14 December 2011 at 11:11 pm
[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]

They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?

[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]
09 December 2011 at 08:19 pm
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!)
[Action / Accidental Video // Public]
05 December 2011 at 10:52 pm
[The sound of a wet thump begins the video, turned on as its owner's head hits the ground hard. Kisame lays crumpled at the foot of the Guardian Sapling, clothing torn to shreds and clinging to him only by virtue of being soaked to the skin and covered with blood. His eyes are feverishly bright, wide and blazing with a triumphantly manic energy, sharp teeth bared in a feral, almost psychotic grin as bloody bile bubbles out between them with each breath.

For several long minutes, he simply lies where he's fallen, evidently content simply to wait. It's only when there's no fresh pain, no gore-darkened water seething with sharks, no shouting Konoha-nin that he's snapped out of his daze, that he even realizes that something is wrong. He slowly lifts a hand to touch his stomach and chest, probing for injury; his fingers skim over nothing but thick, jagged crescents of scar tissue, looking like nothing so much as though he'd been surrounded from every which way, torn apart, and eaten alive. The wounds should obviously have been more than fatal, nothing that could possibly have been survived to leave such marks, even with Samehada's help.

Even so, even as brutalized as he looks now, there isn't a single fresh scratch on him. Kisame lifts a shaking hand to scrub his eyes clear and take a good look around, obviously bewildered to the point of near-incomprehension.]

17 November 2011 at 02:11 pm
Well, now that things have settled down~

I wanted to thank those of you who helped me out during the time when I was returned to my younger form. I didn't remember any of you at the time, which was why I was confused. But thank-you for trying despite that~

[Her tail is wagging away happily. Oh, she supposes she should add, since that the newbies have just arrived...] And yes, for those of you who are new, I am a wolf~ Not everyone here looks human~! [Playful Ammy is playful and happy]
16 November 2011 at 01:47 pm
[At first, it may be difficult to make out the pale figure against the backdrop of snow, but as one draws closer, important details fall into place: the pointed, erect ears; the lean body covered in sleek, silver fur; the gleaming red eyes; and four tails snaking through the air as though they have a life of their own. With the restraints gone, Kurama has chosen to test what abilities are now available to him, and can be found in one of the parks in Sector Four in his native form, that of a four-tailed fox. Perhaps someone will put two-and-two together and realize that he is in fact the red-haired youth who arrived the day before; perhaps he will instead be assumed to be another individual entirely. Either way, he's warm enough with his thick coat of fur, and keen to learn what limitations may have been placed on this form by Acumen.]

[ooc: Kurama only told one person he was a youko, so Naoya should be the only character who could figure out right away that the fox is Kurama, I think. Anyone else would have to go on hints given today, if he bothers to give them at all.]
[ Video | Open ]
16 November 2011 at 08:06 pm
[ This lady is dressed warmly, hood of her heavy green cloak pulled down to her shoulders, white knitted scarf around her neck. In a jovial but determined voice, she calls out -- ]

Touma Hashiba.

I am hereby calling you out on plans we have made over the last baseball match -- that on the day of the first snowfall, we shall have a snowball fight.

Where would you like for us to duel?

(( OOC Please Read : This post is so very open to all! I would like to draw your attention to the ooc plotting thread in the case your character wants to join in, and the fight will be postponed for better organization on another day. If you feel like handwaving your character voicing their interest, please respond to the ooc thread, or leave an ooc tag here. ))
07 November 2011 at 09:20 pm
[It's hard to imagine a more regal or more deadly looking demon when Sesshoumaru appears on the video feed. He is clearly displeased at the current circumstances, his mouth compressed in a thin line, his golden eyes narrowed with disapproval. The way he cracks the knuckles of his right hand, as though he can't wait to use his claws on something, serves as a subtle warning. Good thing, too, because he's not inclined to waste words on Marina at this juncture.]


[Yes, the brochures were a help, but Sesshoumaru vastly prefers to have a face to go with the information. He's never dealt with a computer before, and if there's a flesh-and-blood presence of any kind he can hold responsible for his abduction, he will be more than happy to demonstrate just how annoyed he is.]

[ooc: I am still on hiatus, so replies will be slow.]
[Voice | Action -- Open]
03 November 2011 at 12:30 am
Please tell me someones figured out how to reverse all this shit by now. [No seriously, he's really hoping they have cause he is NOT going to be seen like this... (Except he totally is)

You might hear a repeated thumping in the background. And if anyone has ever had a dog they might recognize it as an impatient tail wag. Helix had happy chocolate and probably will continue eating them cause THEY SEEM NORMAL. Most of his happy is currently in that long, white feathery puppy tail he has though. He growls at it...

Sto-- [And shutting off his device as he's going to grab the damn appendage to try stop it from moving around entirely on it's own and annoying him.]

