08 August 2011 at 10:31 pm
[The feed begins, and anyone who knows Edgar would more than likely to be a bit confused to hear him as this. His tone is polite and formal, but overly so, and cold. Anyone who knows him particularly well (i.e. probably no one here) would recognize that he’s clearly quite angry and upset at something – but keeping it covered somewhat well.]

I have come to understand that we are all being held prisoner here, and many of us under false or at least questionable charges. It has also been said that this place is inescapable, and going to be our collective home for the foreseeable future. Therefore, it only makes sense to work together in this endeavor.

As such, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edgar Figaro. I look forward to working with you all.


[Since he's restrained, this morning will find him in the dining hall, eating breakfast, likely near the other restrained inmates. He does not look particularly pleased with the situation, but he doesn't seem to be taking it out on anyone at the moment. Care to interrupt him?]
04 August 2011 at 10:00 pm
[Unusually, the club has been overtaken by its littlest patrons. One (1) Anya Alstreim, Knight of Six, and one (1) Roxas, Keyblade wielding Nobody, have taken up residence at the bar counter, dangling feet and all.

Pushed to the side are empty bowls of ice cream and they may be drinking out of straws, but that's not abnormal, right?

Jade! I think Jade. You know what? Your idea of pouring peach schnapps over vanilla ice cream worked! It was really good. [his eyes are bright, and he holds up a shotglass]

And I just wanted to tell everyone that -- I really like everyone I've met here. Almost everyone. Especially the people who aren't from where I'm from. I just want you all to know that. Being a good friend is the best thing you could be.

...I guess... I could apologize to some people...
[another unsteady melancholy moment, and then -- he doesn't!] Nah -- I don't want to ruin it. I'm in a good mood.

[Anya nudges Roxas's elbow, her eyes wide and her face somewhat flushed. But her words are clear and even.] Check on Dagonet, too.

Oh -- and someone should go feed Dagonet. [a thoughtful beat] He's the cat.

((OOC: Forward dated to later in the evening! Anyone who tags will likely get double teamed, but if you want someone specific, just say so. We are amenable to all the things!))
[ Video | Open | Education Center Workshop ]
02 August 2011 at 07:02 pm
[ Her day had started out WONDERFULLY. She had just received the materials she needed for PM's Mail Bike and she was SO EXCITED -- EXCITED! -- to work on the thing that she didn't bother changing out of her dress! However, things she has seen in the Workshop -- or rather, what she has not seen -- has lead to the sour face the network is seeing now. ]

Tools and materials are missing from the Workshop. And I don't mean just one or two, but a whole bunch of 'em.

Whoever took 'em, bring 'em back now.

[ Voice clipped in barely controlled nerdrage temper. Yes, that is the same girl calling for talents and volunteers for the Talent Show and she is not happy. No one desecrates the holy grounds of a mechanic! ]

(( OOC: As ooc-ly plotted with Parsnip, a certain demon hunter has pilfered a good number of the tools from the Workshop and Kohran doesn't know~ ))
[video / action / open]
02 August 2011 at 02:00 pm
[Ritsuka is sitting with his feet up on one of the couches (don't worry; he took his shoes off) of the first floor shelter common room with several large stacks of photographs arranged on the cushions beside him. He has paused in the middle of sorting pictures, if the stack still in his hand is any indication, and switched on his communicator. He frowns thoughtfully down at the pictures that have already been organized, then at the stack in his hands, before addressing the video.]

What's the best way to put memories in order? If I organize them by person, I'll get the days mixed up, but if I put them in order of day it'll be harder to find the ones I need of a particular person. [Not to mention Ritsuka's getting increasingly frustrated looking at the ones missing their timestamps.]

If anyone has an idea, I'd like to hear it.
02 August 2011 at 04:55 am
She thinks she only dreamt that her family was murdered. )

[When her voice comes through the communicator, it's quieter than anyone will have heard from her before.]

Michael? Michael, where are you?

[a tentative pause, but he doesn't answer quickly enough. her voice steadily gets both louder and more hysterical.]

I had a bad dream. Michael? [taking panicked, shallow breaths.] Johann, Michael answer me! I need you!

[rising to a screech.]

You can't just leave me here!

((canon update! will answer tagbacks properly later, sorry! ♥))
[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/Open, Voice/Private | Daytime | Education Center] Busy busy day~
12 July 2011 at 10:46 am
[ Morning | Computer Labs]

[ While Kohran considered herself a genius when it comes to inventions and the relatively steam-based technology of her world, she still finds herself a little stumped with regards to the more advanced programs Marina's computers offered.

