What. The fuck. Ith thith? WHAT THE FLIPPING FUCK ITH THITH HOOFBEATHT SHIT!?!?

How are any of thethe thingth even conthidered criminal? Are we going to get thome shitty neophyte down here tho we can thtart the traditional and thuperfithial trial? Or can we fucking thkip that and go thraight for the goddamned noothe becauthe I REFUTHE TO BELIEVE THAT I AM THTUCK HERE FOR THE RETHT OF MY FEW REMAINING THWEEPS LEFT! NOT WITH THITH PIETHE OF SHIT THRAPPED ONTO MY HEAD! THOMEONE BETTER GET THITH FUCKING THING OFF OF MY ANKLE TOO!

[ welp. that would be the sound of said ball and chain rattling uselessly. he can't do a thing about it and after a few moments? the sound dies down to groaning and heavy breathing. mood. plummeting. ]

...

Fuck, I gueth that thith really had been thort of inevitable, with thome bulgethucker like me. Way to fucking go, Captor.

[There on video is the sight of a somewhat more calm than last time troll. Instead of fear, anger is written on his face. His silly looking overbite probably cancels out the intended effect though. He doesn't seem to care as black eyebrows knit together.]

So, are we supposed to do anything vaguely productive or are we just supposed to sit on our fucking backsides and wait to die in here?

[He cards a hand through his hair, aggravation obvious.]

I don't even have any of my glorious movies here to pass the time, this is a daymare, oh my god.



[Filtered to Eridan]

Ampora, I met your moirail.

He said that me being ripped from my timeline and brought here means I have a second chance to make it up to you. I didn't really think of it like that and I don't really know how to apologize for something you haven't experienced yet, that sound fucking dumb. I mean, yeah, fuck, you were out of line and I'm not saying it's okay what you did, it's not okay that you fucking killed them. But I guess I'm saying I forgive you for it? You have no idea what I'm even apologizing and forgiving you for, so let me explain. Pay attention and prepare to get schoolfed.

Later on in the game you kill Feferi and Kanaya and blind Sollux because for some reason you get it in your damaged thinkpan (at the time) that that's a good idea. You fucking killed them, right in front of me. And destroyed the matriorb! I was too terrified to do a single fucking thing before you left, so I threatened you. I said some pretty fucking horrible shit to you, broke our pact and said I'd kill you.

Then Kanaya came back as a rainbow drinker or some hoofbeast shit and... well.. She cut you in half... With her chainsaw... I wasn't even around when she did it. The only reason I really knew was because after Gamzee snapped, he put all the bodies in tanks, chopped all the heads off the dead bodies and walked around with them... I couldn't fucking save anyone...

I'm sorry you die, and I'm fucking sorry I couldn't save you, or anyone for that fucking matter and even if you were a huge fucking conksuck murderous shitbag. I forgive you, I'm not going to hate you or other version of you for it, platonically or not... Everyone did a lot of stupid shit and neither one of us gain anything from me holding a grudge. I was thinking about it and I probably should be mad at you but there's really no fucking point to be anymore.

[Y e p, Eridan, that sure is Karkat looking nervous as all hell...]

[Welcome to the Devil's Compass, it's Poker Night.

The record player might be playing something jazzy in the background, there's (plenty of) smoke wafting in the air and the taps are just waiting to be... tapped. For those who quit the game or didn't come to play in the first place, the pool table and dart board are free. But why wouldn't you come to play poker on Poker Night? Scared of all... the big bad cheats?]

[The video clicks on and a certain troll is visible glaring into the camera. First noticeable thing about her though (besides, you know, the grey skin and candycorn-looking horns) is the fact that one of her eyes infact had seven pupils. She was not happy in the least bit, and her expression surely showed this.]

Really, I've been arrested? Terezi, if you expected me not to know this was your stupid sort of joke then woooooooow because it is SUPER obvious you would be behind this sort of thing!

I won that coin flip fair and square, I guess you just couldn't handle losing to someone as fortunate as me.