[He'll get restless eventually and leave his apartment in search of a new pair of pants or something to hide the tail in a little easier. Or maybe you'll find him grabbing a bite to eat at the shelter. If so, then he'll be in a slate gray hoodie, with the hood pulled up over his head in an attempt to hide the pointy, white ears that match the tail he's currently got stuffed up the back of his jacket.

Or maybe you'll see him happily relaxing in the park, splayed out near the Guardian tree all peaceful like. Go bug him, he might actually be glad to see you for once EVEN IF HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU~ Hell, you might even get snugged he's just so damn happy. By this point he doesn't have a care in the world so those ears and tail are quite visible. He almost seems NATURAL.
02 November 2011 at 08:03 pm
[He's been trying to hide all day, but he can't really hide anymore. And besides, there's a lot of little kids running around. But this is embarrassing...]

[Allelujah appears on the screen, puppy ears twitching and pressed back against his his head a little.]

If there are any of the... new younger inmates running around, I'm having a picnic in the park. If you want to come eat, you're more than welcome to come and have some food.


[Allelujah is sitting out in the park, a large picnic basket with him filled with sandwiches. There's a blanket nearby, but Allelujah is busy tussling with his puppy, giving her scritches and belly rubs.]
01 November 2011 at 12:58 pm
[This? This is the tiniest confused whimper of a baby godpuppy who doesn't know where she is. Ammy the puppy goddess can be found near the entrance to the shelter, chewing worriedly on her communicator, which is transmuting her whimpers across the network. Where is she? This isn't home...]

((Ammy + candy = disaster. Age down and memory loss combo. Have at!))
[Video//Action | Open] MINGLE POST~
27 October 2011 at 08:00 pm
[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... )
[Action] [Open] [Backdated to late afternoon]
23 October 2011 at 06:14 pm
[In the late afternoon, Erik strolls along the beach, free of his ball and chain. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, and floats the bottle caps he took from drinks at the club around him. It's almost relaxing, and not a very strong use of his powers, so he makes them rotate faster and faster. He considers flinging one at the dome… but that probably would either do nothing or be a very bad idea.]

[So, he sends them whizzing ahead of him into the sand and pulls them back, playing target practice with imaginary enemies.]

[Bother him?]
18 October 2011 at 03:23 pm
[ 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] ))

[ audio / action ]
11 October 2011 at 11:45 am
Lookin' to meet up with some mechanical types. Maybe some engineerin' types too. Also, curious about learnin' about different combat styles you folk have back wherever you're from. No reason for that last one, really. Just curiosity.

I'll be in sector four by this hugely creeptifyin' cherry tree for the better part of the day for those wantin' to have a chat.

[And Mal will be sitting there beneath the shade of the tree, waiting to see who takes the bait and what he can get out of them.]

ooc )
[ Action/Video | Open | Shelter Kitchen]
11 October 2011 at 01:17 pm
[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?

---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]
[ action | throughout the day ]
09 October 2011 at 11:43 pm
[Touma was on a mission. He was determined to figure out the reason why some people had restraints and others didn't. Talking with a few people recently got him thinking about it, so he was now walking around the prison, approaching people and asking them what their crimes were and if they had been restrained when they arrived.

He had a notebook with him, though he wasn't writing in it when he was talking to people. That was too obvious. However, if you caught him between questioning periods, you might catch him making generic notes on statistics. No names, so no worries, just numbers and rough ideas right now.

He was wandering around Sector 4, so he'd be anywhere around there all day.]
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.)
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13 September 2011 at 07:06 am
[There's a girl sitting cross-legged on top of one of the Guardian Sapling's tree roots this morning. Video is also on, if you're not in the area. She's probably unfamiliar at first, but then you may notice the red markings on her face, arms and legs, the very obvious wolf ears and tail...

Ammy the human laughs lightly, pleased with herself]
My, my~ It's been some time since I've been in this form! [She lightly gets to her feet, tail swishing slightly. Her clothes are simple, yet elegant, and even though it's been a few hundred years, she's as confident on two feet as she is on four]

I must remember to thank Acumen for this. But first I think this will require some exploring~ [And definitely some meeting up with people, if she can find them. This will be fun~]

((OOC: Tags may be slow for awhile, but rest assured I will get back to all of them!))
05 September 2011 at 11:24 pm
[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?
The 131st Day
05 September 2011 at 08:53 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 131st day of the third generation. More inmates will be integrated into the facility today, so please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day.

As you are likely aware, inmate Kohran Li will be hosting a Talent Show this evening, and inmate Jeanne Francaix is arranging a Promenade on behalf of the Academy tomorrow evening. Please direct concerns or requests to the appropriate party.

The dome will be preparing for autumn shortly. Take that into consideration and begin wrapping up your summer goings-on.

Inmate Xerxes Break, the item you requested is available for pick up at the entrance to the shelter in Sector 0.