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[Ianto has, predictably, gone a bit overboard for the Christmas party he and Jack are throwing. The entire apartment has been decorated; there's a tree with gold and silver ornaments and twinkling lights, garlands draped over doorways, candles in every window and festive nicknacks scattered about. It looks like something out of a magazine, and may make visitors a little afraid to actually touch anything. There's also a lot of mistletoe around (one of the side effects of living with Captain Jack Harkness) so it's probably a good idea to keep one eye on the ceiling at all times.

Of course he's made plenty of coffee and some appetizers, so he hopes people really do respond to the invitation Jack sent out, otherwise there are going to be a hell of a lot of leftovers.]

[Hey look it's Christmas. Holidays are something Tyki tends to try and shirk away from but there's no escaping on trains to other cities when you're stuck again in an underwater dome. So while he'd love to spend most of his hours in the sweet comfort of his bar (and he will,) he does have a few people to seek out today. Gifts are worth giving when they accompany flirtatious behavior and pretty women. So it's not so much of a surprise when the majority of these "gifts" are to said pretty women.

And well, Spike, whose outstanding survival of impromptu brain surgery has Tyki setting aside a good rack of booze to take to him later. Strong, strong stuff. Only the finest for fellow murderbros.

He'll be at the Devil's Compass through-out the day with the occasional exception. If you hate holidays, come drown your sorrows. If you'd prefer to celebrate with drink and friend, come as well. Just don't sit next to the sad souls, if you'd please.]

( Private to Kitty Pryde )

( Private to Penelope Garcia )

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[If Korra had any idea there's an ice skating rink right in this sector, she probably wouldn't be doing what she's doing right now. Oh who are we kidding. Of course she would. From the moment she woke up and found snow outside, she knew that she absolutely had to go playing in it.

If you happen to be in Sector Three this afternoon, better watch out. Korra's zipping around, using her waterbending to create tracks of ice, turning the entire sector into her own personal rink. She's careful, of course, but it's hard to be too careful when she's pushing herself to go faster and faster. (She might be running from some unsettling memories as much as she's chasing an adrenaline high.)]

[Have a jovially smiling Jack, who seems to have got into the spirit of this slightly odd Christmas celebration. (Well, why not? It's not like he has anything better to do!)]

So! It's Christmas, apparently! And in the spirit of the season, Ianto and I would like to invite you all to a party this evening at Apartment 1047 in the Clocktower Estate. This invitation goes out to anyone and everyone, though do be warned that if you’re the type to trash a place at a party, you’d better watch out for the wrath of Ianto afterwards!

Ianto’s hard at work preparing all sorts of nibbles for your delectation, but please do feel free to bring booze with you, otherwise it’s going to be a very dry party due to the restrictions imposed on personal consumption by our dear wardens!

Oh, and when you get here, watch out for the mistletoe. It’s everywhere!

Anyway, we look forward to seeing you here. Let us know you’re coming, if you like, or just turn up – either is fine!

((OOC: A post for the party itself will be going up later in the week courtesy of Ianto.))

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[ this is her first time doing one of these without gran, and something she thought was going to be difficult for those very reasons is actually rather therapeutic, heartwarming -- a glance back at her roots, back when she was just adele stackhouse's weird granddaughter and not that fae who mingles with vampires. sookie contributes a few dishes from her gran's old recipes, along with something lafayette taught her to make. she's got all the tables in this part of trois park covered with checkered table clothes of varying colors, lots of plastic silverware, paper plates, cups, and napkins at the ready, and a stack of picnic blankets folded up on one of the benches for those who wish to sit on the grass instead of at a table. sookie even brought a long a mesh bag full of sports equipment -- or rather, a couple frisbees, a football, soccer ball, basketball, and even some hacky sacks. (she's not the sports type, but jason would always be off playing something with the other guys.)

hopefully she didn't leave anything out. hopefully this will help cheer everyone up some, both the new arrivals and those still dealing with the days they spent in that other prison. ]

[ time for round two! put em up, marina. chilly weather isn't stopping tox.

piter, though somewhat subdued due to recent events (nearly dying can put a damper on one's mood), is getting back to his usual weird self. this entails being rather exuberant about chemicals that kill people. it's a happy, safe classroom environment all around— and sure to be a good lecture is one on arsenic, one of those classic poisons that most everyone has heard of. ]( the poison of kings! )

(( ooc: tox is held in an open lecture format, so please feel free to mingle! piter has a thread here, q&a is here, and there's more information on the class here. ))

[Bro’s been a very busy man as of late! Though it’s true he spends a good amount of his valuable time harassing babyself and co., he has other important things to do. Plans to set in motion. “What kind of plans?” you might ask.

