03 October 2011 at 10:33 pm
[There's a short but noticeable pause, and Dist clears his throat before he at last speaks.]

The idea occurred...

[A sigh.] The idea occurred for a potential machine shop. Repairs and the like, but is there an interest or need for it? Would anyone need something made or fixed?
[ video ]
01 October 2011 at 04:10 pm
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"))
29 September 2011 at 07:43 pm
[The dome seems to have settled into a content lull after prom and not even Ryoji is immune - but curled up in the doorway of an empty bedroom, he turns on a feed regardless. He's looking a little more relaxed than normal, but his expression is thoughtful instead of filled with cheer.]

A person told me once - [believable, right?] - about these monsters he used to fight, but he didn't call them monsters. I don't believe he hated them at all, even though he had reason to. He thought was a kindness, to end their lives before they could gain enough self-awareness to realise they've been murdering people.

I never understood why he thought that death was the only right answer.

[There's your daily dose of cryptic, Marina. Complete with a side order of curious lies.

And for those not interested in that, he adds -

I hope everyone had fun at the promenade. It's always nice to make happy memories like that.
14 September 2011 at 03:39 pm
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.

Welcome to Marina Academy's First Promenade!

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...

+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
5000 Replies · Maximum comments reached
[Video | Action | Open]
11 September 2011 at 11:53 pm
[Backdated to mid afternoon]

[Video / Filtered to Tamaki Suoh]

Ah, hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden, but I was hoping you might be able to help me with something. Alto asked me to the prom, and I'm not sure what to do to get ready. Usually I have people to help me with this stuff. Um, you seem like you'd be good with stuff like that... [She trails off, looking a little embarrassed.]

I'd really appreciate any assistance! Thank you for your time.


[A little bit after her message to Tamaki, Ranka makes her way to Sector Five, aiming to go to the store. She has a lot on her mind, however, so she's a little distracted. Wrong turn get! It takes another block or two for her to realize she's not in the right place before she gives a sigh. This is what she gets for not paying attention. On goes the communicator.]

[Video / Open | Action for those in Sector Five]

It's not as bad here as I thought it might be. I mean, it still takes some adjusting and I miss my friends a lot, but it could be worse. There are some really nice people here, too. [She lets out a little hum.]

I have a question for anyone who'd want to answer. I've been wondering about the different worlds and, I want to know what people did back home. What was your job or hobby? Can you still do it here? I apologize if this is out of the blue. A little conversation is something I'd like right now.

[Come distract her as she attempts to find her way around.]
[ Video | Open ]
08 September 2011 at 12:42 am
[ The days have passed rather quickly for Nathan as he made his adjustment to Marina. After his stunt on the building his first day, he's settled down quite a lot. Sure, there's been a few people he's spoken to, but Nathan isn't used to having this much technology at his disposal. This isn't like Twitter or any of those things he has to punch into his crap mobile. It's time to do something. ]

Alright, can we get off the prom wank?

Who wants ta go mansion-hunting with me?

[ Private : Filtered to Miwako ]

[ He licks his hands and checks his reflection quickly in the reflective surface of a nearby shop, mussing his hair to something a little more presentable before turning the private setting on the feed. Hello, Miss Sex Crime. You're going to the prom with me! Chicks dig confidence, right? ]

Hey Miwako, didja get that iPod off Acu-manners?

[ Dammit, Nathan. ]
[voice | open]
06 September 2011 at 10:48 pm
[The recording starts out with an audible intake of breath- as if he's been preparing for this moment for a little while, now. He then clears his throat, wanting to start off strong-]

O-oi, Ranka--

[-and failing.]

I was wondering... if you saw that invitation. I mean, o-of course you must have seen it, that was a stupid thing to ask- but that's not- that's not really what I was wondering.

[And he keeps on failing.]

Would you-

[...Okay he's sick of this. He growls a little in frustration before his tone of voice becomes a lot more firm and ~confident~!]

-will you go to that thing with me?

[S I L E N C E]

...thanks for listening.
23 August 2011 at 10:47 pm
[ 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!))
[ video / action ] [OPEN]
12 August 2011 at 01:13 pm
[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))
08 August 2011 at 11:24 pm
[Ranka's gotten the message, the pamphlet and the basket. The snacks and everything in the basket remain untouched for now, and despite receiving the explanation, she's still pretty floored to say the least. After all, it's an underwater prison, and the last thing she knew, she was flying off into space with Brera and Ai-kun. This... clearly wasn't where she expected to end up.

Given a moment or two, she finally reaches up to the headset and turns it to what she hopes is video before taking a breath to speak. Anyone watching will see a rather nervous looking green haired girl.]

