APPARENTLY THEY LET JUST ANYONE TEACH A CLASS AROUND HERE.

... EXCLUDING PEOPLE WHO ARE DANGERS TO THEMSELVES OR OTHERS, I GUESS.

[ pause. Um, what is he supposed to say...? Have some uncertain wibbling - he's really not good at the whole communication thing. ]

SO, I'M TEACHING A COURSE CALLED TECH SHOP I, WHICH STARTS THIS AFTERNOON. IT'S GOING TO BE ABOUT BASIC PROGRAMMING AND ELECTRONICS, AND THE FINAL PROJECT IS BUILDING A MINIATURE ROBOT. THERE ARE SOME PREREQUISITES FOR PEOPLE COMING FROM LOW-TECHNOLOGY WORLDS, BUT IF YOU'VE USED A COMPUTER OF ANY KIND BEFORE COMING HERE AND ARE OF AVERAGE HUMAN INTELLIGENCE THEN YOU'LL PROBABLY PICK IT UP.

[ ... He thinks that has it just about covered? Hopefully people will come. Um... ]

IF NO ONE COMES I'LL PROBABLY JUST SIT IN THE CLASSROOM AND BUILD AN ARMY OF TINY ROBOTS, ANYWAY.

[ So you might as well attend, because maybe then he'll give you an important position in his New Order once he has conquered Marina with matchbox-sized robots. ]

[The feed comes on and Nill adjusts the communicator, smiling nice and wide at the screen. She just... stares at it for a moment, then looks down. A few seconds later, finally some text shows up:]

was reading book this morning
and found one that said this
:)

[Her face? SO EXCITED.]

looks like smile !!
and this
:(

[Just then, she frowns, trying to imitate the face, followed by a sheepish smile. It's okay! She wasn't really sad! This next part it takes her a big longer to type, but she manages,]

also saw this
ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ ☆⌒(＞。≪)
but do not know what it is supposed to be???
that book was fun

[ Wandering around the snowy park? There are two things to look out for: (1) don't trip over the bright orange ropes that close off a large open area, (2) take cover and watch for a stray snowball, and (3) ... you know, you might want to join in for this is a Snowball Fight.

Only guidelines: no weapons, no head shots, no stuffing snow down someone's mouth, collar or anywhere else uncomfortable. Play to your heart's content! Spoiler: there's no winner.

Warm drinks and snacks are served in a nearby tent (ah, thank goodness for space heaters!), while towels and blankets are also available. You might want to take advantage of the snow as well -- make snowmen, snow angels, your own sculpture as you wind down~ ]

( --- OOC Guidelines; PLEASE READ --- )
 

And then Monopoly wasn't the only hoarder with a "Go Directly to Jail" card. Good to know.

[This teenage boy looks like he went five rounds with a patch of dirt. And lost. Battered appearance aside, he seems ready to go for a sixth round. The way he's fidgeting is also a dead giveaway of something being up and it also doesn't help that he's in prison. Tommy and prison? That didn't go so well the last time.]

I went through the entire place twice and what did I find? No exit in sight, that's what. Big surprise there. Anyone thinking third time's the charm? 'Cause at this point, I'm willing to try anything. I'll even bring down a building or two if it means grabbing the warden's attention.

[Normally cheeky Tommy isn't in the mood to fool around right now. Which is saying something. With his general dislike of prisons and the aftermath of Doom's attack, he seriously needed out.]

[the video flicks on to a shot of Luna staring at something off-screen. It must be very interesting, because she is totally not looking at the camera.]

I don't think it's very fair for us to be here. [she starts off, no doubt these words are ones that everyone has heard!] We are underneath the ocean after all. The mermen and the other creatures that live in these waters must be terribly inconvenienced. I wouldn't particularly enjoy having a giant dome built across my home. I'd have to swim around or over it to get to the garden, and that would take more effort and time than it would have just swimming straight across.

[she pauses and for a moment it seems like she won't continue.] Has anyone asked them what they think?

[anyone who comes across sector three will see Luna walking slowly in a...spiral. Yes, that's right. If she sees you, she will probably approach first!]

[ This one seems calm to say the least. He takes a moment to adjust his glasses berfore surveying the surroundings with a slight frown. A quick check of his person assured him he was still in one piece despite his change of surroundings. But then there was something distinctly out of place.

Two things, actually.

The most obvious concern came from that sudden weight on his ankle. A ball and chain. Who had been foolish enough to try that? But much to his chagrin, he finds himself unable to break free. No matter. That would be dealt with in time.

The second concern is that infuriating pull. That damned itch and yank on his collar that he had begun to so utterly despise. That brat, his cursed brat of a master was still alive. But how? Why? Hadn't he just killed the child? He was supposed to be dead. He made sure of that. If he hadn't finished him off then surely the wolves would have.

Annoyance at this second bit causes a rather obvious frown to come to that normally cool facade and a slight click of the tongue. But what was this? Ah. ]

As I've gathered, this is... a prison?