Let me tell you right now that you probably don’t want to know.

But regardless, you’re going to find out.]

Yo.

Aight, I got a pretty damn successful business back home and I’ve been thinkin’ of opening a storefront here. I like havin’ shit to do. Keeps me honest and all. But given the…nature…of the store in mind, I figured I should test the waters and I got a few questions.

If you ain’t too busy, mind if I hit you up?

…I’d say only 18 and up need respond but since it don’t seem like you gotta be legal to drink here, I’m guessin’ the age restrictions on the distribution of pornographic materials also ain’t countin’. So go ahead, I guess.

What a fuckin’ lawless den of iniquity.

[ooc: So if that wasn’t clear, Bro is hoping to set up an adult novelty store (pretty much a retail outlet for his smuppets and other sex toys) in Marina!! That’s what the questions he ask will be about and, provided your character looks/sounds over 16 (Bro actually does have some limitations to his grossness), they will be potentially embarrassing and deeply personal things like: are you in a relationship, are you sexually active, do you look at porn (on the internet, in print, etc), have you ever used a toy before on yourself/on someone else, is there anything that would enhance your sex life here, things like that.]

[ VIDEO; LOCKED TO THE DEFENSE FORCE ]

Can I have your attention, please? I have a few announcements to make.

First of all, if you haven't already heard Derek Morgan is no longer with us. I'll be stepping in as temporary leader for the Investigative Team until a new leader can be elected — if you're interested in the position, come talk to me or Kitty.

Second, all of you who were assigned to the Investigative Team during our stay in Squall are highly encouraged to file out reports regarding our time there. Anything and everything you can think of, even the most insignificant of details can turn out to be of great use later on.

Data, it'd be great if you could come see me whenever it's convenient.

I'll be at the Defense Quarters HQ all afternoon if any of you need any help or have questions. That's all for now.

[ ACTION; OPEN TO ALL ]

[ True to his word, Reid will be at the Defense Force headquarters all afternoon, working away on his own Squall-related intel and pondering how to best report the rather startling discovery they might've stumbled upon.

Later in the evening he can be found in the education center music room, playing a rather familiar piece followed by the second movement of Beethoven No 8 sonata, Pathetique. A little slow and full of stumbles, but the boy tries. ]

[Peter is crouched on the very edge of the building on his heels, chin in his hand. He's got his Spider-man suit on underneath his clothes and the mask shoved in his backpack, which is slung over one shoulder.

The last couple of days have given Peter a lot to think about. He's spent most of his time here wanting to go home, but when they were in the Squall prison, he just wanted to get back here. Home is supposed to be the people you care about and it is. He misses his Aunt Mae so much. He misses the smell of coffee brewing in the morning and breakfast cooking downstairs. He misses listening to the back and forth of his aunt and uncle over the dinner table. He misses school, Gwen and the skyscrapers in New York. He misses that sort of anonymity that New York City affords people, but he's come to realize that there are things about this place that he would miss if he were taken as well. The creature comforts are only a part of it, but he would be lying if he said that they weren't. The people are the larger part of it. He's made friends here, come to care and he would miss those people if he went home tomorrow. He's not sure how to deal with that.

His powers are back, and that's given him something else to ponder. Peter isn't sure who he is without his powers anymore. At one time, watching Gwen walk away, he thinks he would have given anything to be the old Peter Parker, but now, having been stripped of his powers twice, he's not so sure he really would. There was nothing wrong with the old Peter Parker. He didn't hate who he was, but he enjoys his powers. It doesn't hurt that he can do some real good with his powers. As the old Peter Parker, he was limited in what he could do by his body. Having powers, in his mind, gives Peter a chance to redeem himself for the mistakes he's made, for Uncle Ben's death, for Captain Stacy's death, for what he helped Dr. Connors do. With his powers muted, he'd felt blind, deaf and numb. He closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the dome. He can feel the air on his skin, and smell the food from the vendors.

Feel free to notice the boy perched on the edge of the building. He's not opposed to talking to someone, in fact, if he sees people walking by he might jump down to talk to them. He just needed some time to think and he really likes heights. If he had his shooters and webbing, he'd be hanging upside down somewhere.]

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

( Back to the pits after a day in the sun )

...What do you do when you...really really want something, but you know you shouldn't have it? Like...being allergic to chocolate, but you really love chocolate. How do you make yourself stop wanting things that are bad for you?

[Or bad for other people. Her voice is hesitant, but she can't think of what else to do. After an evident pause she also asks]

And...is there anyone who is good at...wood carving? Such as carving words and nice, clear designs into wood? I want to decorate my house, but I'm not good at it. [A truth and a lie.] I can draw what I want for someone else...if they're willing.

