[Good day Marina you are gifted with this stunning blue visage for once. He knows he may get some flailing at his skin tone but you see, he has a purpose for this, because there will be a much bigger distraction in a moment.]

So, I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. [Is he serious? It's hard to say, he sounds almost too sugary sweet and that smile on his face is far from innocent.]

While everyone was out last night I took the time to get familiar with the dome and some of it's sectors. It looks like some of you have made yourself at home outside the shelter... That's nice. [He's not trying very hard at sounding like he's happy for you. ]

But what I couldn't believe was the fact I saw an actual MANSION as well. I couldn't help myself of course, I had to go check it out. And guess what I found?

[The camera moves off of him, being careful not to give away his location, to point at the stuff he's got laid out over the floor. Some of you folks might recognize the gadgets -- it's mostly gadgets, like a radio or other, more odd looking things -- or clothing and... He picks up a handful of pictures and fans them out. There's a bunch of the host club members in them it seems.]

A certain someone has a really strange obsession of collecting pictures of people. I think he was even keeping data on them... [And back to him with a pointed look of mock concern into the camera. We have a weirdo in this prison WATCH OUT! Then a snicker and an all too satisfied grin.]

I'd watch your backs Marina and.... maybe keep a better eye on your stuff too. [A wave before he reaches over to turn the feed off.]

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[Helix will be gathering up most of this stuff and shoving it back into a pillow case. Some of the clothing and other items he took from the stores are staying, but the stuff he took from other people are being hidden away for the time being. He'll just be slinging that pack of stuff over his shoulder and carrying it out to the hiding spot he staked out earlier.]

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 Host Club would like to extend a welcome to all the new inmates arriving today. [Have a polite smile.] We sincerely hope your transition into your new accommodations proceeds smoothly and efficiently.

If you find yourself interested in meeting your fellow inmates, there are several events upcoming that may be of interest to you.

Miss Kohran Li has assembled a Talent Show this evening to be held in Sector 4, featuring dancing, singing, and a variety of other talents. And tomorrow will be the Marina Academy's first promenade, to be held in the park in Sector 4. Formal dress is expected.

[And because no announcement is ever complete if it doesn't include an advertisment for the Host Club:]

For those of you planning to attend prom, the Host Club will be in the Athletic Complex if you should require basic dancing lessons, advice on the latest fashions, and anything else you might need to prepare for the upcoming event.

[And Kyouya + various other people will be at the athletic complex, ready to do what they do best.]

((ooc: Sort of spur-of-the-moment (sorry Host Club!) so current members needn't tag in if they don't want (we can always handwave or whatnot). Otherwise, general mingle post.))

[ This lady's in high spirits and bursting with energy as she opens her broadcast. ]

Good morning everyone! And for the newcomers, Welcome to Marina! I'm Kohran Li and it's my pleasure to announce that tonight we're holding the Marina Talent Show! Thank you for the reminders too, Acumen-han!

[ She moves aside to reveal the stage being set up a little distance off behind her. ]

It'll be held at 7pm at the Sector Four park so I hope you'll join us for an evening of music and fun! For questions and concerns, just give me a call! Good day to you all!

[ She signs off, not allowing the broadcast show the worry on her face. She just heard the broadcast that Nakama was gone, and she hasn't heard from Kaworu either. That's one volunteer and one performer down. But as they say, the show must go on... ]


(( OOC: There will be a Talent Show mingle post later in this dayweek! Any questions or network communications for Kohran in the morning go here! ))

[Fuuma is in Greed's bar tonight, drinking. he's nursing his third beer and seems to be somewhat wobbly, and his familiar smile is still on his face as he looks down at the amber drink, but it's vague, almost as if he's forgotten it's there.]

[someone important to him is gone, Marina! but he's not drinking because he's sad]

[he's drinking because it makes him a little nervous]

[he might go to Kamui's place after this]


((ooc: you can find Fuuma in the bar, or heading out to Kamui's later in the evening, just make it clear in your tag!))

