So how did everyone's dates go at the prom? [teehee] I realize it's long over by now, but I haven't had the time to ask, especially with all the new arrivals.

But I kind of miss it... I loved having the excuse to wear a really fancy dress. I wish I could wear dresses like that every day... [le sigh]



[well, time to finish setting up for Madoka's birthday party! it's a pretty modest affair in Orihime's house -- cake and cupcakes abound, with some little snacky sandwiches for anyone who wants less sugary food, and a few balloons and decorations. Yachiru made her a big decorated card and everything!]

[people who bonded with Madoka already are welcome to show up, and housemates Ukitake and Rapunzel are welcome to introduce themselves! Orihime kind of invited Yachiru and Madoka to stay with everyone.]

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! )

[The dome seems to have settled into a content lull after prom and not even Ryoji is immune - but curled up in the doorway of an empty bedroom, he turns on a feed regardless. He's looking a little more relaxed than normal, but his expression is thoughtful instead of filled with cheer.]

A person told me once - [believable, right?] - about these monsters he used to fight, but he didn't call them monsters. I don't believe he hated them at all, even though he had reason to. He thought was a kindness, to end their lives before they could gain enough self-awareness to realise they've been murdering people.

I never understood why he thought that death was the only right answer.

[There's your daily dose of cryptic, Marina. Complete with a side order of curious lies.

And for those not interested in that, he adds - ]

I hope everyone had fun at the promenade. It's always nice to make happy memories like that.

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.)

[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!

[ a certain someone can be found kneeling in a Marina garden. he's wearing plain clothes today, not his habitual Order uniform, and working his hands in the dirt. his expression is distant, his blue eyes unfocused, and his gardening a little bit inattentive.

he just wants the feel of soil on his hands: the clean, slightly damp sensation of working at a long-time hobby, one his muscles know as well or better than his brain. it's nice not to have to think.

communicator is OFF, but it will still translate you if you come interrupt him. ]

[ 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.

Good morning! [This is Ryoji’s smiling face. It is smiling.] If you’re new to Marina, welcome. It may seem a tad daunting at first, but it’s easy to get settled here. As prisons go, I think we got pretty lucky. Not that it makes up for not being at home, but I hope you can all be happy here. [And he means it.

Now, on to other things.]

I suppose everyone knows about the prom already. [Considering all the posts about it!] I know this is kind of short notice, but would anyone like to go with a friend of mine?

Her name is Mitsuru Kirijo. [Ryoji holds up a photograph. Don’t ask where he got it or why it’s such a poorly taken picture.] She’s nineteen years old and a very nice young lady, very articulate, well read, intelligent – and I imagine she’ll look great in a formal dress. Anyone who is interested can get a hold of me, I’ll have the communicator all day.

[You have to pass Ryoji’s vetting process since jerks and creeps need not apply, but he doesn’t say that.]

[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?

[There is a girl in a tree. She's not very high, but she still looks proud of herself. Her sandals are lying on the ground at the trunk as she leans back against the bark, looking out over the park. The long pink hair doesn't exactly blend in with her surroundings.]

[Private video to Cross]
Cross? I was wondering if you had a moment. [She doesn't sound worried or serious. She's just studiously polite before breaking into the topic.]

Howard?

[you know what your beach was missing? romance. and a green, scaly man-fish, wearing a white wedding dress, bouquet and all, standing waiting in the sand.]

Y' ain't gonna leave yer blushin' bride all alone here like this, no sir. You 'n' me, we got vows to make, memories to start, [he laughs, a snigger of a thing.] marriage to consummate.

I brought some Baileys! [he holds up a shoe. it's got baileys in, don't worry.

in the long, long pause to follow, shoe still held high, you might think he's finished. but oh no, he hasn't got to the most important part yet!]

I'm Old Gregg!

((ooc: creepy fucker here, and occasionally often downright offensive. fond of showing people his questionable genitals. if that's not your cup of tea, i highly suggest steering clear! ♥))

[Have a very familiar looking guy in a dusty trench coat staring seriously into your screens. His eyes are intense and his face is furrowed with the weight of something unknown.]

Wherever this may be, I cannot remain here. There is a war being fought and I must return to it. You do not know the consequences you bring by holding me here. The wrath of Heaven--

[--and he breaks off unable to keep a straight face at that moment and laughing--nervously.]

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. If bad acting is a crime, I will be perfect for every take from now on. Really, I need to get home. If I don't get back, they might give Cas a new body or even write him out of the script altogether! Acting is not something that waits for anyone.

[He holds up a square device about the size of his palm. Some may recognize it as a cellphone.] And doesn't anywhere in this place get internet reception?

