[It's been days with little to no sleep, hours of excessive training, and several skipped meals--and what ones were not skipped were lacking--but one would not notice by the tone of Itachi's voice. It's soft, contemplative, just as it normally is. He sits in the kitchen, bandaging burns on his hands that he was careless enough to get.]

Would you consider death an end or an exit? Does death truly bring a cease to events or does it merely rearrange the participants?

[The dome seems to have settled into a content lull after prom and not even Ryoji is immune - but curled up in the doorway of an empty bedroom, he turns on a feed regardless. He's looking a little more relaxed than normal, but his expression is thoughtful instead of filled with cheer.]

A person told me once - [believable, right?] - about these monsters he used to fight, but he didn't call them monsters. I don't believe he hated them at all, even though he had reason to. He thought was a kindness, to end their lives before they could gain enough self-awareness to realise they've been murdering people.

I never understood why he thought that death was the only right answer.

[There's your daily dose of cryptic, Marina. Complete with a side order of curious lies.

And for those not interested in that, he adds - ]

I hope everyone had fun at the promenade. It's always nice to make happy memories like that.

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.))

[He's been keeping to himself ever since the 4th wall incident, but today is an exception. The entire dome will be offered a simple question.] What would you do if you were told the one thing you wanted most in life was unobtainable? What would you do to accomplish that goal? Would you be willing to give up everything?

[action]

[He's searching for them now. Kitty, Kisame--and his brother, too. He hasn't seen or heard from the shark-like nin for quite some time now. Could he have vanished like the others? Regardless, the young Uchiha is going to get some answers, no matter what it takes. First things first. He'll check the usual places that he's seen Kitty hanging around. She'll be easier to confront. The fact that he's stalling like a coward makes his insides twist, but he shoves down those traitorous thoughts for now. He'll get to Itachi, all in due time.]

[There's a girl sitting cross-legged on top of one of the Guardian Sapling's tree roots this morning. Video is also on, if you're not in the area. She's probably unfamiliar at first, but then you may notice the red markings on her face, arms and legs, the very obvious wolf ears and tail...

Ammy the human laughs lightly, pleased with herself] My, my~ It's been some time since I've been in this form! [She lightly gets to her feet, tail swishing slightly. Her clothes are simple, yet elegant, and even though it's been a few hundred years, she's as confident on two feet as she is on four]

I must remember to thank Acumen for this. But first I think this will require some exploring~ [And definitely some meeting up with people, if she can find them. This will be fun~]


((OOC: Tags may be slow for awhile, but rest assured I will get back to all of them!))

[It's growing late which is partially by design. She figures fewer people will be dress shopping for prom right now. She pulls out another sequenced number from the racks. Really, Acumen? You have a thing for bling, huh?

Taking a break a little later, she reaches up to set a private channel and then pauses, deciding to try something else first. She closes her eyes and takes a cleansing breath, trying to clear her mind of random thoughts before focusing on one. "Are you you listening, Xavier?"

She has no ability to push it into his mind or hide it from other powerful telepaths if they happen to be paying attention, but she's curious if he'll respond.]

[Private video to Itachi]
I'm thinking gray suit with a pop of color. Red? Blue? [Who needs context? Of course he might see she's in the clothing store if that helps.]

(OOC: Feel free to find her in the clothing store or on her way out when she'll have a bag with her.)

[ The day so far has been noise, noise, noise. But those who enter Marina’s pizzeria will find the atmosphere strangely… quiet. Overtly quiet. Perhaps it’s peaceful to some – to others, it may be eerie or suffocating. Whether or not you resist or adhere to this silence, most sounds fall short quicker than they normally would. Outside, the clamor returns.

Others may be enjoying their meals at the various tables or coming to pick up orders. One of the aforementioned diners happens to be an older gentleman, something of a rarity in Marina. His dark hair is slicked back against his skull and his skin seems tighter still against his bones. In business attire, he looks much like a man who’s affording himself lunch after an important meeting. A metal-tipped cane leans against the table’s side.

Largely, he seems like no one particularly interesting, just one of the many shades Marina has pass through from time to time. He cuts his pizza apart methodically, his gaze technically on his plate, but far away. He never cuts anything bigger than a bite from his pizza, and takes time after every third bite to dab delicately at his thin lips with a napkin.

His communicator is sitting, abandoned, on the table. Don't worry, though. He'll be able to understand anyone who dares to approach him. ]


(( OOC: Tags will be slow-going since today is a busy day for me! For anyone who isn't familiar, this is Death, from Supernatural. ))

[Naoya is quiet as he sits underneath Amaterasu's tree, looking up at the leaves. He's been here a while... and if the seasons keep advancing as fast as they have been, it'll be his birthday again soon before too long.]

( tldr Naoya is a thinky emobutt about things. )

[He sighs, and tries to direct his thoughts elsewhere, rubbing his face in frustration.]

[The video feed turns on from the communicator revealing what appears to be a young boy(or a girl depending of your perspective) looking very confused. A few seconds later, he notices the communicator and he's fiddling around with it for a bit, staring for a moment. It's clear has no idea how it works as he lightly taps on it and starts talking a bit loudly at first]

Hello? Hm~ I wonder what this thing does? I've never seen anything like it before.