[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.]

So, does anyone here have money? [Allen is very relaxed this evening, reclining on his couch with his dog and playing idly with a woman's wallet between his fingers]

Of course there isn't any money in this place. It's all just worthless pieces of paper and lumps of metal, since everything is free. But I'm curious if anyone still has their wallets from when they first arrived, and what might be in them. We probably have a lot of different currency here, when you actually think about it.

I want to -- compare.

[and possibly con you into giving it to him! ♥ ]

[Richie has been planning this for days now and he thought about just doing it himself, but he hadn't done a horror movie marathon by himself in years. Usually he and Virgil watched the movies together, talking over each other and criticizing whatever was on the screen.

So why not invite some friends to the fun?]

Hey, who here loves a good movie? A bad movie? What about zombies? Because I'm setting up a running of the Zombie Island movies at the theater and whoever wants to come can! If you've never heard of Zombie Island, then you're missing out. Nothing better than watching a good horror movie in the middle of the day, right?

[He laughs and scratches the back of his head.] I'll probably be starting the first movie in about an hour and I made sure that the robots have super extra buttered popcorn. Can't have a horror movie without that. Still thinking about whether or not chilli fries would be pushing it.

[He'll be inside the movie theater, getting the movies set up. There will be four movies, each one having a ten minute intermission between them running until after dark. Just follow the directions of the black poster sitting right outside of the correct room.]

{OOC: Links lead to the summaries for the movies. You don't even have to speak to Richie at the theater, just mingle amongst yourselves. The link to the movies provides summaries, but if they're too long, just respond to that post and I'll add bullet-point plotlines.}

[The training the previous day with Ryo and Touma had only left him feeling both set back and determined. The armors were gone for them--for now, possibly, the thought stays, but Seiji doesn't focus on it--but the power is there. He can feel it.

The butterfly pavilion is quiet, peaceful, soothing, and he sits neatly on the ground, tuning into the loudness of the silence. The flapping of the fragile, gossamer wings. The inhalation of air into his own lungs. The sound of his heart beating. He lets the world fall away and reaches inside of himself for the power that is there, blocked--disconnected.

But he cannot stop trying.

Unbeknownst to Seiji, his body has begun to glow, ever so lightly, the kanji for "spirit" glowing on his brow. It's as if his skin has been covered with a gentle ambiance of light with no source. It is all that he can achieve, but it's also something that may attract attention.]

{OOC: Nothing flashy, since Seiji doesn't have that kind of power himself, but he'll keep trying anyway.}

Thank god all those people are gone. This place is crowded enough without Acumen going haywire. This is the second time it's done that. First monsters, and then accidental arrests - the robot is totally losing its touch.

So. [ she sounds cheery! beware ] Name something you hate about this place. [ she's just full of positive thinking ] I can't be the only one that can't stand Marina.

[A masked man dressed all in black appears on the video, a little smile on his face.]

Well, you don't see this every day. I'm used to being surrounded by water but this is a bit much, don't you think?

[a low, male voice] It's getting real boring around here lately.

Even the new arrivals aren't as interesting as they used to be. All the flailing and all the distress has just sort of become quiet resignation! Boring, boring, boring. [a more tenor male voice]

[and finally, a sweet female voice] Oh, darlings, that's a little harsh. It's in the nature of such creatures to become more efficient and less chaotic, don't you think? They're beings of order.

They could be orderly in a more interesting manner, couldn't they? [this voice and the female voice giggle together, sharing in the joke]

Well, regardless, we've decided to spice things up a little.

Yes, that's right! We love some good chaos. And we had some good chaos a few months ago, so we thought -- let's do that again!

Do try to have a little bit of fun, won't you? Go with it, enjoy yourselves! Try to smile every now and again, it's healthy.

[there's a brief pause for the three of them to giggle together, before the sly tenor adds]

Oh, and-- Whining is dreadfully boring. We won't put up with any nonsense like that, so we'll entertain any questions or comments, but if you want to chat, please make it -- you know. Something interesting?

