[Zatanna showing up this morning had been a pleasant surprise for one homesick Dick Grayson.

Now that she's gotten settled in, vented some of her feelings, and had a nice long nap, he decided to show her around Marina. The sooner she got used to this weirdness, the better it will be for her in the long run.

So the two of them will be wandering from sector to sector. Which is a prime opportunity to bother them. Or tease them. Or check up on Zatanna. Or ask Robin exactly why he wears sunglasses at night. The possibilities are endless! These two are fans of shenanigans, so watch out!]


[ooc: You'll (obviously) get replies from both of us, unless you specify that you want one over the other!]

[As soon as Tim had contacted her, Steph pretty much ran her butt out to meet him, her attention focused entirely to finding him, or making herself as available as possible to be found by him--whatever kind of damage control would be necessary was making her stomach churn more than she would ever want to admit. There was dread there, but she didn't think that could be helped at this point.

This one went on the fuck up wall of shame as far as she was concerned, and even if she wasn't at fault, there was still a sense of guilt there.]

[Sigh.]

[With at most a general idea of his lurking spots in the dome, it would only take a moment before they would see each other, hopefully to work out this mess. Anyone with a sharp eye or a lucky glance or a good nose (?) is free to catch the girl before or after she manages to find the Boy Wonder, whether you happened to see the particular revelation about her or not. She's certainly in a noticeable state of increasing panic over it, which alone would likely raise some concern.]

[[ooc | first thread with Tim is closed but other action!pokes here are very welcome. With this secret identity compromised, pretty much no one who met Stephanie in and out of costume will be surprised -- but still. Life is hard!]]

[The turn of the cold weather had done a number on Ashura, and the rapid switch back to warming temperatures (not to warm yet, but warm enough), was playing havoc on his sinuses. The end result being he was stricken with something of a nasty head cold. And of course the consequence of this being that he sneezed - a lot.

The throbbing pressure of a sinus head ache made concentrating a bit difficult, which in turn meant that almost every other time he sneeze, especially in a chain, there was a pop (like a firecracker) of a burst of flame around him. It happened now and then when he got sick, even at this age (one never quite grew out of it).

He was out for some light exercise, a walk really, but the sneezes kept coming - and with the, the pops.]

[ooc: he won't be setting anything on fire, unless you want him to accidentally set something of yours on fire. Otherwise the little flare ups are to fast to do much besides make that loud 'pop' sound.]

[Check it out, Marina!! Today there is a very classy (and very tall) alien woman walking through Sector 2.

She has a violin case in her hand, on her way to return it to the education center. She doesn't really have any use for it anymore, since Sentience provided her with her electric one a few days ago. But she's just. too busy being self-absorbed, so it took her awhile to get around to it. Do not judge her!!

Anyway, education center. Good.

Except she gets distracted on her way there by something called a "Pet Cafe," what even. What. Even.

After spending awhile just Staring Stupidly at this building, she turns her communicator on to address everybody. Because seriously, what is this thing..............]

The "Pet Cafe." Explain.

[Hiling is at the arcade, if the background noise from the games didn't make it obvious. She grins as she displays a new addition she just finished installing. The camera pans from the pilot's seat to the control panel to the screen which shows two mobile suits fighting.]

My little project is nearly complete. The simulator's already got data from a few mobile suits including my own, but I want more. Anyone who wants their mobile suit or equivalent added, come see me at the arcade and we'll get that programmed in. Or just come try it out.

[Movement knocks the screen, the entire video shaking as it abruptly begins to record, everything a quick blur, the head piece hanging at awkward angle, as though half removed. Footsteps pound upon the ground, the hurried breathing of one out of breath coming in heavy pants

At last, he's cornered. Petite though she is, her aura is intimidating, drawn up so that despite her size, she seems to loom, a corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin. Fangs visible her tongue flicks out to moisten soft lips. Predator and prey is clear, positions set as the boy stares at the long haired brunette from within his corner. The hungry gaze of the girl unwavering, it remains fixed on him, her foot drawing a step closer toward his person.]

You thought you could run, but you should have known better, Yuuri-kun. [Head tilting, each step forward echoes upon the tiled floor, one foot after the other, pace unhurried.] There's no escape for you now.

[He laughs nervously as he tries pushing back against the unyielding wall.]

Y-Yuuki, aren't you being too serious about this? You can't really be this hungry. ....Right?

[She doesn't seem to pause, however, undeterred.] The chase really worked up my appetite. [One hand gliding to his chest, she gently presses her slender fingers against him, the movement light while her other hand lifts to slowly wind around his neck.]

Once I sink my teeth in, I'm not letting go. So prepare yourself...