[Vriska paused and looked down, she was admiring the heavy ball and chain attached to her leg. It was sort of impressive that Terezi would go that far, but at the same time it really annoyed her since it prevented her from flying. But, was Terezi that fearful of her getting away? It made the troll scoff, a smirk plastered upon her face now.]

Did you really have to go all-out like this and attempt to keep me grounded? I'm sure I'll find a way out of this thing soon though.

Soooooooo I guess I can give it to you that it was a nice effort on your part.

[Closed Mingle – Sanguinala Feast]
[The noontime feast was held in the house that would soon find itself under construction—tools and materials had been hastily dragged outside, as they'd been stored within for safe keeping during the shelter lock-down and, fortunately, for the snow-in. In their place, the two commisars from the Imperium of Mankind hastily cleaned and decorated the place with swaths of gold and red, while in the Shelter, Felicia and Sasha oversaw the preparation of the meal.]

[The feast itself is comprised of fusion dishes: the Imperium's cooking sense with ingredients readily available to them in the kitchens and stores. It's certainly adequate enough for themselves and their small handful of guests--a few fellow humans whom they had invited to join them.]

[And after it draws to a close, Cain will promptly suggest they all go to the Devil's Compass.]

[Open Mingle at the Bar, mid to late afternoon]

[Come and PARTY. Or just happen to come by and be swept into the party. Or resist being swept and grumble about them being annoying. YOUR CALL.]

–

((OOC: If you aren't sure your character is invited, check here or contact us. Otherwise, feel free to have threads that have nothing to do with the feast but take place at the bar here! Newbies are welcome to the bar. ♥))

((Please specify if you are at the [bar] or the [feast] in the subject line!))

[The video feed flickers on to a tired troll, he is obviously wondering if this thing is working by the look on his face. It takes a moment before he lets out a grumble and then freak-out mode takes over completely. Eyebrows furrowed as he began his rant.]

Well, I was just getting used to the idea of getting clubbed to death in a doomed fucking time-line but I guess that would be too much fucking charity on the universe's part, wouldn't it be? Obviously so because NO, fucking no, instead I get to deal with this. Har, har, fucking har, Mcnubbyshitpants, you never get off the fucking metaphorical hook that easy. No, I have to fucking dance around like a rabid banana creature with some mental deficiency flinging my fecal matter in everyone's general direction to repay my debt of being a general failure of an existence. I thought a doomed time-line was supposed to entail you know, fuck, I don't fucking know, maybe BEING DOOMED? Or am I not lispy enough for that shit?

I doubt I can fucking deal with this ball and fucking chain for much longer before having some sort of fucking rage stroke from my bloodtubes all collectively and simultaneously bursting from the pure unadulterated rage pumping through them. It's my body realizing that I am a complete and utter failure and cannot even be doomed correctly, no, instead this utter hoofbeast shit has to happen so it's taking matters into it's own claws.

That is so fucking fitting. Of course Karkat Vantas, you cannot just fucking be doomed properly, that's not how things work, you have to FUCK THAT UP too. Defuckinglightful!

[There's a pause and a loud groan, followed swiftly by a frustrated noise that resembles what one could assume a cow giving birth sounds like. The sound alone gives new meaning to having a cow while at the same time giving claws down a chalkboard a run for its money. The ugly noise was matched with an ugly facial expression, overbite making it's debut while his eyes squinted into a glare.]

Tangoing past that crap with the gracefulness one might assume someone has when there are fucking ants in their pants... I demand someone fucking tells me what the fuck is going on this moment, not that I want to talk to any other asshole inhabiting this shit-hole I'm SURE.

[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?]

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[Standing right next to what must be the door to a public bathroom in the shelter, he opens it then turns around to look for anyone before he speaks out through the communicator, so everyone will know what he has to say about this...]

-- Is Acumen serious?

Not only am I forced to be here away from my hive but now I have to be here for two more days? Too many fuckin' humans are here at once! Forget that, this bathroom is now mine! No one else is allowed to enter, no one! Well, except maybe my moirail but that is it!

