[The video comes up on a beautifully composed woman. She's not panicked, incensed or desperate. She's wearing a slate blue, silk gown and her dark hair is all around her shoulders. When she speaks it is articulate and cool]

I'd like to speak to the Warden, please. Barring that, the highest member of any functioning government will do.

[ooc: I am heading to the pool in a few minutes but I will be iphone having and slow tag having]

(( OOC: It’s a mystery game! You join Sherlock in one of his former cases, which he is reliving and has conveniently forgotten the details of. The storyline can be influenced by your character, or you can just be along for the ride/social aspect!

It is assumed that you will be Sherlock’s assistant, but minor roles are open for villains who wish to join in. Please PM/IM if the villain role is your intention and I will see if I can’t fit you in. Interested? Read on! Everyone should realize I’m very wordy by now.

The ‘Semi-Open’ case is first come, first serve. If you see someone replying to that case, PM me to see if you can’t be worked in as well. ))


( Premise and Warnings )


( Case One - Closed )



( Case Two - Closed )
( Case Three - Closed )
( Case Four - Semi-Open )

[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!

[After watering her tree and having breakfast, Nakama sets out for the clothing store. She's managed to pull together decent outfits for the past couple of days, but there's no denying that her wardrobe is mostly jeans and plain t-shirts, and that just doesn't cut it for her anymore. As self-conscious and reluctant to stand out as she is, she just feels like a girl with a boyfriend should try a little harder.

It never occurs to her, of course, that Ushiro apparently had no problem with her dressing like that when he fell for her.

Anyway, she's there at the dress rack, flipping aimlessly through sundresses with a frown on her face. Why are so many of them tank-top style? She doesn't like showing that much skin...]

[Around noon - video intended to be both voice and private, double-fail.]

[Nakama accidentally hits the video button instead of voice, and when her face appears, it's badly bruised and cut. The worst of the bruising is around her eye and throat.]

Ushiro... could you feed Miko for me today? I dunno when I'll be home.

((ooc: all those who wanted to make over Nakama, step right up! Nena thread will be retconned to be last chronologically.))

[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]

[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]

Good evening, Marina Asylum.

Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.

( Marina's Criminal Survey )

[ 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! ))

[Uncharacteristically, Lacus appears with her hair pulled back with a kerchief, a smudge of dust on one cheek. Her usual smile, however, is beaming away.]

Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you're having a good day.

I just wanted to tell everyone that Acumen has installed a new section to the Education Center. [She shifts the camera around, to what is clearly a workshop. Those from worlds with cars will clearly recognize four tires in a stack to one side. The rest of the floor is covered with neatly organized pieces of a classic car that is entirely dismantled.]

Dean, I hope we can have fun putting this together! Anyone who wants to learn about cars can observe the progress too, of course.

[The camera refocuses on her smiling face.] And I'm pleased to let everyone know that Neil and the haros and I have been working hard, and the church should open the day after tomorrow. If anyone has any additional suggestions for denominations that should be represented, please do contact me.

[It's raining and Lelouch is being a homebody, staying indoors and playing chess with himself idly. He's been thinking about this next move for quite some time, and it seems like now is as good a time as any... He flips on the communicator, relaxing and smiling into the video.]


You know, I was just thinking. Who else made secret codes or hand gestures as children? Like a phrase that sounded innocent but meant "Let's go meet outside," or a gesture that meant "Check up on that for me."

Maybe I'm the only one who thought in such complicated terms as an eight-year-old. [chuckling] But it was fun knowing that only we would understand.


[Acumen can hear them over the network, and possibly records the content of everything it translates through video. But unspoken hand gestures and phrases that don't mean what they sound like they mean are much more difficult to uncover in surveillance, aren't they?]

--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!))

Excuse me, but...what exactly is this?

[Arianna's holding up a small but odd-looking little bag. Those in the know might catch on that it's actually a gris-gris charm.]

If this is an attempt to mark a claim on a house, I'd advise writing a note instead. Or was I misinformed and only certain kinds of people are allowed to live in each of the sectors? [This is all said politely in case she's jumping to conclusions, but it's obvious she isn't pleased.]

Good morning boys and girls! We do hope you've slept well! [because they haven't slept at all.] We have a proposition for you, hmm? [Have a large, eerily grinning face in your video, Marina!]

How many of you more rambunctious sorts would be interested in a fight club? An all out brawl between yourself and another! Everyone gets a turn! The only rules are no disabling injuries, and when someone surrenders, you back off!

We're still working out the kinks, but for now, we'd like to just gather a headcount! Don't all pipe up at once! There'll be plenty of action for everyone! [they laugh]

[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]

Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.

