11 June 2012 at 10:39 pm
[ Wolfram, in his eternal quest to forever lurk around Sector 4 has encountered a pleasant surprise today: There are bunnies of all sizes and colors running all across the park!

This wan't entirely unexpected, given Sentience's morning announcement. Still, he wasn't expecting this much fluffy cuteness. Aw, he should have brought his painting tools with him! It would have been a wonderful opportunity to practice some live drawing.

Anyway. His lips curve up a bit as he cradles a little bunny in his arms, and as he holds it, the blonde instantly reminisces about home. His brother Gwendal would most certainly enjoy such en event; too bad he isn't be here to enjoy the cute sight with him. ]
08 June 2012 at 05:16 pm
[Look out, Marina. It's time for a new Doctor ramble.]

Friends, inmates, not countrymen, seeing as none of you are from the same planet as me, let alone the same country, if Gallifrey even had countries, which, actually, is an interesting topic, but you don't care about Gallifreyan politics, and I don't care to relive them, and really, I'm getting off topic already. Rose, why aren't you keeping me on topic? That's your job. Usually. Sometimes. Maybe. Did I tell you what the topic was? I didn't, did I? Sorry. Not your fault. Tongue's getting away from me. You know how it is. Of course you do. You were there for the first time this tongue got to wagging, weren't you?

No. Wait. Shh! Don't interrupt me. Lend me your ears!

I have a point that I'd like to make, and the point is this.

I'm bored.
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07 June 2012 at 02:10 am
[Touma was feeling reflective today. Ryo was gone. He'd noticed the lack of their friend around the house, and went to investigate his room, finding it empty. He was pretty sure Seiji and Nasuti had noticed as well, but he'd been sort of avoiding them for a bit to collect his own thoughts and feelings on it before mentioning it to them, or at least discussing it with them.

It was an odd bittersweet feeling, really. Sad that he couldn't see his friend, but not so sad because Ryo wasn't stuck in the prison anymore. So confusing.

He'd buried himself in some books on penal systems from various worlds in the back corner of the library.]
Video | Open | backdated to early morning
04 June 2012 at 11:17 pm
[ His head hurt, he couldn't get up. Well actually, that was lie - he could, he just didn't want to. The device was propped up on what looked to be a bed and behind the messy head of red hair, there was the view of a blanket pulled up, blocking off the rest of the room.

Using the weight of his arms to sit up, he addresses the feed with a face full of guilt and it almost appeared as if he were on the verge of tears, but he wasn't crying. He didn't really feel in the mood to do something like this, but the fact that he'd awoken only to be reminded of what transpired the other day, this wasn't something he could just easily toss aside.

…Everyone that I… [ pauses and looks away a moment before forcing himself to finish] …that I worried…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble like that. I never meant to say those things and act like that… [ he couldn't bring himself to say anymore so instead pulls the blankets over his head and he reaches out a hand from the blanket, shutting off the feed abruptly.]
04 June 2012 at 10:57 pm
[Her head’s pounding, but not even the headache or the branches in her hair can take away the cheer her memories brought her.]

I did it! I really did it. Kero-chan and Yue-san are safe now! And so is Tomoyo-chan and Syaoran-kun and, and everyone in the city.

I’m sorry for disappearing! I must have worried some people, but it’s okay! Even though I’m not at home, I helped everyone! I don’t have to fight Eriol-kun any longer or put anyone else in danger. [she takes a deep breath and smiles] Everything will surely be alright now.
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04 June 2012 at 08:41 pm
[The feed turns on to the sound of someone snorting and then taking a deep breath. That is your only warning before the scream echoes and quite possibly leaves your ears ringing, if not out right deafens you. Whoops.]


[He lets the scream echo for a moment before snorting again. His tone carries the sneer perfectly.]

Let's assume for a moment I'm willing to play along with this bag of unparalleled bullshit. So.

[A pause.]