Got that? Leave me alone!

[With that, he backs up inside and slams the door of the bathroom closed so no one can bother him...

That is, unless they try to talk to him or go in to use his claimed bathroom.]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sanji: a letter from Miwako Sakurada.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Tieria Erde: a package from Sasha.
  
• Buffy: a package from Sasha.
  
• Raenef V: a package from Ryo Sanada.
  
• Euphemia Li Britannia: flowers from Ribbons Almark.

[The Shelter being closed to them is only a slight impediment to the mail, as PM is happy to make a special announcement before her usual route for delivery and pickup.]

[Video]

Greetings. [PM's demeanor is definitely more calm and serious than what most may know from her. Unless you are new, in which case, here is your introduction to the white-shelled carapacian mail-delivering queen. Which, by the way, is a non-sequitur that doesn't seem to particularly bother her.] As both an introduction and a reintroduction, I am the Prospitian Monarch--I operate the Marina Asylum Postal Service, along with the help of my dutiful volunteers. We are all very happy to assist you.

Mail will still be delivered today and tomorrow despite the unusual circumstances. I will do my best to find and deliver mail to those of you normally in the shelter! If I have difficulty, I will contact you directly. Please stay warm and safe in the meantime.

[PM can be replied to by video, or found in her mail route at all residential areas of the dome!]

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[It takes him next to no time at all to figure out the communicator, and when he realises that Lilo and the others are nowhere nearby, Stitch went on a searching spree for them. He can still be found, running along, looking around frantically]

Lilo! Lilo!

[His English is awkward, obviously not his first language. Finally, annoyed with how badly his search is going, he turns the communicator on. Maybe Lilo or the others have one!

Ooooo video screen. Helpful! Scanning for his ohana and wondering which of the many here put him in here] Aka boocha... [The alien mutters under his breath, words untranslated. It's probably guessable though, since he's a newbie here. He growls a little before speaking up again] Lilo! Nani? Pleakly? Jumba? [Come ooooon, if he's here, Jumba at least has to be. Where's an evil genius scientist when you need one?]

[it’s late. Like, really late. Like, almost dawn late, like morning-of-that-term-paper’s-due-date late. Everyone sensible should be in bed, especially on a cold, snowy night like this.]

[Felicia’s counting on that, which is why she’s chosen this hour to head out to do something important and likely illegal—but those two things often go hand-in-hand, don’t they? Despite the faintest stirrings of guilt, she slips into the Education Center as silent as a shadow—and a very weirdly-shaped shadow, at that—to get this over with.]

[OOC: so Felicia is stealing a computer from the education center. She won’t touch anything but the one desktop computer, which she’ll be sneaking back to the shelter with in a duffel bag. Feel free to catch her before or after she pulls off her heist, out in the open or in the shelter. Goodness, why aren’t you asleep?]

[Action: Open]

[If one were to be out and about, they might happen upon Eridan as he goes about his own business collecting as many pillows as he can (especially red ones) to create Cain's pillow pile for them to feelings jam upon. Whether he has one pillow, two pillows or an armful of pillows, he seems to be in quite the cheerful mood. Unusual, considering this is... Eridan. Don't think this will last after he conks out at some point, his happy mood is thanks to the chocolate he's eaten.

Don't tell him it's magic, by the way, magic isn't real.]

[Video -> Action: Private to Cain]

[At some point that night Eridan has accumulated an amazing amount of pillows and has put them in Cain's shelter room. An amazing amount, considering he's filled the entire room with them. There are definitely many unused residences in Marina without pillows this night...

Once the sea dweller troll feels he's gotten enough to consider it a pile, he contacts Cain through the communicator on his face right away. After all, he wants his moirail to see all this effort he's put into making the perfect pillow pile as soon as possible.]

I'm done, Cai! I've made you a pillow pile for us to feelin's jam on.

[There is no mail today, but as always, PM will and must complete her postal duties. She does the rounds dutifully, despite her... temporary problem. At least she looks very cute in a little tiny version of the postal uniform?]

