[ Who cares that it's mid-day and he already had a helping of lunch and then some. He was hungry! So, sneaking back into the house, he's just going to help himself to a little bit of this, and a little bit of that and...

Sticking his head in the fridge, Dean rooted around the shelves for the mustard. You can't make a Bumstead sandwich without mustard! ]

[Backdated to Late Morning]

( It's My Party )

[Video | Filtered from the Order, except Allen and Lenalee]

[Alma is grinning into the screen, but he also looks a bit embarrassed.]

So it's getting a lot warmer around here. That means it's summer right? Or almost. June! Which is what is important. [He laughs and scratches the back of his head.]

June is a very important month. My best friend is born in June so his birthday should be around now and that means my birthday was a while ago, but neither of us have ever gotten to celebrate a birthday together. Which sucks. But today we will! Because I'm throwing a birthday party for him--us--tonight at the hall in the Education Center.

But I don't know all of Yu's friends here, so anybody who wants to say happy birthday to Yu Kanda should really come! There will be cake, food, drinks, balloons, and maybe even a singing-game like at the club! [The karaoke machine, he has it. He just has to figure out how to get it to work.]

So if you want to come celebrate our birthdays, show up before six o'clock! Just don't tell Yu. I really want to surprise him. And Yu doesn't like gifts, so don't worry about it unless you really want to!

[And with a happy grin he cuts it off and moves on to his next call.]

[Private to Yu]

Hey, Yu... Are you busy today?

{OOC: I will be putting in a [Video] thread where anyone who wants to respond to the video post can. Otherwise you can respond with [Before] or [Party] to let people know when you get there? Feel free to be brought by the friend of a friend, crash, and mingle all you like!}

[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]

[After waking up in his old room to find all of his clothing gone (it was about all he'd amassed in the room), Kaworu ventures outside in the t-shirt and sweatpants he slept in. He's immediately struck by two things: a) sweatpants are very uncomfortable in this heat, and b) what the hell, it's hot out.

After finding himself a change of clothes - now just a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jeans - he wanders around a bit before finding himself on the roof of the Defense Force HQ trying to puzzle this all out. There are new buildings, new faces, and the weather's changed completely. But he doesn't feel like any time has passed, so he couldn't have been lost, could he? Surely he'd remember.

Finally, he slides to the edge of the roof and dangles his legs over, turning on his communicator and smiling placidly at the population. Remember this face, Marina?]

Things certainly change quickly here, don't they? Just yesterday I needed a jacket and scarf, and now it's summer again. At least it's more like home.

[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 )

[Ugh. Today has been a long day of grading papers and trying not to think of certain things from his world. The lanterns last night made him too thoughtful… he needs some rest.]

( Dream 1 - The Farm )

( Dream 2 - The War )

[[ooc; Yeah I cut out the dress dream because I can't brain fluff/crack that well lately. These dreams are semi-open, for those that Naoya has mid-to-decent CR with. Not sure if your character qualifies, or have a good idea for why your character could be in one of these? Drop me a line here, on Plurk, or on AIM.]]

[ 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.))

( Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Should I Break You Before You Fall? )

{OOC: This is Alma's world. The mirrors will show each person a part of themselves, whether it be one they know or one they've never seen before. Feel free to do damage to the room! Alma sure is. Event-style threadjacking is allowed as long as permission was asked for first, and your character does not see what other characters see in the mirrors or pools unless the player(s) say so. Also be warned: Violent and disturbing content is possible in these threads.}

[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.

[Alma is really excited for this, to the point he can't keep still. So he's pacing outside the theater, randomly trying to lean against the wall or the bench nearby. He had barely been able to sleep last night and had woken up early in anticipation. It's been so long since he's seen the sky. Castiel should be there any minute and then they can enjoy it together.]

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!))

[ 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 )

[Anyone walking through the park will see Road sitting cross-legged on the floor, cutting open a blood pack. There's a large sheet of white construction paper on the floor, already spattered with blood. She drops the scissors carelessly onto the paper, before dipping her fingers into the packet. She frowns and flicks the blood off her fingers, getting spots on her blue dress.]

I hate it when it's cold. Blood's best when it's warm. [She pulls a little put-upon sigh, before returning to her art.]

[the best art ♥]

Ouchhhh...

[Rubbing her nose, eyes watery, the camera flickers on to reveal Kobato, looking confused. Or rather, more confused than usual. From what is visible beneath her hands, her nose and forehead looks a little red, and she a little dazed as she stands before what appears to be an empty doorway.]

I- I think there must be something wrong. I know sometimes I run into things. But... I never expected to run into air!

[Unsteady, she teeters a little on her feet.]

( OOC )

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, angel! Hark a newly awakened angel's song flying to your ears~]

Ca~~~s?

♪~ Caaaa~~~~~~ss! ~♪

C'mere, I need to talk to you.

[Lying down under a tree in the park, some magazine on gardening and landscaping flopped over his face.]
 

[ why yes, it is late. there's the smallest pause, and then in an almost genial tone: ]

I suppose a party would be in poor taste, at this point. Ah, well. And after all that time I'd spent working out the time difference.

[ if you'd like to wander by, he's actually standing in the doorway to Tear's room in the shelter. just, you know. gazing in at the room where she lived morbidly. ]

I think there's something in the fucking water in this place. My head is pounding like a cheap prostitute-- and before you fucking smart asses assume it's a hangover, it isn't.

[pause for a few seconds, then continues]

Mm. Here's a riddle. When you kick a shitty ass door and it still won't fall off the cock sucking hinges, where is the machete?