[Hello, Marina. Bad Haro is staring at you.]

Dumbass! Dumbass!

[Guy makes a move to swat the thing away, very gently. His voice is tinny and faraway from the communicator.] Hey, don’t be like that -

Guy angry! Guy angry! Abuse! Abuse!

[A hand reaches over and wrenches the communicator away, and it’s Guy, making an appropriately put upon expression. But he regards the dark haro, formerly Nena’s, instead of the device and whoever might be watching the feed.]

You know -

[Again, it interrupts:] Stuck your hand in me! Hand in me!

[The feed cuts abruptly.]

[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.

[Good day Marina you are gifted with this stunning blue visage for once. He knows he may get some flailing at his skin tone but you see, he has a purpose for this, because there will be a much bigger distraction in a moment.]

So, I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. [Is he serious? It's hard to say, he sounds almost too sugary sweet and that smile on his face is far from innocent.]

While everyone was out last night I took the time to get familiar with the dome and some of it's sectors. It looks like some of you have made yourself at home outside the shelter... That's nice. [He's not trying very hard at sounding like he's happy for you. ]

But what I couldn't believe was the fact I saw an actual MANSION as well. I couldn't help myself of course, I had to go check it out. And guess what I found?

[The camera moves off of him, being careful not to give away his location, to point at the stuff he's got laid out over the floor. Some of you folks might recognize the gadgets -- it's mostly gadgets, like a radio or other, more odd looking things -- or clothing and... He picks up a handful of pictures and fans them out. There's a bunch of the host club members in them it seems.]

A certain someone has a really strange obsession of collecting pictures of people. I think he was even keeping data on them... [And back to him with a pointed look of mock concern into the camera. We have a weirdo in this prison WATCH OUT! Then a snicker and an all too satisfied grin.]

I'd watch your backs Marina and.... maybe keep a better eye on your stuff too. [A wave before he reaches over to turn the feed off.]

---

[Helix will be gathering up most of this stuff and shoving it back into a pillow case. Some of the clothing and other items he took from the stores are staying, but the stuff he took from other people are being hidden away for the time being. He'll just be slinging that pack of stuff over his shoulder and carrying it out to the hiding spot he staked out earlier.]

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.)

[ A short while before the prom is scheduled to get underway, Minako and Orihime take up their posts: lurking at the main avenue into the prom, looking for their victims! The two girls are hanging around outside, looking for solo arrivals and third wheels that they can put together into couples for the big event! ]

[ If you wander too near them, you might hear them calling out to you -- or find them grabbing your arm -- or notice them dragging someone else over to you with big smiles on their faces. ]



((ooc: In this post, introduce yourself to your designated date for the evening! Here is the list of partners, and you can direct questions there!

It would be great if you put your names in the subject of the first comment so that your partner recognizes you. ♥ There is also an optional thread for Minako or Orihime or both to wrangle you~! You can handwave it if you prefer. Please limit threads here to the actual matchmaking, not just socializing: Minako and Orihime will also be at the prom for your friendly chatting needs.))

[Richie has been planning this for days now and he thought about just doing it himself, but he hadn't done a horror movie marathon by himself in years. Usually he and Virgil watched the movies together, talking over each other and criticizing whatever was on the screen.

So why not invite some friends to the fun?]

Hey, who here loves a good movie? A bad movie? What about zombies? Because I'm setting up a running of the Zombie Island movies at the theater and whoever wants to come can! If you've never heard of Zombie Island, then you're missing out. Nothing better than watching a good horror movie in the middle of the day, right?

[He laughs and scratches the back of his head.] I'll probably be starting the first movie in about an hour and I made sure that the robots have super extra buttered popcorn. Can't have a horror movie without that. Still thinking about whether or not chilli fries would be pushing it.

[He'll be inside the movie theater, getting the movies set up. There will be four movies, each one having a ten minute intermission between them running until after dark. Just follow the directions of the black poster sitting right outside of the correct room.]