She had no problems with word processing -- she's actually having fun changing fonts and colors around. She's also poking around a drawing program, doodling figures with her mouse. Somewhere along the way, she gets distracted by a game (must be the gears...) ]

[ Afternoon | Music Room ]

[ A few piano notes are heard though only key notes just going along with a voice singing an easy ballad* It was more for practice than a real performance, but she wouldn't mind company and sing someone a song. ]

[ She also takes the opportunity to call on a few people... ]

[ Voice | Private to Kaworu ]
Kaworu-han? I have sheet music I would like to show you. Do you have a moment?

[ Voice | Private to Hokuto ]
Good afternoon, Miss Sumeragi! I'm Kohran Li! May I have a moment of your time?

(( OOC: Open action post! Catch her at the Computer Lab or at the Music Room, just note it somewhere in your tag. Also, pretend it's Kohran singing for the sake of practice |D;; Her voice actually sounds like this. ))
001 [Video || Action]
05 July 2011 at 09:53 am
[Rogue has read all the brochures and she understands what's going on here. She comes from a world where there are factions of people who would imprison mutants just because they're mutants. She's got her cloak on but the hood is pushed back. As one might expect, she looks a little distressed, perhaps because she's imprisoned but perhaps not exactly. She is chained and working in Sector 1.]

I get some of the reasons I'm here but you don't understand. I didn't have a choice that time. It ain't like I ever wanted anyone hurt.
05 July 2011 at 09:24 am
[The video feed clicks on to reveal a slightly destroyed room. Someone woke up and was not impressed with things. Michael's worn himself out now though, and is sitting on what remains of the bed. He comes into view once he's sure the stupid communicator is working and puts it on properly]

Okay so, whose fucking idea was this? 'Cause I am really in the mood to kill someone right now. [He's growling slightly, definitely not in the best mood] I'm going to make it real clear, either I get Johann and Nena back or people are going to die. I don't fucking care what it takes.

And give me my goddamn knife back!
[Video/Action] - Open
04 July 2011 at 02:15 pm
[There's the sound of fumbling, then a couple swears, then Gilbert's angry face appears on the screen. He doesn't remember falling asleep here, and... he is not pleased! He has so many things to do and people to watch...]

Hey. Send me back to where I came from! I obviously don't belong here! [The chain on his foot rattles as he lunges forward to yell into the communicator, the cigarette he so gracefully talks around almost falls out. Almost.]

This better not be some kind of joke! [And he's fumbling for his guns, which he just can't find.] Where are my weapons?!
[ Event: Summer Solstice Festival ]
29 June 2011 at 12:23 pm
[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]
[ voice | open ] Early evening
25 June 2011 at 05:53 pm
Alright, you lovely ladies! [ and Judith especially if she's listening ] Who's going to be my date for the movies tonight? I'm in the mood for a flick.
[Action | Closed | Late Afternoon]
18 June 2011 at 12:13 am
[It had been a long day entertaining prospective talents and volunteers and arranging her notes accordingly. Kohran reminds herself that she must learn how to use the "small" computers in the Education Center sometime...

But for now, with a blueprint case slung over a shoulder, a paper bag hanging from an elbow and a box in her hand big enough to hold a small table lamp, she makes her way towards Mr Asplund's place of residence -- she can't wait to show him and Ms Croomy her prototype for Mr Puddingbot!

She then knocks at the address given to her by Mr Asplund...]
[Video/Voice/Action | SO OPEN]
14 June 2011 at 01:03 pm
[What with the new arrivals, Kohran is not missing this chance to rope people in for a special little project~ She is currently at one of the classrooms in the Education Center armed with her notebook and opens the feed. Have a cheerful face and voice greet you today~]

Good morning everyone!

I've noticed that Marina has some talented singers and musicians, and I was thinking we can hold a little talent show! With so many people coming from different worlds, I feel that there's a big talent pool here, and it'll be an opportunity to share something from your world and have fun at the same time!

So! Would anyone be interested in participating or do you know someone who might want to participate?

(( OOC: Come sign up! THREADJACKS ARE MOST WELCOME so you can make fun of your friends FOR FRIENDLY ENABLING! ))
13 June 2011 at 09:37 pm
[It's a bit early, but Tamaki doesn't pay that any mind. Early to bed, early to rise as they say. Either way, he doesn't think most people will mind this no matter what the time is - he's not yelling or making any sort of commotion, and in fact, he's rather calm. Something he isn't very often.