Who else got themselves caught in this fucking mess? Because regardless of whether I'm guilty or not of what-the-fuck-ever nonsense this overeager computer insists I'm guilty of, I can name a good deal of idiots more deserving to be stuck here. And if I'm here and they're not, I'm calling bullshit on the concept of Justice as a whole.


I was in the middle of something fucking important, goddamnit.

[And then the feed dies.]


[Should your character investigate the scream, they might end up locating Squalo in the graveyard, perched atop a tombstone, with his gift basket on the ground by its side. Squalo himself is eating pretzels and browsing the network. Like a
Boss troll.]
[action|video|open|backdated to late afternoon]
27 May 2012 at 01:51 pm
[It's not unusual to find Ukitake enjoying a drink or two. He's a grown man, after all, and some days call for a swallow of sake. It is, however, unusual to find Ukitake drinking in public, in large quantities, alone.

The Soul Reaper captain is wrapped in the black and white of his uniform as he leans forward to address the fish in the koi pond in front of him. His long hair sweeps over his shoulders until the tips of the white locks dip into the water. He addresses the fish below in a drunken slur.]

Do you know ... your cousins in Soul Society seem to multiply by division. One morning I'm out in the garden, and there are only ten of you with tancho markings. The next day, I could swear there are twenty! Sometimes I wonder if Unohana-senpai makes my medicine too strong. Not that I want to argue with her. [Here, he levels a finger at the indifferent fish.] Never argue with your physician. I think she even intimidates Kyouraku. I miss him, you know. Over two thousand years as friends, and suddenly, he's gone, only not the way I would have expected, and my replacement is probably trying to convince him to give up sake and women.
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25 May 2012 at 02:50 pm

[After somehow managing to secure Yuta and assured he would come to no further harm, he went back to the koi pond where he had unceremoniously dumped the child's knife. He reached in, taking the knife and examining it. He could still see traces of Yuta's blood on the blade and his golden eyes narrowed, his lips setting themselves in a hard line.

The silence around him shattered when he snapped the blade like you snap a pencil, the sound of cracking metal like thick ice cracking on a river. He tossed the blade to the ground, considering it.... and then he burst into flame. The flame burned hotter and brighter, turning white near the center, the metal beginning to bubble, the handle already done for.

And considering that it's getting dark, the light of the flame is hard to miss as it burns, the shadows it cast giving Ashura a somewhat evil look about it as he watched dispassionately, the stench of burning metal rising, making him shiver some.]

[Video - Filtered Away from Yuta]

[When he appears on screen, the shadows of the flames are dancing across his face, his pupils narrow slits in his golden irises.]

For those of you that saw him today, have seen him, or will see him - the boy Yuta - do not let him near sharp objects. If he asks you something like 'help him die' do not aid him. He is not in his right mind at the moment, and I will not have him making some foolish mistake.

[His tone is dead serious, and the extra message between the words is that he will probably break anyone who disobeys. He will not tolerate anyone hurting or aiding in helping Yuta hurt himself. He lets the fire dance across his face a bit more... and then shuts off the feed.]
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21 May 2012 at 11:12 pm
[ The video switches on but the view seen is shaky, mainly because it is being carried in hand and swinging back and forth. There's silence for a while before the swinging abruptly stops, revealing what looks to be near the Koi pond. The communicator is finally readjusted as he sits and what looks to be a smiling face stares into the screen.

Except, that wasn't ordinary cheerfulness, no--it was more of a sadistic smile, really.
] You're just wasting your time…we're all going to die. We need to. Its the only way…

[ The voice was apathetic, void of any emotion and the hand that is brought into view had blood seeping from the palm, indicating it had been slightly cut. It was clutching a small knife--likely taken from the shelter's kitchen, and the sharp object was being turned over, reflecting a small child's face, and eyes that were dilated. ]

…You can help, if you want to.

((ooc: anyone is welcome to try and snap him out of it but they might be rewarded with verbal or physical resistance. THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN WITHOUT MUN'S PERMISSION THOUGH~))
[Action] : LIBRARY
18 May 2012 at 11:35 am
[Nasuti wasn't too surprised that the people who signed up for the book club seemed to share similar tastes...perhaps it was due to similar personality types? That's what she liked to think, at least. Even so, it was proving to be a challenge to find just the right book selection to kick off this endeavor. Maybe she was putting too much pressure on herself, but picking the right book could very well make or break the club, after all.

