[VOICE.]
Tell me, how often do people disappear? Have the numbers shown any increase over time?

[ACTION.]
[Asch has been pacing back and forth going for a walk in Sector 6 for the better part of a half hour, regarding strangers in silence and eying bots warily as they pass him by. On the one hand, he'd like nothing better than to give them (the bots) a piece of his mind, while on the other he realizes the futility of the situation. Better stuck in a cage with room to move than to be stuck in a cage and weighted to the spot.]

[Looks like he's doing absolutely nothing? Well, that's not entirely the case. He's been watching for who goes in and out of the training hall and waiting for a time when the building's largely vacant. After all, what he's about to attempt is pretty stupid dangerous.]

[OOC: Open to all. And maybe slightly backdated to afternoon/early evening?]

[ Diva turns on the feed, covers bunched around her waist and hair disheveled. No worries. She's dressed. She just liked the warmth of her covers. Pressing her cheek against a sword sheath, she nearly purrs ]

It seems someone lost their sword. It wouldn't happen to be yours would it? You really shouldn't leave things lying around. Someone might just take it.

((ooc: Conrad stole Saya's sword while at the prom in order to make amends with Diva. She's clearly trolling Saya, but feel free to claim the weapon as yours or even recognize it and demand she give it back to Saya. Pretty much anything goes! ))

[Rose is sitting on a park bench in Sector 4. She's got a big cardboard tray filled with chips next to her and she's poking at them with a bit of a puzzled look on her face.]

Anyone ever notice the chips are a bit off? Not by a lot. Just...somethin' missin' besides bein' wrapped in yesterdays post.

Upon entering Sector 4, the very large tent that stands framed by the beach is quickly noticeable. Closer, one can see colors dancing upon the white sheets, like opalesque spires under the moving onyx sky. As you enter one of the wings of the tents, grass give way to wooden flooring, and chains of white blossoms and gold ribbons line the sides. The open dance floor in the center bids one to look up to whimsical white-gold lamps, balls of light dancing in seas of violet, blue, green and pink organza. The fabrics fall down pillars adorned with leaves and flowers. Tables set in white and gold with jewel toned flowers sit at the four wings surrounding the dance floor.

... but it is far too early to take a seat. Smile and greet your fellow attendee, take the hand of a friend, and dance to the music.



There are large tables with finger foods and punch (not spiked -- save it for the after-party!), and very little space near the walls (sorry, wallflowers! You won't get away so easily. ♥ )  After a large number of people are gathered together, Jeanne stands up on the small stage set to the side of the dance floor and taps on the microphone to get everyone's attention...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!

[Backdated to mid afternoon]

[Video / Filtered to Tamaki Suoh]

Ah, hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden, but I was hoping you might be able to help me with something. Alto asked me to the prom, and I'm not sure what to do to get ready. Usually I have people to help me with this stuff. Um, you seem like you'd be good with stuff like that... [She trails off, looking a little embarrassed.]

I'd really appreciate any assistance! Thank you for your time.

[/Filter]

[A little bit after her message to Tamaki, Ranka makes her way to Sector Five, aiming to go to the store. She has a lot on her mind, however, so she's a little distracted. Wrong turn get! It takes another block or two for her to realize she's not in the right place before she gives a sigh. This is what she gets for not paying attention. On goes the communicator.]

[Video / Open | Action for those in Sector Five]

It's not as bad here as I thought it might be. I mean, it still takes some adjusting and I miss my friends a lot, but it could be worse. There are some really nice people here, too. [She lets out a little hum.]

I have a question for anyone who'd want to answer. I've been wondering about the different worlds and, I want to know what people did back home. What was your job or hobby? Can you still do it here? I apologize if this is out of the blue. A little conversation is something I'd like right now.

[Come distract her as she attempts to find her way around.]

[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?

[If you happen to be out and about this fine day, you might happen to see a rather odd sight: one (1) small red dragon, about a foot tall, a set of oversized binoculars clutched in his small claws. He might be lying on a tree branch, or lurking on that street corner, or perhaps even peering out at you from behind those bushes.

His mission?

Be Howard Link Find and locate one (1) Allen Walker, and proceed to follow his movements for the rest of the day, possibly even the rest of the week. Why? Because Cross bullied harassed blackmailed told him to.

Feel free to catch him as he roams across the dome. Mushu's never been a very good spy, and his bright coloring makes him stand out rather obviously.]

((ooc: he'll be at this all day, so feel free to bump into him at any time of the day and any location!))

[There's a new arrival in Marina today. A ponytailed redhead in a long orange coat, she's currently seated by a bench and taking a leisurely smoke at the Pet Cafe.

...

Somehow, the black cats specifically are all circling her. One with sharp golden eyes is sat up next to her on the bench while she scratches it behind the ears. It looks quite happy... And two others are resting by her feet.

Hey, it just happened, but for those who are elsewhere, the communicator's video'll click on shortly too.]

Not what I had in mind when I wanted to move, but this place is rather considerate for a prison. I don't think that I'll be staying long, so how's living here for the detained, for those interested to share anecdotes?

[Cue a small lord appearing on the feed. He's holding the communicator out and staring into it. His appearance is disheveled and his tie is clearly tied wrong. His eyepatch is practically falling off. He dressed himself this fine morning.

Also, he's pissed.]

Sebastian is not here. [There is no question about it. His butler isn't in the dome.] Your "system" has clearly glitched. Not only has my butler disappeared, but the day has advanced. What is the meaning of this? I want answers.

