04 January 2012 at 05:17 pm

[When you first see Asch's face, he is mad. Teeth grit, fists clenched, face as red as his hair in rage mad. He's trying to stand straight and intimidating but his shoulders are shaking in anger and, without his sword and hampered by the restraints, he's little more than a furious rooster at the moment.]

[His restraints definitely do show signs of trying to be chiseled off with whatever he could have grabbed upon arrival - chipped bits of flashlight can be seen in the chain - and it's only his failure to do so himself that's prompted him to try this damn device and network for assistance.]

Whoever's sick, twisted, damn idea of a joke this is, you have less than thirty seconds to get this thing off of me before I make sure you wish you were in prison yourself, because I have much better ideas for what to do with you than any of the fonbots in this forsaken pit!
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01 November 2011 at 07:44 am
[He's only being paying half-attention to the network this morning, wrapped up in trying to plan his first rather empty day, so nothing has warned him off of trying the candy he finds in the shelter. Then, a few moments later...

A pretty young girl appears on the screen, and at first glance her hair might just look slightly floppy, but eventually someone looking closely will realize that those are lop-style bunny ears on the sides of her head. Anyone who runs into him will notice a new swelling around the chest and hip area of his straight-cut grey coat, which now looks rather ill-fitting.]

Well, I had heard that strange things could happen here, but I wasn't expecting this. [Lightly amused, her voice high and soft but not totally unfamiliar.] Anyone else have an... unusual reaction to anything they've eaten today?

((ooc: he's just outside of the shelter, and he's a girl with bunny ears and a tail!))
31 October 2011 at 09:57 pm
[Anise didn't have a second thought when she deemed this Halloween holiday the best holiday ever. The weather was nice for such a holiday, the chill adding a certain creepy feeling to the air. Pumpkins with faces carved into them decorated here and there along with images of witches, black cats, skeletons and other 'scary' assortment of beings. Best of all, she got to dress for the occasion, picking a simple pink and black witch's outfit from the costume store along with a pair of stripped stockings (those are valuable you know!).

Once she deemed herself looking cute and fitting for the holiday she went outside to find Asch and tease him againplay around. Though, there was something that did catch her attention aside from the decorations, there were candy bowls ripe for the picking! Looking both ways to make sure she wasn't caught, she nosily shifted through the bowl until she found something that looked good. Tasting a morsel, she hummed in approval, it tasted like a strawberry♥ Finding more like it, she gathered as many as she could before looking to another bowl. Should she gather more...?]

((ooc: She will be aged up right before your eyes! She'll probably look to be around her early 20s.))
16 October 2011 at 05:14 pm
Tell me, how often do people disappear? Have the numbers shown any increase over time?

[Asch has been pacing back and forth going for a walk in Sector 6 for the better part of a half hour, regarding strangers in silence and eying bots warily as they pass him by. On the one hand, he'd like nothing better than to give them (the bots) a piece of his mind, while on the other he realizes the futility of the situation. Better stuck in a cage with room to move than to be stuck in a cage and weighted to the spot.]

[Looks like he's doing absolutely nothing? Well, that's not entirely the case. He's been watching for who goes in and out of the training hall and waiting for a time when the building's largely vacant. After all, what he's about to attempt is pretty stupid dangerous.]

[OOC: Open to all. And maybe slightly backdated to afternoon/early evening?]
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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 )
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08 October 2011 at 08:35 pm
[Hello, Marina. Bad Haro is staring at you.]

Dumbass! Dumbass!

[Guy makes a move to swat the thing away, very gently. His voice is tinny and faraway from the communicator.] Hey, don’t be like that -

Guy angry! Guy angry! Abuse! Abuse!

[A hand reaches over and wrenches the communicator away, and it’s Guy, making an appropriately put upon expression. But he regards the dark haro, formerly Nena’s, instead of the device and whoever might be watching the feed.]

You know -

[Again, it interrupts:] Stuck your hand in me! Hand in me!

