[There’s just sniffles at first, as a little girl tries to reconcile over 600 hours in her world with several days in interdimensional prison. She wishes the six hundred hours were just a dream, but her wrist is broken and splinted, which can only mean…

Suddenly, the whole prison gets to hear heartbroken wailing.]

Equiuuuuus! [It’s the only comprehensible word amongst the sobs.]

[[OOC: OH YEAH spoilers up the wazoo for Homestuck]]

[ Closed ]
[ Early in the morning, Terezi had found Gamzee wandering around. Looks like it was time for him to find the kiosk and talk to Acumen, but he was nowhere near on course to get there. What's a troll to do? ] Come on, it's this way! Stop getting distracted~

[ Open | Late Afternoon ]
[ A while after handing off her package for PM to mail to a certain ~someone~, Terezi wandered the Sector 4 gardens. The air wasn't as cold and crisp anymore, which meant the scent of flowers and plants lingered heavily in the air. Soon there would be the clutter of humidity and dust in the air, so she had to take these leisurely strolls when she had the chance to do so undisturbed.

Would she remain alone, though?

She stops, crouching to lean down toward a plaque; one that she takes several good, solid licks of. Why did she not notice this before? ] "Special Administrative Zone", huh~?

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Alucard: a letter from Sasha.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone who knows Nakama: cards from Nakama.
  
• To Fai, Alucard, and Saya: small packages from Jeanne.
  
• To Yuuki, Hikaru, Sakura and TB!Subaru: small packages from Kamui an anonymous individual!
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Vriska: a package from Terezi.
  
• Wayward Vagabond: a package from Nakama.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Nunnally & Alma

[It's another day with PM walking purposefully on her route--and today, PM is wearing Nakama's badge declaring her a member of the postal service, as if she isn't easily recognizable to all by now. But Nakama had also made some for the other volunteers, and as the postmaster, PM must set an example and wear her badge proudly! With tomorrow expected to be a busy day, she hopes that the new uniforms will also make their stunning debut. Combining accessory and outfit, no one can mistake their unified purpose: the secure delivery of mail and the identification of those trustworthy men and women serving the cause.]

[It's all very exciting, and more than a little touching.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 105 go here!]

Jegus fuck.

I keep watching these days rolling right the fuck by and hoping they get marginally less of a fucking migraine, but nope. They've still pretty much got my bulge in a vice and slowly cranking up the pressure. Seriously, what the fuck did you douchebags even do?

[This is the sound of Karkat kicking something and heaving a sigh.]

By the way, Serket, if you even think about pulling that again I will personally punch your face so hard it'll turn into a seedflap.

Not that that'll make much difference considering the amount of shit you spew normally, but it'd be so, so fucking satisfying.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Jeanne: a letter from Hikaru.
  
• Ciaphas Cain: a letter from Eridan.
  
• Cecile: a letter from Sasha.
  
• Sakura: a card from Sasha.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Zero Kiryuu: more porn.
  
• Karkat: a package from Vriska.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Subaru = Kaien

[Another day, another satisfying mail route! Nothing too special about today, except for her intention to go to the store and gather up chocolate-making supplies. And maybe some boxed chocolates, just in case.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 104 go here!]

[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

MESSAGE: Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Heiwajima. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Cut. Mother's wish. Strong people. I want to love strong people. I love them so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Cut. Shizuo.

[Saguru can clearly be seen on screen in his normal suit, with two buckets behind him and a mysterious cooler next to him. Given there's some food ingredients next to the buckets, like vanilla, some people might jump to a logical conclusion that someone is making ice cream. They would be correct. He's clearly in the shelter common room!]

If anyone else is interested, I'm making homemade ice cream after it was pointed out to me that this area is sorely lacking in such. I'm prepared to make vanilla, but if anyone has any other preferences, just head over with whatever flavourings you'd like, some ice and two buckets.

Kamui, head over whenever you feel like it; it's a little tiresome on the arms to do it alone.

[ Let it never be said that Terezi did nothing for her fellow trolls. Even if she's starting to second-guess this brilliant plan of hers:

1) Knock a drug-addled Vriska out.
2) Have a robot carry her limp body to the Shelter.
3) Dump her -- sans clothes -- into a slime-filled recuperacoon.
4) Camp out for the night...

The spiderbitch would prooooobably throw a pained and panicked FIT the instant she woke up, and... while that's not much of a stretch, it would be somewhat of an improvement over her making a complete ass out of herself on camera. Not that Terezi cared, but it was Gogdamn painful to watch that go down last night. Good thing she's such a bleeding heart and stepped in, right?

