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!

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((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!))

[For Ukitake, the move to the shelter has been poorly timed. He was in bed ill the entire day before, catching what sleep he could and nursing cups of hot tea between naps. His coughing, however, has only grown worse, and by now, he really should be at the hospital. He hasn't slept at all in the past twenty hours. The latest coughing fit is bad enough to leave him wheezing for breath even after it's passed. Telltale stains darken the edge of his sleeve and the palm of his hand. He's too weak to go anywhere on his own, though, and so endures until there is help to be had, much as he has always done.]

[ooc: The thread for Zelgadis and Arianna is here and is closed. I'll wait until both have replied to answer with Ukitake, and we can keep that posting order, if that works for you!

Anyone else who'd like to reply is certainly welcome, but please start another thread. I'd like to ask that any visitors to Ukitake be assumed to arrive after the healers have seen him for continuity reasons.

Thanks everyone!]

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!)

So tomorrow Acumen is planning to begin cleaning. It seems a little early, but then again, I suppose not everyone does their annual cleaning before New Year's. Speaking of which, is New Year's observed in Marina? It's an important occasion back home. [Ukitake breaks off to cover a short series of coughs before continuing.]

In any case, it seems the next few days will be quite busy. What provisions have people made for them?

[ooc: Ukitake's going to be quite ill after the move to the Shelter on Day 145, so ICly, he's been feeling under the weather off-and-on since Day 141. I'll be commenting on the Monday meme week-after-next to finalize plans since I have the healers I need, but there's still room for one of Ukitake's friends to call for them (if anyone is interested in doing that) since Ukitake won't be able to do so.

And again, tons of thanks for the gift of paid time. It's so awesome and really sweet.]

[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!]

[Getting away from Saber was slightly easier than before -- one of many things that was becoming irksome. Her distant attitude and near-silence was just getting aggravating. Zelgadis had just gotten used to her regular annoyances.]

[-- and, what he'd said to her a few days ago was eating at him. No matter how upset he was at finding himself re-cursed after one day of freedom, taking it out on other people was low. That was why he'd slipped her earlier today and spent a while in the shelter kitchen.]

[He makes sure she's not home, or at least not in the kitchen, while he brings in what he'd been working on. It only takes a few minutes to set up the table, which he fills with a huge multi-dish dinner. Beef hot-pot, roast chicken with vegetables, a recipe he'd found for something called lasagne, along with rice and several kinds of potatoes. He doesn't know how to make a lot of things, but living on his own for years taught him simple things using a campfire. The kitchen gadgets they had here weren't that complicated. A quick heat spell re-warms it all quite efficiently.]

[He just hopes it'll be enough to forget all that nonsense already.]

( This can't -- be happening )

[His scream can be heard by people in and around Sector 4 -- biting, feral, two thousand days' torment escaping at once. And it won't be hard to trace the sound when its stopped, because what wasn't let out through his throat will likely be suffered by one of the walls in their basement apartment.]

((OOC: Feel free to hear him and barge right in! ...Or wait 'till he punches/blows a hole in the wall and just peer in. Saber may also choose to participate in threads if Ari wants! A-apologies in advance for his unreasonableness OTL))

[At first glance, you might not recognize the human teenager with light hair. He looks nothing like the stoic, stone-skinned and wire-haired man who sulks around in a mask, and he sure acts nothing like him. The boy is smiling, ear to ear, his joy almost infectious -- something one would never see from Zelgadis Greywars. At least not before his "cure."]

[He might be seen running through the park or playing in the water at the beach. Or lying on the grass in short sleeves, just enjoying the crisp weather. You could find him in the pizza parlor, devouring a pile of slices and a stack of sodas with gusto. Or maybe he finds you, eager as he is, for once, to just talk to people and shake their hand.]

[After all, it's a wonderful day.]

[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... )

[One usually composed but now irate Servant appears on screen before you, Marina. Did I mention she's irate? The video is mostly focused on her-- ignore that brief shot of a topless Kitty's back in the background as she centers it okay-- but she hasn't taken the time to get dressed out of her simple nightshirt yet. Rude awakenings like this bring out her priorities]

Ridiculous happenings have never been uncommon in this prison, but this has certainly crossed the line. I know not who is responsible nor how you presumed to have the right to invade the privacy of others, but replacing the one I share a bed with is a serious matter. [So unspoken threat that if she ever finds you, there will be ANGRY WORDS and more had]

Master, if you can hear this please respond. [Her voice becomes more urgent than irritated, a thread of worry slipping into her expression] Or if any happen to have an idea of his current whereabouts, please inform me immediately. His name is Zelgadis, and he often wears a mask and hood.

[Her, overprotective even in a small incident like this? Not at all!]


[[ooc: replies will come tonight after work o/]]

[ 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] ))
 

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.)

