Hey. [Always weird starting these.] So, the Devil's Compass has a pool table now if anyone is interested. There's a dart board too, [Thinking] and we still have drinks. It's the only place outside of the club you can get alcohol.

Sasha is here tonight too, so we've got pizzas, quiche, and pie. ["Pie" might have come out slightly sighed.] So, stop in. [Should he say bye? Awkward pause. Click.]

(OOC: It's a mingle! If you want to reply directly to the video you can. Please use Sam's comment, because I'm turning off comments!)

[ Subaru is skating along, dressed MUCH warmer compared to normal and she is skating along at minimal power.

Why? Because her partner for the day, Commisar Gaunt, is tagging along with his own inline skates for part of the walk. It's... kind of dangerous. Even though Subaru doesn't expect anything to happen, but that's why she agreed to let him wear those for just one Sector's worth (close to the DF HQ), and only with appropriate safety gear on.

Though they're working, I'm sure they can spare a few moments for anyone who stops them, or rush to the aid of anyone who's having any kind of emergency, no matter how small. ]


((OOC: Subaru and Gaunt are on a Defense Patrol round, and tags can come from either or both! Please specify if you have a preference for who, and also where you bump into them, since they'll be all over the dome.
— Also I am on slowatus all next week due to being out of town, so feel free to skip me on threads unless someone asks Subaru a direct question. OTL))

[ This lady is dressed warmly, hood of her heavy green cloak pulled down to her shoulders, white knitted scarf around her neck. In a jovial but determined voice, she calls out -- ]

Touma Hashiba.

I am hereby calling you out on plans we have made over the last baseball match -- that on the day of the first snowfall, we shall have a snowball fight.

Where would you like for us to duel?


(( OOC Please Read : This post is so very open to all! I would like to draw your attention to the ooc plotting thread in the case your character wants to join in, and the fight will be postponed for better organization on another day. If you feel like handwaving your character voicing their interest, please respond to the ooc thread, or leave an ooc tag here. ))
 

[HI MARINA. HIIIIIII. Yeah so, Regis has had some time to cool down after reacting rather strongly to Seira's ball and chain (YOU STILL HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR, ACUMEN). And during that time, he put something together for you heathens everybody.]

It has come to my attention that this prison is rather lacking in terms of elegance. I have attempted to look beyond this glaring defect, but my efforts were in vain. Because of that, I compiled a graph of sorts, using as a model one of the most elegant people I am honored enough to claim friendship with: Cadis Etrama di Raizel.

I hope it provides an informative introduction.


( NOT IC CUT OKOK )


If anyone has questions or requires further clarification, I will of course be happy to answer.


[ooc; ........I don't even know. BUT I'M NOT SORRY.]

Stop this AT ONCE!

[Anyone in the vicinity of Sector 6 may come across a very grumpy, dishevelled Davros. If they don't, they'd probably still be able to hear his outraged voice carrying for miles... Dragging his ball and chain behind him, attached to his Travel Machine, he looks to be on the edge of exploding with anger amongst the other new inmates being shovelled along towards their daily exercise.]

You will desist! I refuse to be treated in such a HRMNurkHIC!

[The tasers soon cause Davros to quiet down. At least until they reach their destination and are taken to perform their individually specified exercise routines around the athletic complex.]

You want me to do WHAT? Do you have any idea how demeaning that...

[The buzzing of tasers starting up soon causes Davros to remember his manners, who proceeds to lift his single arm up and down in a slow manner while wiggling his fingers one by one.]

This is humiliating...

[ooc: Anybody wanting to join in as new, restricted inmates either on the journey to Sector 6 or at the athletic complex itself please mention in your post which is your preference! Also, anyone who just wants to come along and laugh at/pity the silly mass murderer, feel free!]

[ Seira barely opens her eyes to unfamiliar territory before a message begins to echo in her ear. Certain words stand out to her -- criminal, warden, facility...? Dome? She sits up and looks around at her surroundings -- distinctly not the same surroundings she fell asleep with, she is certain. And there's a ball and chain on her foot? She lifts her foot to examine it, as if that will help -- but of course it doesn't, so she rests her foot again... What is going on? The message ends, and she feels at the communicator on her ear. She isn't exactly sure what to do, and she doesn't see anyone around... ]

Hello?

[ She pauses a moment before trying to focus her mind -- perhaps Regis is nearby? Or the children? Rai, or Frankenstein? Her head is swimming too much for her to currently focus well enough. She sighs. Again her hand finds the communicator on her ear, and she takes it off to look at it. Examining it, unfortunately, doesn't help her understand what it is or what is going on... Perhaps, if she puts it back on, she could try... talking to 'Acumen'? Hmm... She puts it on and looks about again to be sure that no one is around whom she could just ask directly... She feels a bit silly talking to something or someone she isn't even sure is there anymore, but... well, what else can she do? ]

'Acumen'... Where am I?

Look, all I’m saying is-- [The big man cuts off abruptly, placing a hand to his head and looking dazed.] Where the hell am I? [And by that, he means, why isn’t he in a hospital gurney with his life in the questionable hands of Rai and Blondie?]

[He touches his own chest for a moment, and to his surprise, his wound seems to be healed. Roxas really did a number on him—he’ll have to thank the kid again.]