{OOC: This is not the real Misha Collins. This is a characterized version of him from season six of Supernatural. Spoilers for that series may be mentioned in some of the threads.}

[ The day so far has been noise, noise, noise. But those who enter Marina’s pizzeria will find the atmosphere strangely… quiet. Overtly quiet. Perhaps it’s peaceful to some – to others, it may be eerie or suffocating. Whether or not you resist or adhere to this silence, most sounds fall short quicker than they normally would. Outside, the clamor returns.

Others may be enjoying their meals at the various tables or coming to pick up orders. One of the aforementioned diners happens to be an older gentleman, something of a rarity in Marina. His dark hair is slicked back against his skull and his skin seems tighter still against his bones. In business attire, he looks much like a man who’s affording himself lunch after an important meeting. A metal-tipped cane leans against the table’s side.

Largely, he seems like no one particularly interesting, just one of the many shades Marina has pass through from time to time. He cuts his pizza apart methodically, his gaze technically on his plate, but far away. He never cuts anything bigger than a bite from his pizza, and takes time after every third bite to dab delicately at his thin lips with a napkin.

His communicator is sitting, abandoned, on the table. Don't worry, though. He'll be able to understand anyone who dares to approach him. ]


(( OOC: Tags will be slow-going since today is a busy day for me! For anyone who isn't familiar, this is Death, from Supernatural. ))

[Ryoji's on a quest today! He has lovely ladies in need of attention, and he'll be damned if he falls down on the job now.]


((OOC: For a certain three, but if you want to tag in as well, feel free to contact me! ♥))

[The video switches on to show a grumpy and disdainful looking cat yawning as he stretches out, taking his time. He looks annoyed by the restraint, tail swishing back and forth abruptly. The bell on his strange collar chimes and it's a strangely resonating sound.]

Well, isn't this unexpected. If this is a prison, not only is the timing terrible but I would have thought that my collar would have been removed if I'm going to be restrained. I don't suppose anyone could oblige?

[He tucks his tail in close, looking bored now if not a bit irritated.]

But as long as I'm going to be stuck here, I don't suppose there is any decent fish to be had besides those swimming above out of reach?

[Every grave in the yard is covered in one or two flowers, courtesy of Sakura. She puts a few more on Gyoro and Ururun's grave before moving on. She doesn't cry. Instead she places the flowers as nicely as possible around one of the graves.]

How are you, Itachi-san? I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner to see you. [arranges the flowers a little more and smiles]

[ooc: a 'year' since Itachi died ;-; you can catch her coming to and fro from the graveyard as well]

[ 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))

[ So... this is actually meant to be a private filter to Ryoji Mochizuki, but as it can be seen, it's a terrible failed filter. The reason for this is that Minato has thought he has filtered this, but it's really hard to really concentrate around a dog running all around, so his filter has kinda been "Ryojawialskjafd-- Lightning Eater, down". Hey hey, he has thought that might work, don't blame him. Therefore, hello, network. You have one (1) male protagonist on screen. ]

[ According to this feed, it seems like he's in a nice kitchen and cooking something along with a window open. From the looks of it, tonight's dinner is some fried rice. It's good to eat some home-cooked food and, y'know, after eating oh-so-many slices of pizza, Minato has been in the mood for some. ]

[ He holds onto the pan's handle while stirring the rice around a few times before finally speaking: ] Dinner's almost done, so come home soo--

[ And then he's interrupted one (1) Lightning Eater running around his feet and just yearning for attention. He loves dogs, don't take him the wrong way, but holy smokes, this dog is either 1) hyperactive or 2) really loves him... ]

[ It jumps around and stands on its hind legs, placing its front paws on Minato's leg. It whines for attention before jumping back down to run around. Just in reaction to this, Minato turns slightly to it and lifts the pan with him. He looks down at it with a small sigh. ]

Lightning Eater, not now--

[ Suddenly, he stops... what is that smell of smoke? It can't be from the fried rice; he's holding the pan right now and there's nothing on the stove top-- except for maybe a curtain. ]

[ He turns towards the stove and plain right there is a nice flower-patterned curtain on fire. Why on Earth has Ryoji thought that placing curtains under a gas stove is a good idea-- ]

[ Minato immediately drops the pan and pulls off his headset, tossing to the ground. Both objects hit the marble-floor with a terrible sound and the video feed ends there. ]

[ brb having a small kitchen fire to take care of ]

(( ooc: slowatus is still on for me, but I'm getting through my tags a lot faster. Will be getting to all my old tags-- I apologize in advance for this! I do hope no one minds backtagging 8( Also, video replies will come after Minato stops this fire... ))

[ since it's raining, and kind of miserably warm, Lavi swallows his dislike of the traditional classroom format and posts a sign on the tree in the park that reads "English Class is moved to Education Center, Room 300". any students who come in will see him sitting at the teacher's desk, feet propped up on the desk as he flips through a thick, old-looking book. ]

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.]

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