[Kitty waits at the designated spot, which just so happens to be her place, at the designated hour and resists the impulse to pull out a cigarette while she waits for Tyki and Zelgadis to arrive.

Nothing like a little pre-prom bloodletting, right? She hopes this goes smoothly or there will be an "I told you so" in her future. Well, that and a mess in her kitchen.]

[For anyone in or about the shelter kitchens, you might hear a loud **CLANG** followed by some low grumbling. And if you follow the sound, you'll find Zelgadis, hood and mask on and doing their job covering his face, but his sleeve is pushed up to expose the skin of his arm. His other hand wields a huge butcher knife, which he holds aloft -- ]

[ -- and then swiftly brings down, directly on his arm. Another **CLANG** sounds and he winces, looking down to find his slate-grey, stone skin completely unharmed. The knife, for its part, is mangled completely, and with another grumble he tosses it to the side, where it joins a growing collection of mangled cutlery.]

[Voice]

[Speaking quickly, as it's evident that he's frustrated,]

Does anyone have any idea how to get blood from a stone?

[Zelgadis is busy staring at the hole his lightning made in the ceiling of his bedroom, while contemplating how he could manage to collect materials for a sword. The boarded up window wasn't helping with the dismayed, unsafe feeling either. Last night's encounter with that black creature that had been gnawing on his head had re-awakened his paranoia. Nothing like being chased by abominable beings to make one a little overly cautious.]

[Nothing for it, now. He'll just get some rest, and hope he wakes up intact this time.]

[The body of Edward Brock could not hold up forever. Soon, the man slipped into unconsciousness after days without sleep, and all of the power and deadly skill of Venom was entrusted to the Other. There was no questioning, no debating--it was simply time for action, so long as the man was asleep and unaware.]

[It was time to feed. Quick and silent, it picked its way through the park, into the apartment complexes. A single bound launched it to the rooftops, and jagged claws threatened to tear straight through the material as it extended its senses, searching for telltale signs of heat and life.]

[It had work to do while the artificial sun was hidden away--work that would ensue its survival.]


( Read more... )

[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~))

[ Touma left the Shelter early after the morning announcement. Yesterday was crazier than usual, and he just holed himself up and nursed his hurt elbow (stupid doors). It's also a good excuse to avoid anyone who could have potentially been from home, until he had a better idea of who they were and when they were from.

Of course, he can't go avoiding people forever, so that's why he's on his way to the coffee shop despite not feeling the most social. Does he ever? ]

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[ Video | Private to Sasha ]
Sasha? Hey. It's Touma. [ Duh, she can see you, idiot. ] I've got some news for you. [ As much as it irritated him, the fact was also a huge relief. ] Don't worry. It's good news.

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((OOC: Touma can be found wandering out of the Shelter, or on his way to/from/inside the Coffee Shop.))

[ A young woman appears on the video feed, but she does not appear to notice that she has company. Her hair is both a shock of green, and simultaneously the most natural color possible. It blends in with the view of the park around her, a closed parasol hanging from the crook of her elbow as she leans down to take in the scent of the plants around her.

When she speaks, her voice is light, almost playful. ] My, you're all doing rather well for yourselves, aren't you? [ Those words are not mean for the ears of anyone witnessing this scene, but rather the flowers whose delicate petals her fingers come close to, but never brush against. Those watching closely might notice the stalks sway and bow toward her outstretched hand as she moves it, but then right themselves once they realize there is no hope of touching her at all. ]

How curious, with the sun so far away. [ She knew what she saw now was a false sky. A look up and something twists her features a little; spite tugs at the edges of her eyes as she squints against the harsh light glaring down into her blood red eyes.

Yuuka brings her parasol to bear, pointing it toward the apex of the dome above, hand gripping the curved handle as if clutching the grip of a gun. ] Would that I could burst this little bubble -- I would ensure you would all go free again. [ People? Who cared about the people here? With a laugh, she slapped the stem of the umbrella to her shoulder and the hood popped open, suddenly covering most of her in an omninous shadow. ]



Wouldn't that be fun~?


((OOC: Pip here, with Yuuka Kazami from Touhou Project, visiting all the gardens and creeping on all the interesting-sounding humans. Enjoy, but please, mind the flowers~))

[Cue a small lord appearing on the feed. He's holding the communicator out and staring into it. His appearance is disheveled and his tie is clearly tied wrong. His eyepatch is practically falling off. He dressed himself this fine morning.

Also, he's pissed.]

Sebastian is not here. [There is no question about it. His butler isn't in the dome.] Your "system" has clearly glitched. Not only has my butler disappeared, but the day has advanced. What is the meaning of this? I want answers.

[There's a shift, and apparently he's crossed his legs. If you listen closely, you might hear the smallest of growls. He's hungry, but he's far too proud to say it. Not to mention his head is literally pounding... Great, his demon is missing, he's hungry and his head hurts. This is clearly an off day.]

Now.