[ He didn't think the feds would've caught up with him this fast. Were there even feds for demons? No time for ifs, whys and hows though. There are more important things on hand. ]

At any rate, I am Claude Faustus, head butler of the Trancy house. I understand my [ slight hesitation and acid on the word ] master, Alois Trancy may be among your number. If someone would be so kind as to direct me to him, your assistance would be appreciated.

[the breath whooshes out of Roxas audibly as the video clicks on. he's on top of a low building, maybe three stories tall, outside the dome, and he directs the video to look out over an almost completely unfamiliar landscape, piled so high with unbroken white snow that it seems barren and surreal]

It is really cold out here. Look at all that snow.

[he directs the video down again. --directly underneath his position, there's a big hole in the snow, showing how deep it is]

It's taller than I am. [wryly, reaching down to brush it off his black leather coat] I was going to offer to get anything anyone needs from their place, but I'm not sure I could find it in -- this.

But I'm glad I got to take a picture of it. [so that he can keep the memory of this, even if he doesn't remember]

I've been taking a lot of pictures lately... and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in teaching a class or joining a club about photography. [looking into the video again now, smiling a bit] What do you guys think?


((ooc: Roxas is going to bamf back inside in a few moments, so if you want action for some reason, just say so in the header))

Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))

[Ritsuka retreated to his room soon after the shelter was invaded, taking a thermos full of cocoa and a few pastries as his spoils from the mobscene in the kitchen. He wasn't planning on staying up too late, but he decided those remaining hours of the day would be better spent in the comfort of his own room, curled up in his bed with a mug of cocoa and a long book.

That is exactly how Ritsuka is spending his time at the moment, peacefully reading and unsuspecting of any visitors who might come to call.]

[ Oz slammed his fork down, effectively blocking Break's bid for his cake. ] I'm surprised at how calm everyone is. They've hardly protested at all about getting kicked out of their house. [ mm... cake. ] Do you think they're just being quiet?

[ Break, rather put out by the effective block to his cake-pilfering ways, elects instead to snag a piece of the chocolate torte sitting at the edge of the table, keeping Oz's elbow company. Let it never be said that he wasn't exceedingly spry for his old age. ] Mmm, you're right! I haven't heard a single peep out of them. All like little mice, hiding away. Why do you wonder that is?

Maybe we should ask them. Of course, we'll have to make sure they're telling the truth.

[ Another pop of cake into his mouth, chew, swallow. ] But what if they don't wish to tell the truth?

Then we'll have to dare them into giving it up. [ Oz sips at his tea before turning to the network device sitting on the edge of the table. ] Wouldn't you agree? [ yep, they've been talking to the dome this whole time. ]

[ From Break's shoulder, a clacking voice pipes up. ] Truth or dare! Bet they're too scared for dares!

[ So, who is up for a little game of truth and dare, hmmm? ]


((ooc: tags will come from both Break and/or Oz. Feel free to thread jack in reaction to whatever truths (or dares) the others might come up with. Green font = Oz, Blue font = Break, Purple font = Emily))

Yo!

[Hikaru is ALL UP ON YOUR SCREENS!]

All of this snow is making things interesting! I'm so excited to have company, yay!

VIDEO GAME COMPETITION! GAME 1! IT'S ON!

[Backs away from the screen, holding up the darker one.]

Also, look who's back! I've got Coco back!

Alright, Acumen.

[No, Simon has not read the pamphlet. He hasn't even seen the welcome basket. All he needed was the welcome message to be provoked. He doesn't realize that this won't get him in direct contact with Acumen. He probably doesn't care.]

JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?

[You can't keep the leader of Team Dai-Gurren down, not when he's got a fiancée to save. As far as Simon's concerned, this is all he has to say. But he still decides to add something to that.]

You know it -- my name is Simon. Simon the Digger, and leader of Team Dai-Gurren. And if you think that you can stop me - stop us - then you're wrong. I don't care how far below the ocean we are, or if you think separating me from the others and Gurren Lagann will stop me, you're completely mistaken. Don't underestimate me. Don't underestimate us!

I will find her, and I will save her. I will fight like hell, and I will never give up!

[Blah blah FIGHTING SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[And then after a minute, his voice lowers. It's much more somber, and only a few notches over a whisper, but that determination is still present.]

Wait for me... Nia. I'll find you. I'll get you back.

[ Most of Sasha's morning had been spent arranging the spare rooms and furniture in her house -- the former because she was expecting people, the latter because one of said people was accident-prone and she hoped that her home would not be a source of pain for him.

Then again, it never hurt to have the first aid kit handy. She only hopes she does not have to use it.

An apron over a turtleneck sweater and a long skirt, she putters about her apartment, getting some ingredients ready: something for soup and some risotto, and tea ready to be brewed. ]


(( OOC: Sasha is expecting Touma Kamijou and Ritsuka. Your character, within good reason, can drop by as well and she is amenable to entertaining them with food and tea. Network calls to Sasha can be placed here as well. ))
 

[Incubator hadn't been made aware of this place before, so he decides to approach the situation with caution. Instead of joining the chorus on the communicator, the small fuzzy creature listened for a while as he examined his welcome basket. Then he paused, trying to psychically search for local magical girls, only to find that his telepathy was greatly limited. It was enough to make a decision or two about his immediate predicament, even if he would have to perform more tests too discern the extent of his new limitations.]