{OOC: Links lead to the summaries for the movies. You don't even have to speak to Richie at the theater, just mingle amongst yourselves. The link to the movies provides summaries, but if they're too long, just respond to that post and I'll add bullet-point plotlines.}

[ when the camera switches on, it peers out to the view of a table and several pieces of wood. they're varying colors and sizes, and to add to the variety, there's a few different kinds of blades, tools for carving wood. two hands are in front of the feed, carving something into what seems to be cork. by the position of the camera, which seems to be looking out in view of knees and arms, the communicator is probably dangling from a lanyard on his neck.

he has a little bit of trouble carving out one part of the rounded star design he's making--the design is on the table. he sighs finally, giving it a look over. when he finally does round off one of the tips, it goes soaring and ricohets off of the table and into the trash can. ]

... point. [ he smirks, though unseen. he takes the communicator from its position, probably to check the time or entries, and eyes the blinking red light.

B|

Riku doesn't look to be well, either--he looks a little green, a little sick, under the weather. maybe that's why he's inside? ]

Anyone know if there's someone who can fix these? Mine keeps switching on whenever it wants since yesterday. [ when he, uh, dropped it. ]

[Reluctantly, Zelgadis decides at the last moment to make this request via video. Perhaps if people can tell that he is in desperate need, they will be more likely to come forward. He can't, however, manage to remove his mask or hood, and so all you'll see under the beige swaths of cloth is a suspiciously shiny patch of lavender hair and two dark eyes that have excessively dark patches around them.]

I am in need of some assistance from anyone who is versed in healing or reversal magic, or perhaps advanced alchemy. [pausing, then as an afterthought] Or anyone who has successfully performed an augmentation of a human body.


((OOC: Anyone and everyone is welcome to answer and offer assistance if possible! However, please please be aware that Zelgadis is NOT able to be cured, canonically (hence the journal!), so all attempts must fail -- but I will totally work with you on it! My contact info is on the top post in his journal for OOC plotting~))

[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 ))

You know, after spending a few hours among you lovely people?

I'm so proud!

[Skip, flail. He is a very happy Masaomi Kida.]

Hot chicks, hot food, not one of you has been lost to the seedy prison underbelly! It's truly amazing!

Ah. Good day. If I am not mistaken, then I— [ . . . ] I have been informed of the terms of my imprisonment. I understand them in full.

. . . By that condition, I would like to inquire why our warden has not also been similarly imprisoned. [ c h e e r f u l l y ] It seems a strange flaw to overlook in a broad judgment. Of course, I would address this privately to the intelligence behind the artificial, but I have yet to hear mention of any! Nor of the law or trials which led to this verdict! Thus, if some better explanation is available, I would appreciate it.

[ deep breaths. steadiest. breaths. ]

Thank you for your time.

[a low, male voice] It's getting real boring around here lately.

Even the new arrivals aren't as interesting as they used to be. All the flailing and all the distress has just sort of become quiet resignation! Boring, boring, boring. [a more tenor male voice]

[and finally, a sweet female voice] Oh, darlings, that's a little harsh. It's in the nature of such creatures to become more efficient and less chaotic, don't you think? They're beings of order.

They could be orderly in a more interesting manner, couldn't they? [this voice and the female voice giggle together, sharing in the joke]

Well, regardless, we've decided to spice things up a little.

Yes, that's right! We love some good chaos. And we had some good chaos a few months ago, so we thought -- let's do that again!

Do try to have a little bit of fun, won't you? Go with it, enjoy yourselves! Try to smile every now and again, it's healthy.

[there's a brief pause for the three of them to giggle together, before the sly tenor adds]

Oh, and-- Whining is dreadfully boring. We won't put up with any nonsense like that, so we'll entertain any questions or comments, but if you want to chat, please make it -- you know. Something interesting?

[ Her day had started out WONDERFULLY. She had just received the materials she needed for PM's Mail Bike and she was SO EXCITED -- EXCITED! -- to work on the thing that she didn't bother changing out of her dress! However, things she has seen in the Workshop -- or rather, what she has not seen -- has lead to the sour face the network is seeing now. ]

Tools and materials are missing from the Workshop. And I don't mean just one or two, but a whole bunch of 'em.

