What are your thoughts on mixed bathing? Marina's full of it.

[a chuckle. today, Judith has made an amazing discovery. no, really. there's the sound of splashing water in this feed, before she speaks again.

otherwise, you can just hear the amusement in her tone.]

It's a little strange that everyone seems pretty laidback about the subject, all things considered. Usually, people are a little bit shier about that. [she doesn't sound all that puzzled by it, though--she's pretty lighthearted about the entire thing, all things considered.] Why not have a Jacuzzi party? The indoor bath is fine too.

[yep. that water splashing is actually her hand pushing at the water in the outdoor jacuzzi, and she regrets nothing. feel free to come find her, if you're so inclined.]

It's good to relax sometimes.

((ooc: and in my derp I forgot to mention... feel free to mingle with other action threads!!))

[ He's strolling at what seems a casual pace through the prison streets, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He's got Edgeworth's headset on, toggling the map and broadcast settings as he does. The man had stormed out of the apartment without a word earlier that day and, after some time glorious waffling, he decided to finally get up and look for the younger. Even if the prosecutor was angry with him, he should probably have his communicator.

He won't say he's sorry. There was no point in Edgeworth throwing a tantrum in the early hours of the morning, especially after the incident he had a few days before. He knew that Miles wasn't the type to give up until he won, so it was best for all that he step in and stalemate the occasion. It had been pretty funny, though. ]


Hey. Has anyone seen a guy named Edgeworth around? He's a pretty big guy, grey hair - probably overdressed in an off-shade of pink.

Alternatively, has anyone seen a trail of frostbitten bodies or a real heavy concentration of ill-will?


(( OOC: Anyone trying to contact Edgeworth will get Nick instead, as Nick has his communicator (and is broadcasting from it). For action posts, one can see Nick wandering down the street or looking into buildings. This rp is set just before Edgeworth's coffee shop post. ))

Great. From one prison to another. Tch- doesn't even look like a prison. Just where the hell am I, anyway? This message doesn't explain anything!

[She sounds very much unbothered by her list of crimes.

She shifts, and along with her the rustle of fabric. Lots and lots of fabric. She fiddles with the communicator a bit - it's not difficult to figure out, so she turns on the audio function, not quite aware that it was already recording.]

Attention! I request some information. If I'm going to remain here for- life, I'd at least like to know a few things first.

[She's playing nice for now, because she's confident that even here Zero- Lelouch will find and save her. He said so.]

[Action; morning]

[Someone actually did read the pamphlet and unlike some of his crew mates who just go wandering off aimlessly (no names mentioned, of course) Sanji is treating this methodically. He'll be combing through Disctrict 0-2 over the next couple of hours - feel free to run into him! ]

[Voice; shortly after Zoro's post]

[There is some obligatory fiddling with the headset but soon enough the miscellaneous noise subsides and a voice transmission begins. Pardon the cryptic nature but they're in prison and he'd much rather reunite with his crew before giving away too much about who they are. You never know who's listening after all. ]

This is Mr Prince speaking. I'm looking for the crew of the Going Merry - I've already found the rotten cabbage head but the rest of you… get back to me. We have shit to do.

[Tear's been awake and listening to the network for some moments before speaking up herself, piecing the current situation together while sorting out the meshed memories of where she really was last, the conflicting recent events of here and home-- home being extremely concerning. Her voice is composed though, if a bit quiet; hard to guess she's trying to push down that lovely headache and general motion sickness feeling]

I believe I can now emphasize with inmates who have the issue of being brought here at the wrong moment. A little more time before having to return would have been appreciated-- as well as a more appropriate place to arrive.

[There are worse places than the beach. Unless one happened to be in the path of the incoming surf before waking up, and then it's not so great] But I suppose I should at least be grateful that it's warm out. The water would be worse in winter weather.

[Getting up sends her head spinning and she has to pause, but dizziness be dammed, she won't be just sitting around in damp uniform all day. So first things first: the clothing store, it's closer than the shelter. And ideally, someone at least half-way trustworthy will respond while she walks, so she can ask for an accurate report of whatever events and get caught up. As she dusts some of the sand off of her, she idly realizes that the Colonel almost doesn't fit that criteria. --If he's even still present]


[[ooc: Catch her at the beach, or on her way to the store if you want action /o/ jsyk I'll be tagging sparingly until later]]

Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

Alright, you lovely ladies! [ and Judith especially if she's listening ] Who's going to be my date for the movies tonight? I'm in the mood for a flick.