[Eventually, he abandons his basket on the walkway and climbs the nearest tall building with a set of deft jumps. He contorts his body so his paw can reach the communicator. Time for the first test--who can hear him?]

[Voice]

[QB speaks with a rather cute and upbeat voice, sounding almost like it might belong to a child--an effect ruined by his mature word choices. He doesn't address anyone in particular; he appears to be thinking out loud.] Of course there hasn't been a mistake. When every action is a crime, every person is a criminal.

This prison appears to be the result of an advanced culture lacking the ability to consider moral relativism. None of you should feel so alarmed by the accusations. What may have been acceptable on your world doesn't match the legal acceptability of this advanced artificial intelligence.

Committing crimes does not automatically make you a "bad person" by your standards, because your standards were never considered or applied to begin with.

[The glare Arya throws to the device in her hands is no less strong than it is a little silly. snow flakes are caught in her mussed up, messy brown hair and her eyelashes as she blinks them away impatiently.]

I want to see my father. [She has no idea how this device works, but she's heard voices and seen people talking and maybe it was a magic mirror! (like the ones old Nan would tell her in the stories) and if it was it meant that she wasn't alone.] I want to see him! I swear, if you gold cloaks hurt him again I'll take Needle and punch you full of holes. I don't care if I committed crimes, that Joffrey deserved everything, and he deserves more. I'll give him a royal black eye once I get out. And I'll free my father too.

[They're passionate words, surprisingly filled with a loathing that seems beyond her age. She breaks off here and for a moment she looks as vulnerable and small as a girl of twelve should look. it wasn't going to work, she had no idea if this stupid mirror was working and if people were watching. She drops the communicator to her lap, obscuring the view.]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 144th day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

Today, the annual cleaning process begins. Again, the first stage requires an evacuation of the shelter for 24 hours to allow for thorough cleansing and maintenance. Please be prepared to relocate during this time period. It is not optional.

Those who require alternate housing for the night are encouraged to make their way to Sector 5. The bots will lead you to an appropriate apartment building with adequate accommodations.

[This especially applies to new arrivals, and all new arrivals who are restrained will not be given a choice.]

Inmate Hiling Care, the items you requested are available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.

[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]

Hello. [She didn't sleep much last night. The announcement could wait, but she doesn't think it's going to get easier, so sue pushes ahead. She wants to be strong for his sake. To make him proud of the way she's handling his business in his absence and so that Suzaku and Nunnally won't have to worry about her too. She can be there for them instead.]

I regret to tell you all Lelouch vi Britannia has left Marina.

I will be taking over all his administrative duties at the school. Literature and Philosophy classes will be put on hold until a replacement can be found. If anyone is interested in teaching one or both classes or taking up teaching cooking, art or any other subjects we don't currently offer, please contact me. Thank you for your time.

[ the video feed sparks to life, and there's alois trancy's little face in it. he's twinkle-eyed and beaming. ]

Hullo, [ he tweets, with certain satisfaction. nothing too out of the ordinary—that is except for the sure-to-be wicked bruise forming his on right cheek, just under his eye. it's a swollen cherry-pink welt right now, but it'll flourish into unbecoming blacks, purples, and green-yellows within a few hours or so. ]

I dreamt last night. [ this is his sneaky way of saying, 'I slept long enough to have a dream last night.'

as he speaks, bits of his fringe keep billowing up by kinetic wind, before they float back down. the sound of rushing metal scraping against cement announces itself now and then. ] Usually, I would share it with Claude, but well— [ saccharine smile. ] He isn't fucking here.

But— [ ah, another momentary pause so he can twirl around backside first. ] I was thinking, sometimes it's fun to try and figure out what stupid shit your head is trying to tell—

Whoa! [ his face becomes unsteady, for less than half a second his eyes grow wide, that quick metal sound is gone, and then thud. now, the camera gets a shot of side walk and some blades of grass. there's some shuffling noises, and alois reappears, looking undeniably disheveled. ] Anyhow, why don't we talk about dreams?

Tell me yours, if you had any, and if you want to know mine—[ hint, hint. ;_; ]—then say so.




(ooc: optional action post, because he's all over having a time with his new roller skates. also, if you do come up on him, please note that he's all battered up because he ... k- keeps falling and wheeling himself right into things. u_u)

We're getting more snow? I think that's another new thing for me, I've never seen that sort of weather before. It's nice though even it's a bit cold...though from what I heard guess it's normal for this time of year?

About two weeks here already and I'm learning all sorts of different things that don't exist or that I was able to do back where I'm from, it's kind of fun in a way. [Raenef pauses, thinking about something for a moment. Currently he's in the library, kind of flipping through a notebook in his hand, for remembering this stuff mostly] Even these holidays, like Halloween that just passed by a couple of days ago-- we don't have anything like that.

Are there any other types of holidays coming up that I should know about? I think stuff like that might be useful to know.