[Roxas is sitting on a fallen palm tree on some beach, leaning forward with his gloved hands resting lightly on the wood. The sun is setting on the open water, just past the lazy town on the mainland off to the side.]

[He is sitting about two inches -- much too close for comfort -- behind a lively brunet boy, the same height, with similar features and blue eyes. They're even sitting in the same position. On the boy's right side is a tall silver-haired boy and on his left is a happy auburn-haired girl.]

[Some of these people may be familiar to you, if you've encountered them while they were in the prison.]

[Roxas sits there on the log for a moment, watching them talk and laugh amongst themselves, enjoying their summer vacation on the island, before his gaze flicks away. He says finally, to no one]

I don't want to do this now.

[It starts to snow]


((ooc: open to everyone, Sora/Kairi/Riku CR encouraged; dreams may shift or contain KH1 scenes unpredictably))

[[Charles]]

[A little boy in an elegant suit is crouching here on the ground, curled in on himself. He is furious -- or crying -- or both. A parade of adults in fancy clothes glide past him, ballgowns and wingtip shoes brushing by, their owners either not noticing or not caring about him. Powerless. In the end he's always -- powerless.

A massive figure finally pauses in front of him, and Lelouch's head jerks up, and he forces himself to his feet. The man towers over his childish height, easily three times his size, maybe more.

"You can't do this!" he shouts desperately. "You can't toy with people's lives! You can't decide for the whole human race!"

The man just shoves him back to the ground.]


[[Suzaku]]

["Why do you always have to make things so difficult?" he tells Suzaku, even though he knows that he's the one who makes things difficult. He's frustrated. "Why do you listen to me? Why do you give in? Why don't you fight for yourself?"

He closes his eyes. "--It wasn't a mistake," he says, finally, and draws a step closer to slip his arms around Suzaku's waist.

"Of course it wasn't," Suzaku agrees, immediately. "I lo--"

Lelouch kisses him, because he hates those words.]


((ooc: Both are open regardless of past CR but for Suzaku please ask me! Tag in at the end after the scene(s) described and we'll play through as far as you like!))

[ has never been one to forgo a cat nap, no matter what time of day it is. when she begins to nod off while playing with Beagle, she kisses his little head and then curls up on Lelouch's bed, perfectly content. ]

[ the one-room house is small, but cozy and well-kept. it seems even smaller because of the dozen or so people milling about, their attentions centered on the bed in the corner by the window. a handful of adults mind the children -- who keep running up to the bed and grasp at the hands of the old woman in it; they call her Oma and hand her flowers that look like they've been pulled from the meadow outside, dirt still clinging to the bottoms. the old woman just smiles and accepts them, curling wrinkled fingers around them.

a few of the adults have dark hair and gold-colored eyes, though others appear totally ordinary. one little boy has green hair and blue eyes. all different color combinations, but they all faintly resemble the old woman. she seems familiar to you, too, despite her wrinkles and pure-white hair; her unremarkable forehead. and as you look around, you notice a few things that seem out of place -- a plush toy in a corner, faded and well-loved. you might remember it being bright orange, last time you saw it. there's a smell of pizza being made on a stone over the kitchen fire, though no one here looks worldly at all. an aged beagle dozes at the foot of the bed, undisturbed by the children who occasionaly play with his ears.

eventually, she notices you -- and smiles, her eyes filling with happy tears. she reaches out a frail hand for you, and the adults shoo the children away to make room by her bedside. ]

((OOC: Open to castmates and any current CR! She will recognize you and be happy to see you maybe she's senile, if you didn't have that good of a relationship in Marina.))

[ Endless, endless snow as far as the eye can see. The cold is biting, bone-penetrating, intense enough to make you ache. The world around you is barren, like a frozen desert, and the snow is driving. As you walk forward, your footsteps disappear behind you, but you can keep pressing forward and you might see a figure in the distance.

Jade is on his knees here, dressed in his usual attire except for the gloves. He digs in the snow with his bare hands -- slowly, determinedly. His fingers are bright red and raw from the cold.

Scattered on the snow around him are intricate formulae, written in the fonic notation; don't expect to understand them. Even if you spoke the language, these dream calculations are muddled and nonsensical to everyone except the man who drew them painstakingly in the snow. ]


((ooc: Open! Come one, come all.))

[Her smile is a little -- different today. Efforts have been made to cover it, makeup for the discoloration and a sweep of her bangs, but it doesn't take much observation to see that Lacus has a few injuries to her face.]