Um, excuse me, I know that this is... [She trails off, really unsure of what to say at first.]

What I mean to ask is that if all of this is real, what happens now? Do I just accept this? [The video feed catches her biting her lower lip and a flash of the koi pond in the background.]

Before I do anything, has anyone seen my pet, Ai-kun? He's green and sort of large, and he looks like a giant insect. If anyone finds him, please let me know. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee.

[There's another pause before she adds:] Also, thank you for the basket.
[video | action | backdated to afternoon]
31 July 2011 at 03:20 pm
[The video flickers on and the screen reveals Tamaki sitting on one of the sofas in the shelter common room fiddling with a rose in one hand and looking as though he is in very deep thought. His face is serious for most of the time before he begins speaking, but after a good thirty seconds his expression changes to something between a smirk and a smile while he glances at the camera from the corner of his eye.]

In this world there are those who are blessed with beauty and grace, the greatest gifts God could have ever bestowed upon a living creature. [He raises the rose he'd been holding to his nose and takes a good long sniff before setting it down and turning his attention back to the camera.] I, for one, thank the heavens above everyday that I am one of those fortunate few in possession of such rewards. That is not the message that I have for you all today, however. You see, it is my belief that the duty of these people with such exquisite looks to bring joy to everyone around them in any way they can - a duty which I place before all other things in life.

[Another pause, this time so that he may close his eyes and imagine lines of women admiring him and men doing all that they can to be him. It is a wonderful fantasy and it makes him chuckle lightly.]

A Host Club is a club designed for the specific purpose of sharing this beauty and giving such joy to its visitors - in short it is the perfect setting for carrying out the heavy task of bringing all the happiness in the world to those less fortunate than us! For this reason I have made the decision to establish one here in this prison as some of you may already be aware! [Suddenly, his arms shoot off to the sides as if he were welcoming everyone to step into his arms for a great big hug.] I would like to invite all those who might be interested to join us and utilize your gifts to the best of your ability! I am certain that among all of you watching this today there are plenty who are worthy of the title of 'Host'!

[And as an after thought, Tamaki turns his face away from the camera, brings the rose up to his mouth and just mumbles the next few words. They aren't really something he's proud of.]

We will even accept Hosts of the female persuasion.
30 July 2011 at 06:47 pm
[ he plays at being asleep for about half an hour, facing the opposite wall of their shelter room and waiting to be sure Flynn's asleep, before he sits up in bed and silently stands, tugging the sheet free of his bed. then he crosses the room, to where Flynn's keeping the sword -- in good condition, despite everything. Probably couldn't bear to mistreat a sword, no matter what.

just going to COVER THAT SWORD UP with the sheet, ready in case it starts squirming! ]

((ooc: Yuri is kidnapping Excalibur, and planning on taking him to meet Fuuma under cover of night. Feel free to run into him on the streets of Marina, with a bedsheet over his shoulder that occasionally squirms distressingly.))
[action | open]
28 July 2011 at 11:10 am
[Alto is walking around various districts, either passing by or intending to stop at a particular place for particular needs. Perhaps headed to work out or grab some food or look for any electronic materials he can take apart and tinker around with (failingly).

That's not the important part, though.

The important part is, he stops by a reflective surface every so often, fixing his hair or applying chapstick or staring at himself from different angles.

He woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, okay, and he feels fugly. Is that a cowlick? Ugh--

Father would scold him if--

And if you happen to catch him a little too late, he'll suddenly get all tsundere and storm away angrily from the reflective surface!]
[video / action]
05 July 2011 at 01:26 pm
[there is a young man in plate mail armor standing outside the ice cream parlor, looking more than a little frustrated as he sits at an outdoor table, reading his pamphlet. when he finally has read all that there is to read, he manages to get to his feet and toggle the video function on. he might look a little like Guy if you've met him, but his expression is contained, reserved]

Greetings, everyone. I'm-- My name is Flynn Scifo. [conscientiously leaving off all titles, etc. he isn't sure what kinds of people could be here, and he may well be alone] I've read this pamphlet, and I appreciate the information within, although of course I find it -- a little hard to believe.

Am I to to understand that there are people here who have crimes committed in the line of duty, or to protect others, and who are still being arrested as criminals?

