[ There they were.

The words Touma dislikes hearing the most first thing in the mornings; especially on mornings where he has yet to be awake and have coffee first.

"...more inmates will be integrated into the facility."

Yeah, he knows, Acumen. He is aware of the "disruption". ]

Okay, Marina newcomers, listen up. There are two questions that come up a lot, and I can answer both for you right away.

Number one: if you're hungry, you can walk toward the center of the dome. You can't miss it, there's a damn clock tower there. You find your way down into the Shelter and-- [ With more directions here. ] --you'll end up in the kitchen. There are robots there. They will make you food. All kinds of food, too. It's not the best, but there's no use complaining.

Number two! If you're just itching to yell at the warden, you can find a little booth nearby just for that. Just punch up "kiosk" on your headset -- don't ask me how, it's in your guides -- and follow the directions. Lodge all your complaints and questions about how everything here is unfair and you don't deserve to be here, yadda yadda.

[ Believe it or not, he actually thinks he's being quite helpful, despite his disinterested tone. Finally, he sighs, and the volume fades as he pulls the headset away from his ear before he shuts it off. ] Ahh, whatever. I'm going back to bed. G'luck...

[ Click goes the feed. But he's only gone for a moment before he's back, and more irritated. ]

Oh! And the wise-asses who submitted those fake roommate applications? Real helpful, you guys. Classy work.

[ Click; for reals this time. ]

[The video begins almost completely dark, only a few slivers of light shining through as the sound of splashing water is heard. There's a quiet grunt as the darkness lifts--shown to be blue fingers covering the camera--and Kisame's head and shoulders come into view as he hoists himself up onto the observation deck. The view spins dizzyingly from his communicator tumbling away, knocked aside as he clambers up the rest of the way; he's soaking wet and dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, hair hanging in dripping, drooping spikes around his face, but he looks quite pleased with himself in spite of the bedraggled state.

The camera is sprayed with water as he gives himself a brisk, dog-like shake, but even through the distortion, he can be seen--sideways though the view now is--drying his face and hands on a towel left near the rest of his clothes, and the massive bandage-wrapped length of his sword. (And yes, it is a sword, even if it doesn't look like one. It looks more like a club than anything else, topped off with a long skull-pommeled hilt. At a good six feet long and a foot or two wide, the weapon is probably larger and heavier than most people.) He scoots further away to bend over a paper--some sort of map, from the looks of it--and start drawing, expression set in concentration, muttering to himself on occasion and grabbing for a ruler.]

That ought to do it.....

So rain, was it...

[Her voice trailing off. Not exactly sounding too impressed by that fact as she swirls a spoon playfully around in a large cup of milk before letting it go, only to watch the utensil continue to circle until it all but stops. At that point, she removes it with a twirl.]

... in a facility that is beneath the surface of the ocean.

[Yellow eyes flicker toward the communicator. She lets that hang there for a moment as she takes a sip of her drink.]

And no one finds this out of the ordinary. While the lack of shackle is much appreciated, I think I'd prefer open skies to leaky domes...

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[ On one of the pews near the front of the open church, two figures sat. One, dark-haired in a trench coat, sitting straight and contemplatinve, while the other, lighter-haired in a rumpled jacket leaned his head on the other's shoulder.

Or perhaps they're just looking around, going about their own ways, looking at the stained glass and watching those who come and go... ]



(( OOC: Joint post for Castiel and Gabriel! The thread between them is closed, but do tag in and just say which angel you'd like to talk to! ))

[a shot of a bunch of papers with lots of lines scribbled over it. the perceptive may notice the horrible handwriting at the top, and the nicer, more even handwriting at the bottom]

I'm curious. [sweeps the papers aside and the camera trains itself on Kon's interested face] How good are the medical facilities here? I'm betting that it's a lot more advanced from what I had back home, but how advanced is it exactly?

[pause] Also, who do I have to talk to again about teaching a class at the Academy? [he doesn't have the pamphlet at hand with him to check]

[There's the sound of fumbling, then a couple swears, then Gilbert's angry face appears on the screen. He doesn't remember falling asleep here, and... he is not pleased! He has so many things to do and people to watch...]

Hey. Send me back to where I came from! I obviously don't belong here! [The chain on his foot rattles as he lunges forward to yell into the communicator, the cigarette he so gracefully talks around almost falls out. Almost.]

This better not be some kind of joke! [And he's fumbling for his guns, which he just can't find.] Where are my weapons?!

Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Children of all ages! Gather round, one and all! The Fight Club is finally underway! [Their double-edged voice quivers here with barely restrained anticipation, and after they dig their claws deep into their palms, they'll begin again.]

We're so sorry to have kept you waiting, but no longer! Come on down to the arena! Sit back, relax--but most importantly, do enjoy the show! It's going to be a night you'll never forget! [They laugh hard and long here, unrestrained glee crackling through their tone before the connection is cut.]

[Won't you join them?]

((OOC: Each character will be announced into the ring through Gabriel, the lovely referee! He's on hiatus right now, so just assume it happens. <3))

[Schuldig was bored. The past few days had proven unrewarding and he was anxious for some amusement. He had waited until night had fallen and he is waiting... waiting in the dark for someone to pass by. At the moment, he didn't care who it was; he just wanted something amusing to do.