Good evening. I'm wondering if anyone might have an extra bed, or space on the floor, for a night or two? [a smile that verges on sheepish] I'm not certain I should go home looking like this.

[Voice | Private to Neil]
Neil? I believe I'll be needed to cover the night shift at headquarters for a few nights.


((OOC: Please give a girl a place to dreamhop crash! Thread leading up to this is still unresolved, so I'm being intentionally vague about her exact injuries but I had to get this post to get out of the way before the event! Neko, if you want corrections made to this please give me a poke <3 ))

Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.

[The video shows the beach, where Aqua is standing across from Roxas, watching patiently. He says] --Okay. I'm ready now.

Alright. Do it just like we practiced.

[He straightens his back. He's holding Oathkeeper in one hand and he braces himself, tossing the keyblade up into the air. It spins in the air and when it reaches the height of its arc it transforms, seemingly effortlessly, into a strange flat shape. Roxas leaps into the air and lands on it, righting himself -- balancing as if he's on a skateboard or a surfboard.]

[Aqua looks surprised for a minute, but recovers quickly.]

That's perfect!

I can glide! [to the communicator, gleefully] Are you seeing this?! [swaying a little deliberately on the keyblade glider, making it move]



((ooc: Video can be for either of them and may be threadjacked! Aqua was also down at the beach, doing a little carving, before Roxas got there. Feel free to go find her there in an [action] tag!))

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

[Orihime is in the playground in Sector 4, idling on a swing in a kimono top and leggings, rocking back and forth a little and spinning in a slow circle. Edward is chilling on the swing next to her.]

[She's supposed to meet Sasha here so they can do some baking together back at her house, but she rather likes this place. The empty playground sort of suits her mood at the moment.]

[Still, her voice is unfailingly energetic when she asks,]


What kind of ice cream would everyone want to be in a real ice cream parlor? I know we can get ice cream in containers at the store and everything, but we need a 31 Flavors or something so you can actually go and get all sorts of ice cream treats and where the ice cream is made fresh every day~

So what kind of ice cream would you want? And what other treats? I'll get a list together and then I'll ask Acumen for it so he can see how many people want ice cream!

[Kitten in your face, Marina.]

No, leave that alone.

[And now that kitten is rolled over on its back, eyeing you - yes, you - from Anya's kitchen counter. Does the distant sound of sizzling food over the stove make him nervous? Not one bit.

From Anya, to the feed:]

His name is Dagonet. [And now the feed cuts! Goodbye.]

[ Hello, Marina! How do you like your newcomers and how they are panicking or the whatnot? Well, how about a change? You may have a man who is just standing around, looking so calm in Sector Four- the park to be exact.

He seems rather interested in his surroundings but at this moment, he is very fascinated by the little headset he's been given. ]

This is just a brilliant device. A headset with video and voice functions to communicate over? A few years late behind everyone, but, ohhh, what will they think of next? Though the design can be a bit better-- well, I've seen worse-- well, it's not that bad-- well, yeah, it's a bit bad. They can do better with the colour.

[ He taps on the screen before remembering that, oh, he needs to be asking something! ]

But anyhow, hello! Yes, if anyone is listening to this, I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you all.

Right now, I'm in a bit of a predicament such as waking up in a new area-- "one-point-six-zero-nine kilometres beneath the surface of the Eloquois Ocean" if Acumanny here is telling the truth. This isn't the first time something like this has happened but still quite unpleasant though I do admit that this is a lovely welcome so far except that whole list of crimes bit.

[ Nope, he hasn't done some of those-- well, a bit but he's not going to say anything on the matter. ]

A basket filled with a few gifts and a brochure is a nice touch, but who have thought that pears are any good? Honestly, pears should be completely out of this welcome basket. [ He doesn't even pick up them from the basket he's holding. Ew. ] Really should have gone with something like a banana. Always remember to have a banana on you. Bananas are good. They're high in potassium.

[ He pauses for a second-- just a slight second. ]

--Oh right, where was I? Ah, yes, a predicament.

So! Has anyone seen a human named Donna? British, ginger, has a bit of a sassy attitude and can be quite loud if in the mood. Or in that matter, has anyone also seen a big blue police box? Got the words 'POLICE' on the top, made out wood? Both are pretty important and I'm in a bit of a hurry here. I'm sure both can take quite good care of themselves though one will be louder than the other in voicing herself.

