[Kitten in your face, Marina.]

No, leave that alone.

[And now that kitten is rolled over on its back, eyeing you - yes, you - from Anya's kitchen counter. Does the distant sound of sizzling food over the stove make him nervous? Not one bit.

From Anya, to the feed:]

His name is Dagonet. [And now the feed cuts! Goodbye.]

How frustrating. I must have terrible luck after all ...

[which is to say hello, marina. this small, blond boy looks rather... well, confused, given the circumstances. he's kneeling beside the koi pond on sector 4, idly munching on some cookies he got from the welcome basket while... watching the fish. still, even that doesn't seem to be helping his mood.]

Aaah, I didn't think this would happen when I woke up this morning. And with such ridiculous crimes... [though, to be honest, they made him pause a bit... and had some degree of honesty. but he's not going to admit this in public at all.]

[a pause, as oz finishes off one of the cookies, wiping the crumbs off his mouth with his thumb. a small sigh. well, seems like he's composing himself slightly.]

If I may ask a question... Has anyone happened to see a man named Gilbert? He has hair like this [here oz makes a wavy gesture on both sides of his head with his hands] and a face like so--[and here he makes a sullen, rather frustrated looking expression.] He might possibly be accompanied by a small, energetic girl named Alice. They're most likely arguing, somehow. [no, really. he pauses, putting a hand to his head. he wouldn't want them to be here at all, but he had to make sure. he becomes a bit more serious, then.]

... You have my thanks. For the welcoming basket, as well.

[ Hello, Marina! How do you like your newcomers and how they are panicking or the whatnot? Well, how about a change? You may have a man who is just standing around, looking so calm in Sector Four- the park to be exact.

He seems rather interested in his surroundings but at this moment, he is very fascinated by the little headset he's been given. ]

This is just a brilliant device. A headset with video and voice functions to communicate over? A few years late behind everyone, but, ohhh, what will they think of next? Though the design can be a bit better-- well, I've seen worse-- well, it's not that bad-- well, yeah, it's a bit bad. They can do better with the colour.

[ He taps on the screen before remembering that, oh, he needs to be asking something! ]

But anyhow, hello! Yes, if anyone is listening to this, I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you all.

Right now, I'm in a bit of a predicament such as waking up in a new area-- "one-point-six-zero-nine kilometres beneath the surface of the Eloquois Ocean" if Acumanny here is telling the truth. This isn't the first time something like this has happened but still quite unpleasant though I do admit that this is a lovely welcome so far except that whole list of crimes bit.

[ Nope, he hasn't done some of those-- well, a bit but he's not going to say anything on the matter. ]

A basket filled with a few gifts and a brochure is a nice touch, but who have thought that pears are any good? Honestly, pears should be completely out of this welcome basket. [ He doesn't even pick up them from the basket he's holding. Ew. ] Really should have gone with something like a banana. Always remember to have a banana on you. Bananas are good. They're high in potassium.

[ He pauses for a second-- just a slight second. ]

--Oh right, where was I? Ah, yes, a predicament.

So! Has anyone seen a human named Donna? British, ginger, has a bit of a sassy attitude and can be quite loud if in the mood. Or in that matter, has anyone also seen a big blue police box? Got the words 'POLICE' on the top, made out wood? Both are pretty important and I'm in a bit of a hurry here. I'm sure both can take quite good care of themselves though one will be louder than the other in voicing herself.

[ Has he suggested that a police box is a living thing? Yes, he has. He quite likes his TARDIS, thank you. Now, he'll just look around while waiting for an answer. So much to see, so little time when it comes to without a TARDIS. ]


(( OOC: Ah, um, apologizes but tags will be gotten back to slowly at the moment! I am deeply sorry for this and I do hope that no one minds backtagging or slow tags! ))

[She taps the little screen lightly, turning it this way and that as she tries to see these people that the little paper book talked about. Isn't it supposed to let her?]

Hello? HELLOOOOOOO?

Um…do I have to say a spell? No, there wasn’t a spell mentioned in the little book thing… Maybe I need to say a name? But I don’t know any names…

Oh! Flynn? Are you here, Flynn? Anybody? I just…I didn’t mean to break any laws! I just wanted to see the lanterns. If I promise never to leave ever again, can I go back? Mother is going to be furious with me. [She looks worried, but her expression becomes a little more determined.]

