[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!]

[There is video, as Rebecca adjusts it-- coming down a little bit on an angle, she's set the device on a shelf while she finishes screwing the case back on to her laptop.

It takes a minute, but then her eyes flick up and she gives the camera a two fingered little wave.] Hey.

Looking for two volunteers for a little project Lacus and I've got going. If you've got a couple hours to spare today and don't mind letting your brain be picked at [kinda literally] I'm fielding applications right now. It involves beta testing a virtual reality simulator. If you saw us the other day around the dome, this is the next step where we put all that sweet data to use.

Anyway, if this sounds like your cup of tea, lemme know. We only need two people right now, adults only please, but we can put up a waiting list if demand is high... oh, and it's totally safe. [She shakes her hand in the air dismissively.] We've done a couple tests ourselves, I'd never put anyone in something I'm not confident about.

Woot, so that's that. Show of interested hands?

[[ooc: Responses to this post/ Rebecca will have a comment thread of their own-- and subsequent chosen volunteers will have their own individual threads with either Rebecca or Lacus watching over them while testing out the VR Machines. Virtual!Lacus may be sprinkled through out. Headers will guide the way~]]

[Somewhere people work out there is a man. A man working out. He chose his location well. He is shirtless and possibly glistening. It's a thing that happens. You can't control glistening. Thousands of people may be afflicted with glistening and you'd never know. At least not until their curious dog, Salty, decided the communication device was a chew toy and managed to hit one of the buttons.

Have a torso, Marina. There's an interesting tattoo on it and everything. And since this torso is working out you can see muscles flexing. Do you like the view?

How about now with a GIANT tongue coming right at you followed by dog slobber?]

[If you know Lacus, you know she's a little overly curious sometimes, so it might not come as a big surprise to see her roaming around, pausing to touch various things, smell some flowers if any happen to be in the area. But she's not usually followed around by an athletic, headphone-wearing brunette who's carrying an impressive laptop/handheld technogadget combo. And usually there aren't electrodes under all that pink hair.]

[Lacus isn't bothered by the rain in the slightest and Rebecca has the equipment covered so they're just as likely to be outside as inside, Lacus playing around in the light rain in clothing that's quite a bit more suited to summer than early spring. At Rebecca's direction, Lacus is idly taking her time to take in whatever's around, whether that's dipping her fingers in the koi pond or nestling into an armchair in the shelter common room or leaning against the brick wall of one of the lesser used buildings. She might sample a few things from the restaurants, too.]

[And if you happen to be around, Lacus might casually ask if she can touch you. Don't worry, it's all for science.]


((OOC: Threads will be with Lacus and Rebecca and can be located anywhere in the dome! Feel free to ask what's going on, or react as if Lacus has approached you. There will be no touching without permission, but she's a hard girl to say no to ^_^ ]

Well, I guess it's official. I'm shit out of luck and desperate for a distraction.

So, porn or zombies?

And if you've got a secret stash, I want in on it!

[ Yep, someone's managed to avoid all the mirrors today. Blame Cas for disappearing. Dean's in no mood to see how crappy he actually looks. And, if ever there was one thing that helped cheer Dean up, it was a good horror flick and some porn. ]

[It can be heard from a distance: the clang of clashing blades, the telltale sizzle of small explosions, bursts of rushing air that are more felt than heard. Get close enough, and a caped figure flies overhead, an armored knight in pursuit. A ball of fire launches from the blue-skinned man's hands as he hovers above ground, toward the knight who blocks with the flat of her sword and leaps up at her attacker. His sword flashes and there's a clang -- odd, because her hands look to be empty.]

[Feel free to gawk, if you like. What, you've never seen a blonde knight with an invisible sword and a stone-skinned, fire- and lightening-throwing sorcerer battle before?]

[By all appearances, it's a fight to the death, except for two things. First, no matter how strong the attacks seem, neither of them is injured. And second, if you spot either of the combatants in the right moment, you might just catch them smiling.]


