[It's BASEBALL DAY!

The artificial sun is shining. The birds are singing—okay, there aren't any birds, but if there were, they would be singing. And Marina is treated to a very late start to the baseball season. Everyone is welcome to watch and treat themselves to some of the snacks provided: soda, water, hot dogs, chips, cracker jacks, and pretzels!

Yuuri lost track of the fact their announcer was gone, so it is a quiet game this time. Well, almost quiet. There is a fifteen minute debate about an out of Touma's that looks like a home run until the ball ricochets right into an outfielder's glove. With teams like this you never know what can happen.

In the end it is the Purple Dragons who come out victoriously in a landslide defeat of the Flying Knights.]

( OOC )

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.)

[Her restraint has been taken off and Michiru has a whole wardrobe to replace as well as getting her dress for the promenade. Minako had told her about the promenade so she needs a dress. So she has headed to the clothing stores to see what she can find, both for dresses and cosmetics. Feel free to approach her either on her way there or while she is shopping]

[ Thanks to Acumen's intervention, there is now a stage set up in one of the bigger parks in Sector 4. Volunteers and bots are bustling about making sure everything's in place and are helping spectators to their seats. Talents are backstage, making sure their costumes are alright, voices warmed up, instruments properly tuned and strung.

Please make yourselves comfortable, gentlepersons and gentlecreatures, as you all celebrate a night of music and laughter at the Marina Talent Show.

The night is not quite over as refreshments are also provided, and the equipment are still available for use, should you be inspired to pic up the mic for some prose or song, or dance to the lingering music~ ]

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OOC Guidelines :
Tag in with your character with any of the following headers (sample post here) --

[ Performance ] - for performers so as critics and fans can tag with their appreciation.
[ Open Mic ] - optional for non-performers and set after the show; have some poetry reading? Sing a song? Bit of a dance?
[ Audience ] - talking with your seatmate? Keep it down though~
[ Mingling ] - hanging out with others pre- or post-show! Give a friend a pre-show pep-talk! Help out someone who spilled soda on themselves, etc.~

Mingle post! Have fun! And some music for mood~

----- [ Action/Closed ] -----

[ Just less than a day before the Talent Show and right after comes the prom. The invites have been delivered to the Post Office first thing that morning -- that was the first order of the day. The second one was to look for something matching to wear with Hiling.

The third, he was somewhat expecting, but is always a pleasant surprise. He thinks he does owe Jeanne the favor of helping her choose something as well, after him asking her to pick a tie for him... ]


----- [ Voice/Open ] -----

Good day, Marina.

I would like to inquire as to who is now taking care of Trés Magnifique -- the fashion boutique opened by Josak Guerrière, as I will be requesting for a bit of help with regards to clothing alterations.

Thank you most kindly for your time.
 

[ Closed ]
[ The Engineer's prank had been distracting and admittedly overwhelming, and thus Dance Classes were not held as planned. However, there were things to prepare for, and having a word with his twin during this time is quite apt. ]


[ Open ]
[ After dancing, Ribbons decides to take a seat on the bleachers of the Open Field, a sealed container of apple slices atop his lap, and absently watching those who may be there for a game or a jog or whatever else.

He thinks about the people who had come from home, like ghosts from the past coming to haunt him. Is this how the path to repentance looks like? ]


[ Voice/Private to Euphie ]
[ It has been a while since they last spoke -- he barely remembers anymore -- but now that they will be working together for the upcoming Promenade, he opens a call. ]

Good day to you, Euphie. Do you have a few moments to spare?


(( OOC: A wild Ribbons appears! Come snap him out of his reverie? :3c This post can also be for any network calls in the case anyone needs to reach him. ))

[Francis York Morgan lights up a cigarette to try and settle his stomach.]

[After an excruciatingly long time savoring it, he stubs it out and raises two of his fingers to his temple.]

Can you believe it, Zach? An underwater prison! Not that it's much like an American prison. This is like that movie from the 60s... What was it called...? That's right. The Underwater City. I've never seen it, but I've heard it called a classic science fiction film. None of the actors really went on to big starring roles, but they showed up in some pretty popular TV shows. Cameos. We should rent that one when we get back to civilization.

Let's ask the locals about this place. No sense in taking the warden's word for it.

Are you with me, Zach? [He drops his hand to his side and walks in the most unhurried and casual manner possible, keeping an eye out for people to interview.]

[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

[Hiling adds the finishing touches to her stir-fry as she waits for her guest to make an appearance. She briefly considers contacting him on the communicator but decides against it. That would indicate that she cared if Revive showed up. She wears a pastel apron over her post office uniform. Perhaps she should have changed, but she finds the button-down shirt and mini skirt cute and comfortable.]

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Jun Ushiro: a package from Nakama.
  
• Castiel: a package from Karen Kasumi.
  

[Today is a fairly light day as far as the mail goes, but that's alright--PM spent much of the day training one of her shiny new volunteers. Hiling will need work and discipline, but PM is willing to make the effort in the name of giving her friend something constructive to do that does not involve punching people indiscriminately. Either one can be found at the post office throughout most of the day.]

[On her route, PM has no ice cream, but she is on the lookout for people to lecture about the mail talk to.]

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[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 126 go here!]

