12 November 2011 at 10:39 am
[action; closed]

[Marianne sprawls out a little on the bed, kicking her feet in the air. It's an unclaimed apartment, typically - but it's more than a little claimed this night.

Reaching over, she threads her hands through C.C.'s hair.
] How about a French braid?

[action; open.]

[A little before that, Marianne is on an aimless walk through the streets. The surroundings only barely interest her, and the people slightly moreso, but she's grateful for the fresh air and the space to think.]
08 November 2011 at 10:15 am
[ Yes, this guy's finally making a post after harassing you all. A very pretty woman appears on the screen, rather frantic-looking; but she's not quiet for long until- ]


Haruhi, Haruhi, are you here? Answer me if you are! I love you! I promise I didn't neglect you as a child - I hope you don't think that!

Missing person alert! I am looking for a girl named Haruhi Fujioka. She has short dark hair in the cutest pixie cut and big magic brown eyes and probably is dressed like a tomboy. She's about 5'2", Japanese, from Bunkyou-ku, Tokyo! She's fifteen years old and was born on February 4th; she's an Aquarius, her bloodtype is O, and her favorite foods are sushi and strawberries!

If you've seen her here, please let me know! My name is Ranka Fujioka and it is your civil duty to reconnect a child with her parent! Repent for your criminal ways and help me find my daughter!

[ He is about to turn off the communicator, when another idea strikes him... His tone is very ominous and much more- manly. ]

And in case there is some repulsive, over-grown cockroach here by the name of Tamaki Suou-- No doubt you're here for some sex crime, molesting poor innocent girls who don't know any better... If I find out you did anything to my daughter, you won't live to regret it.
07 November 2011 at 09:18 pm
No. [the voice is masculine, irritated, and tinged with a British accent.]

No. No, all right? I don't care. I'm not telling you anything, you bastards. I don't care what set-up you've got here-- Eloquios Ocean, I'm certain that's not a load of shit at all. What, have you got a new Animus hack, plug us in while we're unconscious and-- and make us think you've got the power to put us in an underwater prison, through time and space and all, yeah? [a disbelieving snort.]

You lazy fucks. Wouldn't know an original idea if it came up and bit you on the arse, would you? No, you wouldn't. Just let me go, then, yeah, or get on with your uninventive torture and murder and suppressing the flow of information. All in a days work for you lot, right?

[a scoff, then, and, as there's the distinct noise of him grappling with unsteady hands to shut the feed off;] Bloody wankers.
[video/action | open]
07 November 2011 at 08:10 pm
Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt. Strange, though. He's too angry to notice that the pay is lasting longer than usual, and the cuts, simply, are not healing.]

You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]

[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]

((OOC: Sound familiar? Yeah, that's because Wolverine was here during the 4th wall, but he doesn't remember it at all~))
[action/open] [backdated to afternoon]
07 November 2011 at 01:05 pm
[ if you are out in the park this afternoon, you might see a small, green-haired girl with matching cat ears and tail. the ears and tail are shifting, reacting to noises and whatnot, though the girl is fast asleep in a patch of sun. if you get closer, you might notice that C.C. looks much younger than usual, and not just because she's curled up into a little ball.

wake her up, you know you want to. ]
Location: Sector 4, Park / Afternoon
[Video | Action]
01 November 2011 at 09:02 pm
[When he saw the bowls of candies around at the shelter, Atsuro couldn't help but grab some for himself. After plopping in the sour soft candy, he doesn't seem to notice his new additions at first.

A while later, after people pointed them out to him, he flicks on the communicator. Tugging his hat a bit down, but not too hard.

Who else tried the candies so far?

[Atsuro doesn't seem to look that different. Until people notice the little 'bumps' on his head, hidden under his hat.]

(ooc: Please assume that Atsuro have his dog ears and tail for the event.)
[ action/video | open ]
25 October 2011 at 11:29 pm
[ 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. ]


[ 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?
[ voice / action ] - backdated a tiny bit to earlier morning
19 October 2011 at 09:43 am
[he's dimly aware that his bed doesn't feel as comfortable as it usually does this morning, but that in and of itself doesn't feel strange. Suzaku's bed isn't as comfortable as his. and there's someone in bed with him, but that doesn't feel strange, either -- even though he's sleeping in the nude. he wakes up with people in bed with him all the time, one way or the other.

coffee. what he needs is coffee. he's sitting up to slip out of bed when he notices the other figure in it.

and shrieks]

[voice, NOT private]
Nunnally?! Are you okay? Where are you? [sdlkfjsl must make sure Nunnally isn't in bed with some man]

Everyone report!

[p, panic]

((ooc: Voice is open to everyone; action is open for anyone in the shelter who would come running in alarm at the girlish shrieking, especially Zeldas and Ritas. Lelouch will probably by that point be wrapped up in the sheet and in the hallway, being very unsteady. If you want to action tag with Sheik instead, just put it in your subject line.))
video | action | open
11 October 2011 at 04:49 pm

[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!

04 October 2011 at 05:41 pm
[When the video clicks on, Mokou sits in a relatively dark room. With a large icepack on her head.]

Look, if you wanna call this place a prison, keep track of your "inmates." At least the ones on the outside have metal bars and handcuffs to keep all the humans from escaping. Honestly. You are the shittiest warden...

So, who hasn't vanished into the abyss? Four days, yes, but gods know who's gone by now.

[She looks like she's about to turn the feed off, but reconsiders for a moment.]

Also, to the newbies? Yes, you're in prison. Yes, you're possibly chained up. Stop fucking complaining. [BECAUSE, YOU KNOW...SHE TOTALLY DIDN'T UTTER DEATH THREATS OVER THE NETWORK WHEN SHE FIRST ARRIVED. NOPE.]