And-- if anyone knows of a way I can seek to correct my list of crimes, I would appreciate it. [he sounds somewhat put-upon] I realize that it won't make any difference, but all the same, I would like it to be known that I most certainly have never poisoned anyone. [mortally offended right now]
[ Voice | Open ] backdated to just after sundown
27 June 2011 at 02:21 pm
[ Neil, who is suspiciously absent from the field this evening, sounds a little strained as he makes the call. Mechanical sounds are evident in the background, along with the occasional tinny echo of the haro units as they work. ] Alright, so... long story short, there are some-- [ A grunt, followed by what sounds like a something metal snapping. ] --technical difficulties which is forcing us to cancel tonight's astronomy class.

But! If we get this figured out by tomorrow night, we will still debut the-- [ His voice gets quiet as he turns his head away from the microphone. ] Lacus. Tomorrow night, right? From Sasha? -- Right. We'll debut some charts provided by Ms. Sasha for display, and she will give us a lesson on the zodiac.

[ Another snap. ] Damn! [ Sigh. ] Alright, sorry again for all this. Hope to see you tomorrow! [ He ends the call. ]

((ooc: For day 120 by the way! Any new responses will come after he's done undoing the damage he did to the projector.))
25 June 2011 at 11:04 pm
I thought idle hands made the devil's work, and since I've been idle for so long I though I had better do something before they get me in trouble.

Apparently all my roads lead, without fail, back to coffee. I should just embrace the stuff, so I will be working a bit at the new shop. Danielle's shop.

So yes. I'll be seeing more of people, and if there are coffee-enthusiasts among us - or tea, or just generally anything, I think - then I'm Lenalee, and you might be seeing me and trusting me with your drinks for a little while. I'm well practiced. I'm promising this.

[filtered to Order, minus bwother deawest]

I'm not sure how time goes in this place, but if Kanda's had his birthday then Komui's should be soon. What day should I choose? Whenever, I'd think. Tomorrow, really. I don't think it really matters so long as it exists, and I'm sure he'd like it if you came to see him that day. Whatever day.

If a "year" really passes so quickly, I expect we'll be celebrating this in another couple of months. Still, it's all sentiment when it comes down to it.
[Action] Coffee shop goers, come one come all!
20 June 2011 at 09:09 pm
[Something is in the air! That would be the tempting smell of fresh brewed coffee in the new establishment in Sector 5. The drinks are hot, the atmosphere relaxing -- come have a drink and a chat, won't you?]

((OOC: this is a mingle-style post for anyone who wants to check out the coffee shop! like 4 of my kids are interested, so I thought one BIG post for everyone who wants to stop by would work best! Tag around, tag each other, have fun!))

((OOC 2~: Dani is in the shop, behind the counter, making coffee for all! If you want to order that's the thread to hit up. <3 ))
[Voice | Very much open!] Filtered from 00 cast
16 June 2011 at 09:48 pm
[once the line is open she hesitates, like so many times before she finally had the courage to click the button. Anew quickly double-checks the filter, takes a deep breath,]

Does anyone mind answering a question for me? I know it's a little personal -- [just say it]

Is it a hard thing for you to stand up for yourself?
07 June 2011 at 09:08 pm
[The feed opens on a clean, lonely cot in the abandoned clinic, the once white sheets now a faded gray, but still stark in comparison to the dark figure huddled in the middle of the cot. His name is Ritsuka, though he doesn't know if he should even be calling himself that anymore. His face is far too young to wear this expression: his brow knotted with worry, exhaustion hollowing his dark purple eyes. He sits with his knees drawn up to his chest, his bandaged hands hugging his shins along with a sleek black tail. Two cat ears lie almost flat against his black hair, all the more bizarre for his additional set of very human ears. The contents of the welcome basket are strewn about him, jelly beans dotting the sheets with little buttons of color, and the pamphlet lying in a wrinkly mess at his feet.

He glances at the communicator and turns his face away once more, his cheeks flushing with color as he frowns very hard at his knees. It's taken him a while to get enough courage to turn on the communicator, and he will not ruin it all by crying now.

He breathes deeply through his nose and speaks in a voice trembling with forced calm.]

If anyone's there, can you tell me where I can find a place to stay?
[ video / action ]
06 June 2011 at 08:40 pm
[... sigh. there is a young woman out at the park today, looking wistfully up at the tree in front of her... ball and chain around her legs.]

I can't even climb a tree...? How cruel.

[she stops her efforts there, throwing one last glance at the tree before she completely turns away with a frown.]

[she pauses.] Mm... This place is impressive, at least. I don't think I've ever heard of a prison that takes care of things quite like this... [no, really. she rattles the chain a bit before she continues, with a small sigh.]

So, what does everyone do for fun around here? [she would ask how to get out, but somehow she feels that would be kind of a waste of time. who would stick around in a prison if they could, anyway?] Call it a curious question from one... inmate to another.