[OOC: Yuuki is the purple, while Yuuri is the blue.]

[Gear might be looking a little too smug for his own good, but considering he's been working on this project for weeks and finally finished his upgrades, he's happy with himself. Now all he needs is some test subjects...]

So anyone here ever heard of hard light construct projections? There kind of like solid holograms or pictures that you can touch and move around. They don't last forever, though. I've been tickering with one of my old projects and it turns out the one gym in Sector 6 works great for hard light projections--once you empty out all the other stuff in it. [laugh]

I built a programmable obstacle course projector, but it needs a few people to test it out. Any takers want to help me work out the bugs? You can even design your own course and add fake people to it as part of the obstacles. Make a competition out of it.

[He's a little excited. He hasn't has a lot of people to test his inventions on without Virgil around to use as a guinea pig. He outdid himself today, if he can so say himself.]

{OOC: The projector will be set up in the gym for a good chunk of the day so people can come by whenever. The holograms will look REAL and are touchable as if they are real objects. Gear will be there to explain how it works to them and set it up. Doubles are perfectly welcome if you want to challenge people! Just say so in your header if you're open to threadjacks and mingling.}

[Touma was in the training area of the dojo, his golden bow in hand, working through some movements to fight and defend. He was using the bow much like a staff, shadow fighting with an invisible opponent, and pulling off some complex maneuvers complete with spins and tucks and rolls. It was clear he was trained in fighting as he moved, but it looked like he was working on defensive moves more than offensive moves.

He was getting used to fighting without his armor to protect him.]

[ she'd finally gotten out of her ridiculous restraint, and being a sometimes-obsessive, sometimes single-minded slayer, faith took the opportunity to track angel down. this was not going to be something they did over the network, not with the tone he'd used.

so, when she's assuming he's least expecting (which was hard to tell with angel; just when you think you have the upper hand with him, he's flipping it around) she corners him. leans against the nearest leaning-thing with a smirk on her face. ]

Free as a bird. The old school way, like you all wanted. Gotta say; bathroom use? Way easier.

[ she's trying to be as loose-limbed and carefree as usual -- let that excuse her really weird ice-breaker. she's trying to not act as nervous as she is. something's up, and he had serious voice. not a good combo, in her book. ]

So what's the deal?

[Yomi turns the communicator over and over in her hands before bringing it back to eye-level. She can’t quite figure out how put it back the way she was wearing it initially but she manages to turn it on regardless, beaming as she does so. Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes a bit glassy.]

Heeeeey everyone! [Her voice is a bit higher in pitch than usual. The view dangles high above her head for a moment as she stretches out her arms – presumably just to accent how happy she is to talk to the prison at large, and it takes her a few seconds to remember she needs the communicator to, well. Communicate. Arms back down!] Did everyone go to the game at the club? It was so much fun!

Zelgadis – he’s right over there, look! [The feed suddenly gives a close-up of his face. Presumably she thrust the communicator at him. A man with a face visibly and literally made of stone blinks back at it, confused and a little unimpressed.] He was there too and I was drinking water so he gave me something else and it tasted really good! I had four-- five... four. Zelgadis! [Yelling now, because why not. Yomi’s voice amps down after she’s sure she has attention.] I’m glad you’re my friend.

And I’m grateful for all my other friends, too! [Winning smile. Or, it would be a winning smile if she was sober. At present, it falls a little short.] Like—like Noriyuki. We’re going to be husband and wife one day real soon! If I get out. When I get out. When I get out, I am going to —

[It’s only when she tries to enunciate exactly what is the communicator pulled away from her and turned off.

The last audible thing before the feed is killed is — ]

This isn't the way back to the club...

((OOC: Joint drunk-dialing post! After the I Never game, Yomi is completely and unquestionably smashed, Zelgadis is reasonably sober. Feel free to request a certain character otherwise the threads will likely be Yomi with Zelgadis jumping in if needed/wanted. Action optionable, if you want to catch her stumbling around and him frowning. They are outside, presumably heading very slowly toward the shelter.))

[MOMO was out and about that day, visiting the butterfly pavilion, the koi pond. It might seem strange, as the weather wasn't the most pleasant, but MOMO was enjoying it anyway. Exploring and all that was quite fun, but she also was feeling a little bit cold, despite her higher than normal tolerances for these things. So, at the end of her wanderings, she can be found warming up in the ramen shop with a hot bowl of noodles.]

{OOC: Feel free to catch MOMO out and around in all the park-like places... beach, park, koi pond, memorial park, butterfly pavilion, just out and about exploring and having fun. And, also at the ramen stand if your character's not into cold damp weather.}

----- Voice: Private to Wolfram -----

[ Sasha did not mind the snow, and it only means that she has to break out her heavy cloak again. She had set out towards the Education Center to take a look at the looms that Sentience had brought in for her. She then recalls she promised to teach someone, and calls him up -- ]

Hello, Wolfram? It's Sasha-- do you have a moment?


