[Good morning, Marina. Someone isn't fond of sweets, but Minako may or may not have made him slightly curious about this 'Halloween' thing, and now he's seven-years-old and his last memory is that he was about to come home from the Ninja Academy. Not only he's confused, but he's extraordinarily on edge at being in this strange, new place.]

...Where am I? Kaasan? Tousan?

[A beat--]...Nii-san?

Houheo taralna, rondero tarel!

[ four days really isn't that long, it isn't even a week. to be fair, it hasn't even been a full four days, but even a day is enough time. enough time to feel stretched out and much too, painfully long. it's amplified by the knowledge that he and claude faustus are not only kilometers apart, but thousands and thousands of leagues. then, kilometers and maybe even much further because he doubts he's even on earth anymore. (that, in itself, is still a thought he has trouble settling into the idea of.) ]

Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! Houheo taralna, rondero tarel! [ 'houheo taralna, rondero tarel'—it's an incantation. fairies' spell. it sounds a lot like latin, but it's just gibberish. even so, it's the 'spell' that brought alois trancy a demon, a demon called claude faustus, and it's the incantation that works like a heavy-handed signature on their contract. whenever alois desperately wants something done, he chants this. whenever he wants claude, he chants this. claude isn't allowed to refuse it; he should come to it beck and call again and again and again, no matter how many times its said.

and in marina asylum, specifically, it's been called out well over hundreds of times. ]
( the rest cut, because apparently i don't know how not to teal deer, but aight. :/ )




(ooc: *s- so, bearing in mind that kindly mister Flynn Scifo will be the one to calm him down before he gets too out of hand [he's already pretty much there, given that he's only a human kid], i'd be happy to have anyone else interact with him while he's like this. just ... be prepared for a lot of getting-no-where. he's feeling very desperate and passionate and hopeless.

also! it isn't just silly convenience store plates. he's gone through some of the clothes at the clothing store and ripped buttons off things or shirt sleeves off the arms and he's ruined library books. back home, claude would have taken care of it by now, but he's really, really pissed off today, so. yep. anywho, if you want to interact with him in the clothing store/library instead, go for it. like i said, he's really pissed off, so if you are okay with him lashing out at your character let me know. he won't do much worse than hitting, and bruising would be up to you. he projects a lot, so even if he doesn't have a personal issue with them, he could be provoked depending on how the conversation goes.

TL;DR: he's having a fucking tantrum, omg. all dis drama.)

[See a Fuuma, once again taking over a kitchen in the shelter to make a great big mess and not have to clean it up himself. Because he is lazy. More importantly, he's got ten large pumpkins, and some carving tools - the kid friendly kind, save for maybe one big sharp kitchen knife. There is also two bowls, one for pumpkin guts, and another for seeds. Why waste them when you can toast them and eat them, right? Right. He also managed to get a book of patterns to carve, for those not-artistic people like himself.]

Since Halloween's tomorrow, I thought it might be fun to carve some Jack-o-lanterns. I've got ten pumpkins, so I wouldn't mind some company. Or you can just take one home, if you'd like.

[Five days since his... minor argument with Karen, and his hands are healed completely. Now he just has to wait two more days. And then...]


((OOC: Open to everyone! Also if you want to do mingle-y things, that's more than welcome, I don't mind. But he does only have ten pumpkins, so first come, first serve.))

[ action ]

[ Currently in a front of a convenience store, Setsuna stands there with a faintly blank expression. But if one can look harder, he's actually pondering about something.

Pondering. While drinking out of a milk carton.

He's thinking about what he could practice cooking for breakfast today. He's getting sick of butter and toast. Plus, it's about time that he moved on from just toasting bread. ]

Hm.

[ A light glance to the side, he notices one of the bots pass by peacefully. He would ask the bot for thoughts, but... they don't even eat. It would feel silly.

... He'll just make a short network inquiry instead. Afterwards, he can properly shop for what he needs. ]


[ video ]

[ Setsuna slightly lowers his milk carton down. Though, the straw is still visible in view. The background clearly displays the front of the convenience store. He remains with that unchanged expression. ]

Marina Asylum. Good morning.

[...] I wish to inquire: What is your preferred breakfast?

[ and a tinier voice, while eyeing to the side (he didn't mean to mumble this one): ] Do the bots eat?

[Hello, Marina. Gazelle hasn't used the communicator very often (at least not where she's using it to post) so bare with her for a moment as she fiddles with the device to be extra sure it's on and working. Finally when she's 100% sure it is, she smiles a little victoriously.]

[And now it's question time, people!] Oh, hey. If anyone can hear me, can you tell me who I talk to... to get to go to school here?

[pause, pause]

Um, because I forgot --But! I really want to go, though.

[Kallen's just sitting in a chair, dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair is still a little damp from her morning shower, but it's clear she's just been lounging around lazily for a while]

It's been two weeks, now. It's strange... it really feels like a lot longer. I'm wondering if anyone else feels the same way.

[She's so used to fast-paced action, strategies, and fighting. Or being held captive. Either way, she's feeling restless. And with a sigh, she finally gets up from her chair, looking a little tsun.]

I guess I should...go ahead and get ready.

