( TL;DR under here )

((ooc: Anyone in the DF is welcome to talk to him. This is for overnight and all day through 152. If needed we can even use this post to cover his entire stay in the cell at HQ. I'm open for anything!))

[Video: Open to all]
Good evening, Marina. As you all have no doubt heard, there has been a threat to the Defense Force Headquarters. We are well aware of the situation and have already taken steps to ensure safety. It would be most helpful for everyone to remain calm.

Additionally, please do not cross the established perimeter surrounding the headquarters. [Which is easily spotted with the bright crime-scene like tape, and posted guards.]

We are available to answer any questions you have.


[Filtered to Defense Force]
Hello, Defense Force members. [A somewhat more official, yet still friendly, tone.] Suzaku would like to thank everyone for their adherence to his instructions. Those who are guarding the perimeter, please be vigilant about not allowing anyone through. Patrol members are instructed to report any concerning activity over official filters right away.

Anyone with abilities that allow them to withstand an explosion safely, please contact myself or Suzaku to volunteer for searches within or in the immediate area of HQ. Anyone else who feels they can assist in any way, please respond immediately.

As far as punishment for the perpetrator, it is still under consideration.

Please continue to assure the inmates that things are under control. The goal of this threat was panic, and we cannot allow that to occur. Remaining in close contact is essential, and please remember to use the official filters.

((OOC: I'm on my way out but I wanted to get this up! Lacus will answer tags when I get back, BUT Suzaku may also respond and/or people can discuss among themselves. o/ ))

[Sometime after sun down, once Helix has successfully planted his little gift and escaped Axel. Helix decides it's high time to get the show on the road. The red head is probably still looking for him, so he's in a nondescript area for this. He's got a small window of time, best get the actual threat out before they find his little bomb. So Marina, you're greeted with the familiar blue visage.]

Greetings Marina. I have a public service announcement. [He seems serious yet very nonchalant.]

If I were you, I'd stay a good... [Pause to consider.] 200 feet--give or take--away from the Defense Force Headquarters. Unless you want to end up in tiny chunks splattered all over the sector.

There is currently a bomb hidden within and set to go off at midnight. [Which is only a few hours from now.]

You can thank me later for the heads up.

Have a nice day--Night--Whatever.

[A small, Wiley sort of smile before the feed shuts off. And he's making a point to move to a new location, just in case he can be traced like one would a cell phone call. He'll have to keep moving unless he ditches his headset, he's thought about it, but decides not to for one reason or another. He doesn't want to be caught too easily, but he doesn't really care if he is. It's not like there's any real threat or that he'll talk anyway.]

[The feed comes on and Nill adjusts the communicator, smiling nice and wide at the screen. She just... stares at it for a moment, then looks down. A few seconds later, finally some text shows up:]

was reading book this morning
and found one that said this
:)

[Her face? SO EXCITED.]

looks like smile !!
and this
:(

[Just then, she frowns, trying to imitate the face, followed by a sheepish smile. It's okay! She wasn't really sad! This next part it takes her a big longer to type, but she manages,]

also saw this
ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ ☆⌒(＞。≪)
but do not know what it is supposed to be???
that book was fun

Good morning, inmates. It is the 148th day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

The unexpected snow event has been completely dealt with and, as some of you may have noticed, the shelter has been unsealed. [You may notice that the ground is still wet, and there will be bots here and there using small devices to dry the ground.] Inmates should now feel free to return to their normal places of residence.

Inmate Setsuna Seiei, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.


((ooc: The kiosk has also been re-enabled!))

[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]

[It's well past midnight, you're sleeping peacefully or relaxing with a good book in the shelter, when suddenly in comes some staggering redhead who is more than likely to trip over you.

Once again, he's awake when he shouldn't be because his body just wont sit still. He's contemplating, constantly contemplating things and trying to figure out how to make them work, and in an attempt to calm his nerves he heads for the bar around midnight. Thankfully teleportation is still possible, so when mostly everyone has gone to sleep, Axel wanders out. Of course this proves to be harder than expected. That much snow, that much cold--How can anyone like this stuff? But he manages and with a few more stubborn jumps through Corridors he makes it to the inside of the bar, realizing too late that there's no bot in here to tend to him. Plus, it's freezing.

Always gotta do things yourself, right?

About an hour or so later and he poofs back into the shelter, and needless to say that he's not in the best shape wobbling here and there and furthermore exhausted from teleporting and being pounded by snow. Please excuse him if he ends up tripping on you on his way to find an empty couch to sleep on, ok? Or...complain about it. Whichever gets you more in the holiday spirit.]

((OOC: Thread with Wolfram is closed, but otherwise open now that all my Christmas parties are done with~))

All right! Marinians, I have an urgent request!

[Popping on screen, Yuuki's long hair is down, hands rising to sit comfortably on her hips as she clears her throat in order to speak into the screen.]

I need to know if there are any intelligent scientist-y individuals here within the dome that might have known me, or about me, upon my previous stay. It's really important! And, er... probably best if you know how to deal with chemical substances and things.

[Brows knitting as she reviews her words, searching for anything else she might need to say or have forgotten.]

Oh! [At once she raises a hand into the air.]

I promise to compensate you for your time. So step right up and help a cute girl today!

[Might as well add - ]

Real criminals with bad intentions need not apply. Believe me, I'll know. Thank you!

[And after a beat]

Shibuya-kun! I need you as well.

( before )



[Later he snags a couch for himself in the common room, Dagonet curling by his feet. Switching on the communicator.]

