[ Closed ]
[ The Engineer's prank had been distracting and admittedly overwhelming, and thus Dance Classes were not held as planned. However, there were things to prepare for, and having a word with his twin during this time is quite apt. ]


[ Open ]
[ After dancing, Ribbons decides to take a seat on the bleachers of the Open Field, a sealed container of apple slices atop his lap, and absently watching those who may be there for a game or a jog or whatever else.

He thinks about the people who had come from home, like ghosts from the past coming to haunt him. Is this how the path to repentance looks like? ]


[ Voice/Private to Euphie ]
[ It has been a while since they last spoke -- he barely remembers anymore -- but now that they will be working together for the upcoming Promenade, he opens a call. ]

Good day to you, Euphie. Do you have a few moments to spare?


(( OOC: A wild Ribbons appears! Come snap him out of his reverie? :3c This post can also be for any network calls in the case anyone needs to reach him. ))

[Sometime around noon, very cute little white animal can be found wandering the dome. Though he wears a communicator, he hasn't really made much of a fuss about being here, or spoken up often at all. In fact, despite showing himself publicly, he seems pretty content to keep to himself.]

[Unless, of course, you're a teenaged girl. In which case, you may find him in your path, seated on his haunches or walking quietly behind you. Unblinking, a smile on his cute little face, his tail slowly swishing back and forth, back and forth, waiting politely to make conversation...]

--
((OOC: I apologize forever.))

[Starting from about mid-morning, the education center's craft room will be open and ready for the members of, and those curious about, the Sewing Club! Piles of fabric and patterns are there for those without inspiration, and of course, there are plenty of sewing machines open for those with it. There are also snacks and drinks set up on nearby tables, and relaxing but upbeat music wafts through the room.

There was a (handwaved) announcement earlier in the morning, with directions to the building and the room, so anyone is free to drop by and see what it's all about.]

((ooc: if you'll only be there for a short or particular time, please indicate it in the subject line! otherwise, just have fun XD))

[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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[Lind is not in the best of moods today. As much as he'd like to move on past what's been happening lately...it is really hard to pretend you're fine when you've suddenly lost your world, you know. Particularly when that person is right there, but there's nothing you can do to regain it.

He's already talked with his youngest brother about this, though he suspects it was more because Agito's not impressed with him worrying Akito about this. Despite that, the dark's left him with a new idea, and he's thinking on it while trying to keep appearances up. That's kind of hard to do though.

For the moment, he's resting on a bench in the park. The grass nearby has several dozen lines criss-crossing it where the ground's been torn up, scar marks from his AT. One leg is drawn to his chest, head resting against his knee. A break from the riding, and to think...]

[ He is moving around the Athletic Complex, trying to find the right place with a mat to practice on. The training hall seemed crowded earlier, so he made a quick call to change the rendezvous point for the meeting. Neil was going to help Lacus with a few self-defense tips (training that he, himself, has has little use for since their operations properly began back home) before she went seeking other, less trustworthy teachers. It's not his favorite idea, but it's preferable to having her be helpless in the future...

He has a small bag slung over his shoulder and his orange partner Haro bouncing along beside him. Since he has some time, he might as well get some training in on his own.

...or with company? ]

((ooc: You can catch Neil in Sector 6, either getting ready to swim, jog, or lift some weights.))

[Really, everything was going more smoothly than planned. Stalking the rooftops a little over an hour before the party was set to start had shown that Hokuto had managed to drag both Kamui and Subaru out of their house as requested. Really, getting both Subaru and Kamui out of their house for long enough had been the only problematic point in his plan. Now that it was taken care of, all he had to do was make sure they were well out of sight, and jump down to head across the way to their house. The front door to the house wasn't even locked. It was almost too easy.]

[Fuuma didn't bother setting anything too fancy up. He just tied a few balloons to the legs of the kitchen table, and taped a "Happy Birthday!" banner up on the wall - good luck getting that down later Kamui and Subaru, it's pretty obvious a tall person put it up there. He figured the party would be enough of an excess in Kamui's mind, so there was no point in going overboard with decorations.]

[Food, on the other hand, he had tried getting a bit fancier with. Not like he had anything better to do here. There's two red velvet cakes with butter-cream icing set out, a large quantity of vanilla ice cream, and an equally large fruit platter. It's rather obvious who the food was catered to, and Fuuma honestly didn't care that much if there was someone who hated all of it. Of course by the time people start showing up, he'll be gone anyways, so there won't be anyone to make complaints to.]


((OOC: It's Kamui's birthday! If you got an invite or word of mouth from someone who got an invite (AKA you just want your character to join in for great justice), feel free to tag in. This Fuuma isn't going to be at the party at all, so mingle with other people, bug Kamui, eat cake, and all that jazz.))

[MOMO is out walking with her puppy this evening. They're enjoying the warmer weather, and have just eaten dinner, so it's time for puppy's night time walk before bed.

Care to run into them?]

[ Yes, it's that time again, Marina. Jeanne's smiling face is viewable, with a blank TV screen on its stand to one side of her, and a whiteboard to the other. ] Hello everyone! I just wanted remind everyone -- especially since we have so many newcomers -- that my sign language class is meeting today in a half hour. It's going to be a short lesson, just to see how everyone is doing so far, or to introduce new students, and also...

[ And here Jeanne should have filtered it, but neglects to. ] I'll be hosting another spa gathering for all you ladies out there. For those who've never been, my name is Jeanne Fránçaix, and I do this from time-to-time because I think it's a great way to relax, trade ~gossip~ and just get to know each other better. It'll be at the public baths in Sector 6 as usual, starting at around 5!