He had chosen a quiet section. He didn't particularly care about getting caught, but he wanted to make it as hard as possible for that to happen. It was always more fun when it was harder to get caught. Now, to wait for someone to come by]

[when the feed opens up, you won't immediately see the speaker-- just a map of the dome, with a new locaton circled in green highlighter.]

Acumen gave me a coffee shop. It's here. [a chewed nail taps the highlighter circle.]

If you like coffee, you should come. I make good stuff. Open to everyone. Ponies and other animals, too.

If you guys can have coffee.




[[ooc: there is a mingling post here, so feel free to head over there for coffee! dani will field any questions, give blank looks to sizes that aren't small/medium/large, and enjoy good coffee. tags will be slow for awhile, going to the beach!]]

You've all heard the news by now, haven't you? Our precious arena is finally complete! [Their mood has been brightened substantially with this knowledge, and they're leering expectantly into the video.]

This means the Fight Club will be starting so very soon... You all do have your paperwork filled out, hm? Maybe if you bribe us, we'll let you in, anyway! Really, we can't think of what else we'd need to say, so! Questions? Concerns? Anymore contenders?

((OOC: Thanks to our lovely Ava-mun, we now have a Fight Club Rules and Sign Ups! page!))

[Lightly] If Acumen's going to arrest people based on crimes like these then it may as well arrest the entire planet. I suppose you can't really blame it though, since the person at fault should be the programmer. [Anyone foolish enough to make such mistakes should really look to another field.] Anyone can make mistakes.

If it's alright, I'd be happy to help look over the program. If not, then that's fine also. Bad things might happen with such a program in charge, but I have a tendency to worry too much. [Cheerfully]

My name's Ami Mizuno. I hope to become good friends with you all, no matter how crowded it gets. [♥]

[the feed opens in a short brunette girl chewing a jelly bean, identifiable by the fact that she still has some in her hand. her other hand appears to be holding the camera-- or fidgeting with it, more accurately, as she balances it on... something. probably the welcome basket, given that everything from inside the basket is currently piled haphazardly next to her, food items in her lap.]

Hi. [no smile, just an idle look at the communicator camera for a second. she's not really a morning person on the best of days.] Marina Asylum, right? I'm Dani. [a small wave.] Thanks for the basket. Pretty welcoming, for a prison. I figured there'd be more... prison sort of things. Bars and orange uniforms and a lack of privacy. Not cookies.

[she pauses for a second at that, looking contemplative.] The cookies were delicious, by the way. Thanks to whoever made them.

Anyway, I guess I'm new here and not leaving anytime soon, so... I'd better get settled in. Any tips?

[You're standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. Or maybe you're stepping into a small town diner. Or maybe you just rented a hotel room that hasn't been refurbished since the 70s—nice room dividers though. Wherever you are, you have the feeling you're being watched. Don't worry though. It's just Sam. Tall, friendly, puppy dog eyed Sam.]

[Right?]


( OOC: Contains spoilers for seasons 4-5 )

( one: life sentence )


( two: normal people )

[It was rather strange. Normally he didn't feel tired until well into the night, after the network had gotten pretty quiet. But tonight Fuuma felt like he was going to fall asleep standing before dinner. Maybe... just a nap. He didn't bother with heading over to the bedroom, he'd just crash on the sofa. It was too early in the evening to actually bother getting completely ready for bed. And it was just a nap.]

( Dream.A )

( Dream.B )


((OOC: First dream is completely open, but please tell me here if you plan to tag in. I've got final projects to finish this weekend, so I don't want a flood of people, and I might be kind of slow. Second dream is closed to Kamui, Kamui, and Subaru. But if you really want in it, bug me and I will see what I think. For the second dream, most replies will come from the account foundastray!))

[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.]

[Ava is at the ramen stand, and she's got to say it's not as bad as she thought. College students have a skewed perspective on what real ramen tastes like, she guesses.

But it's still not enough.]

I could go for a greasy double bacon cheeseburger with a side of salty fries. Why is it there's a pizza place and a noodlebar, but no burger joints?

I say we lodge a formal complaint.

So we're all from different worlds, I get that much.

But ya can't tell me that I'm the only one unlucky enough to come from a world full of Cape-types! [And then she laughs. Probably leaving you to wonder if she's serious or not.]


[Action]

[If you happen to wander into the bar this afternoon, you'll find Zinda, sitting alone and looking mildly agitated, drumming her fingers on the table. Well, that's an unusual sight. She's normally talking someone's ear off!

Dare you approach her?]

Hey! Who out there wants to come on down to the club—[ slaps Sam's hand out of the way ]— and give Sam a lap dance, huh? It ain't a birthday without a—

[ the video shakes as Sam snatches it out of Dean's hand, ending abruptly in a disconnect. Well, guess you'll just have to come on down and wish the boy a happy birthday yourselves. Or convince Sam to give Dean back his communicator :| ]

((ooc: Event style. Threadjack, talk among yourselves, already be at the club... Whatever. Go for it!))