[ 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] ))
 

[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.

You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.

M-24 was gone. Again.

De--

--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]

...You damn idiot.

[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]

[it’s hard to acquaint one’s self with new technology when you don’t even know how to turn it on properly. truth be told, Herbert wouldn’t be surprised in the least if it turned out that this was just a very elaborate toy or if it didn’t work at all. this might be a lucid dream but he's not even gonna wonder where the logic in this particular one is or what kind of awful, nasty things his brain is trying to tell him by picking out such a - colorful locale.

imagine his surprise when it turns out that the thing does work. the video feed opens to him primly sitting on his knees, neat as can be even with the ugly cuff wrapped around his right foot. he shifts a few times, causing the chain to rattle gently, before dipping one hand out of frame to where the welcome basket is beside him. seconds later, he comes up with a bag of pretzels. whether or not he’s bothered that the clothing he’s wearing is covered in copious amounts of dried blood and viscera or if it even registers properly remains to be seen. If he is aware, he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it.

after a few minutes of crunching away, he swallows and wipes a few crumbs off his lips.]

I don’t like salted pretzels. [he says this nonchalantly but in a tone that suggests everyone with half a brain should know this incredibly vital bit of trivia.] More importantly, I don’t like the ocean. I was under the impression that near-death experiences cause your life to flash before your eyes, but considering that I haven’t been to a beach since the age of five, it would seem that I’ll have to reevaluate my assessment.

[he pops another pretzel into his mouth, and this time his expression becomes very…unamused.]

Dream, then. Is this the part where I’m supposed to learn something enlightening about myself, or the part where manifestations of my psyche come to ridicule me? Either way, I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible, if you please. [CRUNCH.] I have something that needs to be taken care of back in Arkham. A way to remove this - [again, the chain rattles.] - would be ideal as well. If I’m going to be traipsing about here for God knows how long, I would like to do it in relative comfort.

HELLO, MARINA. I'M R2-D2.

THE INCLUSION OF DROIDS HERE SEEMS TO INDICATE A LACK OF AN APPROPRIATE ALGORITHM FOR DETERMINING THE SEVERITY OF CRIMES AND APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENTS. BASED ON AVAILABLE DATA, THERE IS A 64% CHANCE THAT I AM HERE MERELY BECAUSE THE WARDEN IS LONELY.

HE'S CUTE, BUT MY PROFESSIONAL OPINION IS THAT HE'LL PROBABLY PLAY HARD TO GET.

[He's not used to sleeping so much, but what else is he supposed to do in a hospital? Unfortunately, the big man has quickly gotten restless and irritable from so much inactivity. From the sounds of it, there was even some big event of some sort last night, and he hadn't even gotten to lurk around the edges to check it out.]

Oy. Someone come help me break out of this place, and I'll make it worth your while. [He's being totally serious, too. He thinks he's going to lose his mind if he has to stay in this bed another day. His chest has to be almost healed by now, right?]

Look, I just need someone to get me past these goddamn robots, and that's it. [Walking still hurts, but if he takes it slow and steady, it'll be fine. Trust him, he has a plan. Sort of.]

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.)

[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

[Ahem, ahem. Please allow this white-haired NOT!TWILIGHT sparklyvampire noble to delicately clear his throat and gaze at the communication device with the intensity of...something really. Intense. He isn't sulking, we should make this clear at the outset. Nor is he on the verge of a minor temper tantrum. Don't be ridiculous.]

If- [FROOOOOWN] If my transgressions are indeed worthy of lifelong imprisonment, I shall answer for them without complaint, as is befitting a noble. What's done is done, and I stand by my actions. [Pause. Even breaths!] I do, however, object to the manner in which my sentence was passed, behind closed doors and behind my back. At least have the decency to convict me while I am present at the trial.

[To add insult to injury, these communicators are absolutely HIDEOUS. But remember, kiddies, he's not having a tantrum. His eyebrow is twitching a little, though. Just a little.]

Barbaric.

[The frown could almost be a scowl now.]

I do hope you haven't detained Seira in a similar fashion.

----- [ Open ] -----

[ Remember this brightly smiling face, Marina? This man is currently surrounded by greenery, long hair pulled back in a ponytail and is holding a pair of pruning scissors. ]

Roses, for all their beauty, are known to be quite the fussy plants! Constant pruning is required, for the leaves tend to take away nutrients that would otherwise be channeled towards healthy blossoms.

[ Talking to himself? Maybe. Until he looks to the camera~ ]

Roses are also versatile plants, for not only their perfume nor their appearance make most of their charm, but their taste as well. They make the interesting addition to tea, roast birds and pastries.

So, tell me Marina, are there unique recipes from your home that you might want to share? Perhaps those tuning in to this feed might pick up something new as well!