[Private to Reisen]

Inaba. Get your ass over to Sector Five, before I hunt you down like the scared rabbit you are. ♥ [She makes a heart-shape with her hands. Reisen, run.]
03 October 2011 at 10:30 pm
Wow, this place is awesome! A rink, an arcade, a movie theater - ! And check this out - I'm even doing laundry! [anyone who has ever done laundry before will pale at the amount of detergent Gino is throwing in] Anya should totally be here to see this.

I wonder if this makes me a real commoner now. [god, that would be so awesome.] I can't wait to check the entire place out later. The arcade first, then the theater! [and then maybe an exit, but he doesn't think he'll be that lucky.]

[pause] You know what else we should have here? A casino! One with all those light up slot machines. Now that would be really cool.
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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[ video / open ]
12 September 2011 at 05:04 pm
[ oh, hello, Marina. someone looks like she's just waking up -- her hair is just tousled enough and the button-down shirt is just unbuttoned enough that this video may or may not have been staged. either way, she yawns and stretches and rubs her eyes, and then gives the camera a little smirk. ]

I hear there's a dance-thing tonight. Anyone out there not have a date yet?

[ and here's another yawn -- more genuine this time ]

And who do I talk to about working at that bar? The one over in sector five?
[ action / open ]
10 September 2011 at 05:01 pm
[private to Kallen]
Come over. There's something we need to talk about.

[click. but it sounds all grim and important, doesn't it? you should come right away]

[action / mingle]
[Casa de vi Britannia is bustling today with plans. ...Prom plans, of course. A household full of teenage girls, and also Suzaku, is of course going to take an event like this very seriously. It's time to pick out what you want to wear and show it off and have big brother Lelouch tailor them.]

[If you live here, or have a reason to visit, or speak to anyone in the household, or if you just pass by and are wondering, "Why is a ballgown hanging out the window of that house?" -- feel free to tag in! Mingle poooost, so tag amongst yourselves.]

((ooc: backdated to afternoon))
[voice/open | action/closed]
22 August 2011 at 09:38 pm
[ she's lain in the hospital bed for three days, unmoving, not breathing, and without a heartbeat. her skin has been cold and greyish, unpleasant to touch. today, though, something changes.

first, a heartbeat. and her color slowly returns. she inhales, and slowly opens her eyes. movement comes slowly; she looks up at the unfamiliar ceiling, expecting to see the stars in the dome sky. the last thing she saw... she thinks. she shivers as her body starts to warm up, and she fumbles for, for... for someone who is usually there when she wakes-- except that once, with the Sigfried -- and her fingers brush something... ]


Lel... ouch...? [ her lips are dry and voice not as strong as she's used to ]

((ooc: Voice replies are open! Action is closed to anyone who would have a reason to be there.))
[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.
[Action | CLOSED]
31 July 2011 at 04:57 am
[The main dome lighting dims before flicking off, leaving the smaller lights to try to make up for its absence; end of another day. She's not keeping count as such, but it chisels away at her mind and reasoning without fail, until it's like a jackhammer in the sense that you can't ignore it even if you want, so she ends up knowing it's been too long anyways.

She walks about with no plan or point in mind as she is usually wont to, and even more so when it gets this bad. The prison is never as desolate as she wants it to be, even at these hours. If there was no one else here, she could simply shrug and say there's nothing to be done for it, because there's no one else here. Easier to deal through something when there is no solution for it, than ignore it while one is available. She finds herself wondering if it can even be compared to the need to eat or breathe for normal people. You can't say no to those very long either. But then she realizes it's just her wishing for some kind of thread to that side, however thin, like it's even possible. It's depressing every time she tries it.

At least it's not raining anymore]

[video / filtered from Axel]
28 July 2011 at 01:09 am
Hey. Did anyone see Anya yesterday? If you don't know her, she's about-- [he holds his hand up, this tall] --with pink hair and red eyes.

I talked to her this morning and I'm trying to help her with something. [doesn't feel right to just say it like that] So-- I guess that's it.

[crappy day yesterday has been compounded with breaking up with Axel today, so he's the least friendly right now, and he looks about as cheerful as he feels. but he is going to get this done, something will go right with one of his friends, he's going to help Anya figure out why she can't remember what happened yesterday]
19 July 2011 at 11:50 am
[Her conversation with Charles from yesterday had reminded Marianne of how much the silence chafed at her, and she rises up for a little while. Every street, every store front and restaurant, Marianne weaves in and out of the different sectors haplessly until she makes it to her destination.

It only takes her a few minutes to disable the vi Britannia manor's security system, sliding in through the back door and going straight for the kitchen. Somehow, she trusts that her son keeps the best produce.

((OOC: Closed to residents of the Casa di vi Britannia or those who would have a good reason to be there!))
[action | OPEN]
13 July 2011 at 11:43 pm
[Inside the pet cafe, the many pets there are frolicking about doing their own thing as usual, but there is actually a very stunning sight(for those who know her) to be beheld there; several of the species clustered and clamoring around one Ryougi Shiki who is shockingly and without warning in their midst.

Really, she hadn't spared much thought for the place, until today when a very pink, very flowery kitty thing had hopped up near a window while she passed by, and caught her attention. And she was doomed.

So that's how she ended up fully inside the place now, and kneeling down on the floor, dutifully making sure to give generous pettings to every little animal that demands it from her, right down to the rappig and some fluffball with a tail thing that are milling about her as well]

...You guys look more like stuffed animals than real ones...

[Not that there's anything wrong with that she loves stuffed animals!]

[[ooc: as always I'll be slow getting to tags please don't hate me]]