[Allen managed to get to the shelter for breakfast as per his normal. He ate a giant mountain of food, as per his normal. He ate some candy, because it was there. And now...]

[Now he doesn't remember any of that. In fact, he doesn't know how he got here. He doesn't recognize any of the people. The communicator and the robots are kind of terrifying for him, so he skipped out of there and put the communicator away. He doesn't know what happened to his left arm -- why it looks differently, why it's working. Why he looks differently. Why he's older and the last thing he remembered, he was seven years old.]

[He doesn't even know why he's not hungry. That's never happened before.]

[A mistrustful Allen is wandering the streets now, with his hood pulled up self-consciously. Bother him?]



((ooc: sorry for INCREDIBLE LATE; here's memory-loss circus-era Allen. Allen will be speaking ~thick Cockney English~ so pretend I'm tagging as such even when I get too pained to keep typing it))

[Some people may not notice anything. Others may hear the sound of small feet, but not see where they came from. Turn your head too fast and you might just see the tiny figure quickly dodging into the shadows of a building, wild hair all over and pants far too big being held up by a long white ribbon. It's chilly, but she's not wearing shoes.

Some may recognize the hair--or the clothes--but she doesn't recognize anyone. Miranda just wants to go home, but she's too afraid to ask any of the strange adults for help.]

[There's some static at first and then audio, buzzing and krisssssssking with a familiar voice that does not sound quite the same.]

--me, h-how does this contraption wor--[and then there is video and a familiar face is looking with concern and confusion at the screen.]

Oh! [Blink. Surprise. A hand reaches up self-conscious to move a displaced strand of hair--almost as it used to tucking it behind something.]

Hello? Excuse me, I-I am not sure if this is working, but I do believe I'm lost. And I...I don't know how I got here. Am--Am I dead? Because this would be a rather awkward afterlife, indeed.

[Because heaven didn't involve being trapped in a body that wasn't hers last that she knew.]

Even if I... If that is so...this a mistake. Please. If anyone from the Order is here, I need help. Something is very wrong with me.

{OOC: Alma is suffering from memory loss! And has completely forgotten she is Alma. The memory of his past life are not all there, so she'll also been confused about that as she hides out inside the convenient store.}

[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

( And about a half-hour after dark... )

[ rise and shine, Marina. it's barely morning, but you can find Kanda in the training hall in Sector 6, wearing a tight sleeveless top and loose pants, for once out of his Exorcist uniform. he's getting in some practice, going through forms, and occasionally swinging Mugen, his sword, sharply through the air.

come on in and say hi, or get your spar on! he'll be here for most of the morning. ]

[ 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] ))
 

[There is vampire sitting on the ground against a tree in the middle of the butterfly pavilion. Though Zero is an expert at hiding his emotions, those who know him well might notice an aura of confusion and sadness on his normally expressionless face.

Bloody Rose on his lap, his fingers of one hand wrapped around the silver gun as his thumb slid across the cool metal. If anything, Zero looks distracted and lost in his own thoughts as he watches the butterflies dance and weave above him.

Several moments pass until he finally speaks.]

If given a second chance at something you regretted, would it be a waste to make the same choice?

Aheh, um... hi, Marina! [ Oh look, it's the young blue-haired woman from this morning. The one who was called out for the fire "drill". You know... the one that woke up EVERYONE IN THE SHELTER and even soaked a few people?

Yeah. That one!

She clears her throat and straightens herself up. No sense in looking fearful, now! She made her bed, and now it was time to sleep in it. ]

Some of you might not know who I am, so let me introduce myself first. My name is Ser-- [ Oops. Habit. ] Um, Subaru Nakajima. You can call me Subaru!

[ Here she claps her hands together before her face in a pleading gesture. ] I am really, really sorry for the disturbance this morning. That was completely my idea and my fault for waking everyone up before Acumen's announcement, but you see... [ Though she should be rushed -- trying to cover her ass -- Subaru takes a calming breath and tries to take this slow and professionally. ] Yes, Acumen says that the emergency system is functional, and I trust him on that. But, the system can only do so much. It's preparations that you can make, and practice in dealing with emergency situations, that will ultimately ensure that you the best chance of making it out of a real fire alive. [ And not depending on others. ] At least I can say with full confidence that most of you this morning acted quickly and probably would have been just fine if it had been a real fire!