[ She puts a finger to her chin. ] Hmm, I think I should try to make these more fun with themes, or something like that, but I don't really have any ideas. I'll look for your suggestions when you stop by. [ A wave. ] I hope to see many of you later!


((ooc: Three sections to this post for contacting her! Voice calls, during Class with Jeanne or to mingle with classmates, and Spa for a thread with just Jeanne.

The entire rest of the post is for Spa mingling, and open to all women in Marina -- or party crashers, since she didn't filter this. Have at it! /o/ ))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Miles Edgeworth: a letter from Alexis.
  
• Sasha: a letter from Revive.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To ( Recipients! ): a mass mailer from Fuuma Monou anonymous.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Axel: a package from Wolfram.

[Action]

[Even with the invitations to hand out, today is significantly more laid back for PM, without all the rushing around and chaos of the day before. Since it is a new inmate day, she's looking forward to spreading the good word of the post office. As always.]

[Maybe tomorrow she will gather up her new volunteers for uniforms and training...]

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[ Even though it's really late, the Shelter wasn't as quiet as it usually was. Subaru is in her pajamas, laying on her stomach over a stack of pillows on the couch in her room. The only light in the tiny block comes from several projected screens that float in the air, surrounding the bed. Only a handful show anything -- that "anything" being the telltale snow of dead air. ]

Has anyone ever tried calling home from here? I don't mean through Acumen. I mean with technology, telepathy, or whatever you've got?

[ She sighs, going quiet in the face of her own failed attempts. If she could only get so much as a reading from the outside world that would be enough for her, but for days, all she finds is static. ] Nothing...

( Waking up )

[That finished she set an encoded channel for the rest of the Defense Force.]

Was anyone up for the early shift or for Acumen's message?

[And she is just going to tighten the encoding a little further to those on the force from Allen's homeworld plus Suzaku.]

Could Road have done something to us last night? Noah of dreams, right? Maybe she wasn't thrilled about Tyki getting hurt?

[You're running.

You don't know why you're running, just that you blink and suddenly you are running. Everything looks so big. Too big. Tables, chairs, even flower pots are towering over you.

You need to hide. If you don't hide, she'll find you. You don't want her to find you. You want to win. You have to win.

The light, inquisitive booms from above and heavy footsteps echo as she nears.]

Now where could Pascal be~?

[Where can you hide? Behind the flowers, in the bush, in a cupboard with the pots and pans? Don't let her find you. It's 24:0 and this time you intend to win.

But...who's Pascal?]

{OOC: Enjoy a game of hide and seek! Anyone who tags in will be shrunk to the size of a cute little chameleon and Rapunzel will think you are Pascal. Of course, you will look like yourself and even think like yourselves, but for some reason you also know you are meant to be Pascal. Can you beat the champ at her own game? I'm sorry that tags will be so slow. I wanted this up before I lose the chance.}

{OOC: Spoiler-ness for Xenosaga 1 and 2.}

( Dream One - Daddy )

( Dream Two - Miltia )

( Dream Three - Der Wille zur Macht )

( Dream Four - Jenseits von Gut und Böse )

{OOC2: Editted because lack of closing cut tags made dreams disappear. O.O}

Track 1: Trau, schau, wem!

[Welcome to the CBS Celestial Being. From this colony spaceship overlooking the Earth, humanity is ruled over by the gods of this new world. Victorious over the terrorists who dared challenge them, the Innovades are revered as the saviors of mankind. Years have passed since then and the peace is strictly enforced.

In Ribbons' absence, Hiling was left in charge. Having no pressing matters to attend to, she can do as she pleases. But a peaceful world means no battles for her to fight. She often grows restless with boredom. Occasionally, she will invite a guest to entertain her, though if she requires attention at that very moment, a servant will do. A number of captives are also kept for this purpose if she happens to be in the mood. She hums a tune to herself as she enters the room, flanked by two taller Innovades, and favors the occupant with a small smile.]


Track 2: Human After All

[The only light in the room comes from the soft glow of a clear chamber. The sleeping form inside is recognizable as Hiling, only with certain modifications. From what is visible, one might notice her figure is distinctly feminine, in contrast to her usual ambiguous form. Somehow, she has become human. She begins to stir and open her eyes.]

Good afternoon, fellow inmates. This is Light Yagami.

To better predict the pattern at which the stabilizer functions, I'd like to conduct a bit of a survey myself, just as Mister Holmes had done just a while ago.

If each of you don't mind, do reply to this post with the following:

1. Whether or not you are human. If no, please specify what you are, exactly
2. Your origin world or planet, and the respective country if any
3. Your gender and age

If you would like to remain anonymous for this survey, by all means, go without providing your name - it would not affect the survey results in any way. The results will be broadcasted later on, just as Mister Holmes has done. But in this instance, if you would like copies of the results, feel free to leave me your name, so I may send you a copy through the mail.

Thank you.

Well, my fellow residents, it seems we may have something of a dangerous situation on our hands!

Assuming I'm not making an incorrect assumption, that is.

[There's a very brief pause.] So let's sort this out, hm? When we're... incarcerated, things such a weapons are generally confiscated, correct? Some of those who've earned a position on the Defense Force, however, are permitted to carry them.

Please, do correct me if I'm wrong. [Though he's nearly positive that he isn't; based on what he's seen and his own experience. Carrying only a small switchblade which is now gone... it made sense to him.]

Does storing a weapon in one's own body make them exempt from standard practice?

[A half-hearted, unamused chuckle.] That's a dangerous way of handling things. Interesting, I suppose, though it does seem to defeat the purpose.


Well, unless I've missed some pertinent information, of course. Really, that's all I was curious about, so I think I'll be on my way for the time being.

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

Floating lantern display? I haven't seen one of those before. Has anyone here seen them?