Good evening, citizens of Marina! We do hope you're enjoying the cold just as much as we are! Since we know you likely don't have anything better to do, why don't you come on down to the Fight Club? Why, we have hot cocoa and other delightful, tasty treats for you while we get this show on the road! The fights will be starting within the hour, so come on down and get the good seats while they're available! [They laugh before they cut the feed.]

((OOC: Fight Club, round 2! Please wait until Kathrine (Ava-mun) posts up the fight threads + the mingling thread before posting!))

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today 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!]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have experience with alternate realities, transdimensional displacement, and pandimensional travel? I've been there and done that on all accounts, but I'm curious to know how much of a common denominator that is within the prisoner population.

[ tampering with time and other realities is, after all, one of his listed crimes. angel is also not an expert on the scientific how to of dimensional go betweening. he's just regurgitating things fred said that were committed to memory a long time ago. the mystical and supernatural end of that spectrum is more where his expertise lies.

and later in the day, angel can be found in the training hall, going through some tai chi forms. ]

You know, I think you missed a few crimes. You also appear to have missed that I've already been tried and sentenced by an authority that, though it pains me to admit it, is in a better position to serve as my judge, jury and executioner than whomever you might be. Does parole mean nothing to you? How is it justice to remove me from my family and friends and leave them vulnerable with a replacement unwilling to live as all youkai must be prepared to live if they and those dear to them are to survive? I am willing to forgive the kidnapping. I am even willing to forgive the seals, uncomfortable as they are. I am not willing to forgive your placing my mother in jeopardy.

[ooc: First, Kurama does not recall his time here during Fourth Wall. Second, I am still on hiatus, so replies will be slow. Please be patient. Thank you.]

[ The feed flicks on to a very undertain face, like he's still getting to know the place and the communication device. He looks like he's about to speak, but clamps his mouth shut. Then he puts a finger up, looks like he is about to say something -- with conviction! -- but sighs instead. With a lopsided little smile, he looks at the camera in earnest. ]

I'm about to have uh... a strange little request here.

[He enunciates every word. He really means business.]

Can someone please say, "April Fools!"? Or maybe, "You're on Candid Camera!" or even, you know, wear a sideways baseball cap and rush me with a camera crew and say, "You just got punked"?

...

Please?

[Heavy sigh, as his face takes on a look that's more peeved than earnest.]

Barring that, I'm looking for a guy named Dean. Man, we need to talk about your car.


(( OOC: Someone's got a taste of some MEMORY LOSS CANDY, and is now reliving his first day in Marina! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO TROLL THE TRICKSTER, GUYS! >8D ))

[See a Fuuma, once again taking over a kitchen in the shelter to make a great big mess and not have to clean it up himself. Because he is lazy. More importantly, he's got ten large pumpkins, and some carving tools - the kid friendly kind, save for maybe one big sharp kitchen knife. There is also two bowls, one for pumpkin guts, and another for seeds. Why waste them when you can toast them and eat them, right? Right. He also managed to get a book of patterns to carve, for those not-artistic people like himself.]

Since Halloween's tomorrow, I thought it might be fun to carve some Jack-o-lanterns. I've got ten pumpkins, so I wouldn't mind some company. Or you can just take one home, if you'd like.

[Five days since his... minor argument with Karen, and his hands are healed completely. Now he just has to wait two more days. And then...]


((OOC: Open to everyone! Also if you want to do mingle-y things, that's more than welcome, I don't mind. But he does only have ten pumpkins, so first come, first serve.))

[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]


(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))
 

Getting cold again. So - what, does this mean Halloween's coming up? Hope no one's planning on throwing another big ass party. [flexes her hands] Yeah yeah, parties in prison? Newsflash newbies, that's all we do around here.

[is she complaining about parties? her brow wrinkles a little.] Anyway, I'm bored. Anyone have any awesome stories to tell? And none of that philosophical, fairy tale kind of shit. Real stories like, war stories, or - dusting vampires stories. [helpful pause] There has to be someone here who's kicked ass before.

[At first, the feed is merely an image of that wide, laughing mouth. The sound is soft at first, a raspy chuckle, but it inevitably begins to build. Soon, the monster is very nearly screaming with amusement, a wild, insane cackle that sounds more alien than man.]

Oh, and here we are, still rotting away in this dump! No one visits, no one calls, no one sends flowers--!!

[They pause to pace for a moment, gnashing their teeth. One can see that they're still inside the cells of the Defense Force.] Whoever is in charge of this dump better come say hi before we get impatient and find them first...

[Action]

[Buffy is in the ice rink, gliding across the ice on a pair of skates. She's got the music from Swan Lake playing over the speakers and she looks contented, relaxed and absorbed in thought. She is all of those things. Having Angel show up has thrown her for a contemplative loop. The ice is always a good place for her to sort things out. Not that she expects to sort any of these feelings out today on the ice or anywhere else. She's been sorting feelings for Angel out for years. Come join her, interrupt her thoughts or just watch for a little while.]

[Voice]

I'm surprised we've got an ice rink but I guess frozen water isn't that much of a stretch when we're however many miles below unfrozen water. [She's terribly sharp today.] I guess I just didn't realize that many people had Dorthy Hamil fantasies.

[ The voice that comes over the network is strangely... calm. There's an air about it that simply exudes serenity. However, she's not without conviction. ]

Unless things have really changed since the last time I was home, this isn't the destination I thought I was bound for.