----- [ Private to Rai and M-21 ] -----

[ Now he has the welcome basket -- the treats, the pamphlet and brochures, and other supplies. Along with the basket came a new accessory. And so as promptly and sharply as he can, albeit void of any humor -- ]

Master, M-21.

I have been restrained. I will be late for dinner.
 

[When he finally cracks his eyes open, he doesn't recognize the ceiling he’s staring up at. For one, heart-stopping moment, he’s deathly afraid that he’s back in the Organization, being patched up for some ungodly reason. Or, worse, being experimented on yet again. The last thing he remembers is telling M-21 that he has to live, for all of their sake.]

[The message is something he takes in more slowly, and when he finally finishes reading, a sardonic grin curls at his lips.]

So even guys like me can get a second chance… [He laughs, but that makes his chest hurt, so he shuts up pretty quickly. He grudgingly shifts a hand to feel the bandages that have been wrapped there. So they’d saved his life, when he was supposed to die. He isn’t sure how he feels about it. Hell. As long as M-21 is safe. As long as he’s free. Really, isn’t that all that matters?]

That’s some technology, helping to patch up a broken heart… literally. [Goddamn it, he really had to stop chuckling. It felt like someone was taking a hammer to his ribs...]

((OOC: M-24 is in the hospital! He is restrained, but he probably needs anywhere from one to three days to fully recover. Heart punctures are terrible.))

So, does anyone here have money? [Allen is very relaxed this evening, reclining on his couch with his dog and playing idly with a woman's wallet between his fingers]

Of course there isn't any money in this place. It's all just worthless pieces of paper and lumps of metal, since everything is free. But I'm curious if anyone still has their wallets from when they first arrived, and what might be in them. We probably have a lot of different currency here, when you actually think about it.

I want to -- compare.

[and possibly con you into giving it to him! ♥ ]

[Buffy is out on the beach again this morning barefoot, wearing yoga pants and a white tank. She's got The Bangles playing on a radio--don't judge her for her music.]

Tai Chi class in twenty minutes. Bring your coffee. I think it helps you find your chi. Even better if its chai instead of coffee.

[here's your stringy, blonde-haired Luna complete with radish earrings and a dreamy expression on her face.] This is a much nicer place than I thought it would be. True, I wasn't expecting very much, but now I'm glad I didn't. It wouldn't be a very pleasant surprise if I expected this. [a long pause as she looks off screen at the ceiling]

I have always wanted to live in a bubble, just to see how it's like. Do you suppose we'll start floating if we wait long enough?

[Luna's stretched out on the grass in the park. She's right there - and totally being a hindrance, but hey!]

[ "Principal Lee" found it quite strange that the library only contained general information. Too general. Almost sanitized.

Though he has to admit, the cleanliness of the place was impeccable. If it weren't for the buzz offered by this strange device on his head, the silence would make things perfect.

He cannot sense Master. He could be glad, but he was worried since he cannot keep an eye on him.

This is troublesome. Very troublesome indeed. The video feed then opens to a handsome face, framed by well-kept golden hair. ]

I do beg your pardon, but would there be a place here where ramen is served? Or perhaps some good tea?

[ Bit of a bashful kind of smile~ ]

I find myself having a bit of craving, you see.



(( OOC: Here be Frankenstein of Noblesse. Pardon as replies may be slow ;; ))
 

[He’s dusty, dirty, covered in blood, but he’s still calm as he takes in the situation. This isn’t the time to get angry—it’s not the time to lose his cool as M-24 would say—but he can’t stay here. The gift basket is almost mocking him—a little consolation prize for being royally fucked over. The only reason he doesn’t smash it under his heel is because it might be useful.

And from everything he's heard so far, he doesn't think he'll find a fine print that says "And this is how you escape." He turns on the communicator, a little frustrated.]

I guess breaking the warden to get out of here isn’t going to cut it, is it.

[Not a question. It’s the obvious first response. How to get out. How to defeat the one holding them there. But it won’t be that simple, he can tell. But he's been listening. He's heard some of what others were saying to the "newbies." Guess he's one of them.]

Che. [damn it.] Is there a way to figure out what’s happening back where we come from? Or do we have to go straight to the head? [He was in the middle of something important and if he can’t get back there now, he really needs to know what went down.]

...........This is such a weird dream.

[Shinwoo is staring dumbfoundedly at everything around him while the welcome message drones into his ear.]

I must have fallen asleep in class again. There's no way I'm in jail. I knew I shouldn't have let Ik-han talk me into watching that movie last night.

[He's tempted to pinch himself but....what if it actually hurts? It seems safer to just go along with the scenario for now. Besides, any second now, Teacher's going to bellow out his name and he's going to pop out of his seat, drool still clinging to the corner of his lips. Right?]

............

If this really is a dream though, can't there at least be ramen in it? [A slight whine.] I'm hungry.