If anyone would like to join me for dinner, I made too much! [she laughs a little; it has a tendency to happen.] Lloyd won't eat it all, and I'd hate to let it go to waste! I'm in the shelter.

[Cecile has made dinner in the shelter! It looks innocuous enough... And she's made more than enough for one! Would you look some? The smell is a mite strange, but it certainly looks delicious! There's a shrimp pasta, fresh baked bread rolls, and a chocolate cake for dessert!

...of course, the shrimp pasta is filled with strawberry jam and one of the main seasonings is cayenne pepper, the bread has wasabi and soy sauce baked into it, and the chocolate cake has pickled plums strewn casually into the mix.

Eat up!]

( Dangerous thoughts )

Excuse me. Excuse me. Please! I desperately need help! I'm trapped in the Defense Force's jail. [Yes, a jail within the prison!] I must get out! [It tugs at the heart, right? A damsel in distress!]

I have to kill all the Japanese! [Okay, maybe less now, but she isn't quite herself today.]

( OOC )

[Dean's sitting at a bench and table outside the store in Sector 5 and painstakingly putting together a model car. It's not the '67 Impala he knows and loves so well, but hey, it was better then nothing! Grumbling just a bit, as he finishes gluing the back end of a fender onto the model, Dean flicks on his network device.]

[Voice]

So, I can't be the only one sick and tired of walking everywhere. Haven't you people heard of cars or bikes or something? Hell, I'd build my own car if I had the parts!

[ video ON, and Suzaku hesitates for a moment ]

Good morning, everyone. As most of you I think know, I'm Suzaku Kururugi -- and I teach the sex ed classes here. I... well, since Acumen's decision a couple of days ago, I've been wanting to hold a -- special class.

[ tiny pause ] So, today's class will be a little bit more -- practically-oriented. Um. If you don't feel comfortable with that, of course you don't have to come...

[ dissolving into flustered now. ]

--Anyway, everyone's welcome. You don't have to be taking the class normally.

[ tiny pause ] Thank you.


((ooc: Suzaku will be in the classroom, ready to answer any questions, or you can talk to him over the network! ALSO KAREN IS HERE in a special guest teacher capacity. /o/ So she may threadjack? Sound good, baby? ♥ Top thread is for you~))

No, come back.

[How many times has she said those exact words this morning?

Saki follows the wayward robot, watching as it runs away with her books. Down the steps and skirting in front of it to halt its descent--]

Get back inside, I'm not done.

[Yeah, she's resolving to never do this again. The robot spins, metal clanging against her knees just once -- shit, ow! -- before heading back through the doors inside the library.

Muttered,] No, I'm fine, thanks. Stupid piece of shit scrap metal.

[But she'll start to follow it back inside anyway.

Note to self: Robots do not understand sarcasm.]



((OOC: Who has two thumbs and is ridiculous enough to accidentally delete posts? This guy! Sob.))

Good evening, Marina! The sun is about to set and, as promised, tonight's special class is about to begin. [ The lights in the dome flicker on across the streets, in preparation for the impending onset of night. Neil isn't anywhere near the park, as is obvious from his vantage point. The projector cannot be seen in the frame, but there is the sound of something mechanical whirring and winding up not far from him. ] There's no formal lesson tonight, but I hope everyone gathered in the park -- or anywhere you can get a good view of the dome itself -- will still take something away from it.

[ The daylight fades out, and a bright source of light nearby illuminates his face. He's smiling wide as the projection of the desert sun over Africa is displayed on the inside of the glass just above the athletic complex fields in Sector 6. ] We have shown the stars in past lessons from an outside perspective, and it's easy to forget that we can take in the same kind of beauty from the ground with just the naked eye.

[ His own right eye, the fake one, reflects the light as the sky slowly shifts to images of sunsets. Is that a celestial body in the sky? Perhaps it was Venus.

He gives a quick glance over his shoulder. Time to wrap this up. ] I'll let you all enjoy the show, now. Have a good night, everyone! [ And he did mean everyone. With a two-finger salute, and a rather big grin, he ends the feed.

The projection continues on, showing still images throughout the next few hours including, but not limited to:

A solar eclipse seen from Japan.

The moon over the ocean.

And, for the finale, some choice shots of the Aurora Borealis. ]


(OOC: Event-style posting! Come in pairs, alone, tag each other as you like at any point before, during or after the presentation. Plenty of room on the bleachers on the field, and hopefully the mood~ will be suitable for the holiday. Enjoy the show -- romance is optional, but encouraged; feel free to use this as an excuse to get those cross-chocolate dates out of the way~

Neil will not be answering his communicator tonight. ♥)

[It's nerve-wracking, Yuuki has to admit. Of all the days for her to be out and about it has to be the most hectic. Flipping her rich, mahogany, hair out from her spring jacket she walks purposefully, up right and straight. She's determined, regardless of the anxious feeling lingering within the pit of her stomach.