[The feed cuts abruptly.]
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?
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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07 September 2011 at 08:06 pm
[Asch is on the prowl. He's been checking the place out for the better part of two days, sector by sector, pathway by pathway. Making mental notes of anything worth remembering and lots more that do little more than warrant a glare, grumble, or toss of the head. As much as the place has to offer, and as much (or as little) as that thing might try to be accommodating, he's taken a rather cynical view towards the entire ordeal.]

[But that's not quite all. If the narrowed eyebrows and the down-turned corners of his mouth are any indication, something's definitely on this guy's mind. He eventually finds himself in Sector 5, glancing wordlessly across the street at the window displays. Looks like a clothing shop.]

[An observer might notice Asch uncrossing his arms, raising two fingers towards the communicator at his ear, pausing midway, and then dropping his arm again. His frown's even deeper than before and he might be gritting his teeth.]

...Damn that little brat.

[A grimace, a drawn out moment, and he tries again.]

[Voice; Filtered to Natalia.]



[Clears his throat quietly. Just to make clear this transmission is no accident.]

((OOC: Onlookers are welcome to overhear parts of any resulting conversation(s), otherwise he'll be hanging out around the clothing store and the boutique and eventually going in. He just might benefit from a little prodding.))
04 September 2011 at 12:53 pm
[Not only has Anise received a letter, she received a formal invitation to a dance and looks rather excited about it.]

Did anyone else receive an invitation to the dance~?

[Aka, who's invited so she knows who best to sucker into a date for the night. She'd prefer not to go stag.]
29 August 2011 at 11:20 pm
[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.}
Location: Butterfly Pavilion / Early Morning
29 August 2011 at 08:46 pm
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.
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19 August 2011 at 04:06 pm
[ video clicks on, swivels, and we see a dirty-faced young woman with a slightly harried look about her. she peers into the device, tips her head to the side thoughtfully, and then addresses it in a breathy voice with a bit of a twang ]

...So, this here's a prison! Never been in one before, but I always wanted to try it! Providin' it doesn't last too long, I mean.

[ and with that, she gives the warmest, most brilliant smile you ever did see in your life ]

Don't suppose any o' you nice folks seen my cap'n around these parts? He's a big man with a face like life's been kickin' him while he's down, but he's a good one. And I figure, if I'm here, he and the rest of 'em can't be too far behind.

[ ooc: Kaylee is broadcasting from one of the parks, and hasn't quite figured out what's up with the dome yet. (You'll know when she does because she will get very excited.) Bump into her for action or reply to her broadcast for video. ♥))
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17 August 2011 at 04:25 pm
Looks like suddenly the population doubled. It seems a lot more than normal!

[She looks a bit daunted. Not that she's been here all that long to make an accurate guess, but in comparison to the few other times new arrivals have appeared, while they all seem to pale in comparison. For a moment she looks vaguely troubled.]

I was wondering...this morning during the morning announcements, Acumen suddenly just vanished mid-sentence. Is that typical...? It just seems strange...

[... Anyway, it's about time she get down to business and make herself useful. She gives a shake of her head.]

Regardless, since there are so many new faces, I decided I should try and do what I can! If it comes to explaining the mechanics about this place I'm... [Admittedly] probably not a very good resource, but if there's anyone who needs help at all, please let me know! I can at least explain about housing. Or any of the bare essentials that someone might have questions on.

[Her eyes widen suddenly, as though just remembering something.]

Oh! That's right! I nearly forgot, in all of the excitement. [Lifting a pan into the view of the screen, she smiles sheepishly behind it.]

I made riceballs! It's not much, but I figured with all of the commotion, maybe everyone could use a little pick-me-up, you know? There's plenty, with all kinds of different flavors, so don't hesitate to stop by. I even made a little stand outside, over in sector five. [Too much time on her hands, maybe. But she wants to try and help make a difference if it's possible.
17 August 2011 at 12:10 am
[The view is of a well-dressed man.

Well-dressed in his view. Eccentric might be more of what you would choose. Regardless, he is there, in his collared suit examining his communicator quietly.

His welcome basket had either been tipped over, or tossed on it's side; the food scattered everywhere. The picture frame was face-down, but the card and note were carefully off to the side, the card standing up and open. Everything else like the batteries was out of sight save the blanket; folded at his feet with the first-aid kit resting on top of it.