((OOC: Saber will be winning the battle if your character wants to react to that, but it should be pretty epic. Tags can come from Zelgadis or Saber, specify if you want one or the other or both! (Ari will be getting to tags tonight or tomorrow.) Please no injuries from the fighting, they'd never let people get caught in the crossfire~ o/ ))

[ Dean stumbles out of the bedroom, fully clothed and aching from more then just sleeping in a weird position. He felt like he'd taken the beating of a lifetime.

Again. ]

Sam? Cas!

Please tell me you two are awake.

[ Please say its so. Dean doesn't think he can handle that a second time. ]

[ Sometime Later ]

Hey. Cas? C'mon man. This isn't funny more. Get your ass over to the house right now.

...

Damn it.

[ click ]

Alright, I'm stumped, and it's pretty hard to stump me. I get that I'm in prison and there's apparently no escape. If you crack the glass, all the water pours in and even if you manage to get out, the 168.327 times normal gravity will crush you flat. Clever. But this really doesn't look like a prison. I mean, what prison hands out gift baskets? Not exactly the most intimidating first gesture.

So my big question to my fellow "inmates" is: what exactly is going on here? How did they snatch me up and hold a trial that I don't even remember? I doubt they really care about justice, but why lie about me getting a trial?

[A sigh. This is really getting him nowhere.]

The point is that I'd appreciate information besides the info in the pamphlet. Thanks.

[[Open to participants at the end of Round One!]]


[You wake up suddenly, and you're not where you were. But looking around, you find you're in... your own room. Your own bed. It's dark and quiet, late at night, and any friends and roommates you might have are there with you, still sleeping, or just waking up.]

[But something is wrong.]


((OOC: This mingle will function the same as the last mingle. Sentience will make a "prompt" comment for each new development, and then you respond to them and thread amongst each other. In this mingle you start out separated, so you are also welcome to use your communicators to video or voice chat with each other in response to each prompt comment. But you are only capable of speaking to other people who are in this mingle; you cannot hear, speak to, or communicate with anyone who isn't taking part in the event. So don't tag any other action or network posts on the community if you're in the event!))

I was wondering if -- Is there a high school around here? I'm a senior, so I don't have much longer to go, but... I miss having something to do, and if I can enroll... I might as well finish it out here, right?

filtered to damon salvaore.

I think Katherine's gone. When I first got here, people kept -- asking me if they already knew me, and it was pretty easy to figure out that she was why... But I haven't seen her around, and I know she would've made some grand appearance at this point, especially since... You're here. Keep an eye out, okay?

end filter.

[Late afternoon in Sector 3, a slightly-built robot, different from the many that wander the facility, has gathered with a few of the inmates in front of the movie theater.]

[They're planning a party, or so they say.]

[...Within an hour they break away and head to an unremarkable, sealed building towards the dome wall of Sector 3. And then Sentience's party disappears inside it and they are not seen or heard from again for the rest of the day.]


((OOC: The first event mingle. Do not respond to the post itself! Sentience will make several comments over the next few hours. Each comment is a separate prompt, describing the action that's just happened and which is happening. Comment to a "prompt" comment to set your character in the mingle, so that other characters can tag you there! If you want to tag Sentience, Sentience will be making comments just like every other character so that you can interact with it directly.))

Hey General. [Greetings, it's your absolute favorite Noah.

Sounding hella smug this early in the morning.] What do you say to a morning drink?


[Action/ Morning at the Devil's Compass]

[For some it might be too early in the morning for a drink, and think him and his openly public invitation crazy if you wish. But when you have an opportunity this golden to rub something in, especially on Cross Marian of all people, why not use it? Judgment is nowhere in sight, but Tyki Mikk is reclining against the bar in a fitted vest and clean white shirt. Not a special enough occasion to warrant a tie or jacket. Today, at least.

While he is waiting for his dear friend Cross to show, the tavern's not quite the most secluded place so threadjacks and general posting are open for anyone else who might wish to be at the Devil's Compass... this early in the morning! (Hey, the food's good. Try the hashbrowns.)]