This place is definitely not the castle and--

Oh no! Did I manage to sleepwalk out of it? That means I'm lost or-- wait is this a [Raenef flails a bit, looking very panicked as he notices the the iron ball attached to his foot] ...kidnapping?!

[He looks like he's about to cry, before a thought hits him] Hey! I'm a Demon Lord, you know, so you can't really keep me here so easily, I can just--

...Teleport and get out of here, yeah!

[There's a really long pause as he tries to visualize the castle so he can easily leave, but when that doesn't happen he'll go right back to panicking again]

Eh? It's not working? ...The only thing I can get right and it doesn't even work to get me back! Don't tell me I lost my powers?! Eclipse, please don't get mad at me for this! It's not even my fault-- !

[And the transmission turns off]

[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?

[He's heard the welcome message, tugged at the chain at his leg, and overall has a relatively good understanding of just what is going on.

He is far from pleased.]

You know, it's really not very nice to chain someone up when they haven't done anything wrong.

[Hullo, Marina. There is a white-haired man dressed in a nightgown - he was oh so rudely yanked out of bed - staring down from the communicator. It had taken him a few minutes to puzzle it out, but he's confident he's gotten the hang of it now.]

But!

[Here he smiles, looking quite a bit more pleased than a man just thrown in prison ought to be.]

If you bring me some cake, I'm sure I can forgive you~ ♥

I'll be keeping the fishies company in the meantime. [And figure out just what is occurring here.]

((ooc: bedtime now but all the tags in the morning!))

[Good morning, Marina. Naoya is seated in a chair, glasses on, a book in his lap. He peers down his glasses a bit at the camera.]

I wonder… how many of you know of Norse mythology? The Norse are a culture in my world, known for fierce warriors. [He knows a few of you that do.] There is an event called Ragnarok in that mythology… which foretells the downfall of their gods.

[He opens the book, though he doesn't look down at it. It's just for show, after all.]

( Cut because it's a bit long. Sorry. )

Now… why do you think a culture would predict an end to their gods? I'm curious as to what you all think.

[Charles is in the education center in the midafternoon, determined to conquer its computers. He just needs someone to come along who knows about them so that he can lift that lovely knowledge right out of their brain. So he's waiting, sitting at one computer, shifting the mouse slowly and marveling at the way it follows his movements.]



((OOC: if you plan to tag, please fill this out? as described above, Charles really has no plans other than the subject of that permission post. tags may be slowed if I don't know your canon. /cough))

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[he's secured a small section of green near the border of sector 3 and sector 4, and he's crouched there with his coat and button-down shirt long tossed over by the side of the road, working in the dirt. he's acquired a decent-sized crop of eggplant sprouts and is planting them carefully; more than a little bit careful because he barely knows what he's doing]

[he's tired after the meeting and after the hassle of the last few days. the last week. the last year. but he can't just shut it out or turn his brain off, so -- he'll try this instead]

...I don't even like eggplant. [to himself]

[well, he'll be here for the second half of the day, if you want to stumble across him]

[Itachi leaps from the roof of one building to another, keeping a quiet pace, shifting in and out of the shadows easily as he moves. He is not moving quickly, as speed can make one's eyes less diligent, but he will not be easily noticed.

It's the late shift again, and to be honest, he prefers it. Walking through the sectors late at night, listening to whatever might break the silence. He's more than capable of giving enough attention to outside world and his own thoughts at the same time, and thus the quiet solitude of the night is beneficial to him.

Usually. Perhaps he would prefer the distraction tonight, when thoughts do little more than annoy him with their uselessness. Such as thoughts about Kisame and his strange presence--someone from his future who knows is past. Someone who knows far too much.

A distraction may be suitable for the occasion.]

[Voice]

Can one truly be incapable of intentionally killing a friend under any circumstances?

[ 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. ))

[His morning had been a less than amusing one. From the new freaks in the prison to Wright stealing his communicator--more like confiscating it, as if he were a child--well, Miles had had enough. You can find him in the coffee shop now, his features sour. At least this place served tea. It was decent enough. Occasionally, he'll take slow, savoring sips, but he's in a pretty foul mood. That's what happens when he doesn't get enough sleep. Approach at your own risk!]

[When the video feed turns on, it shows a teenage boy. He seems to be fine, despite finding himself in an unfamiliar environment. Of course, that's just on the surface.]

So this is prison? Ahahah... [It’s a nervous laugh, an attempt to calm his nerves.] I guess I can understand why, when I think about it. But it’s still feel rather surreal to me...

So, uh, hi! I’m Atsuro Kihara, I’m from Tokyo and, as you probably can tell already, I’m new around here. I already read the welcoming material, which is a great help. But...

[A slight pause, before he continued.] I’m wondering, but is there anyone here that knows me from Tokyo? If you guys are here...let me know, okay?

...I read that we're replaced by a version of ourselves from another world in the brochure. Won't anyone notice that version's absence from their world? Or is their world's time just...stopped while they're taking our places?