For now, Terezi was content to sit there and watch the opening to the 'coon, ready to POPCORN.GIF the incoming tantrum.

Literally. She's sitting there with a tub of popcorn. Butter and cheese with hot sauce, if you're curious. ]

(ooc: I should probably include a warning for language, violence, and naked alien slime-wrestling, huh?)

[HELLO MARINA, it is night time and we hope you're sleeping well. It's been such a quiet night, hasn't it? Well, maybe not quiet, but it could certainly be louder than it is right now!

No? Well that's too bad.

Vriska has the video feed on this time, even if it's just black at first. That's because her headset is in her hair as she tries to turn it around to where it's supposed to be on her face. This takes about five minutes, interrupted every minute or so with a small fit of giggles.

There we go! The feed is now situated properly on her now. There is a light coming from the side (looks like someone replaced her lamp) that illuminates half of her.

Does she look a bit... uncharacteristically giddy to you?]

Okay... Okay, so. Thissssssss is really, really important. Okay? Okay.

[Pauses for a good 15 seconds, trying so hard... not to laugh.]

My arms... My arms are noodles!

[And then she breaks out giggling again. Oh dear.]



[As of this thread Vriska is now unable to respond to any more responses. ♥]

[ooc; TL;DR vriska dislocated her ankle and the hospital bots gave her medication to deal with the pain. she's just a little loopy and frighteningly excited about nothing in particular.]

Hmmmmmmmm~? What is this, a joke? [A sharp and high pitched laugh.] And here I was thinking small- but really this is all so much bigger!

A biiiiiiiig joke.

[Something hits the wall with a ‘thud’ in the background.]

Do you honestly~ think this will stop me? What a laugh! You can’t hold down Vriska fucking Serket down for long, no way! [A snide ‘hmpf’, a sneer evident in her tone.]

But… I’ll humor you for now. Why not make this enjoyable, yessssssss~? Where would the fun be if I didn’t make you regret ever thinking you could change me?

[Another ‘thud’ against the wall.]

So let’s get this started. Who else has the misfortune of being stuck here with me?

[The viewscreen is eclipsed by a giant, amber orb of some kind, with a perfectly round black dot in the center. It is perfectly still, and there is a light gleam across its polished surface.

It might almost seem like a glitch, in fact. A rogue transmission, or a video function triggered accidentally. And you might almost close out of the video, except-- after a handful of seconds, it jerks and shifts minutely, and the black dot expands and contracts, and settles again.

And then you realize you are staring and being stared at by a large yellow eye.

After a second, a sliver of grey flesh appears in the viewscreen, and creeps up underneath the yellow eyeball, sliding over the bottom half of it. It will take you a second to realize that this is in fact the result of Gamzee Makara's very large grin that you cannot see, making his eyes squinch up.

He very well may have activated the video function by accident. But as it stands, he is still eyeball-to-screen with his new gadget, and probably freaking out all recipients of his unwitting message.

There is one sound, though. It is muffled because of the proximity of his face to his screen.]

Whoooaaa.

Well. [ the strains of a voice which is evidently more high-pitched than it usually would be, between each word the hints of a controlled and well-thought out panic ] Er, yes. Well! Acumen.

[ A deep breath and suddenly: a million words, though slow and practiced ]

Whilst I can’t totally contradict the crimes you have charged me, I can point out a number of flaws in your "argument", mostly regarding your definition of "known criminal".

Furthermore, rather, [ gaining confidence, and with it, gaining speed ] the argument here is that I am not under your jurisdiction and, thus, not someone you are allowed to imprison, nor do you have the right to confiscate my belongings- and when [ peppered with anger ] has it ever been morally just to kidnap and imprison someone without a fair trial during a ministry-implemented exam period!

This is a complete breach of rights and as an [ almost-silent snort ] authority figure, I would have thought your priorities would be  imprisoning real criminals- of which there are a fair few skulking about, I'm sure you know - and not just people who- who, who had to- who were morally obliged to smuggle a stupid-. Well.

At any rate, [ through thin lips, and finally her steam begins to escape her ] I look forward to proving my innocence officially.

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[video]

-=whoever is watching is met with a pair of gold eyes that seem to be roving independently from each other, the left one nearly rolls all the way up into his head=-

...Hee?

-=then they both snap to the front, focused at least for a moment on the device as he jabs randomly at the screen=-

It's on!