Whoever took 'em, bring 'em back now.

[ Voice clipped in barely controlled nerdrage temper. Yes, that is the same girl calling for talents and volunteers for the Talent Show and she is not happy. No one desecrates the holy grounds of a mechanic! ]


(( OOC: As ooc-ly plotted with Parsnip, a certain demon hunter has pilfered a good number of the tools from the Workshop and Kohran doesn't know~ ))
 

( 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! ♥))

[ it's getting late (although not that late) and Fou's frowning at a thin grey box and shaking it. Huffing, she sets it back down on the table and flicks on her network device ]

All right. I give. How the hell are you supposed to make this thing play?

[ someone's been bored and feeling restless all day. She's still an artificial being after all. It's not healthy getting wet! And if until she figures it out, she'll just be sitting flopped down on the couch and glaring at it. glaring ]

MASS MAILERS

• To everyone: a flier from Kohran Li.

[PM is on the prowl.]

[The mail has been very slow lately, and while she chalks it up to the heat and humans not wanting to sweat all over their letters, she can only take so much idleness with her work.]

[This is why PM decided to stick a cooler in her mail cart. She intends to hand out popsicles and ice cream bars, along with brochures about the post office. Surely a treat like that will move hearts and writing utensils!]

[That or she'll just get mobbed by children. One of the two.]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 124 go here!]

[So after having spent much of the day so far speaking with newcomers and figuring out that he's probably one of those famed glitches, Kid is on his way to (what used to be) his room to try and shake off the nausea he'd been feeling all day. Unfortunately, the room he enters is far less than the perfect room he remembers organizing the first time around.]

What the hell is going on here?! How dare someone come into my room and mess up the symmetry I worked so hard to perfect! Who would commit such a heinous act?!

This is completely unacceptable!

[Remember this guy, Marina? Well, even if you don’t he’s reintroducing himself in much the same way he did originally – getting angry about the lack of symmetry. He doesn't even care that it was probably the bots that did it.]

Whoever had the nerve to do such a thing will pay!!

[And that’s all before he turns his attention away from the feed and concentrating on fixing his room.]

[he's been sitting in the library, orienting himself; he thinks he's gotten a good grasp on the situation and that it's safe to use his communicator to chat. Charles is meandering through the library as best he can with his restraint on, observing the stacks]

From the Ivy League to the CIA to the big house. [a little laugh] It's quite an unexpected leap. I have to say this reading selection is a trifle lacking, but I suppose that's to be expected... Other than the material in my welcome basket, of course! That was quite appreciated. I love the sunglasses, they're a nice touch.

[--he is more than a little disoriented with his telepathy sealed off like this; things he could normally have picked up in seconds are mystifying him. but even though the welcome pamphlet talked about "powers", he's not comfortable just casually talking about that in public. he mulls over how to put this into words, and finally asks cheerfully]

So, come and tell me. Who else is, or was, excited by all this far-out technology? I can't be the only one who was astonished to see half a dozen computers in this library, each of them small enough to fit in my arms! And these communicators, they're amazing, just -- really amazing.

[It's early, as in very early just barely past the morning announcement early. And where is Richie?

Inside the coffee shop of course. Where else would a guy be when he's been trying to keep himself awake so as to rewrite from memory every single experiment or schematic he had drawn since arriving in Marina. Having a photographic memory with a brain that holds information like a million gigabyte hard drive isn't a bad thing--usually. Except for when you have to copy it all down.

But who needs sleep anyway when there are so may other things he could be doing with his time? And coffee is much better than the little "pick-me up" pills he'd invented--or at least safer.

Just don't disturb all the coffee cups in front of him that have been stacked into a pyramid or the papers that look like someone spilled ink--and maybe coffee--all over them.]

Thanks, I guess, to everyone who helped me out when I first got here. This isn't really what I pictured prison to be like.

[And with that out of the way - ]

Does anyone know anything useful about trap-making? --Hypothetically, of course.

[He's the guy man with the plan.]