[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]


(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))
 

[She hates the communicator, she really does. But after leaving food plate after food plate at the edge of her bed only to find them untouched, she's resolved to do this.

So have one Anri, trying desperately not to turn bright red with embarrassment.]

Um, has anyone seen - a man? He's about this tall, [hand up to demonstrate,] has white hair, and he really likes cake. I'm a... little worried. I thought he lived under my bed but he hasn't had any of his meals, so -

[She bows hurriedly for the feed,]

If you've seen him, please let me know!



((OOC: For reference! Thread with Xerxes Break.))

[It's early in the morning yet, and a certain Hero has wandered on a whim into the pet cafe. His head is canted downward currently, fingers currently wandering through the thick, fluffy fur of a puppy who is currently taking up his lap.]

I think... I think I want to take her home. How do I adopt her? Do I have to do something special?

[Because, quite simply, the boy has fallen in love. He's always liked animals, and he already feels a little better about--well, everything. Animals were a lot less confusing than people. They also didn't make his heart race in that strange, overwhelming sort of way.]

[ This voice is both annoyed and confident. She's not pleased to be here, but she's not going to let anyone know that she's a little uncertain too. ] I am so tired of being kidnapped. I mean, at least these people are better at it than the last ones, but this whole thing is just sad. I can't believe I've been arrested again. I didn't even feel them coming. [ There's a pause and then she repeats it to herself again, as if disbelieving. ] Didn't feel a thing...

Plus, I want to know who came up with these charges. So I put a few holes in the wall and ran away from people who tried to lock me up. No one mentioned that I helped save the world too? Doesn't that count in my favor? Maybe Katara would like this underwater thing, but I'm not buying it. [ She's a bit sulky, don't mind her. There's another hesitation, because she's letting her irritation get away with her, and finally she sighs and makes herself sound more cheerful, more normal. ]

At least the food in the basket was good. What kind of prison has a welcome committee?

This one, I guess. So, tell me, strangers, what are you in for?

[Hear that sound? It's the sound of a foot hitting a wall, repeatedly. A girl's gotta work her aggression out somehow, you know? Not like the wall's going to feel anything, anyhow. ENJOY THE SHOW MARINA.

After a few mildly satisfying minutes, Taiga gives up, breathing heavily, face flushed, hair in disarray, hands clenched into fists at her sides.]

A life sentence? You expect me to believe that? You expect me to give in quietly? I refuse.

DO YOU HEAR ME? I. REFUSE.

[No she isn't on the verge of tears what are you talking about.]

It is a peaceful morning in the Shelter. In the dome above, the artificial daylight cycle has not yet begun. The halls echo with the gentle sounds of early morning residents milling around and robots going about their business amidst the even, sterile glow of the artificial lights. Yes, all is quiet and calm...



Some will recognize that it is Sentience's voice -- not Acumen's -- that follows the echoing, whooping alarm that rings out through the halls of the entire Shelter and directs everyone to stay calm:

"Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported in this building. Please, cease operations and calmly leave the building utilizing the nearest stairwell exit. Do not use the elevators. I repeat. Do not use the elevators!"

This continues on for many minutes, as denizens stir from their slumber or drop their meals and take to the halls. At least... it is expected that everyone follows the evacuation orders and strobe lights as directed. Elevators are non-functional for the duration of the alert. (But you can try to hack or override them if you want -- just expect someone to notice, later.)

As an added bonus: those in the kitchen and dining areas, sprinklers have activated, as that is the source of the disturbance. A perfect way to start your morning, right? (Don't worry -- there is a laundry cart with towels upstairs outside the exits.)

( OOC notes! )

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.)

[Ahem, ahem. Please allow this white-haired NOT!TWILIGHT sparklyvampire noble to delicately clear his throat and gaze at the communication device with the intensity of...something really. Intense. He isn't sulking, we should make this clear at the outset. Nor is he on the verge of a minor temper tantrum. Don't be ridiculous.]

If- [FROOOOOWN] If my transgressions are indeed worthy of lifelong imprisonment, I shall answer for them without complaint, as is befitting a noble. What's done is done, and I stand by my actions. [Pause. Even breaths!] I do, however, object to the manner in which my sentence was passed, behind closed doors and behind my back. At least have the decency to convict me while I am present at the trial.

[To add insult to injury, these communicators are absolutely HIDEOUS. But remember, kiddies, he's not having a tantrum. His eyebrow is twitching a little, though. Just a little.]

Barbaric.

[The frown could almost be a scowl now.]

I do hope you haven't detained Seira in a similar fashion.

[ it was the press of the communicator against french sunburn which eventually peeled lenalee off the pavement. for a hot-faced, embarrassing second, she thought that she must have collapsed with the shock of the image that was lingering, thick as blood, at the forefront of her mind

Kanda, bright and mint-sharp

but Lenalee, through a mix of secret cynicism and experience, feels the excitation dwindle down her throat and freeze. this is not France and Kanda is not here, and all she sees is the warrant for her own arrest and not the faces of friends. worry, fury... extensive pamphlet browsing.

tautly: ] I already don't like this place's timing, and I doubt I'm going to warm to much else.

[ softly: ] I've got things to repay, and I've gone through thicker things than water.