-=comes another voice and a second face presses up against the cheek of the first, identical save for his hair and makeup=-

This piece of shit better work! HEY!! You assholes listening!?

Yeah! You're in trouble now! Heehee!!

-=and it perfect unison=-

WE, JASDEVI, HAVE BEEN WRONGFULLY ACCUSED! OUR BRILLIANT REPUTATION HAS BEEN TARNISHED FOREVER!

You better let us go now, heee!

Or this ain't gonna fucking end well!

AND GIVE US BACK OUR GUNS!!!

[Just as evening starts to fall, one of the parks in Sector 4 has been festooned with streamers, bright lights in a variety of colors, a big upraised dais, tables of refreshments, and music. It looks like a perfectly normal party from the outside. Optional masks are provided in little bins beside the dais, but you're responsible for your own costumes...!



...And if you're dressed as a character, the moment you step onto the dais, you will believe yourself to have led that character's life for your whole life. This effect will last until "midnight", in this case Sunday, even if you leave the party.]

[There is a view of a room that looks nearly void of signs of life contained within it. There is a trench coat hanging on one of the walls. If your eyes are extremely sharp you might notice a small pile of adult magazines collecting dust in the corner. Mint condition. Never been opened. Thanks Kaien.

The fact that he feels this is necessary is something that irritates him, but with the arrival these past couple of weeks of new vampires and their obvious disregard for the other inhabitants of the facility, it needs to be done. It doesn't seem like anyone else is going to take the initiative, so it's up to Zero to be the one to do it.

Zero comes into view, sitting on the edge of the bed, expression calm. Yes, he takes this all very seriously. Prepare yourselves, all. This is probably the most any of you have heard come out of his mouth at once.]

Since there is apparently going to be a costume party being held tonight in celebration of the hundredth day, I thought I would take some time to go over some issues happening within the facility lately. This is a matter of safety, so I would prefer if everyone just take a few moments to stop whatever they are doing to listen before going on with your daily lives.

There are nearly a dozen different vampires here in Marina and just about as many worlds that they come from. They are literally beasts in human form and it's likely that each of you know at least one or more and interact with them daily, often not even realizing they are a vampire.

Events such as these, especially costume parties, add another level of anonymity to their lives.

If you find yourself bitten by a vampire, please contact myself or another member of the defense force that is in attendance immediately. This is something that should be done even if you have agreed to be a donor for them and anywhere or anytime within the facility. Each vampire comes from a world a little different and the very act of being bitten can have life changing consequences for anyone who is a victim to their fangs. Some worlds all it takes to change you into a vampire is for them to get their fangs into you. Other worlds it requires you to ingest their blood. Some vampires don't have that power at all.

Before offering yourself to any of them, please research what this commitment will mean for you. If you have questions, comments or just want to discuss options, there are people knowledgeable in the subject within the defense force. Utilize them before doing anything rash. This is never something that should done without research prior.

Any questions?

Acumen's systems tick over to midnight, and somewhere in the depths of the holding facility, dozens of little silver spheres shiver and come to life. They rise up into the air, dangling little bouquets of mistletoe, and hover in waiting for the door to open again. And when it does, they swoop out and work their way into the dome proper, making it out just in time for daybreak.

Now they're scattered all over the dome, Anissina's gifts and Eggman's souvenirs. They're seeking out people to bring together in the holiday spirit...

Whether they like it or not!


[Comment here and other people will comment to you. Details and index here. Please specify your time of day and location in your tag!]

Night was falling, the smell of spices were in the air and Jennifer was busy putting the last finishing touches on all the hard work everyone had done to get the athletic complex decked out and festive.

Walking through the front door, you'll see a table where you can put all your presents on for now with a tree sitting behind it. Don't worry, the bots will make sure no one but Jennifer takes any gifts off the table! There's also a series of volunteers ready and willing to help you out of your coats if you need it, but otherwise, please don't hesitate to shed off a few layers.

It might be a little warm if you don't.

Inside the main entrance, Jennifer's taken care to section off the room into the main dancing area and a stage salvaged from the Valentine's Day auction off to the side for the performances later on. Surrounding the outer edges, are tables and settees salvaged from the Shelter so that those who wish to watch can do so in comfort. Do be careful though. Scented candles are lit on each table to provide a soft light to balance out the harshness of the lights over the dance floor.