[When Cain stepped into the dojo for his morning warm-ups, it had looked like a small tornado had passed through. Which, of course, presented a problem for his class at noon. Rather than tempt his students into contributing to the dojo's unfortunate destruction, or into using the splintered equipment to shank each other, he decides to hold class outside in the open field nearby.]

[Students can find both Cain and Gaunt there, with salvaged equipment on hand.]

Sword fighting isn't just about training the body. If we're going to have any hope of turning this into an art rather than an exercise whacking each other with sticks, it's time to start exercising our minds.

We're going to start with a bit of meditation today. You're going to sit down, get comfortable, and close your eyes. Shed your thoughts and focus on your breathing.

[And after that, the usual lessons in whacking each other with sticks will ensue, with Gaunt as a guest/co-instructor!]

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((OOC: Specify the time of class in your action headers~ Cain's classes are, as always, mingle-style, so feel free to tag with each other as you please! ...Though Cain might threadjack to make :| faces at people who start whispering during the meditation portion.))

[Clad in a bright mini dress and a flower in her hair, Hiling is hard to miss as she heads from her new home in Sector 4 to the club. On her feet are a pair of patent stiletto sandals with straps criss-crossing up to her ankles. Her balance is alright, but it's taking her longer than she'd like to get where she wants to go. She is forced to take small, careful steps, lest she trip or worse, get her new shoes dirty. The apparent difficulty, however, is not enough to warrant footwear abandonment. She clutches the bag slung over her shoulder protectively with both hands as she keeps an eye out for someone to possibly escort her to her destination.]

[Voice | Private to Gaunt]

Meet me at the club. I've got a surprise for you!

What are your thoughts on mixed bathing? Marina's full of it.

[a chuckle. today, Judith has made an amazing discovery. no, really. there's the sound of splashing water in this feed, before she speaks again.

otherwise, you can just hear the amusement in her tone.]

It's a little strange that everyone seems pretty laidback about the subject, all things considered. Usually, people are a little bit shier about that. [she doesn't sound all that puzzled by it, though--she's pretty lighthearted about the entire thing, all things considered.] Why not have a Jacuzzi party? The indoor bath is fine too.

[yep. that water splashing is actually her hand pushing at the water in the outdoor jacuzzi, and she regrets nothing. feel free to come find her, if you're so inclined.]

It's good to relax sometimes.

((ooc: and in my derp I forgot to mention... feel free to mingle with other action threads!!))

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!

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))

[Sam reaches up to rub his head and bumps the buttons on the control panel, beginning a fantastic recording of a stack of books at the library. You may see terms like lycanthropy, phases of the moon, and shape shifting for a moment before he realizes what he's done.]

Shit. [He turns the focus around on him, wincing a little, since he didn't mean to address everyone with that or with anything at all.] I mean, hi. Sorry about that. You think you're used to wearing the headgear and then...yeah. [Soft, self-deprecating laugh.]

So, go back to the stars and the beach and the fireflies. Have fun. [So much for laying low! But as long as he's at it...]

[Private | Hiling Care]
Hey, Hiling. We need to talk. [Long overdue.]

[Private | Sasha]
...Hey. [Also long overdue if a little underwhelming.]

[ 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. ]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 121st day of the third generation. Today will be hot and sunny, and cooling off in the evening.

According to a crossdimensional matrix of Earths today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year and the traditional beginning of summer. This morning, the beach will be closed to set up for the celebration of the Solstice. Please do not disrupt the facility robots or divert them from their tasks. Inmates who do so will be prohibited from the festivities.

This afternoon, please enjoy the number of activities set out on the beach, as well as food stands incorporating festival foods from various Earth countries. For those who are of age and choose to partake, there will be one stand serving alcoholic beverages. Please do not attempt to bring your own alcohol to the beach. Any attempt to tamper with or remove the alcohol from the beach is prohibited.

In the evening, this system will be providing fireflies throughout the dome for relaxation and reflection. As a forewarning, they will be impossible to injure or kill.

Inmates Duo Maxwell and Maya Fey, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

((OOC: An event post will go up on Wednesday for the event! Also, please remember that Acumen posts are for kiosk requests, only! Reaction posts to the comm are encouraged!))

Well now, it seems like Acumen isn't all that bad after all. I mean, apart from the whole imprisoning people for life bit. Apart from that, he seems agreeable enough.

[The voice currently coming across the communicator might be familiar to a few people, but the face certainly isn't. The background of the video looks like the outside of the hospital, for those with sharp eyes.]

Though announcing our requests across the whole network seems a bit... tactless. Anyways, now that I'm able to properly introduce myself, I thought it might be nice. You know, get friendly with all the new neighbors, since we'll be seeing a lot of each other. And I'd really love to meet each and every one of you.

[Mostly to see who he could form a new life link with, and who would be best for terrorizing, but that's besides the point.]

For those inquiring minds, I'm Captain Hazama of the Novus Orbis Librarium's Intelligence Department. I'm sure we'll be getting along just great here. Hehehe...


((OOC: Hazama has his body back! For anyone who wants to run into him in his ghost form at the hospital before he gets it back, that's fine too, just put that in your subject line.))

[Whatever it was that Hiling had set out to do, she lost interest in and found herself instead sprawled out upon the couch in the Shelter lounge. The sound of white noise can be heard from the television and a glass of juice is set on the table just out of arm's reach. She may appear to be sleeping or she may not attempt to hide the fact that she is watching whoever else is in the room.]