[There's a shift, and apparently he's crossed his legs. If you listen closely, you might hear the smallest of growls. He's hungry, but he's far too proud to say it. Not to mention his head is literally pounding... Great, his demon is missing, he's hungry and his head hurts. This is clearly an off day.]

Now.

( She thinks she only dreamt that her family was murdered. )

[When her voice comes through the communicator, it's quieter than anyone will have heard from her before.]

Michael? Michael, where are you?

[a tentative pause, but he doesn't answer quickly enough. her voice steadily gets both louder and more hysterical.]

I had a bad dream. Michael? [taking panicked, shallow breaths.] Johann, Michael answer me! I need you!

[rising to a screech.]

You can't just leave me here!

((canon update! will answer tagbacks properly later, sorry! ♥))

[ Working dispatch was just as tedious as he had expected it to be. It was also just as informative. But working twelve hour shifts still made it difficult to keep the kinks out of his back. Lingering after his shift just long enough to nod to the morning staff and clean up his dishes, Hei will be making his way to Sector 5 for some breakfast at the café before heading home for a few hours of rest. You can’t sleep on an empty stomach after all. It just growls all night day long. ]

[Inside the pet cafe, the many pets there are frolicking about doing their own thing as usual, but there is actually a very stunning sight(for those who know her) to be beheld there; several of the species clustered and clamoring around one Ryougi Shiki who is shockingly and without warning in their midst.

Really, she hadn't spared much thought for the place, until today when a very pink, very flowery kitty thing had hopped up near a window while she passed by, and caught her attention. And she was doomed.

So that's how she ended up fully inside the place now, and kneeling down on the floor, dutifully making sure to give generous pettings to every little animal that demands it from her, right down to the rappig and some fluffball with a tail thing that are milling about her as well]

...You guys look more like stuffed animals than real ones...

[Not that there's anything wrong with that she loves stuffed animals!]


[[ooc: as always I'll be slow getting to tags please don't hate me]]

[Tear's been awake and listening to the network for some moments before speaking up herself, piecing the current situation together while sorting out the meshed memories of where she really was last, the conflicting recent events of here and home-- home being extremely concerning. Her voice is composed though, if a bit quiet; hard to guess she's trying to push down that lovely headache and general motion sickness feeling]

I believe I can now emphasize with inmates who have the issue of being brought here at the wrong moment. A little more time before having to return would have been appreciated-- as well as a more appropriate place to arrive.

[There are worse places than the beach. Unless one happened to be in the path of the incoming surf before waking up, and then it's not so great] But I suppose I should at least be grateful that it's warm out. The water would be worse in winter weather.

[Getting up sends her head spinning and she has to pause, but dizziness be dammed, she won't be just sitting around in damp uniform all day. So first things first: the clothing store, it's closer than the shelter. And ideally, someone at least half-way trustworthy will respond while she walks, so she can ask for an accurate report of whatever events and get caught up. As she dusts some of the sand off of her, she idly realizes that the Colonel almost doesn't fit that criteria. --If he's even still present]


[[ooc: Catch her at the beach, or on her way to the store if you want action /o/ jsyk I'll be tagging sparingly until later]]

Hello…? I think it works!

Uhm, I’m not sure what to say to all of this, to be honest… It’s a lot to take in all at once. That’s why Miwako waited to use the communicator until she was done crying. I think the first thing to say is “Thank you” to the welcoming committee for the lovely basket~ Miwako wasn’t aware that prisons had welcoming committees, or gave out jelly beans and hand lotion! That’s so considerate~

But you know, I never knew I was a criminal before – I guess most people Miwako knows are criminals, according to all this! I wonder if George is already here... He must be a super criminal, because he’s very popular and bisexual, but also drives a Jaguar! Sally is only a Cub, and Miwako still got arrested. They should have just given me a ticket, though…

In any case, I should introduce myself! My name is Sakurada Miwako~ It’s nice to meet you all, even under these circumstances… Is anyone else from Tokyo here? Maybe we’re neighbors~!

I wonder how many people in Tokyo are actually replacements for criminals, though, and no one knows it… I bet Arashi won’t be very happy with replacement Miwako… Poor Ara…

[ Hei ducked out of the bathing house, washed clean of lingering sand and suntan lotion and blinked, briefly awed by the flashing light of fireflies. He had heard the morning announcement, but the sheer number of them starting to filter into the dome was more then he had bargained for.

Smiling, a little, Hei rubbed a hand through his still damp hair and spoke out loud, not caring who overheard him. ]

Acumen didn't hold back at all, did he.

[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]

[He didn't really start to feel it until he was done with morning training and now -- not uncontrollable, but it is extremely uncomfortable. Just enough to never let him entirely forget. Good thing Conrad's patrols aren't until this evening. But it does beg the question of that to do about it.]

[Blood packs in the shelter are plentiful (if unpalatable), and Diva needn't know. But if he should find someone willing, was that so wrong? -- No, he shouldn't think that way. But once the thought is there...]

[He settles himself down at the edge of the park, shelter elevator in plain view. As are plenty of passersby, which his eyes follow for just a little too long.]

((OOC: hungry vampire is twitchy. It won't be hard to notice that he doesn't seem to be feeling well, but he absolutely will not attack anyone so feel free to sit down for a chat.]

[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))

[Once you set a private channel it's best not to sit there for awhile playing with the buttons as you think about what you want to say. It makes things go all unprivate sometimes.]

Conrad? Can we talk? I mean in person probably. I think it's more of an in person kind of thing.