Anya's - not here. [His voice is careful and under control.] Sorry, for everyone who knows her, but she'll be back. [probably. Maybe with or without her memories. The thought of Anya losing her memories due to Acumen suddenly darkens his mood, so he abruptly turns off the communicator before he says something he regrets.]

[ If anyone was paying attention they may have seen a blue shadow shifting restlessly throughout the shelter in some poor attempt to get some space. Too many people in one place for his liking. Eventually the teen alien gave up and found some place somewhat comfortable at least, tucking himself off on one side of the common room, perched on the arm of the couch that was closest to the wall. He didn't care that there was a bunch of potential non-smokers all crammed in one spot. He NEEDED some damn nicotine to calm his nerves and he didn't give a rats ass if they didn't like it. So he lit up without a second thought and took a much needed drag off that death stick ] ((ooc: Also feel free to run into him anywhere at the shelter. He's restless.))

[ It's a simple game, but it has helped the blonde kill a good amount of time. Wolfram usually would complain or bitch about being kicked out, but no today. After being shooed out of his apartment and going through the trouble of finding a new empty room —all while dealing with a killer hangover— Wolfram has been sitting quietly and calmly on one of the Shelter's couches and in front of him is a tea table with a rectangle-shaped structure made of sticks of wood. The game may be plain but it's quite entertaining: Pull a stick and place it on top on the remaining pieces– keep on taking them out and keep going on carefully or the structure will fall apart.

Wolfram is carefully pulling more wood sticks out of the wobbly tower, pulling softly and carefully— until he suddenly falters and the whole thing falls apart.

ldksfjlsfj

stupid game. ugh, time to rebuild it all. ]

[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!]

Why doesn't anyone ever bring in a little anarchy around here anymore?

[It starts off quiet, nothing but darkness and your average dull broadcast--he left it on last night after getting home late from the bar--but after a while there's a loud shriek.

This is what he gets for believing that things would be all right this Halloween. Candy. Stupid candy!

There's the sound of pitter-pattering feet a little ways away before he picks up his communicator and thinks of who to contact about this...but then he realizes that the video feed is on.

Great. Say hello to a female version of Axel, who appears to be a little more than distraught after noticing these changes in the shower. While he's hungover.

A pair of droopy and now wet bunny ears rest atop his head and he's frantically trying to squeeze water out of them and hold the communicator, and hold a towel around his new and improved busty body at the same time. Holidays.

The voice that follows is lighter than normal, but clearly he's ticked off.]

Is it too much to ask for a regular holiday in this frickin' place?

((OOC: Lol "Accepted" is a funny film. Also! he'll be taking on a couple bunny-like traits to go with the ears and tail. Having lived with a female bunny who constantly wants babies for a year now, I kinda get what those would be. NOT TO SAY THAT HE WANTS BABIES. I mean like. Cleanliness...and demands for snuggling. That sort of thing. :D))

[Well, it doesn't take him long to figure out how to work this. He doesn't know where he is, but this place can't be good. He needs allies, and quickly.]

Excuse me, but could someone tell me where I am? I don't know what's going on.

I need to get back home. My aunt and uncle will be very angry at me if I'm not there before curfew.

[Of course, he could care less about their curfew, but it's a bother he'll deal with for a few more years.]

Is there a police officer around?

[[ooc; Memory loss Naoya! He's about seven.]]

Yo, Ashura.

[He doesn't call him very often, but tonight seems just as good a time to call as any anyway. He's outside his and Wolfram's apartment, seated on the ground when he calls.]

You busy tonight?

[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

( And about a half-hour after dark... )

This is not amusing!

[Azula could almost break the communicator with the amount of manhandling she's doing to it out of sheer frustration. She's pissed and she has to know a few answers.

She looks completely out of breath - like she's been training all day. Which, to be honest, she has, but even that doesn't usually tucker her out like this.]

Anyone will do-- anyone useful. If Acumen is able to bring us here with little to no effort, I assume Acumen also possesses other capabilities. Those restraints, for one, must be of his own invention.

And now that I have been released- my bending has been more or less returned to me.

However.

There is a slight problem. And anyone who may also have experienced problems with-- powers may come forward. I'm sure it has been such a frustrating experience for you, and I understand completely.

[ His morning was a complete and absolute nightmare— heck, nightmare doesn't even begin to describe it.

Trying to pry his mind off upsetting flashbacks, Wolfram headed to the butterfly pavilion for a stroll. As he wanders through the location he remembers something he has been putting off for a while: He had, more or less, agreed to meet a certain someone some time ago. That thought wasn't particularly pleasant either, but dealing with Jennifer was much preferable than thinking of the creep he woke up next to. A date hadn't been specified but he is sure that if he were to contact her, she would gladly make a room on her agenda for him.

Unsure of what to expect or what he should even say, without much thought he clicks a small sequence of buttons on the communicator. ]

[ Voice | Private to Jennifer ]

Good morning, Mrs. Shibuya.
___
{{ ooc: Feel free to run into him if your character is nearby :] }}

[The kid's probably asleep by now--everyone in the dome has to be--but that doesn't stop him from going out to push his luck. It's not like he can ever sleep well around this time of night. Er. Morning.

It's well past sundown when he approaches the clock tower again and finally with a sigh teleports up so that he'll be standing at the edge of the top. ...Now to look for Roxas.

They've got matters to talk about. It could always wait until sunrise, but--Nah. It feels more secretive if they talk this late at night.]