[ And now she moves to a slightly more pressing matter. ]

... The chain around my ankle is disconcerting, however. Can anyone hear me? Hopefully... Someone who can tell me where I am?

-- thing on? [There’s a boy on the screen, both confused and very annoyed. Must be a new guy.] Pretty nice for a prison if they’re giving away free, weird toys to their prisoners.

Hey! Anyone listening? How can I get in touch with the guy in charge about my place here? Not that I’m surprised to find myself in prison, but they could’ve at least put me inside the right one.

[...Okay, now that's new. If not, then something other inmates haven't heard in a while.]

Unless his royal highness did something... [Muttering to himself before it turns into grumbles.] …even if I doubt that.

Hey, anyone seen a girl with short red hair and a big, round guy that answers to Faylen and Faylon? If you two are here, you guys better let me know! [A bit of concern can be heard and seen from him. That first, dealing with this stupid chain and ball later.]

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[Her own senior prom had been okay, she'd gone with a guy who had liked her and had fun with her high school girlfriends. She's in her twenties so the idea of going to prom should be done and over with, right? Wrong. Because girls love reasons to pick out gorgeous dresses--and maybe have a little fun at other people's expenses.]

Welcome to prison, here's a basket of goodies, information about our mail system, tickets to our talent show, and an invitation to our prom. Oh, and you can never leave. Got to say, Marina, you sure to now how to wow people.

[A private call? Psh. She likes a little attention every now and then.]

Hey, Angie. I haven't seen you around much. What have you been up to?

[Now to bag her an angel.]

So... promenade, huh? [the voice comes out, but there's no video for a second. it looks like there's something over the camera. maybe a sticker? it's Dani's voice, though, and there's some shuffling.] I don't really know how those go. I went to my high school one, but it was sort of.

High school. [she sounds a little uninterested in the entire high school thing.]

But I think I'll go. You know. Why not? I was invited and all. So, uh-- Jeanne Fran-- Francaix-- and the Student Council, I'm RSVPing! I think. [she fumbles the name, and it comes out "Jean Fransayx". French is beyond her.]But I'm not sure what formal wear is.

[and then the camera feed is on properly, with the sticker removed, to reveal Dani. she's wearing this, her hair is pulled back into a very sad attempt at a bun, and she's got on a pair of clunky green plastic "heels" to go with the outfit. she looks a little perturbed at the entire outfit, like she's not quite sure she's doing it right. she's not.]

Does this count? Maybe if I wear a jacket...? [she scratches her head a little]

Oh, and I guess I should get a date. That's a thing, right? [she considers that for a second... then a second longer... then brightens.]

Hey, Schuldig! What're you doing tomorrow evening? [and she's done.]

---

[There is a soft, exasperated sigh before the boy finally starts up his entry. Very obviously annoyed if you couldn't tell by the swearing.] So, apparently there are ninjas in this miserable shithole and I fuckin' pissed them off... This so isn't funny.

Anyone got a paperclip or something I can use to pick a lock?

[If you're listening closely you may hear a distinct rattle of chains. "Miserable shithole" because despite the fact they had damn near everything here in comparison, it still sucked to Helix. He honestly felt a little cheated here, he was a big, nasty criminal, why was he being treated so well? Wasn't he supposed to be on death row or something under stricter surveillance than a friggin' ball and chain?? Nevermind the fact he really shouldn't be bitter about this... Right. Lets pass the time with idle chatter shall we? Cause he doesn't feel like dragging his ball all over the dome he's too wounded for that crap.]

So. Who here has actually killed someone? [A pause for effect and a slight, mocking twist to his tone.] C'mon, don't be shy. We're all just criminals here.

[Fuuma is in Greed's bar tonight, drinking. he's nursing his third beer and seems to be somewhat wobbly, and his familiar smile is still on his face as he looks down at the amber drink, but it's vague, almost as if he's forgotten it's there.]

[someone important to him is gone, Marina! but he's not drinking because he's sad]

[he's drinking because it makes him a little nervous]

[he might go to Kamui's place after this]


((ooc: you can find Fuuma in the bar, or heading out to Kamui's later in the evening, just make it clear in your tag!))

[A masked man dressed all in black appears on the video, a little smile on his face.]

Well, you don't see this every day. I'm used to being surrounded by water but this is a bit much, don't you think?

[ Say hello to Gunn, folks.

Is anyone interested in the fact that he seems to be trying to make a weapon out of tree branches using a knife he pilfered from the kitchen? Look, you took his hubcap axe, a guy's gotta do what he can.

If not, what about the fact that he's giving passersby a pretty practiced stink eye? Yeah that's right. Keep walking. ]

Okay, check it out, I'm only saying this once. Somebody needs to let me up out of here cause I already did the whole alternate dimension thing. It was called Pylea.

[ Hmm, needs more bravado. ]

...And me and my friends whooped its ass. Yeah, and Cordelia, she became princess. So I'm just saying. Y'all don't want to be next, right?


[ ooc: stick him anywhere you feel like for action, do whatever you like. i'm the opposite of picky, and he's doing the exploration thing! ]

[Despite the late hour, Mal is outside one of one of the residences in Sector 4 stalking keeping an eye on Inara the perimeter of this new living space Inara has acquired. He has to make sure she's safe and taken care of, right? Any who come along are free to notice him... patrolling not stalking.]