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))

[ Suzaku's morning is very normal; he wakes up, goes for a swim, heads to the Defense Force, sequesters himself in his office, reads a few personality profiles if there are pending members; he wanders the HQ halls a little bit, listening intently to the network for anyone who might need help and talking to other Force members.

and then it gets to be around eleven, eleven-thirty, and something shifts hard in his belly, making him lurch and cling to the edge of his desk. he slides slowly to the floor, smothered pain as his head pounds, a million seconds' worth of memory slamming into his brain with the force of a speeding truck.

he spends what feels like hours there on the floor, breathing harshly, trying and failing to focus. in reality it's only a few minutes.

and then, slowly, carefully, he pushes himself to his feet again. what... what was that? he-- he's still in his office but it feels like it's been -- days, weeks, months. only he wasn't really there, he was here; he knows he was. fuck, he feels like he's going to-- no, he just wants to be sick. he really... Lelouch really-- they...

Suzaku scrubs a hand over his face, his eyes. it's too much to process all at once but he knows one thing with crystal clarity: he is going home early today. ]


((ooc: canon update! PEOPLE WHO WANT TO TALK DF BUSINESS, TAG THE FIRST THREAD. if you wanna find Suzaku sick in his office, tag the second! and housemates are more than welcome to tag on for the third, but there may be some sexy times in that thread so viewer beware!))

[Hello, Marina. Here's a familiar face! Only...not so much. This time around, GIR appears on the screen with red eyes and he seems to be a little more than peeved about being here.

There's a moment of silence before one eyes twitches and he attempts to hack into his communicator, wires popping out of his head to pick at it and try to broadcast to as many other communicators as he can. Of course that's not necessary, but he's doing it anyway.]

WE MEET AGAIN, ACUMEN. Your accusations are stupid! Your facility is STUPID!

YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE MISSION AND MUST BE TERMINATED.

[If you're a little ways away from the library, you should be able to see GIR seething as he starts to approach it. But be careful if you choose to approach him]

To the indigenous life of Marina Asylum: YOUR BRAINS WILL BE MINE. SLEEP IN FEAR. SLEEP IN FEAAAR!

( OOC Note~ )

[Lelouch has spent much of the last 24 hours in his room, pretending to be very busy with -- things -- and unable to talk to anyone. Maybe it's the arrival of the newbies or maybe he has just gained a newfound serenity (hahaha), but he has started unwinding enough that he has ventured out of his room and down into the kitchen.]

[To cook. And he will cook so many things.]



((ooc: Casa de vi Britannia, go! Let's talk about dreams and dramas. Open to the household and to anyone who has reason to drop by; mingle post, so feel free to set up your own thread and tag each other.))

[ waking up is... difficult. and a bit confusing, with memories of very strange dreams in her head. but they're only fuzzy, at first. as her eyes open, the only thing she registers is that she hadn't wanted to wake up. one dream's particulars escapes her grasp-- a happy one, beautiful beyond everything else... and it's gone, leaving just a horrible, wrenching sense of loss.

some point in the night, the nap had turned into bedtime, and she'd curled up with Lelouch whenever he'd come in. she thinks he's still asleep and she's glad for it as she turns to face away from him and cries.

later, she's stirring a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, maybe still a little red-eyed, and she turns her communicator on. ]

[voice]

Everyone here is strange... [ quietly. and not the best opening line ever, but it's a start ]


((ooc: Action's open to house mates, before she's in the kitchen, or after. Voice is totally open.))

[You're standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Or maybe you're stepping into a small town diner. Or maybe you just rented a hotel room that hasn't been refurbished since the 70s—nice room dividers though. Wherever you are, you have the feeling you're being watched. Don't worry though. It's just Sam. Tall, friendly, puppy dog eyed Sam.]

[Right?]


( OOC: Contains spoilers for seasons 4-5 )

[[Charles]]

[A little boy in an elegant suit is crouching here on the ground, curled in on himself. He is furious -- or crying -- or both. A parade of adults in fancy clothes glide past him, ballgowns and wingtip shoes brushing by, their owners either not noticing or not caring about him. Powerless. In the end he's always -- powerless.