Look, where is everyone? This ain’t funny. [He doesn’t remember that time has passed at all. More memory nuking, hooray!]

[For those of you in the Noblesse household, you may be rudely jolted from your daily activities by a very loud, high-pitched shriek coming from the second floor.

For those paying attention to the network, you will be greeted by a very panicked and very female face, speaking in a voice several pitches higher than normal.]

D-did anyone suddenly turn into a girl?! These....these aren't real, are they?

[And if anyone is at all confused as to what 'these' might be referring to, his look downwards should clear that right up.]

((ooc: action is open to housemates, if they'd like! also, val is too lazy to make icons, so shinwoo looks something like this.)

[Nill hadn't really given this holiday much thought before, but she quite liked it. She was suddenly very, very sparkly after snacking on some of the candy ahead of her plans, but she felt it was pretty fitting considering her costume (tights included, of course. it was getting cold). She was currently standing right outside the shelter, gently rolling back and forth on her heels, waiting for the evening's company.]



((OOC: SO UH. Nill, Alois, and Miwako (the latter two who are currently tiny babbies) decided they were going to go around trick or treating/hang out/etc so they'll have their own thread for idle holiday fun, but! If you'd like them to stop your chara along the street or have them show up at your chara's residence, feel free to tag and get ambushed♥ tricks may or may not be included >_> /eyes Alois))

[ Get out of there, droid. The Pet Cafe is for kitties and doggies and bunnies, not for astromech droids. You aren't even an organic lifeform, so what are you doing with kitty ears and a tail? You may think that you're a kitty, droid, but I bet no one would like it if you tried to curl up on their face. You shouldn't try that, you aren't even fuzzy. ]

MEOW.

This is not amusing!

[Azula could almost break the communicator with the amount of manhandling she's doing to it out of sheer frustration. She's pissed and she has to know a few answers.

She looks completely out of breath - like she's been training all day. Which, to be honest, she has, but even that doesn't usually tucker her out like this.]

Anyone will do-- anyone useful. If Acumen is able to bring us here with little to no effort, I assume Acumen also possesses other capabilities. Those restraints, for one, must be of his own invention.

And now that I have been released- my bending has been more or less returned to me.

However.

There is a slight problem. And anyone who may also have experienced problems with-- powers may come forward. I'm sure it has been such a frustrating experience for you, and I understand completely.

[ This is just a video of Miwako - no cats here! No sir! She looks a little frenzied, but trying to look "natural" and joking~ ]

H-Hi again, everyone!

Ha ha ha! April Fools! Except it's autumn now... Oh no... Uhm-

Mi-Miwako didn't actually get a cat! That was a lie! It was a fake cat, so just so you know, it can't be hurt or kicked or anything so you shouldn't even bother trying. I was just joking! So all the bad guys and cat-haters can rest assured that there's not actually a cat here, so you can't get him, okay? And even if there was actually a cat, I wouldn't let you get him! But there isn't a cat, so don't worry about it!

[ Somewhere off-screen, you might hear a quiet meow, which sets Miwako's teeth on edge. She looks a little frantically at the camera as if it can tell her if that was actually recorded or not, and then hastily cuts the feed.

Miwako is the worst liar ever. ]

[ ooc | inspired by this conversation with Shinji... oy vey. ]

[After that very strange morning, Schuldig is in the park. He's looking for some more amusement. Secretly he is hoping that he will run into someone that he had spoken to before so he could spend some of his energy on something for his own benefit. However, he doesn't care if it is someone that he has never met before. Anything for some fun.

So he is sitting in the park, seemingly minding his own business as he whistles a German tune. He's ever vigilant to see who was passing him by]

[ 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] ))
 

[It's been another busy day, from breakfast on through his chores, but now he's back in his room and left alone with his thoughts about how everything has gone wrong back home. Anyone else might seek out someone to talk to about it, but Moji is not anyone else, and that's the last thing he wants. Instead, he picks a neutral topic to engage people. He chooses voice to hide the obvious bags under his eyes, hoping to avoid questions about his well-being.]

I'm curious about the passage of time here. I've heard a few people say it seems to move more slowly here than in their home world, and I wondered about your theories on that. Is it that time really does move differently on this world, or just a side effect of being taken from our daily lives and responsibilties and having so much more time on our hands?

We may never know the truth, of course, but it's interesting to think about.

[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.

You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.

M-24 was gone. Again.

De--

--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]

...You damn idiot.

[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]

[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.))

Getting cold again. So - what, does this mean Halloween's coming up? Hope no one's planning on throwing another big ass party. [flexes her hands] Yeah yeah, parties in prison? Newsflash newbies, that's all we do around here.

[is she complaining about parties? her brow wrinkles a little.] Anyway, I'm bored. Anyone have any awesome stories to tell? And none of that philosophical, fairy tale kind of shit. Real stories like, war stories, or - dusting vampires stories. [helpful pause] There has to be someone here who's kicked ass before.

[Click. Duo popped up on the screen.]

Hey. I was thinkin' of holding another basketball thing in a few days. Just trying to figure out interest and stuff... see if maybe we can get together an informal game or something. So, uh... lemme know if you're in, okay?

Newbies, too. Though, it might be hard if you're still restrained. Don't worry about it, though. I'll have another one later and you can join in on that.

Thanks! [He gave a quick wave and- click! Gone again.]

[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?


---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]