[She adds a bit quickly.] I can do something for you in return, too.

[On the network is this white and black haired guy lying on the ground, relaxing. He speaks calmly, a bit on the monotone side.]

What’s funny is that this place is supposedly a prison, but it doesn’t feel that way. If you wanna know what a real prison is like, you should spend a day at the Sohma main house. You would experience all sorts of unspeakable things you thought you’d only ever see on TV.

[A pause.] You know, unless there’s a surprise waiting for me around the corner or something. I’m okay with surprises, though, especially if it’s a pizza delivery man.

Did you miss me? Don't worry, it's rhetorical. I'm certain you did. Welcome to Day 224. The museum has a lovely exhibit on clocks and what makes them tick. [Pause for laughter.]

Also, all of you who thought we were serving our visitor as a street food should be ashamed. Really. Do you think so little of us?

Request ready for Rebecca Crane.

[Mail Delivery: From the Welcoming Committee to Everyone.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left here.)

( Cut for feelsy Garcia-rambles )

I dunno about anyone else, but I could really use some cheering up. And now that we have access to ways to do that, I'm thinking good drinks and terrible karaoke. Or good karaoke if that's your thing.

Just come and keep me company and we'll finagle the details as we go.

[And after that, she'll be at Lyrical, flipping through classic songs from the Good Old Days and throwing back drinks with the sort of raw efficiency reserved for someone determined to kill a few choice brain cells. She'll be here all night, folks.]

[Eh, someone or another will help her home.]

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

Okay I dunno if my filters are messed up because of the Octa-brothers outside so I'm gonna say this here and really hope I'm going to be having an awkward 'your feathers are all ruffled over nothing' giggle of relief in like three seconds.

Derek Morgan, you better answer me, Mister. I know the lone hero thing is sexy as all get-out but we're being Captain Nemo'd here and I'm freaking out and I really need someone to cling to. And I know you're here because you wouldn't leave me alone. Right?

Just... please answer, okay? I'll feel way better about all this craziness when you get home.

[By the end, she's sounding less confident and way more like she's about to burst into tears. How the hell is she supposed to ANYTHING without her best friend?]

[What better way to kick off a mingle than to broadcast the invitation to the entire dome?]

Hey ya'll. I know it's kinda outta place t'say Welcome to Marina cause no one really wants t'be here, but it ain't all bad. In any case, I've got a bar an grill here in Sector 4 called Merlotte's, figure th' new arrivals may want to come on down and have a drink or two after a trip like that.

Anyone's welcome of course, we're open from mornin' to night. Come on in an' have a bite to eat or somethin' to ease your troubles.

((ooc: This is an open mingle. Feel free to thread everywhere with anyone. As always, before threadjacking make sure it's okay by the player but otherwise have fun! Sam is available to chat with either by Video or in person and his thread is right Here. There is a full menu of down-home diner/grill sort of foods, so hamburgers, french fries, salads, soups, breakfast items or whatever other comfort food you can think of and a few other things from other worlds. There is a full bar, wine, liquor, beer and even blood or synthetic blood. He also has a pool table and there's plenty of room in booths or tables to play cards or whatever else.))

[ It's the first annual monthly bi-weekly — it's the first Memorial Garden Committee meeting! The invitations have been sent, a couple of park benches in Sector 0 have been claimed and there's even a few plates of home-made cookies put out in case the allure of fast food on a stick wasn't enough. How can you resist? That's right, you can't!

The instigator to all this is pretty nervous but once the clock strikes noon he clears his throat and kicks off the meeting the only way he can. ]

Alright, so… some of all y'all might remember me talkin' 'bout puttin' together a Memorial Garden for all our friends who've disappeared a while back. Now, I know we already got some o' that stuff 'round here but this would be somethin' we'd create all on our own. We'd decide what t' plant in it an' tend to it an' pool our rehab points together to get seeds an' plants or whatever else we need.

There ain't no pressure to help out. We do what we can, alright? What we're good at. I'm happy to help anyone who don't know how t' grow things an' wants to learn, but th' important part is that we all get a chance to have a say in this. This is where this comes in. Just write down your ideas an' we'll gather it all up an' make sure everyone gets somethin' they want.

[ He gestures to a SUGGESTION BOX set out with a stack of paper and some pens for all your suggestive needs. ]

Alright... that's all I had t' say. You go on an' talk amongst yourselves an' have fun!

(ooc: Mingle! Socialize to your hearts content, whether you got an invitation to the meeting or not. Notifs are off but Aidan has a thread HERE if you want to hit him up specifically! Feel free to let your character leave serious ideas for the memorial garden (or just troll the hell out of it) in the suggestion box HERE ! ))