[Fou: reporting for duty and ready to give a detailed report on the state of the shelter defense security system! Or, well, that's what she had planned to do when she stopped by in the afternoon and found Suzaku half asleep at his desk. So whose bright idea was it to pretend to be the head of the DF while the real one slept upstairs?

Uh-huh, that's right. It was Fou's.

djksal WHAT HAD SHE DONE?! But it was too late now so she'll just be sitting back, doodling cat faces all over the paperwork sorting through the reports and hoping no one bothered to stop by.

Because how awkward would that be?]

((ooc: to the muns, please don't enter these threads with the intent of revealing Fou as Fou! This is just for fun and internal Fou flailing and everything divulged here will be passed on to the real Suzaku, never fear. Also, fouzaku will be making most of the comments to conserve on icon space. Approved by the mods.))

To all you folks making fun with the paint. Dry yourselves off before heading to the bar. I don't need the seats dyed a million shades of color.

[Yeah, someone's not to happy with the mess he's left to clean-up.]

((ooc: Meant to post this Thursday but work killed me. Action available to anyone who just wants to play in the bar too.))

[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?

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 news, everyone! It's time for the first baseball practice of the season!

I hope that wasn't too loud.

Anyway, I, um, kind of misplaced the roster, but if you played before or if you want to play you should just come to the baseball field and we'll get started. Even if you've never played before...or heard of it. [Which breaks his heart by the way.]

Really, everyone. Yes, even you, Josh. Wherever you've been hiding. [Yuuri doesn't realize he's gone yet since it isn't that uncommon for him to disappear for a few days, but he has noticed that maybe he's been kind of...missing him. Maybe a lot. And maybe he's not the only one he misses.] You too, Midori. You're the manager. I don't know if I mentioned that before. I probably should have asked Suzaku if today was good for him too...

[Private:] Subaru, I hope that he will be alright now. I never wanted for things to turn out that way, I just wanted him to have something to devote himself to. So I hope that now he will be able to find it, even if I had to come here in order for that to happen.

If this is what it takes to protect Subaru I’ll do it, I just hope that he doesn’t feel lonely and remembers how to smile. And that he takes better care of himself since I won’t be around to make sure he eats, or to layout his outfits anymore. [/private]

If this place is really a prison, why wouldn’t they have locked up Sei-chan too, he’s committed a lot more crimes than I have. . . or will I suppose. [Hakuto laughs for a moment]

And this place really seems more like a resort, who would have thought they would have ever been able to build a place under the ocean? Not to mention to have a robot running it, I mean how is it going to know what a girl like me needs.

It really is nice though to not have to worry about money and have everything that I need provided for me. Now if only it worked that way in Tokyo, I could really have a lot of fun~ I wonder what kind of clothing they have here, or if there’s a fabric shop so I could make my own outfits.

Don’t worry about me Subaru, I’ll be alright and I’m sorry that I had to leave like that.

Restrained? CHAIN GANG?!? This is no way to treat a girl! Chain gangs are only for violent men who do terrible things and deserve to be locked up! SUBARU!

If anyone here knew Karen Kasumi, I don't think she's here anymore. [So many disappearances today...]

I'd appreciate it if anyone in the Defense force could confirm that.

Seishirou!

WHERE IS HE?!




((ooc: Putting this up now or I won't get to until laaaate. ;; Will be slowish to tag.))

[ he's out after the meeting, alone, pent up with anger he knows Subaru disapproves of but he can't help it. he wants to break something. a tree or a building. of course, he can't do that here. further restraint would keep him from protecting Subaru. killing Seishirou is the only real trouble he wants to get into. he doesn't care what happens after that.

so... there is someone he wants to find.

the trouble is, he has no idea where to find him. since he's never actually wanted to deal with him before. ]

I am so bored. Someone come down to the bar and get me some drinks! [stuff tastes way better when someone else gets it for you. she briefly looks away to the side where there just might be a few broken glasses on the floor, but let's ignore that!

looks back to the camera and gi~ggles~] You know what? I bet I could drink anyone here under the table. Come on, try me!
[V-sign! 5ft tall 17 year old girl > you. search your soul and you know this to be true]

[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!

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. ♥)

[video on to a familiar/unfamiliar face! he is smiling pretty cheerfully. if you know Fuuma, you know this guy. if you're one of the first inmates, you might know this guy! and if you're from TRC-- well]


Has anyone seen a sentient flying carpet around here? I think I got distracted for a minute, and it must've wandered off.

We were just getting to be friends!