Perusing the aisles, skimming the spines of many books, both worn and some apparently untouched, Nasuti had a difficult time letting any of the titles sink in. Maybe she should've invited Seiji along. He was opinionated enough, and probably one of the more difficult parties to please, as far as those signed-up were concerned.

Well, as far as she knew, anyway...]

...just need to find the right thing to stick out at me...[She muttered beneath her breath tiredly. She hadn't expected so much energy to be put towards this, but she wanted it to be perfect. This was her first impression on quite a few of the people here, after all.]
video; open (mostly)
16 May 2012 at 04:38 pm
[As usual, Judith is somewhere high up, but good luck figuring out where from the endless field of blue behind her head. The communicator dangles for a moment before snapping into place and she’s smiling in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.]

I suppose I should be grateful. Every need is taken care of and our new old warden seems a lot kinder than our old new one. [Judith doesn’t give that sentence any time to be unraveled before moving on, tilting her face toward the sky.] Still, it’s hard not to miss certain things from home, or certain people.

[Talking about Ba’ul? Now why would she do that! What Judith really (probably) means is…]

It’s good I was able to get this. [She holds up a certain wanted poster. It’s greyed a little from age and has been folded a few evident times but the artistic rendition is still clear.] I never learned to draw, so I can’t possibly recreate something so masterful.

video; private to Anew )
[ Theater Workshop | Video/Action | OPEN ]
15 May 2012 at 04:37 pm
----- [ Action / Workshop ]-----
[ Oof! Today's a big day, and the Dance Hall of the Athletic Complex momentarily has folding chairs set in a circle, and a box of random objects (a plastic tea cup, a felt hat, a bow, a tiny umbrella, a hand mirror, etc.) set in the middle. ]

[ Today's activities are... ] )

----- [ Video / Open ]-----

[ Have a cheerful greeting, inmates! ]

Hello Marina! And to those of you who just arrived yesterday, welcome! My name's Kohran and I'll be handling a Theater Workshop! You'll learn ways on how to put a stage play together and of course, how to act!

We're having our first meeting today so please drop by at the Dance Hall of the Athletic Complex in Sector 6.

(( OOC: The workshop functions as a CLASS post so tag around and mingle! Playing out the activities are optional so you can also have your kids mess around in "class" or hang out before and after class here. Observers are also welcome.

ETA: I forgot to mention that I'm not tracking this post so I don't get notifs for replies. Oops. :x ))
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15 May 2012 at 01:27 am
[The video turns on to a straight-up view of the "sky", the sound of running water heard for a moment or two before the camera quickly swings down to reveal an area of the waterfall, and then turns to a miserable looking boy who's trying to get his feet under him and stand up on one of the rather slippery rocks there as he adjusts his headset. He's very confused and very off balance at the moment, and takes an uncertain look at his very not right location while running a hand through his blonde hair.

After a beat, he finally addresses the communicator somewhat haltingly as he starts to hop from rock to rock with equal hesitation]

Um... I-I know this is going to sound really weird but, um... did anyone happen to see me out last night?

Because I'm pretty sure this isn't where I went to bed, I didn't even know we had a waterfall here actually, but it's not the first time I've gone, ah-- sleep... walking, you could say... [Yeah, go with that Emil; it's sadly less weird than explaining that the Other Guy sometimes hijacks, in his opinion] So, I'd-- I'd just really like to know, if anyone can... tell me anything, I guess.

[Except there his feet go out from under him on an unlucky landing; sending him sliding into the still frigid pool, the yelp he makes and the feed both cutting off as he goes under. So... give him a minute]

[[ooc: if action is more your thing, feel free to watch him take a swim! I will be getting to tags in the morning <3]]
Sniffles and Sneezes [ action || open ]
08 May 2012 at 04:43 pm
[The turn of the cold weather had done a number on Ashura, and the rapid switch back to warming temperatures (not to warm yet, but warm enough), was playing havoc on his sinuses. The end result being he was stricken with something of a nasty head cold. And of course the consequence of this being that he sneezed - a lot.