[For her laundry date?!]

Not like I need to do much for-- Ack!

[The tie around her waist, however, gets caught on the armrest, unraveling and allowing her robe to fall open. There's a stretch of smooth, pale skin - from the center of her chest diagonaling down to thigh. It's only a glimpse, though, before she quickly closes her robe once more, blushing bright.]

I'll see you later, Gino!

[ANGRILY SHUTS OFF THE VIDEO AS IF IT WERE SOMEHOW HIS FAULT]

[Akito's had a mission in mind today. He feels like cooking something! But the question is, what exactly?

So he's settled on a bench in the park, cookbook in his lap. Currently he's flicking through the cake section. Because cake is delicious and he needs to know how to make it. He's done muffins before, cake surely can't be much harder. But what kind...chocolate, ice-cream, coconut? So many choices, so little time.

Thankfully he's stocked up, a bottle of chocolate milk in hand, straw already ready to go. There's a bag of various cake ingredients next to him, too much to carry by himself. But his others had a small disagreement and are currently in the middle of aggressive negotiations overhead, so he's just waiting until one of them comes back to help him. Hence the research!

He wouldn't mind company though]

...bottom of the ocean. Again. Wonderful.

[ not the first time he's been down to the bottom, thanks to the fledgling initiative during world war ii. it is, however, the first time someone's tossed him down this far with the intents of holding him here for the crimes he's committed. he won't contest that he's deserving of this, given all he did during his soulless years, but the timing couldn't be worse. ]

You know, I really don't have time for this. Thanks, but no thanks for the accommodations. Bring down your hammer of justice another time. I've got more important things to do than indulge some Holier Than Thou on a quest for reparation. Been there, done that.

[ -- HOLD ON A SECOND. ]

Eloquois Ocean. What dimension is this?

So it's true...

[At first all that broadcasts is a soft, thoughtful male voice, but this is soon followed by a delicate young face framed by shaggy golden brown hair. Anyone who saw Nakama's picture of the pilots hanging in her living room just might recognise him. His eyes are gentle, totally unfrightened, and he speaks with a measured calm that doesn't seem to be at all forced.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Kunihiko Moji, and I just got here. I'd like to thank the people who made the basket and the pamphlet, since they've helped me figure out most of what's happened, but I do have a question for anyone who might have more information on these doubles who were apparently sent to replace us? Any help would be appreciated.

[A brief pause, and then, a bit more seriously:] And if any of my friends are here, I'd like to talk to you. I think there's something you should know.

[For those that know Hokuto the scene will be an unfamiliar one. There are clothes on the bed and floor, precious outfits that are now wrinkled, disarranged and no longer coordinated. Worse yet it seems that the drawers match as well with several articles of clothing hanging out of each and nothing hidden.

Hokuto seems to twitch for a few moments not saying anything as the anger seems to build. Almost distorting the area around her when she finally burts, hopefully you weren't still trying to sleep. If so maybe her twin will apologize because she won't be doing it.]

It's one thing to take what doesn't belong to you but to touch a girl's clothes and leave them like this. . . IT'S UNFORGIVABLE!

I realize that theft is a crime and that we're in a prison, but this this is a million times worse than just taking something. And whoever did it deserves to die a million times over!

[The feeds end with her picking up an artcle of clothing and throwing it angryly.]

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.)

[Ahem, ahem. Please allow this white-haired NOT!TWILIGHT sparklyvampire noble to delicately clear his throat and gaze at the communication device with the intensity of...something really. Intense. He isn't sulking, we should make this clear at the outset. Nor is he on the verge of a minor temper tantrum. Don't be ridiculous.]

If- [FROOOOOWN] If my transgressions are indeed worthy of lifelong imprisonment, I shall answer for them without complaint, as is befitting a noble. What's done is done, and I stand by my actions. [Pause. Even breaths!] I do, however, object to the manner in which my sentence was passed, behind closed doors and behind my back. At least have the decency to convict me while I am present at the trial.

[To add insult to injury, these communicators are absolutely HIDEOUS. But remember, kiddies, he's not having a tantrum. His eyebrow is twitching a little, though. Just a little.]

Barbaric.

[The frown could almost be a scowl now.]

I do hope you haven't detained Seira in a similar fashion.

[ Neil made himself scarce yesterday. Not only did he want to avoid a lot of the awkwardness that last year's temporary inmate flood brought on, but he didn't know how to handle himself if anyone else he knew dealt with people from home, or if chaos broke out. This time, he had spent almost the entirety of yesterday at the other bar (his drinking buddies never even showed...), or at home working on Haro, or napping. His partner's orange shell has never looked more spotless.

Today he latched on to a random bit of inspiration. He picked up a small digital camera and stared walking around, taking photos of various things in the prison; shops, the beach, the butterfly pavilion, the fake starry sky... even people he knows!

Some day the pictures could come in handy, when others leave, or if he ends up going home, too... ]


((OOC: As it says, you can catch Neil walking around almost all day. Just post where your character is if you reply! o/ This post can also be used to call him, or for other closed purposes. ))

VIDEO
[Good afternoon, Marina~ ♥ The grinning face on the communicator has something of great import to say to you all!]