[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]

Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.

This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.

... You won't like me when I'm whining.

[First, you hear some music. The screen's black at first, but as the track builds up a tacky visual collage launches -- disco balls, champagne bottles popping, dancing silhouettes, followed by a text that burst into the screen with animated stars and confetti:

( pardon the large text & sparkles~ )

The camera then turns 180º to Gabriel against the backdrop of the Education Center. With a spin of the chair he was sitting on, and with a snap to the music's beat, he (and the chair) are now in the Club's dance floor.

With a hop, a heel-spin and slide to the middle of the dance floor, he greets the network with much gusto --]

Good day to you, Marina!!

I'm your new neighbor -- got here a few days ago -- aaaand what do you say to having a little get together at the Club? There'll be music...

[Slides over the bar and plucks a ready martini from a bot--] Drinks! ...

[-- sashays on over back to the dance floor in front of the stage.] Singing and dancing!

So come one, come all! We'll be here all day, all night!


( OOC )

[It was early, but that was fine. Ashura had had trouble sleeping anyways. He was usually not scared of the dark, but in the recent days he had been plagued by memories. In the darkness he had seen those things made real, at least to his mind. It made for not much sleep and stress, though he hid it well enough, he thought.

And the best way to work through stress? Just that - work through it.

So he was at the beach, the waters licking at his bare feet, his sword in hand. It had cost him to summon it, with Acumen's restrictions being what they were (or, well, they were Sentience's originally, but Acumen had not seen fit to change them), but that was fine. He needed it. Maybe being bone weary would make sleep possible - tolerable.

Licking his lips, tasting the false salt in the spray of water, he raised his blade and began the dance of death he had danced so many times before, so many nights, though they had not been as dark as the one last night. His blade arched like a rainbow through the air, his limbs thrusting and kicking in balance with the blade, an assault of deadly beauty. Everything was liquid, and yet precise, his breathing even and calm to counter the swift movements.

And then his eyes glowed, the pupils a cat-like slit, and fire burst to life, tracing lines through the air from his blade, his fingers, his very will. They swirled and snapped like dragons, cracking like whips as they ate the air, hissing as they beat against the water. Rage, pain, frustration, his own fears - it came out in those flames, everything until there was nothing left and he stood amidst a circle of kicked up sand, sweating and struggling to keep his calm breathing.]


[ooc: poke him in the action or in the voice. your choice]

When does the sewing club meet? I know we have one, but I haven't managed to go yet!

[Xion's in Sector 4, playing fetch with Mars. She is a whole year old now, so she's pretty excited! Not even rolling blackouts can bother her.]

[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!

[Timid, shifting from hoof to hoof, a yellow pegasus with a beautiful pink mane looks nervous, fearful even, as she hides behind a rock, peeking out on occasion. The network device is sitting off to the side and slanted, as though obviously taken off. Shaking from head to hoof, you’d imagine that she’s cold, but the temperature outside isn’t bad. Voice trembling, it’s so quiet and faint that you have to struggle even just to hear it.]

Oh my a...a prison. Um...t-there must be a terrible mistake. You see...I don’t do very well with scary things, and criminals sound exceedingly frightening...

[Glancing around, swallowing thickly and voice lowering if ponally possible into a near squeak.]

Twilight Sparkle...? Rainbow Dash? This...i-isn’t a prank, is it _{Pinkie Pie...?}

[Today Arianna's attempting to get her things together, such as clothing and other basic necessities. She's ditched the cloak but is still going around in the dress she arrived in. Her first stop is the Defense Force headquarters, though...she's not sure how bad this place gets but at home people could always use a healer. And really, she needs something familiar to anchor herself and something to do to keep her mind occupied.]

[Once that's over, it's time to go shopping!]


((ooc: feel free to run into Arianna anywhere in Sector 1 (including DF headquarters), Sector 5, and the shelter!))

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. ♥)

[He's found a place to sit on the beach where he doesn't have to touch the sand, a cup of tea in his hand as he watches the waves of the ocean. The dolphins in particular have caught his attention. He wonders if there are fish in the water, or if they're merely fed. One way or another, they're just as trapped as the people here.]

So this is where we'll live out the rest of our days. Ironic how benevolent our warden seems to be with our lifestyles, considering. [some prison.]

[He takes a mild sip of his tea. It's weak, and he doesn't care much for it, but he'll settle for just about anything right now. The dark circles under his eyes and the haggard, worn state of his appearance suggests that he hasn't slept much at all. Too busy reviewing trial tapes, most likely. He's feeling rather despondent about the whole thing.]

Would you do it all over again, if you could? [absently]