And of course there's food. Punch and egg-nog and shrimp and cheese and a myriad of other finger foods. There are cookies decorated with frosting and lemon bars and cranberries and a giant bowl of sugared dates. Marzipan is scattered across the table and a small gingerbread house sits as a centerpiece, but the cake is the main attraction.

But the cake comes with a price. Anyone who wants a piece, must do what it says on the toothpick first. Have fun! And no cheating. Someone might be watching to make sure no one does.

Music is already playing and Jennifer's leaving things up to the host club to make sure people start dancing, because what's sadder then a ball with no dancing? Do make sure to enjoy yourselves. It's why we're all here!

((ooc: The first thread is for the cake game and will list various things you must do. The second is for performers to do their act so we can group reactions together in one spot. And last, mingle, threadjack, and have merry with whatever your characters want to do in the rest of the post!

As an ooc gift meme was suggested instead of actually threading out every gift exchange, we will be doing that instead, but we highly encourage you to still seek out your gift recipients and build CR in the post as you will.

Also, mistletoe can be found neatly tucked inside wreaths at the main entrance to the Athletic complex and also from the cloak room leading into the dance hall. Be nice! Ask permission first.))

ETA: Directory (Edited 12/28 10:30pm/22:30 EST/-05:00 GMT, new marked with ***)

Cake Game: Reply to Cake: Midori - Mistletoe Cake: Road - Dancing Cake: Ryu - Dancing Cake: Otoha - Singing Cake: Wisely - Compliment Cake: Alucard - Dancing Cake: Orihime - Ornament Cake: Hikaru - Mistletoe Cake: Yuuki - Song Cake: Kaworu - Mistletoe Cake: Milly - Dancing Cake: Tyki - Mistletoe Cake: Hiling - Mistletoe/Dancing Performances: Reply to Performance: Naoya Performance: Lacus Performance: Choir Individual: Saki Individual: Ryoji Individual: Peregrine Mendicant Individual: Wolfram Individual: Zelda Group: Kaworu, Hiling or both Individual: Himawari Individual: Feferi Individual: Cain Individual: Jeanne Individual: Ashton Individual: Midori Individual: Cosmo Individual: Fou Individual: Greed Individual: Minako Individual: Eridan Individual: Orihime

Individual: Fran Individual: Allen Individual: Tyki Individual: Chibiusa Individual: Hikaru Individual: Dean Individual: Harry Potter Individual: Wisely Individual: Axel Individual: Kamrui Fuuma Individual: Ushiro Individual: Maleficent Individual: Kaoru Individual: Zelman Individual: Yuuki Individual: Kyouya Individual: Joshua Individual: Yuuri Individual: Sam Individual: Zero Individual: Kitty (aoa) Individual: Juri Individual: Alma Individual: Lavi Individual: Milly Individual: Rinoa Rain of Flowers: Sakura Individual: C.C. Individual: Takashi Jun Individual: Suzaku Individual: Kanda Individual: Jade Individual: Duo Individual: MOMO Individual: Kitty (evo) ***Individual: Ciel

[ Terezi's waiting inside the main lounge of the Tres Magnifique!, idly twirling her blind cane in one hand, while scarfing down cookies with the other. She didn't particularly care about the dough, or the sugar crystals embedded in its surface...

But the round, red, hardened glazing that dotted the center of each piece? Oh yeah, she was aaaaall over that stuff. ]

[Wisely is being creative with markers and paper! He's working on something incredible. Once he's done he'll flick it on video and plaster the image to the screen. How else will Santa see it?!]

( IT'S A MASTERPIECE )

...Maybe I should add some more blood.

((ooc: both Wisely and I have terrible drawing skills so. the scribbled out part says Exorcists and the dead stick figures from left to right is lavi, allen, and kanda. lenalee you are too hard to draw. alma you are too moe.))

[Karkat is glaring quite comfortably at the camera. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, and very perceptive viewers will notice that he is squatting in Terezi’s home. In fact, he’s currently holding one of her possessions - a purple scalefriend. A couple more of the stuffed dragons are strewn around his feet.]

Hey, asshole. Welcome to Karkat’s ‘Romance for Morons’ show. It’s a one-time special event, just. For. You.

[He punctuates each word by stabbing his finger against the camera. He seems to think he has locked this only to Eridan.]

Now, listen the fuck up. This little lint-stuffed bitch - [He hefts up the purple scale friend] - is you. Right, Eridan? He’s going to represent what you should do in a relationship, and also to illustrate how piss-wrong you are at them right now.

Got it? Good.

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