If she's going to convince anyone to attend this meeting and prove that it is worth their time without becoming alarmed, then she has to be able to present herself. Really, she's not sure the best way to go about it but this isn't about her. It's about everyone. The only way she knows how to move forward is to be up front and direct and tell the individuals face to face in person. Otherwise she isn't going to gain a favorable outcome or gain any support for an idea that has the potential to help others if it's executed correctly. Regardless, though, she's sure it isn't easy. Funny how now of all times she misses her blonde haired companion It's times like this he would be stuck to her side in the absence of her brother. It's bitterly true, what they say. She's learned over and over again that you never really know what you have until it's gone.

She closes her eyes and gives a small shake of her head. He's back home, though, and that's all that matters. More importantly, she has her mission. With each step forward she watches and listens attentively; sensing for the presence of others. Usually it's something she cares little about, but not today. She hopes everyone is home. With the arrival of all the new inmates she's sure her day is going to be that much busier. It's to her advantage, though, she thinks wryly with a faint grin, that her audience only consists of individuals like her.

After all, the most likely place to find a vampire during the day is at home.

Approaching the residence nearest her she stops before the door. Raising a small fist, she finally knocks.]

(OOC: Yuuki is visiting the vampire residences! If you want your vampire character to go to or be aware of the meeting coming up please post in here! It's perfectly fine to hear her out or slam the door in her face. Others are free to come across her while wandering around all of Marina. ^^)

[ on his way to Saki's place, a bag with a pair of pants and a shirt and a few volumes of the newer Encyclopedia Britannica slung over his shoulder. listening to all the newcomers over the communicator as he walks from Sector 3 to Sector 5, taking in names and speech patterns and the sounds of their voices. newbie day is always interesting. ]



((ooc: Thread with Saki is closed, but he can be intercepted before or after!))

Please tell me this is a dream. Please. I need to wake up and be in my own bed. Or anywhere but here. I don't care how real this feels, it's messed up. Really, really messed up.

[Yosuke's trying to get his bearings on the situation, but really, he’s just looking around him and getting frustrated. Denial is very serious business, after all.]

What the hell kind of crimes are these supposed to be, anyway?! HELL NO! I've never-! None of this is making any sense, dammit! [Just thinking about it seems to get him worked up, but after a minute, he calms back down to a frustrated panic.]

Ugh, "whoever's" doing this… very funny. I don't even know how I got here, and I'm really supposed to believe all this? Man, this dream sucks. What a nightmare.

[He lets out a sigh.] Fine. If I have to play along with this... other people are supposed to be able to hear this, right? Well, I’m kind of looking for someone. Well, a couple of "someones," actually. If I got stuck with something like this, they can’t be far behind, right? Uh, just let me know, okay?

Come on, self. Wakeupwakeupwakeup...

[ hey there Marina; have a quick shot of the artificial sky, some trees, and then an amused-looking face floating into view. some of you may -- uh -- recognize Kanda's costume from the ball! ]

Guess I owe someone a thank-you for the cookies. They really helped soften the whole "in prison for the rest of your life" blow.

[ why doesn't he really look or sound like it's a huge blow? well... ] Can anybody tell me more about this other version of me, the one that's supposedly back home even as we speak? That'd be great.

[This guy looks pretty uncertain. He looks like he's about to speak, but clamps his mouth shut. Then he puts a finger up, looks like he is about to say something -- with conviction! -- but sighs instead. With a lopsided little smile, he looks at the camera in earnest.]

I'm about to have uh... a strange little request here.

[He enunciates every word. He really means business.]

Can someone please say, "April Fools!"? Or maybe, "You're on Candid Camera!" or even, you know, wear a sideways baseball cap and rush me with a camera crew and say, "You just got punked"?

...

Please?

[Heavy sigh, as his face takes on a look that's more peeved than earnest.]

Barring that, I'm looking for a guy named Dean. Man, we need to talk about your car.
 

I'm in prison, then... [Souji sounds annoyed and frustrated, and just a little anxious.] This is-- I guess I can see why someone thinks I belong here, but--

[An abrupt silence ensues. Souji takes in a slow breath and lets it out in a controlled sigh. When he speaks, he sound considerably calmer.] Other people can hear this message, right? I'm Souji Seta, and I just got here. I'm trying to find out if any of my friends are here -- their names are Yosuke, Chie, Yukiko, Kanji, Naoto, Rise, Teddie...

[Souji trails off and maintains silence for another moment before speaking.] Well, I can describe them if anyone recognizes those names. It'd take a while to list all their features.

[There's another brief silence from Souji before he speaks again.] Is there anyone from Inaba here? I hope not but... if you're from the town I want to get in touch with you.