Mmm, has everyone here heard of a boy called Elliot Nightray? Blue eyes, sandy hair, very loud and impolite? If you have business with him, you might want to get it done now, because I'm not sure he'll be in any condition to receive guests later.

He needs a little black to add onto all that blue. [A pause. And then that smile shifts from cheerful to knowing] I think there'll be some entertainment in a little bit, if anyone would like to watch~ ♫

[If there's any confusion at all to what he might be referring to, perhaps the backdrop of the dojo might help clarify?]


ACTION
[If you wander by the dojo, you might see Break, lazily swinging his temporary cane, pilfered from the convenience store, and waiting for the youngest Nightray to show up and make good on his promise. There might also be a mop-haired boy with glasses, and perhaps a small blonde boy.

What a sense of honor Elliot has, waiting until the restraint was removed from Break's ankle for their spar. Too bad Break doesn't share much of that same honor.]


((ooc: Replies via video will be from Break and can be posted directly to the post, action is mingle-style; feel free to tag around, make bets on who will win, gossip, popcorn.gif, network, whatever!

If you wanna call him out for the cake fight or anything from 4th wall, you're welcome to do that here as well!))

[ the third time had been no easier than the first. though, this time, Kamui refrains from letting the entire prison know it. he doesn't want anyone's sympathy, or anyone's scorn. and no amount of railing will bring Subaru back.

he'd forgotten to say goodbye, though. he wishes Acumen would have at least waited until he was awake to take his twin away.

Kamui spends most of the afternoon and evening in the park or by the water, shredding blades of grass in his fingers or watching the dolphins go about their day. he'll have to return to the apartment by tomorrow; he has to take care of May. but today... he can't stomach being there. ]


((ooc: Open to all interaction! There will be a closed thread later on, but in the meantime, free to all takers.))

[ welcome to Flynn's [surprise!unwanted!] beach party birthday bash! it's essentially a giant beach picnic, with blankets spread out over the sand and shade provided by mounted tarps. the poles are decorated, there are balloons under the canopy of the tarps, and a volleyball net has been set up for interested parties. swimming is also encouraged.

the cake is in the center of the blankets and presents are to be deposited off to the side. ]


((ooc: Mingle post! Ambush Flynn with well-wishes and/or presents. People with Flynn or Yuri CR should consider themselves invited, anybody else can drop in on the big, obvious beach party; just tag in wherever you feel like it!))

[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 ))

[ Lockon had his priorities. The first thing after worrying about where to find food was, of course, clothing. His worn-in 1920's era corduroy slacks and pullover were only getting him so far, and the fact he could find actual tight-fitting blue jeans and t-shirts was like a dream come true. There were some more traditional clothes around, too, in the Eastern style that he was used to seeing but he stayed far away from that section on principle.

The less he thought about winding up back in that city, the better. So far, a lot of people had their complaints and were disoriented, so he avoided the network for the most part -- especially since the one person he expressly recognized from there didn't remember him -- and just decided to make the best of his time here.

About the only thing that bothered him was the tattoo's ink crawling along his skin, tendrils of black poking out from under the sleeves and the collar of his shirt, but he's so used to it by now that he knows he won't have to worry about its presence for several more days. There's so much more to do here; so many more things to see and try. He could get used to this. ]

[ Right now, his back is turned toward the entrance as he sweeps a new cabbie hat onto his head and adjusts it in the mirror, appreciating the one habit to come of the ukiyo that he casually enjoyed: hats. ] Not bad, if I do say so, myself...


((OOC: Because I am an awful person, here is (1) alternate Lockon Stratos / Neil Dylandy, same timeline as the other, but with his eyepatch and memories of Guys and Dolls. Have fun~))

((ETA: Twin violence in the thread with Anew and Lyle, so I guess some warning for that? Also, no new threads please! Kind of overwhelmed as it is.;;))

[It was really pretty confusing, to find yourself in a strange city, in front of what looked like a movie theater. He had been at home, hadn't he? And the thing that was suddenly on his when he woke up was making a ton of noise. So needless to say, it had gotten pulled off his face. He had never seen anything like it before...]

[Fuuma leaned up against the wall of the building, sliding down to sit. You aren't supposed to wander around when you get lost, right? That just makes it harder for people to find you. But if he could hear voices from the device in his hands, maybe it was like a phone? After some fiddling with the buttons on the thing, the video function clicks on. The 11 year old that appears on the screen might be rather familiar to a few people who have been in the prison for a while. He looks a bit nervous, and maybe a little upset, but his voice is pretty even.]

Excuse me? Can anyone hear me? I was wondering if anyone could give me directions back to the Tokagushi Shrine...

[He doesn't look sure if anyone can actually hear him through the thing, but it was worth a shot. If not, Fuuma will at least try to spot someone nearby and ask them.]


((OOC: Meet 11 year old Fuuma Monou, Marina! Don't worry, he's taken from before Saya died, so he won't go crazy on you. But if you throw a creeper at him, he will likely run for the hills.))

[ hear some "ow ow ow" in the background, the sounds of clothing being brushed off ]

... oh. Hey, this isn't where I went to bed.