--even if there are some out there who could have paid better attention to the directions, and a few more who seemed to sleep right through it... [ She tries not to sound disappointed, but she's also not going to call anyone out. ]

[ Once more, she puts her hands up and bows her head forward until it touches the edge of her desk. ] Everyone, please forgive me once more for that behavior! [ Raising her head up, she grins a bit. ] I promise, next time, it will not happen unnanounced! [ And there, she waves and cuts off the feed on her end. ]

[Hear that sound? It's the sound of a foot hitting a wall, repeatedly. A girl's gotta work her aggression out somehow, you know? Not like the wall's going to feel anything, anyhow. ENJOY THE SHOW MARINA.

After a few mildly satisfying minutes, Taiga gives up, breathing heavily, face flushed, hair in disarray, hands clenched into fists at her sides.]

A life sentence? You expect me to believe that? You expect me to give in quietly? I refuse.

DO YOU HEAR ME? I. REFUSE.

[No she isn't on the verge of tears what are you talking about.]

That baseball game was kind of fun. But I heard that there weren't going to be any more for a while, is that true? Why is that?

[specifically, he enjoyed Suzaku's team losing, but. hey, it looked like it was almost as fun as soccer! but it seems like it's too late to look into it now...]

[after a beat, kicking back against the inside wall of the clocktower]

--Hey, Anya. I want to show you something. Are you free?


((ooc: shortly before "sunset"))

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.))

[ 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. ]

[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 ))

A prison, oh dear.

Look, here's the deal. I'm just a gecko who helps people save 'undreds of dollars on their car insurance by switching 'em to Geico. It's a good job, workin' for the third largest insurance company in America. People ask me to sit their kids, I get invited to parties...

I feel like I don't really deserve to be thrown into jail for givin' out free money. Like, if your best mate gave you a good bit of cash, you wouldn't throw 'em in the clink, would ya?

It don't make no sense to me.

[He runs his hands over the headset one more time before cautiously placing it back on his head] Hello. [...This is so weird.] ...I don't suppose anyone has a map in braille I could use?

[ Marina, you are being treated to the face of this incredibly handsome dwarf. look at those sparkling eyes, full of strong emotion. look at that noble brow, gentled just perfectly by that smart widow's peak. that wonderful, expressive mouth...

which is currently expressing a frown. ] Prison, hm? Well, it's not the first time, though I prefer not to make a habit of it. Given my surroundings, I will wager Acumen is not employed by the Chantry or the City Guard. It's like a madman's tale; like something I, myself, would spin over a pint bought by someone else's coin.

However, my good audience, I have a question of the utmost importance.

[ his expression goes cold. ] Who kidnapped Bianca?

[ a beat, and then he smiles. ] Answer truly, and we can all be friends.

[There's a young man standing in a hall, hand to his head as though he's trying to keep it from toppling. After a few moments, he straightens up and shakes off whatever it is that's bothering him, or tries to, only to wince in discomfort an instant later. He looks a little banged up, sweat and dirt dried against his skin. Darker marks--blood maybe?--can be seen in a couple of places on his person. He blinks glowing eyes and looks around, shock clear on his features. He doesn't recognize this place.]

Cloud? Cloud?

[the communicator is on Roxas, who is shirtless in the water at the beach, nearly up to his waist. he's paying close attention to the water rather than the communicator, and then -- suddenly ducks down, reaching into the water with a huge splash, and successfully pulling out a large thrashing fish gripped between his hands. he's grinning broadly, and addresses the communicator]

Now -- this is what I think of when people say they're going to catch some fish. [laughing] Why would anyone do it that slow way?


((ooc: video is filtered from castmates, but action is open to anyone, if you want to hunt him down in person! he is a tiny bit tipsy))

[voice]

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!



[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]