MASS MAILERS

• To both baseball teams, cheerleaders, and staff: an envelope from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Wayward Vagabond: a package from Nakama & PM.
  
• Eridan Ampora: a package from Schuldig.
  
  NEW PENPAL MATCHUPS
  
• Orihime & Alucard
  
• MOMO & Jennifer
  
• Yuuri & Minako
  
• Gaunt & Rapunzel

[It's a nice and busy day for PM--so many new inmates to greet, and mail to deliver, too! With the help of her volunteers, everything is kept running nice and smooth. Or PM hopes it will be smooth, as a number of her volunteers are still green around the edges, but she'll work with them as best as she can. This is the kind of day they exist for, after all!]

[Whether it's on the route or at the post office, your friendly neighborhood mail lady and her army collection of helpers are ready to help! Or possibly just give out sheets of bubble wrap to pop.]

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[ Hey! Hey Duo, hey! Have a familiar voice call you early in the morning~ ]

Good morning Duo-han~!

Are you doing anything today?

[ Yup! Someone's relatively cheerful today, excited to get to work! ]

[Yuuri is still hanging out at the baseball field after that morning's practice going over things with Murata when he makes a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!]

We need more baseball players!

Who else wants to play that isn't already? Or who just started because sometimes I forget to actually write it down or tell Murata. Oh! That's right. Murata is back to be our manager again. [The video pans over to another Japanese boy. Wave to the people, Murata. And now it snaps back to Yuuri.]

Suzaku, we should probably talk about when we're going to have our games before it's suddenly winter or the field is covered with dinosaurs or made of marshmallows or anything like that.


(OOC: I try to keep the roster up-to-date, but sometimes I fail, so if you should be on there but you don't have time to tag in ICly, just drop me an OOC note here or in IM or plurk.)

[ Her day had started out WONDERFULLY. She had just received the materials she needed for PM's Mail Bike and she was SO EXCITED -- EXCITED! -- to work on the thing that she didn't bother changing out of her dress! However, things she has seen in the Workshop -- or rather, what she has not seen -- has lead to the sour face the network is seeing now. ]

Tools and materials are missing from the Workshop. And I don't mean just one or two, but a whole bunch of 'em.

Whoever took 'em, bring 'em back now.

[ Voice clipped in barely controlled nerdrage temper. Yes, that is the same girl calling for talents and volunteers for the Talent Show and she is not happy. No one desecrates the holy grounds of a mechanic! ]


(( OOC: As ooc-ly plotted with Parsnip, a certain demon hunter has pilfered a good number of the tools from the Workshop and Kohran doesn't know~ ))
 

[Action]

[Anyone walking near the dojo will hear the strange sound of... well, what sounds like a rapid-fire machine gun pounding against wood. Chun-Li is expertly balanced on one leg, and the other is striking the training dummy so quickly that it's little more than a blur of motion. After one-hundred lightning fast kicks, she pauses to take a breather. Wisps of her hair are trying to force their way out of her baos, signaling that she's been at this for quite some time. At least the rain is keeping her cool, and it makes footing a bit slick, but that's good for training in its own way.]

[Video]

Phew! The rain feels really nice after all this heat, huh? [She's tired, she's soaking wet, but the grin that has lit up her whole face can only be described as infectious. She's feeling very good after her morning workout.] Does it rain here often?

[For the last two days that Ed had been in Marina, she had been scouring the network, checking everything from the journals to all the information about Acumen and Sentience. Sorting through inmate information and data, the standard operations of the bots and layout of the prison in the early hours she began to sway side to side wearily after finally calming down.

Though after two days without sleep and with the trickling rain, what would be better than a nap. At first she had fallen asleep right at the kiosk, just after having asked Acumen a favor, curling up under the ledge of the building.]

((ooc: Ed fell asleep at the Kiosk but feel free to find her anywhere in the area; she has been known to sleepwalk or might have been nudged to move by someone passing by.))

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

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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