The throbbing pressure of a sinus head ache made concentrating a bit difficult, which in turn meant that almost every other time he sneeze, especially in a chain, there was a pop (like a firecracker) of a burst of flame around him. It happened now and then when he got sick, even at this age (one never quite grew out of it).

He was out for some light exercise, a walk really, but the sneezes kept coming - and with the, the pops.]

[ooc: he won't be setting anything on fire, unless you want him to accidentally set something of yours on fire. Otherwise the little flare ups are to fast to do much besides make that loud 'pop' sound.]
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30 April 2012 at 08:01 pm
[Touma was in the training area of the dojo, his golden bow in hand, working through some movements to fight and defend. He was using the bow much like a staff, shadow fighting with an invisible opponent, and pulling off some complex maneuvers complete with spins and tucks and rolls. It was clear he was trained in fighting as he moved, but it looked like he was working on defensive moves more than offensive moves.

He was getting used to fighting without his armor to protect him.]
Mood: determined
19 April 2012 at 09:33 pm
[Here is Sougo.

Watch as Sougo is slurping and stuffing his face with ramen. What a mess he's making!

And then he decides talking is a good idea.]

This is some shit. Finally got people from my world, but they're assholes. Why couldn't it be anyone good?

[Sluuuuurps more noodles.]

And then some asshole destroyed the one hangout that was actually decent.


Well whatever. Guess I shouldn't expect much from this shitty place anyway.
17 April 2012 at 09:22 pm
[ He'd come to the library on a whim thanks to a conversation he'd had earlier. It reminded him of something, something he'd been considering ever since he landed in this place. Now the urge to read the entire selection itself was far too tempting. So there he was, volume in hand as he thumbed through the pages in search for that one passage.

You're in for a little poetry today, it seems, inmates. ]

The mind is in its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free: the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.

[ And the volume is closed with a decisive thud. He takes a moment to set it down before taking his glasses off and wiping them with a handkerchief. ]

I can't help but wonder if any of you have considered that little passage in reference to our plight. It came to mind, earlier. Should we accept our fate as it is and make the most of the situation or should we fight to regain our freedom? It is after all, what we make of this place.

[ And the smallest smile. ]

Call me a curious man.
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.

[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]

Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.

[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.

Better to ask, right?]
[ Video/Voice | SO OPEN ]
11 April 2012 at 07:15 pm
[ Kohran is in a good mood, thanks to yesterday's festivities. She had taken note of Sentience's query, though she thinks she might need more time to ponder over her answer. However, something had been nipping at her brainstems and people will find that this is completely unrelated to machines/robots/general tinkering as she makes her broadcast: ]

Good day, Marina! How are you all doing today?

I was just wondering, would anyone be interested in holding a stage play?

[ She holds up some of the scripts that she had requested from Acumen, notably The Azure Sparrow, Trip to the Occident, and Thousand Furs. ]

We will need actors, people to work on costumes, lights, sounds and stage décor! It won't be something too big, I guess -- something light and fun where we can all work together! What do you think?

(( OOC: Hiatus schmiatus Come one, come all! There's long-term CR to be had (as plays aren't assembled in just days), and time-killing activities for your kids! Oh, and threadjacks are welcome in this post! ))
[action ~ open] backdated to midday
05 April 2012 at 06:27 pm
[Sector 4, Meditation Waterfall]

[Standing on one of the stones in front of the waterfall with crossed arms, Kanon can be seen meditating, as if he were asleep at first sight since he's motionless. But if you get closer, a tiny golden aura is surrounding his frame. Despite his reduced power, it has an aggressive sensation.

The Saint wants to see how far his Cosmo can reach its limit. Little by little, taking his time. He may end quite exhausted, though he's used to hard work.

After all, manipulating a God and leading his subjects is enough proof.]