[Stitch has borrowed one of the shelter rooms to stay in over the last few days. Now he turns his communicator on to show it off. At first all you'll see is the ceiling, then a big alien eye before Stitch grins and tilts the communicator to show off one of the walls]

Look!

[Said wall has a bunch of photos tacked to it, mostly of different areas in the dome. There's also a sketch of him carefully pinned up that was given to him by Reki a few days ago]

Lilo had photo wall at home. So Stitch make photo wall here! [It kind of reminds him of home, but not as full] Stitch needs to take photos of people. [He sets the communicator down and crawls up onto said wall, going around the photos] Take lots of photos!

[He has the plans.

Later on he can be found all around the dome with his newly acquired camera, taking pictures of everything and everyone who comes across his path. Smile for the camera?]

[ Do you want to kiss a robot? To feel cold metal non-lips against yours?

Of course you do. And here's your opportunity!

Threepio can mostly be found in Sector 2 nowadays, in the library or the education center or the computer lab, generally "lending a hand" (e.g., being completely unhelpful) to anyone unlucky enough to meet his eye. He just wants to be your friend!

He's not sure about this kissing thing. ]

[Rogue has spent the morning locked in her room but she's hungry now and the shelter kitchen is far too crowded to deal with when the bots are added into the equation. She's on her way to the convenience store or perhaps the noodle shop if it seems safe. She's wearing gloves and a long sleeves hoody with the hood pulled up along with jeans and boots. She can be caught sneaking around between buildings and through alleys in an attempt to avoid the bots.]


[ooc: Open for kissing. I'll let you guys take the lead on just how involved the kiss is. She will steal powers, life force and memories if there's any bare skin touching hers (ie lips/bare hands to cheeks, etc) I'm okay with anything short of sending your character into a coma]

Officially marking this one on the calendar: Fifteen days, how long Stephanie Brown lasted in prison before losing her head a little bit.

[The cause? BOY BIRDS. Breaking her brain.]

Big fat frown that'd get from the old B...

[Sigh. The jog this morning which was supposed to help clear her head, instead brought on less than expected encounters, that much was for sure. Unaware really of the way the bots worked throughout the day (and perhaps about to find out) Steph tentatively is out and about, looking for something to nom and somewhere to chill a bit.

Not that any possible frustration will show much should anyone come say hi; she's nothing if not unrelentingly cheery.

Come get trapped up with her?]

[ooc; still going back and tagging some other posts/threads as always, and if you'd rather I do that for you, please link me! Just wanted to get this up :)]

[Kallen has settled into a pretty quiet life - almost normal. She's not quite at peace, with several million questions swirling in her head, but she's not sure who to trust with asking. So she remains silent, thinking of theories of what may have happened instead.

Today she's in the arcade, completely owning the shit out of the A.I. and yelling and in general being really, really competitive.]

No, no, no-- damn it! Lost again. All right, you think you can beat me? Think again stupid computer.

[Later she'll be shopping around - she's wanted a new light dress. She's thinking pink, actually, but in the end may go for a red sweater and some jeans. Girly things are so-- girly, after all. She thinks the robots around are just the usual - nothing strange here. Right?]

[ooc | Smooch away! Current CR, new CR, strangers. I don't even curr.]

[Helix starts his bot enforced routine today. That means the kid is dragging his sorry cute ass wherever in the dome that the bots want him to go. He's got work, chores and the like. He'll also be stopping by the coffee shop or wherever they take him for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He can be caught in between there or will gladly stop what he's doing to chat just to be rebellious and not do work.

Unfortunately for him there's mistletoe bots EVERYWHERE he's destined to go and he can't very well out run them with a ball and chain attached to his ankle.]

((ooc: Not soHappy Smooching!! I'll make a separate thread on this post for any of you that signed up but would rather me tag you, so you can park links to your thread on the mingle or your posts for me to follow! Otherwise, hop on in!))

[Kitty is wearing her uniform. Blue. Tight. Low cut. You get the picture. She likes the comfort of having it on when she trains which is what she was out doing this morning. Where the afternoon takes her, that's another story one we tell together.]

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)