to Haine

Hey. We need t' talk.
[AAAAAND...MINGLE!]
22 May 2012 at 11:52 pm
[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]


{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}
[action/video]
08 May 2012 at 11:34 pm
[action]
[when Neku wakes up, face-first on the pavement, dazed and confused, he doesn't know what to make of how -- quiet it is. and when the situation comes back to him, all at once in a sickening rush, he shoves his way to his feet and gropes for his pins. he still has them, all of them, even the player pin, even the red skull pin]

[a thousand potential explanations rush through his mind before he notices the explanations right in front of his eyes. he spends a while poring over the welcome message and the brochure, and then listening to the other new arrivals, trying to think about this reasonably instead of freaking out the way he so desperately wants to]

[feel free to find him while he's flailing, reading, or brooding! he's spending most of his time folded unabashedly on the ground against a wall. otherwise...]




[video]
--Hey. [a slightly awkward pause. he's half-buried in his high collar and heavy headphones, but he's working his way out of his comfort zone] This has been way easier to digest than my last impossible kidnapping. So, thanks, I guess. Props to the welcome committee.

I mostly wanted to know if anyone has met a Shiki Misaki, or a guy calling himself Beat. If not, then -- does anyone recognize this?

[he flashes a small black-and-white pin with a skull emblazoned on it between two fingers, and then lowers it again]

[he needs to be sure]
[video]
08 May 2012 at 01:40 pm
[In the couple of hours since Aerith has 'woken up' here, she's cycled through several emotions. Surprise and confusion the most prominent, but there's also a sliver of unease tucked away, nagging at her.

She thinks it's because she doesn't have the materia her mother gave her - it's a little bit like her security blanket, even if it was a tiny enough to tuck into the ribbon in her hair.

Disoriented, she has been wandering around in Sector 4, trying to think of what to do next. It's hard to switch from 'lone mission to try to save the Planet' to 'imprisoned underwater with no way out'. Not that she's thinking of escaping - but she does worry about what is happening back home.

Deciding it would be easier to just ask the network in general (and possibly find any of her friends, if they're here), Aerith fiddles with her communicator for a moment before it cuts on.
]

I wonder if I can- oh, I think it's working! [There's an adjustment made to the communicator so it's steady.]

Hi there! Wow, this really different from my PHS. I actually just had a question for everyone - I only arrived a little bit ago.

[It's funny how a few hours can seem like forever when one appears inside an underwater prison.]

I know that someone is sent back in our place... [There's a slight frown on her face before continuing.] What I'm curious about is there a way to find out what is happening back home? Besides asking someone who might have been there, anyway.

[Not that she even knows if anyone from home is actually there with her. She hopes if there is they'll catch this and contact her. She's not comfortable calling out for them over a network - she didn't know who might be listening.]

[OOC:Anyone is more than welcome to run into Aerith while she sticks around Sector 4! She's just kind of aimlessly strolling around, gathering her thoughts!]
01//Fireball [video]
07 May 2012 at 06:53 pm
[Turning on the communicator was the absolute last resort for the spectacular sorceress known country-wide as LINA INVERSE.

And it's quite apparent, when you look at the state of the room she woke up in. Luckily, no scorch-marks on the wall or burnt upholstery can be seen, but for what Lina lacked in firepower, she made up for in pure rage and destruction.

Lamps are broken. Tables thrown over. Pillows ripped of their stuffing and mattresses gnawed at with angry sorceress fangs. That little 'welcome basket'? Its contents are spread out everywhere around the room, as though the basket itself exploded. (Except for any snacks that were in there, Lina stopped mid-rampage to snack on those, thank you very much.)

Now, glaring into the feed, red-faced and heavily panting, is one. VERY pissed. Red-head.]


WHOEVER IS THE SMARTASS THAT DID THIS IS IN FOR A WHOOOOLE WORLD OF HURT ONCE I'M OUT OF HERE!!! YOU BETTER SHOW YOURSELVES PRONTO IF YOU WANT ANY MERCY!
[Video|Action|Text // open to all ]
07 May 2012 at 07:53 pm
[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]

[He begins a videofeed: ]


Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.

However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?

[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]
[Video | Action to housemates]
03 May 2012 at 07:25 pm
[Movement knocks the screen, the entire video shaking as it abruptly begins to record, everything a quick blur, the head piece hanging at awkward angle, as though half removed. Footsteps pound upon the ground, the hurried breathing of one out of breath coming in heavy pants

At last, he's cornered. Petite though she is, her aura is intimidating, drawn up so that despite her size, she seems to loom, a corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin. Fangs visible her tongue flicks out to moisten soft lips. Predator and prey is clear, positions set as the boy stares at the long haired brunette from within his corner. The hungry gaze of the girl unwavering, it remains fixed on him, her foot drawing a step closer toward his person.]


You thought you could run, but you should have known better, Yuuri-kun. [Head tilting, each step forward echoes upon the tiled floor, one foot after the other, pace unhurried.] There's no escape for you now.

[He laughs nervously as he tries pushing back against the unyielding wall.]

Y-Yuuki, aren't you being too serious about this? You can't really be this hungry. ....Right?

[She doesn't seem to pause, however, undeterred.] The chase really worked up my appetite. [One hand gliding to his chest, she gently presses her slender fingers against him, the movement light while her other hand lifts to slowly wind around his neck.]

Once I sink my teeth in, I'm not letting go. So prepare yourself...