Currently, he's not really looking at the video feed, or listening to the audio; he's applying his own filters, having found the brochure most helpful on the...basic, functions of his communicator. There is an instance he stumbles, and clutches his mouth; but it passes without the man adding to the scenery in his own special way, and he resumes his work.

Bother him. You must.
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16 August 2011 at 09:55 pm
Ugh, this place is really lame. I mean, first time out of the mansion and this is where I end up? [ Luke stares at the courtyard, mulish expression plastered across his face. That's it, if he was going to live here, he was going to live here. ]

[ Standing tall on his chair, he propped one knee up on the table, turning on the device he had (surprisingly) not destroyed after waking up with a splitting headache. ]

Listen up. I am Luke fon Fabre and in the name of my Uncle, I claim this dome as a territory of the
Kingdom of Kimlasca! I don't care what you do, just don't cause me any trouble. You hear that?!

[ Plopping back down in his seat, Luke rubbed at his temples, forgetting the device was still on, and muttered. ] Man, this place really sucks…

((ooc: Sector 5 outside the cafe for the action if you want it! Also, Luke was pulled straight from the beginning of the game just after Luke's and Tear's resonance pulls them to Tataroo Valley. canon details, what are those ))
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16 August 2011 at 03:51 pm
[hey, Marina. there is a tall, tan blond man in your pet cafe, and he is shocked. appalled! he has in his arms a pig-bunny-looking-thing and he holds it up to the communicator accusingly]

How can you guys resist this adorable face?!

I can't believe there are so many of them just -- languishing away here! Rappigs are social animals, people. They need love and attention! Your love and attention.

Come on. Where are my volunteers? [he transfers the rappig under one arm and puts his free hand on his hip, expectant]

[...yes, shockingly, you may find Peony in the pet cafe, fussing over the rappigs]
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16 August 2011 at 03:51 pm
[Ion read the welcome message and even listened to some of the information. And then he figured out how to turn on the communicator. The boy you will be seeing might be familiar to some of you...but at the same time...something about the way he's dancing and grinning will probably strike all who knew this boy's replica as odd.

He's laughing so hard.]

Hey! Hey, this place... This place doesn't have the score! ...This place is...it's completely free! Ahaha...! How delightful! [Giggle.] It's great!
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16 August 2011 at 01:33 am

Fufufu~ This is punishment? For the genius Harold Belserius, this is a supreme microcosm brimming with unknown sciences and data just lying in wait for me! [The voice is in fact a woman's, not a man's like the proudly proclaimed name would lead you to think; high-pitched and rapidfire like she's absolutely ecstatic to be here. Which she really is. But it shifts in the next second to a much flatter tone]

But you know, this message here is pretty useless? As if one couldn't immediately understand this situation. Replace it with something more informative! --Though I suppose it is necessary to explain these things to the idiots. And uneducated masses.

SPEAKING OF, QUESTION. Name of the world or planet you inhabited before being incarcerated here. Quick, quick~!


[In one of the nicer residential areas, a very colorful and outlandishly dressed, pink-haired lady is sitting on the pavement, one of the robots that frequent the Sector on the ground in front of her in a crumpled heap-- its torso cracked wide open, and an arm detached and slung across her shoulder. A few meters down the street is its charred and still smoking head.

She's humming an upbeat tune to herself as she gleefully rips out parts and wiring here and there from the bot, making some examinations before either casting aside, or adding to the small pile in her lap]

15 August 2011 at 06:07 pm

[The voice coming across the feed is that of someone who's failing miserably at keeping his emotions under control.]

I... How am I supposed to stop St. Binah from falling from here?! How... how I am supposed to do anything?!

[It's not like he can argue with the voice that told him it was "best" for him to be here. That's probably what most people thought. Hell, that's what he thought, on some level. He'd wanted to make up for it so much, but obviously this... this "Acumen" thing or whatever had other ideas. And it was probably right... But... he still had a responsibility, didn't he? To make up for what he'd done!]

What am I supposed to do...?
I... I have to go back! I can't just... forget about it!