A massive figure finally pauses in front of him, and Lelouch's head jerks up, and he forces himself to his feet. The man towers over his childish height, easily three times his size, maybe more.

"You can't do this!" he shouts desperately. "You can't toy with people's lives! You can't decide for the whole human race!"

The man just shoves him back to the ground.]


[[Suzaku]]

["Why do you always have to make things so difficult?" he tells Suzaku, even though he knows that he's the one who makes things difficult. He's frustrated. "Why do you listen to me? Why do you give in? Why don't you fight for yourself?"

He closes his eyes. "--It wasn't a mistake," he says, finally, and draws a step closer to slip his arms around Suzaku's waist.

"Of course it wasn't," Suzaku agrees, immediately. "I lo--"

Lelouch kisses him, because he hates those words.]


((ooc: Both are open regardless of past CR but for Suzaku please ask me! Tag in at the end after the scene(s) described and we'll play through as far as you like!))

[Dream 1 | Fun and Games | Open]
[The room is lavish and elegant. It's spacious and not just because the furniture within is proportioned for a child. There are dolls, toys, books, and games all neatly arranged within the space. There is also an area set up for a tea party. Maybe you were invited? Or you could play with the realistic dollhouse or the dress up clothes or the puzzles or the chess set? Really, anything at all is fine with the little girl that occupies this room. She loves having visitors.

There's only one rule—don't open the door.

But you wouldn't do that, would you? No, it's better to stay in here. Stay away. Stay safe.]

( OOC 1 )

[Dream 2 | Revealing | Open]
[Suddenly you're dancing and across from you is a girl in an elaborate ball gown. Her face is hidden as is yours, but the long, pink hair might give her away. You're in a magnificent ballroom and there seem to be other people around, but her eyes are only for you. There is just something in the air, isn't there? Dance, talk, have some punch, and follow wherever the night leads.]

( OOC 2 )

[ Welcome to a lovely little city. There are plenty of people about, and they're cheerful and friendly; they'll wave at you as you pass on by. There might be something a little bit quaint about the buildings and the way people around you are dressed. Cobblestone streets, arching doorways -- and the tallest building anywhere is the castle, not so very far away but somehow distinctly remote. On some level, you just know you can't get there.

Do you need any help? Directions, a tour? Have you lost any possessions? (Because the people here are mostly nice but some of them might steal your purse.) Well, never fear, because a young knight is heading your way.

He looks to be around sixteen or seventeen, and his eyes are bright. Yuri won't recognize you, but he is so pleased to be useful. Let him be useful for you? Or just gawk a little at the tiny puppy following in his wake. ]


((ooc: Opennnn.))

[ has never been one to forgo a cat nap, no matter what time of day it is. when she begins to nod off while playing with Beagle, she kisses his little head and then curls up on Lelouch's bed, perfectly content. ]

[ the one-room house is small, but cozy and well-kept. it seems even smaller because of the dozen or so people milling about, their attentions centered on the bed in the corner by the window. a handful of adults mind the children -- who keep running up to the bed and grasp at the hands of the old woman in it; they call her Oma and hand her flowers that look like they've been pulled from the meadow outside, dirt still clinging to the bottoms. the old woman just smiles and accepts them, curling wrinkled fingers around them.

a few of the adults have dark hair and gold-colored eyes, though others appear totally ordinary. one little boy has green hair and blue eyes. all different color combinations, but they all faintly resemble the old woman. she seems familiar to you, too, despite her wrinkles and pure-white hair; her unremarkable forehead. and as you look around, you notice a few things that seem out of place -- a plush toy in a corner, faded and well-loved. you might remember it being bright orange, last time you saw it. there's a smell of pizza being made on a stone over the kitchen fire, though no one here looks worldly at all. an aged beagle dozes at the foot of the bed, undisturbed by the children who occasionaly play with his ears.

eventually, she notices you -- and smiles, her eyes filling with happy tears. she reaches out a frail hand for you, and the adults shoo the children away to make room by her bedside. ]

((OOC: Open to castmates and any current CR! She will recognize you and be happy to see you maybe she's senile, if you didn't have that good of a relationship in Marina.))

Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]