[OOC: Yuuki is the purple, while Yuuri is the blue.]
[ The 164th Day ]
23 April 2012 at 09:37 pm
Good morning, everyone. Today, is the 164th day of the third generation, and as promised, the facility will be experiencing a light dusting of snowfall throughout the day. Please bundle up appropriately if you are heading outdoors, especially anyone participating in the reconstruction of the Devil's Compass. I will have cocoa prepared at lunchtime for any crew who might be interested!

I have another, less sobering thought question for you all to consider. It was brought to my attention some time ago that the rapid changing of the seasons does not suit all inmates. As many of you have likely noticed, this facility has rapidly cycled through seasons, typically changing them once every other week. The purpose of this protocol is to keep inmates engaged in their surroundings with an ever-changing environment. I am considering changing that, but another inmate expressed a preference for the seasons to change faster, as they had been.

What do you think about it? Do you enjoy the rapid rotation of the seasons? Would you prefer it to always be spring? Would you rather it to be lengthened to something more representative of your world's seasonal span? Bear in mind that everything is adaptable: the passage of time within the dome does not currently reflect the passage of time, either on your home planet, nor this planet.
[video]
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.

[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]

Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.

[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.

Better to ask, right?]
[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!]
vii → voice | open.
06 April 2012 at 02:15 pm
[ he seems to be answering this question a lot lately, so might as well give all future questions an answer in a one fell swoop via PSA. ]

I am not an angel. My name is Angel, but it's just a name. No halo, no wings, no time spent in heaven. Stop asking.
voice/video ; one
03 April 2012 at 01:37 am
...Leo? [his voice shakes slightly, confused and groggy (and maybe a little scared -- no one's here to hear it, so what does it matter?). his head is pounding, and he can't remember how he got here, but all he can remember are Leo's words:

"I've come for you, Oz-kun."

what did that even mean? and did that have anything to do with now? unlikely, perhaps, considering the information he'd woken up to and the weight chained to his ankle and he takes a moment to play with the chain before giving up. he can barely move with it nevermind get it off.

the video feed that (accidentally) is initiated a few moments later shows oz crushing his hands to his head in an attempt to numb the pain he's feeling. he's alone, of course, collapsed to the floor with his back up against the weight for support and knees pulled in. his eyes are open, wide and pupils narrowed.

the abyss had been different. he'd been a different person, then, and in the abyss he barely had time to think with the chains present but this place he could sit and think and think for hours upon hours (and perhaps he had depending on when he exactly got here) and the more he did, the shorter his patience was becoming. he can't be here, he has to be with his friends, he has to protect them, he has to protect himself for them and being stuck in some underwater prison isn't protecting himself at all! finally, he speaks up, his voice loud.]


Alice! Gil! Where are you! [it drops, the slight desperation seeping through.] I need you both... [here. with him. where he knew they were safe and not hurt or anything considering the encounter they had had all been facing with leo, vincent, and echo.]

[another presence of silence, just oz's breathing before he speaks again, this time not nearly as desperate. it's like shutting a switch off the way the built up panic dissipates completely. he's quiet, voice low and slightly poisonous with spite.]

...This is stupid. My head hurts.
☆ video
22 March 2012 at 07:45 pm
[Hikaru waves!]

I have an announcement to make!

[Imitates the sound of trumpets.]

I'm going to be making some changes with my current living arrangements. It's just way too boring without anyone around so maybe if there's anyone looking for a place or anything...

But to make this fun, you need to sell yourself! Why should we live together? I don't want any lies. It has to be honest stuff!
[Action | Open] Backdated
18 March 2012 at 02:09 pm
[He'd spent a good bit of the day watching it wherever he could. Windows, still water, mirrors, anything that would work. Currently, Conrad finds himself standing before the koi pond with a soft smile. The ocean would have been more fitting, but the very waves that made it so also made it a poor surface for a reflection.]

[His wish is simple enough. And though different each time, there's only one thing that matters: Yuuri. Seeing him smile in that unfettered way of his, not a worry to be had. This particular time they're in the dome still, throwing a baseball around and chatting easily, Wolfram off to the side with an easel and palate.]

[And Diva -- she's nowhere in the water's surface. But she is back at the tower, waiting for him. Just another moment and he'll go. He'll risk her punishment if he can have a few more glimpses of this.]
[Video] [Action for Housemates]
14 March 2012 at 10:21 am
[When the video comes on, there is the image of a kitchen on the screen. It's obvious from the looks of it that the kitchen is neat and orderly--normally. Currently the counters are riddled with boxes and bottles. Spices. Food. Cabinet doors are wide open.

In the midst of all of this chaos is a slightly confused and vaguely irritated Zero. The clanging of pots and pans echoes through the microphone as he squats on the floor searching through one of the lower cabinets. He's obviously having difficulty finding what he's needing.

Finally, he pulls out a flawless stainless steel skillet that looks almost brand new-the reflection of a familiar looking short-haired brunette sticking her tongue out at everyone for a moment before Zero tilts the pan and makes her disappear. You all saw nothing, right?

With a sigh, Zero gets up on his feet before addressing the entire dome. He's too confused and lazy to filter to his housemates so he doesn't really care who hears it. He originally thought it was Yuuri, but little things he's noticed in the last few days of living here are leading him in a different direction. Which is confusing the hell out of him because who picks up so many weird personality quirks in such a short time? He'd lived with her for four years and some of her behavior wasn't what he would consider 'normal' for her.]


Just so you know, it takes a lot longer to get a meal on the table when you don't know where anything is. If you want to rearrange all the cabinets, at least come retrieve things for me so I don't have to spend five minutes searching for the flour.
[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.))