And you, too, when she finds out you put me in prison! Oh, you won’t like to see her when she’s angry. [An attempt at confidence.] But that can all be avoided if you send me back. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, really.

…Please?

[Anyone in the park by Ammy's tree will find that leading up into said tree is a very, very, very long river of golden hair. If you look up you might notice the girl sitting on one of the branches, looking very worried.]

{OOC: Putting a cap on Rapunzel! No more new threads, please, unless you absolutely must with a burning need in your soul. And then you can poke me on the contact post on her journal first? This will probably be revoked some time later this week.}

Good morning, inmates. It is the 113th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. The rain has ended, and there will be a rainbow for the duration of the morning, per inmate Allen Walker's request.

Inmate Alma Karma, the film you requested is now available at the theater in Sector 3.

[Hokuto rests her chin in her hands as she stares out the window at the rain that has continued to fall throughout the day. There was a bit fabric around her, though the outfit that she's working on itself hasn't completely come together just yet in the next day or two she should have it done for both her and Subaru.

Still she looks rather bored, as if wanting to go out and do something a bit more lively.]

I know that they said it was raining to clean up from the festival, but does it really have to go on all day? Besides where are they getting all of the water if it's not salt water and we're under the ocean, there's no way they could desalinate that much water.

Days like this are when it would have been best to find a Karaoke bar or something and just say there until you absolutely had to go home. I don't suppose anyone would know if there's one here, or if there's anything else to do?

[Care to hear some piano, Marina?

It's a quick paced piece, light and almost toying. A practiced musical ear could hear the slight stumbles Marianne makes at the beginning before getting into the rhythm of it, continuing to end without a hitch.]

Thank you, whoever left the sheet music lying around. [Her tone is light, wandering -- easily not Anya's at all.]

I've been quite out of practice.

[For a moment, Marianne's grateful for that PDA. It's kept the girl's hands and fingers well coordinated.]

[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]

Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.

[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]

Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.

This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.

... You won't like me when I'm whining.

Hey -- hello? What is this? [she looks around, confused] I was right in the middle of something very important! [she picks up the pamphlet nearby, and starts to read is as quick as she can] This isn't a very good -- prison? But I just did this already! [unintelligible sound of OUTRAGE] And just who are you calling a threat to humanity!? [frantically reading the pamphlet as she speaks. not good not good.

this is. well. she snaps her attention back to the camera, eyes narrow] You can't keep me here! I've escaped from one of these before, y'know, and it was underground that time! [she sticks her tongue out. JUST YOU WAIT, ACUMEN, SHE'LL SHOW YOU.

well, maybe later. she's run out of steam. she screws the paper up and chucks the stupid thing behind her, before she sinks to the ground, head down to her knees and her hands tangled in her hair. defeated for the moment] ...I could really do with a hug right now.

Kyouya is gone.

[And that's all he has to say on the matter. He doesn't know who knew Kyouya or who liked him, he just felt that he should make the announcement. He's hardly his usual self with virtually no excitability or happiness in his tone, but he'll probably be back to his old self soon enough but whether that means days, hours, seconds is anybody's guess. He's in the park wandering around aimlessly for anyone who wants to come find him.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 108th day of the third generation. The weather will be clear today, and warm with light rain during the evening hours. The system's software update has been completed.

As I recently modified the sexual relations ban to allow for relations under accepted circumstances, I wish to make clear that ignoring the ban is completely unacceptable. As such, punishments for ignoring the ban will be more severe. Inmate Saki Konishi, I am certain you have noticed your restraint by now. It will deter physical contact for the duration of one week. Inmate C.C., as you continue to disregard the rules of this facility, you have been fitted with a restraint that will permanently prevent contact.

Inmate Nepeta Leijon, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

[private to AXEL]

Hey-- [a beat of pause. there's just the tiniest bit of awkward, but he brushes it off] Are you doing anything for Xion's birthday?



[and, a little while later, OPEN but FILTERED FROM Xion]

Xion's birthday is today! I wanted to know if any of her friends wanted to help me put together a party for her tonight. You don't have to help, of course; all of her friends can come. --And anyone who feels like wishing her a happy birthday, I guess.

I've never tried to put together a party before, so I could use any help I can get. Does anyone have any advice?

Oh-- and don't tell her I told you!

( Dangerous thoughts )

Excuse me. Excuse me. Please! I desperately need help! I'm trapped in the Defense Force's jail. [Yes, a jail within the prison!] I must get out! [It tugs at the heart, right? A damsel in distress!]