( Ramble under here. )

[Naoya, walking unsteadily with alcohol on his breath, wanders down to the beach, carrying a bag with him. He sits down, and starts digging a hole in the sand. He pulls out some branches he collected from the park and sticks them in there, and then pulls out some books from his bag.]

[They're bibles, and there's three of them, covered in notes. He starts ripping out the pages and tossing them in the pit he's building, before pulling out a rock and a dull kitchen knife. He strikes the rock with the knife, trying to make a spark, and finally manages it, setting the paper aflame.]

[He sits back and watches the words burn, before curling up in the sand next to the pit.]

Good afternoon, everyone. [Lacus smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear as the breeze rustles through it.] For anyone I have yet to meet, my name is Lacus Clyne. [she was a little collared when all the new arrivals came.]

As a part of a service project for Acumen, Neil [who you might see standing nearby] and I were tasked with creating something that would benefit the inmates. We have chosen to establish a multi-denominational religious and spiritual sanctuary -- some worlds may call it a church. [the camera pans out to show a large building behind her, not exactly in tip-top shape.] As you can see, it needs some work. Hopefully the project will be completed in time for an Easter celebration, which last year was held in the park.

We wish to represent as many spiritual ideologies as possible as well as customs from as many of our home worlds as possible. It would be wonderful if anyone interested could let us know their thoughts and ideas. We have the chance to build it nearly from scratch, so as much diversity as possible can be incorporated.

Thank you all for your time. [wave!]

[ quite late in the morning, a redheaded lump slooooowly emerges from its cocoon and wanders toward the bathroom. very thirsty, very head-poundy. very much trying to avoid light so is also walking around with his visible eye closed.

... just going to stick his whole head under the cold tap in the bathroom sink. and stay there for a little while. and pray to whatever deity might actually exist that Lincoln doesn't start barking. ]




((ooc: Household post! Feel free to tag in, event-style, if your character has an inclination to come visit Lavi or Allen or has a different reason for being there. :D))

I guess here when you don't see someone for three days, they're gone for good, right? No point in looking.

[Does she sound tired or sad? That's just your imagination.

A beat, then:]

Sorry, but can someone take my DF shift today?

["No point," she says, but she looks anyway. Find her anywhere public, chances are she'll peek her head in just for a few minutes. The only exception is the arcade, where she stops just short of the doors and walks away.

Eventually, she'll pop into the defense force building and check the dispatch board. Just not... yet.]

[OOC: SPAM MESSAGE HAS NO TRACE OF IZAYA'S HANDLE/NAME 8). Feel free, DF or otherwise, to respond to his lollerskates time/Itachi's SHAME or JUST IGNORE. AHHAHA AND BECAUSE I'M FAIL AND DIDN'T CLARIFY: Izaya messed with the computers in the education center and got them to send an email to everyone's communicators. THANKS MOD D8 ♥]

SENDER: Uchiha Itachi

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[Nervousness stirred deep within her stomach, a sickening feeling that rose bile to the back of her throat as she lingered outside the doorway to Saki's residence. A hand floated, frozen before the wooden frame. Poised to knock, Yuuki hesitated, uncertain momentarily about her resolve in coming. She hadn't contacted her ahead of time to alert her, instead it had taken all her courage just to muster up the strength to come here now. She wasn't sure that Saki would even respond to a message she attempted to send her way. The situation as a whole was still upsetting. With a glance down at the bunny in her bag, as well as the cookies in the other, it was only behind these two things that she'd felt comfortable enough (after all, who could resist an adorable bunny and sweets), in coming.

There isn't any sense in chickening out now.

Tonight and the next couple of days she expected would be busy. The new arrival of both Kain and Ruka reminded her that people can come just as quickly as they disappear. If she couldn't get the opportunity to apologize, she knew she would regret it later.

I need to for Zero, too... The thought was sad, and brought an entirely different set of anxiousness and nausea with it. For now, she just had to take one step at a time.

Inhaling, she took a deep breath, chest rising. Tentative at first, she finally brought a balled fist down to gently rap on the door.]

[Voice - Forward dated slightly to mid/late evening]

How do you people do this all the time? There's nothing here but a bunch of dots and squiggly lines and a location marker next to your name. You'd think Acumen would have something a bit more sophisticated like video surveillance. Now that might actually make this interesting.

[Yep! Someone's finally cracked after a few days of late night dispatch duty...]

=morning=
[Allen's in the hospital, badgering the robots for medication so that his stupid Master can not get an infection and not die. he's not looking so great after a night without sleep, and his clothes are rumpled from the night's chaos. you might run into him there]


=evening=
[andddd later in the day he has thankfully gotten a nap, showered and changed, and collected his dog. he figures Lavi hasn't eaten, and he's still not home, so he actually brings some food to the library and Lavi... isn't anywhere. puzzled, he decides that the solution is ~*~trolling~*~, and turns on his communicator]


((ooc: you can run into him however you like; if you need to send him a message for some reason, you can do that here too!))