The only sound coming from this video is the sound of a piano and on the screen is the handsome blonde boy playing it. He hasn't played in a while and with nothing else to do today, why not do something that any one can enjoy, himself included? An added bonus is that he can't insult anyone by using the word 'commoner', although that's not really something he's thinking of.

At the end of the song, he turns to face the camera and smiles.]

I hope you were all able to enjoy this.
10 June 2011 at 09:15 pm
Why - why would Acumen arrest a ghost? I don't think it makes much sense...Ghosts should be able to move on, right? I don't think it's fair to keep one here with m-me - with people. [does she sound a bit stressed?]

I really, really, really hope Acumen doesn't arrest any more...That would be the worst.

[Anyone who passes through Sector 1 will see Sakura slowly inching along the way. She's just left the headquarters and she's on her way home. It's dark and she looks more than unhappy being outside. In fact, she even has her wand out - just in case.]

[ooc: there is a 99.99% chance that Sakura will flail and accidentally hit you with her wand if you sneak up on her in the dark. She's had a traumatic day okay]
09 June 2011 at 02:29 pm
[Lightly] If Acumen's going to arrest people based on crimes like these then it may as well arrest the entire planet. I suppose you can't really blame it though, since the person at fault should be the programmer. [Anyone foolish enough to make such mistakes should really look to another field.] Anyone can make mistakes.

If it's alright, I'd be happy to help look over the program. If not, then that's fine also. Bad things might happen with such a program in charge, but I have a tendency to worry too much. [Cheerfully]

My name's Ami Mizuno. I hope to become good friends with you all, no matter how crowded it gets. [♥]
08 June 2011 at 02:33 am
[the first thing to show up on the camera is a blond young man lying on the ground. he seems slightly distressed. the foot of a high-heeled boot pokes at his side, making him twitch a little, before the camera pans upwards to show Nena smiling, as sweet as could be.]

Okay so, I was talking to this guy, and he sorta died on me. Well, not completely, but he looks pretty close! Now, before anyone gets any ideas, I didn't do anything! At all! Got that?

[glares a good few seconds, then she's cheerful again.]

Anyway, if no one comes to claim him or whatever, I'm keeping him! [v-sign! you can't say she's not being fair!]

((ooc: the poor victim is the lovely, unfortunate, Guy Cecil ♥ !))
[voice // public]
07 June 2011 at 05:47 pm
[The post starts in silence, with little but the roar of the sea and cries of the gulls to fill it; after a moment, Kisame lets out a noise somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a monster yawn.]

I've never seen a prison with a beach or brochures before.... This is a really nice place you've all got, here. Very welcoming. The basket is a nice touch, though I can't say much for the choice of accessories we're welcomed with..... No accounting for taste, I guess. Ugh.

[A grinding, scraping noise punctuates his comment--likely the sound of a ball-and-chain being dragged through sand or mud. A ridiculously heavy one to hear it, if the weight can be properly conveyed through sound alone. A moment of contemplative silence, and he chuckles.]

Is this really all there is to it? Living in isolation with full amenities until we die of natural causes or whatever? Or do the torture and interrogation come in later? Not that I'm complaining or anything, haha, I just mean this seems more like....well, more like deportation than imprisonment, I guess. Or something. I don't know. I was expecting something a lot more painful and uncomfortable than this, I'll admit. Prison usually isn't a very pretty or pleasant place. I do like the scenery so far though, I'll admit.

......So, uh, listen. My name is Hoshigaki Kisame. If anyone who knows my name is in here, please contact me. And if.... if anybody knows if Uchiha Itachi is around here, that'd also be really helpful, I'd appreciate it a lo--ghhk!

[There's the sound of splashing water, and Kisame splutters indignantly, the high chattering laugh of a dolphin easily heard in the background.]

Why don't you come back here and say that to my face, jerk? Hey--!

[A much louder splash follows; Kisame splutters and coughs again, and a series of splashes and the heavy rasping groan of his weight dragging along behind him follows before he cuts the post short; it seems he's going in after his mischievous new friend, though not without his share of difficulty. At least from the sound of his laughter, it seems more like he's had his pride ruffled than actually been upset by the interruption.]
[video/open | action/closed]
07 June 2011 at 05:38 pm
[video / filtered from Euphemia]

[Ryoji's face is somewhat taut, somewhat anxious, somewhat humoured by the situation. Oh, and what a situation it is.]

Can someone do me a favour? I had a bit of a mishap with my clothing, [sheepishly, but not particularly embarrassed, just honest.]


[Later in the day! Ryoji is just chilling outside the ice rink, waiting for Euphemia.

Get it? Chilling? He's wearing pants, though.