[ Has he suggested that a police box is a living thing? Yes, he has. He quite likes his TARDIS, thank you. Now, he'll just look around while waiting for an answer. So much to see, so little time when it comes to without a TARDIS. ]


(( OOC: Ah, um, apologizes but tags will be gotten back to slowly at the moment! I am deeply sorry for this and I do hope that no one minds backtagging or slow tags! ))

[ it's been -- honestly, a really nice day. he's heading home a little bit late, still smeared in color, although the rain did a pretty nice job of washing that off.

he also has a single small water balloon under his arm, with one intended target: a certain young man who did such a good job of avoiding the day's festivities. ]


((ooc: mainly intended for housemates (and Lelouchs) but you can totally snag Suzaku's arm on his way home and tease him for walking through the rain with a doofy smile on his face if you wanna ♥))

[a breathy laugh; the video is slightly shaky, as Fuuma makes the last adjustments to his little campsite on the rooftop of a building in Sector 3. he's set up a tarp so his things don't get wetter than they already are. there's a sleeping bag, and a lamp, and a small plastic chest of drawers containing various knickknacks and a change of clothes, etc. that glimpse doesn't linger for long, though, as he redirects it back to himself. he's a little wet, but still cheerful]

Have to say that I missed the part where the warden said it was going to rain tonight. Not good, considering...!

[considering the fact that he obviously is living here on this rooftop]

At least real rain is a nice change from what I'm used to. Does this happen often?

[Look, Marina. It's a very close view of the pet cafe floor. And a set of ginger paws swinging in and out of the frame and -

Wait, what?

There's a hushed, almost conspiratorial mewl, and then a very dusty darkness.

With it, a far away voice:]

Please give that back.

[Anya Alstreim, Knight of Six, has been outmaneuvered by a cat.]

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[Care to hear some piano, Marina?

It's a quick paced piece, light and almost toying. A practiced musical ear could hear the slight stumbles Marianne makes at the beginning before getting into the rhythm of it, continuing to end without a hitch.]

Thank you, whoever left the sheet music lying around. [Her tone is light, wandering -- easily not Anya's at all.]

I've been quite out of practice.

[For a moment, Marianne's grateful for that PDA. It's kept the girl's hands and fingers well coordinated.]

[ In the late afternoon, and stretching on until evening, the arcade has been taken over! Decorations have been hung, with a few tables set up with a pair of huge birthday cakes, other finger-foods, and drinks. Odds are, if you're close to Neil, you received an invitation to this party -- even if he has to come and drag you there, himself! (It would include friends of Lyle but, well, he kind of didn't talk to his brother about this. Whoops!)

For else that stops by, well... it will be hard to miss the ruckus, especially once guests arrive. Above the entryway to the bowling lanes a banner that simply reads:

♣ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! ♣

It shouldn't be too hard to figure out why it's there, or who it's for, so come on in~ ]

(OOC: Here is a link to the invitations from yesterday! Party-crashers and guests welcome. Event style posting! Threads might be from either Lockon, with one closed thread as an exception.)

[The confusion is written all over the young man’s face as he reads the message flickering across the screen. Is it magic? It must be... A quick scan of the area tells him that the Sages and the princess are nowhere to be found. The last thing he can remember is Ganon being sealed away, and at last, it all being over...]

...Zelda? ...Navi?

[The silence is a little bitter, and the battered Hero takes a seat with a weary sort of sigh. He’s tired, and he doesn’t know what to think... but so long as everyone is safe, he can take a moment to breathe. Whatever comes next, he’ll handle it. He doesn’t realize that he’s somehow managed to turn the video on, and anyone looking will see he’s bruised and beaten.]

[It doesn’t take him terribly long to notice the basket, and he reaches out to pull it closer before he notices the chain around his ankle. He pauses like that for a moment, fingers outstretched apprehensively.]

[Have a confused derp!hero]

[Did you know that you can do pop quizzes in a physical education class? Cain is certainly glad to prove it. Today, everyone will be drilled on everything they've practiced and learned so far until they're sweaty, lightly bruised, and/or tired.]

[Newer students will be given a much easier test than the ones who have been around since day one of the class, and those just joining today will be tested on their existing skills.]

[Before and after, Cain is his usual pleasant self, willing to chat people up and offer friendly advice. But during class, he'll be absolutely no-nonsense about working his students to see how much they've learned.]

((OOC: And yes, threadjacks where appropriate are alright!))

[The distant sound of rustling, the length of her dress flapping around her knees as she shifts; getting a closer look at the stone slab.]

Who's Anita?

[Click.]