----- Action: Closed to Kanon -----

[ Cheeks flushed from the slight cold, Sasha hangs up her cloak on the rack, places her gloves on the heater and steps out of her boots. Some tea sounds real good right about now -- or perhaps some hot creamy soup... ]
 

[Michiru had decided to get some inspiration from nature this evening. So she heads out to the koi pond with her violin case. Since no one is there at the moment, she finds a good spot to stand, which just so happens to be on a rock in the middle of the water and starts playing. If someone is observant they might notice she's wearing stilettos and standing on a potential slippery rock.

She's not necessarily playing anything in particular, just what she feels like playing, making mental notes of anything she might want to use again. Even so, she's perfectly aware of everything that's going on around her]

[ greetings, Marina. Hawke again. today she just tosses a wave at the camera. ]

Let it never be said I was good at planning... well, anything... but I came across something that sounded like a bit of harmless fun. Not that it has to stay that way. [ winks ]

It's a charming little drinking game called "I Never". And if at least half of us are passed out on the floor by the time the evening's over, I'll consider it a success. The tavern would have been my first choice, but as it met a rather sad end... shall we say around eight o'clock? In the club?

((OOC: Forward-dated action in the comments! Enjoy!))

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[Anyone who happens to be wandering around out by the Park today may find a certain canine-esque figure curled up under a tree, fast asleep, covered in a light dusting of white powder. Judging by the way he's laying, he kind of just...flopped there, and it wasn't exactly a planned napping session.

Jack Noir's energy has just about been expended on attempting to maintain this form through the ring on his finger (which is conveniently hidden under his body where it can't be snatched). It also appears that he has a rather nasty dog bite wound on the back of his neck that's mostly clotted over in its strange...carapacian fashion. Anyone who can't spot his rising and falling chest might mistake him for dead.

After all, how many times do you see something that's been stabbed straight through the chest actually still be alive?]

[She definitely caught up in sleep, and maybe then some. It actually leaves her a little restless as it's something she's not accustomed to. Wide awake now, however, she's been quietly playing around with her laptop in the living room before the battery was nearly out. And now she sneaks quietly into the bedroom for the charger, where she left it last bedside, casting a glance to her still slumbering bed-mate as she collects it.]

[After practicing making the chocolate parfait (with berries!) yesterday, Atsuro finally feel satisfied with the end result. All that’s left is to go over to Yuuki’s place and surprise her with it.

At least it’s easy to carry the dessert around. The only thing he have to worry is to not drop it and ruin his efforts.

Paying no heed to his haro, he set up a private filter to one Yuuki Kuran.]
Yuuki? This is Atsuro. I’m coming over to your place.

[Why? It’s a surprise for her.]

[Winter isn't over yet, it seems. Lacus pulls her shawl around her shoulders with one hand, using the other to balance her as she kneels in the grass. There's a small pile of dried leaves and uprooted weeds beside her. The memorial gardens are well managed but that hasn't stopped her from pruning a bit. It deserves to be tended even in this weather.]

[Perhaps she should make an addition in honor of Junius 7. She had intended for the church to be a place that symbolized peace, and honored the nearly quarter of a million of her countrymen who perished that day, and those from the other worlds she'd learned about as well. But now...]

[She reaches into the garden to gently pry out another weed with her bare hand.]

[Action]

Okay, so the Air Tech weren't as cool as his Glider, in his humble opinion, but he still liked them. He liked blasting off into the air and floating and then coming down. He was currently riding up as high as he could go, letting himself drift, weightless for a moment, and then coming back down to earth, mostly in the park, but if he could find a quiet spot in the building districts he would use that too so he didn't get in anyone's way.

Except, maybe he cheated at the end when he cast Aerora - a swirling shield of air that kept him from hitting the ground and, you know, made him look kind of cool. He knew he should be practicing his landings, but... the Aerora was cool, okay? It totally made him look heroic.

But, for a moment, he thought of his Glider, and thinking of that -

[Video - Filter to Roxas]

Hey, Roxas, you got a minute?

[He's not out of jail yet, but he did manage to talk Sentience into letting him out for a couple hours to work on his bar during the day. Since someone burned it the fuck down and it lay in ruins. He'll still be herded in at lunch and for the evenings, but for most of the day he'll be found at the former site of the bar The Devil's Compass. You know you want to talk to the caught psychopath torturer as he clears, cleans, tries to figure out how he's putting things back together.

Oh, his poor bar...]