[Though nothing is stopping her from making a video announcement after her rounds! It’s clear what candy PM was snacking on--she appears to be the carapacian equivalent of a very little girl, with big round eyes and teeth too big for her mouth--to the point where she lisps when she talks in her squeaky little girl voice.]

[Video]
Greetings! Um, this is a bad day for it, but the winter uniforms are here. [She swivels the camera around to show two uniforms laid out carefully in the post office, the women’s uniform (sans scarf and yellow leggings) and the men’s, which is similar enough, but has pants. Which may come as a mercy, based on PM’s usual fashion designs. PM’s albino lobster, Castell, is also in view, though he is not doing anything more useful than getting the skirt of the sample uniform wet by walking on it.] I am only sorry that I cannot wear one to better demonstrate the look. Rest assured, if you see the proud dolphin logo on such a garment, you are dealing with an esteemed member of the postal service.

Volunteers are welcome to stop by to pick up their uniforms! … Even if you cannot wear them today due to suddenly becoming a child. Please also refrain from cutting holes for animal ears and tails.

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[Yet another teenager around Marina really isn't all that big of a deal, right? Frankly, Cain is kicking himself for eating that damn candy. His paranoia-fueled instincts are getting too soft. Next time, other people eat it, THEN he does. Returning to his awkward phase wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the day.]

[Still, he has chosen to hang out by the ramen stand rather than hide in shame. He was never a bad looking kid, after all, just lanky and not filled out with the muscle of adulthood battlefields. Then again, he is hoping for a fairly quiet lunch, so hopefully he won't be too popular today.]

[--though he is curious about how his fellows from the Imperium are faring. Well, if they mock him, they mock him. There's a pretty good chance that he can at least commiserate with Felicia, though.]

[Private to Ibram Gaunt and Felicia Tayber]

[His voice is decidedly less deep, though at least he is old enough for his voice to not crackle TOO badly.]

It’s Cain. Have you two been eating candy?

[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... )

[Oh hey, it's this guy.]

[York is seated at a desk in an apartment, a vaguely amused look on his face. He appears to be wearing a brand new suit, looking sharp as a tack, if a little too big in the shoulders. Oh, well. He's as sincere and conversational as you can possibly be about what he's about to say.]

This morning's prank was absolutely perfect! Nothing like waking up in the wrong bed to keep you on your toes. I'd like to shake the hand of whomever put that one together. If I need to shake a slimy flipper or a robotic grasping tool, I'll be glad to do that, too.

Reminds me of my high school days... not that I or anyone I knew had the ability to teleport people around. Too bad, really.

By the way, I'd like to talk to someone about the Defense Force. Or several someones. I'm not exactly short on time, unless someone would like to tailor my new suits for me. [This is not a joke. Suits are a very important matter.]

[ 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] ))
 

[It's midday at the club, but that's nothing to stop Ciaphas Cain from getting some light afternoon drinking in. It's not imbibing for the sake of getting drunk so much as for a delightful buzz--given the presence of a Hawaiian pizza that he dragged from the pizza shop, he is clearly just using a bit of his downtime to relax. Not that Mr. Grimdark Future knows what or who Hawaii is and what it has to do with pizza, but hey, it goes good with a bit of drink.]

[He's sparing his attention on the network as he eats and drinks. Not that he will shun a bit of conversation in favor of the very polite eavesdropping he's currently enjoying, should someone want to strike up a conversation... or try to take some pizza.]

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Hokuto Sumeragi: a package from Ribbons Almark.
  
• Miwako Sakurada: a package from Ribbons Almark.

[PM didn't get to talk about the mail quite as much as she'd hoped while at the prom, so she will just have to make up for it today. That and it is time to begin thinking about winter postal uniforms. The chill may not bother her too much, but she respects that her volunteers may have chilly legs.]

[She will have to check in with others for fashion advice. Winter is still not a season she's entirely used to. So many reasons to try and chat with people today!]

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