I have to kill all the Japanese! [Okay, maybe less now, but she isn't quite herself today.]

( OOC )

[He isn't going anywhere near the sky display; he simply refuses to enjoy it the way a normal person would, for the completely ridiculous reason that Lacus is peripherally involved with it and he doesn't want to admit to enjoying anything she was involved with.

But he isn't completely averse to simply watching it from his home. He's out on the little balcony outside his room that the alchemists so kindly built, sipping at his coffee and watching a particularly lovely sunset creep over the sky.

Despite largely ignoring the fuss of the holiday, and having to work it in around emergency plans for the new arrivals, he did have his own little celebration for Valentine's. There are four miniature cakes in the refrigerator, with a little card bearing the name of each of his housemates -- even Alice, although he wasn't expecting her until this morning, though Euphie's will have to wait until she comes home.

He's retreated to his room, but he has every expectation that when Suzaku finds his cake, he'll come looking.]



((ooc: Closed to housemates, Suzaku thread comes first, maybe some awkward Nunnally tiemz?))

[lalala it's Valentine's Day and Orihime is the chocolate fairy~*~ She has made a ridiculous amount of chocolate and candy and treats for all her friends. She is on a quest, traversing the dome with a basket held out in front of her to hand them out to everyone. She's singing to herself as she goes, in a good mood. She is so pleased that even with her arm in this condition she was able to make more than enough to go around.

Annnnd it is taking her mind off her broken hairpins lalala~!

Orihime is also wearing very obviously feminine clothing today so that nobody has to feel threatened by her chocolate. :D ]



((ooc: the following people get goodies -- Hitsugaya, Rukia, Nakama, Ushiro, Lacus, Rayflo, GIR, Venom, Lyle, Yuuri, Ryoji, Kid, Evo!Kitty, Mileina, Sasha, Kanji, Touma, Kaoru, Hikaru! also you, if you have a decent amount of CR with her but I have forgotten you on this list! you are also entitled to a little bag of candy if you are in the sewing club or the defense force. just say where you're running into her!

and finally, if you're not on the list but still want to ambush her / say hi / bully her into giving you treats, you can also tag ♥ ))

[ sheet rustling sounds followed by a yawn. ]

I think I'd like to skip over the rest of today. People in this house get up too early. [ pouty ]

Is this some kind of bullshit joke? A prison? I may have done a lot of things in the past that would have gotten me in here, but I was pardoned for all of that!

[punches a nearby wall and lets out a string of curses; partially because that actually hurt but mostly because she knows that she probably does still belong in here.] The least you could do is get this thing off my leg. It’s not like I’m going to go around killing people.

[some silence, a sigh.]

Is a normal life really too much to ask?

[Quiet, deadpan, and not at all betraying how confused she is:] I hate this place.

I hate this place so much.



[Filtered to residents of Casa de Britannia]
I...

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...seem to have a problem.

[Anya nimbles over the communicator, her pulse beating shallow in her throat as she takes in the scenery, the high walls and cool air.

These times, waking up and having no idea where she is, why she's been left here, what could have happened--

Slowly, she extracts the pamphlet from the welcome basket, giving it a cursory read. A first, a second, a third.

Worse, better. She wills her hands to stop trembling, drawing up her knees under her. This... this is not befitting of a Knight of the Round.

Turning on the communicator,]

Who has assumed rank here, and how do I speak to them?

[Things have been a little crazy, and Josak knows he's neglected the Boutique over it. But not today! He needs the distraction and sewing up a few new designs if just the ticket.

It looks like a few other people haven't showed up lately either. How many have gone home? Oh well.

Anyone who spots the white-stone building with the blue awning will also see the name Trés Magnifique painted on the window and lovely dresses and suits looking out over the street.

Inside there are rose petals sprinkled around some of the mannequins, the tablecloths and doilies are red, white, and pink. There are even heart-shaped cushions on the couches and lounge chairs. On each table is a vase with small bouquet of flowers in it, each representing a form of love or affection. All in favor of Valentine's Day.

Interested enough to come take a look?]

{OOC: This is an open post for anyone interested in checking out the Boutique, getting some nice clothes for Valentine's Day, or even becoming a contributor. Feel free to use this as an event-style post for people who wanted to do some shopping together, too, I don't mind. Just let me know.}