[ Gaunt's scarred face pops into video view for those up at this time of night, and he sighs a bit, saying. ]

Things have been quite busy of late, but I seem to have forgotten a debt, and I need a little bit of help in repaying it. Does anyone know anything about baking a cake?

I... er, owe someone a cake for helping a friend, is all.

So, does anyone here have money? [Allen is very relaxed this evening, reclining on his couch with his dog and playing idly with a woman's wallet between his fingers]

Of course there isn't any money in this place. It's all just worthless pieces of paper and lumps of metal, since everything is free. But I'm curious if anyone still has their wallets from when they first arrived, and what might be in them. We probably have a lot of different currency here, when you actually think about it.

I want to -- compare.

[and possibly con you into giving it to him! ♥ ]

----- [ 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.
 

[Anri turns her communicator over in her hands. She’s not focusing on it being there but having something to hold on to makes her less tense, less taut. As it is, she feels like a taut string before snapping, going over it again and again in her head.

The hospital drones has been able to stitch up the gash in her leg, but they hadn’t been able to bring back feeling in it. It remains dead weight, leaving her stranded. Her other injuries hurt, but it’s only pain. She can deal with that, if it was the worst of it.

But her right hand won’t stop shaking, and she can’t sleep with this absolute silence.

If she goes to the DF, they may just take Saika away from her for good. No, she needs to deal with this on her own. Starting with - ]

Thank you for your help last night. [See this smile? Isn’t it the most convincing smile? She’s sitting still, honest.] I’m okay now, so you don’t need to worry. The [robots? people?] hospital is taking good care of me.

[Lines under her eyes, various scrapes? Clearly a new beauty regiment.]

Um, so please – [she glances down at her hands briefly] – don’t worry about this.

[End feed! The fact that it wasn’t actually filtered to Judith goes entirely unnoticed.

She needs to figure out what to do with Shiki, after all.]

[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!))

[Clearing his throat. He is the most serious right now.]

Are these supposed to...set items on fire? [He pans the video down to an open microwave with black scorch marks and a plate of left overs wrapped in foil in the center.] It seems to be an inefficient method of cooking.

[Private to members of the Black Order]
Your reports on yesterday's events are due tomorrow morning. [Did you know you had reports to do? Surprise!]

[Private to Suzaku and Lacus]
It is my understanding the two of you coordinate additions to the defense force. I am Inspector Howard Link and I would like to speak with you about [getting my blade back] joining as Walker's partner. [No, he doesn't need to speak to Walker about it first.]


(OOC: Action always and forever open to Allen.)

[ she's lain in the hospital bed for three days, unmoving, not breathing, and without a heartbeat. her skin has been cold and greyish, unpleasant to touch. today, though, something changes.

first, a heartbeat. and her color slowly returns. she inhales, and slowly opens her eyes. movement comes slowly; she looks up at the unfamiliar ceiling, expecting to see the stars in the dome sky. the last thing she saw... she thinks. she shivers as her body starts to warm up, and she fumbles for, for... for someone who is usually there when she wakes-- except that once, with the Sigfried -- and her fingers brush something... ]

[voice]

Lel... ouch...? [ her lips are dry and voice not as strong as she's used to ]

((ooc: Voice replies are open! Action is closed to anyone who would have a reason to be there.))

[Have a grown man in a crooked white beret, in the middle of a full-on crying tantrum complete with buckets of tears, wailing, and a runny nose. Good morning, Marina!]

Where is she?! Oh Lenalee, you can't be gone again!!! [All those exclamation points? totally audible.] But I just got back here! This -- this isn't fair!!

[And then he collapses face-first onto the already-soaked sheets of her bed, no end to his hysterics in sight.]


(( OOC: I know technically Lenalee was dropped just before 4th wall, but I talked to Reme and she said it would be okay for Lenalee to just be a little under the weather and not vanish until "today". /wibblyface ))

[so here is Allen, curled up in a secret bunker under Kitty's place, trying not to relax enough to get to the point where he can go to sleep. he's hiding from Socalo, and Neah, and maybe everyone else; his communicator is even off, shoved under a pillow. he brought his literature reading and he's trying to focus on it, but it's not working terribly well.

Kitty is here, and Link is here, and Lincoln is here, that last tucked securely against his side and sleeping comfortably. he wonders if Lavi caught wind of where they were off to, but he wasn't about to pause to find him when Socalo was quite literally out for his blood and Link was throwing himself equally in the man's path. so he dragged his watchdog and his actual dog here to where Kitty would keep them safe for a while.

and he's oddly reluctant to put the communicator back on. he just wants to -- wind down for a while, without having to worry about the things out there]

[The setting? The baths. The characters? Generals Klaud Nine, Winters Socalo, and Froi Tiedoll. The dialogue? Coming to you live, beginning with a woman who has a large scar across her face.]

This is General Klaud Nine addressing any of the Black Order currently in this location. We request further information on our whereabouts.

[The larger of the two men who is in the water behind her speaks up.] If you're talking to the brats, tell 'em to bring more towels.

[And then it's the man with fluffy hair's turn.] Oh, these baths have fogged up my glasses!

[The transmission ends before anyone has to see Socalo stand up.]

(OOC: Replies to come from any one or all of the following: Klaud, Socalo, and Tiedoll.)

[He runs his hands over the headset one more time before cautiously placing it back on his head] Hello. [...This is so weird.] ...I don't suppose anyone has a map in braille I could use?