08 November 2011 at 06:19 pm
[ Acumen said that there would be snow tomorrow and has advised all inmates to procure winter clothing. "All inmates" means Artoo. Hey, he doesn't like being cold any more than the next person, right? So, he's in a shop picking out a scarf and hat - green ones. He likes green. ]

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.
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07 November 2011 at 09:32 pm
Ahh, how unreal! This is unbelievable! It’s almost like the premise of a video game except this is real life! Just think of all the possibilities that could come from a set-up like this! The forbidden romance between two criminals; a boy and a girl trying to find their way home, all the while seeking comfort in one another as the dream of ever finding a way out gets farther and farther away! There are so many possible scenarios it’s almost unbearable!
If only Anri-chan and Mikado were here with me! She would be perfect as the leading lady beside me and him the perfect sidekick, supporting us in our perils as we try and keep the flames of our love alive while spending eternity together in this cold, dark prison! [Which is a strange thing for someone who is standing in broad daylight to say, but he’s on a roll so let’s not question this statement quite yet.] I suppose in their absence I will have to find others to replace them.
I’m sure that won’t be too hard. In a prison full of such lovely ladies, there must be many of you just dying to win the love of someone as handsome and loving as I! Yes, I can see it now, every one of you has some trait that makes you worthy of my love. There is no need to fight over who gets the part as my leading lady, though! There is more than enough of me to go around for all of you and I am more than happy to accommodate all of you. [And with that, there is a wink and the cut of the feed.]
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25 October 2011 at 11:29 pm
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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?
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20 October 2011 at 07:32 pm
[Ukitake is sitting outside the home he shares with several other inmates as the afternoon eases into evening. He's exchanged his uniform for warmer but still traditional clothing, his haori and hakama made of somewhat heavier materials to defend against the slight chill in the air. A steaming cup of tea is cradled in his hands, and every now and then, he raises it to his lips as he watches the activity nearby.]

How interesting that Acumen has gone to the trouble of replicating the seasons, at least to some extent. I'm curious. What other types of weather can we expect here? Has there ever been snow, or storms? There was a light rain not long after I arrived, which I found quite refreshing, but I haven't thought to ask before if perhaps our warden cares to go a little further in recreating the experience of being out of doors.
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] ))

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11 October 2011 at 05:41 pm
[Hello, Marina. Gazelle hasn't used the communicator very often (at least not where she's using it to post) so bare with her for a moment as she fiddles with the device to be extra sure it's on and working. Finally when she's 100% sure it is, she smiles a little victoriously.]

[And now it's question time, people!]
Oh, hey. If anyone can hear me, can you tell me who I talk to... to get to go to school here?

[pause, pause]

Um, because I forgot --But! I really want to go, though.
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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12 September 2011 at 09:09 pm
[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!
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06 September 2011 at 10:28 pm
----- [ Open ] -----

[ Remember this brightly smiling face, Marina? This man is currently surrounded by greenery, long hair pulled back in a ponytail and is holding a pair of pruning scissors. ]

Roses, for all their beauty, are known to be quite the fussy plants! Constant pruning is required, for the leaves tend to take away nutrients that would otherwise be channeled towards healthy blossoms.

[ Talking to himself? Maybe. Until he looks to the camera~ ]

Roses are also versatile plants, for not only their perfume nor their appearance make most of their charm, but their taste as well. They make the interesting addition to tea, roast birds and pastries.

So, tell me Marina, are there unique recipes from your home that you might want to share? Perhaps those tuning in to this feed might pick up something new as well!

----- [ Private to Rai and M-21 ] -----

[ Now he has the welcome basket -- the treats, the pamphlet and brochures, and other supplies. Along with the basket came a new accessory. And so as promptly and sharply as he can, albeit void of any humor -- ]

Master, M-21.

I have been restrained. I will be late for dinner.
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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24 August 2011 at 11:04 am
[If you happen to be out and about this fine day, you might happen to see a rather odd sight: one (1) small red dragon, about a foot tall, a set of oversized binoculars clutched in his small claws. He might be lying on a tree branch, or lurking on that street corner, or perhaps even peering out at you from behind those bushes.

His mission?

Be Howard Link Find and locate one (1) Allen Walker, and proceed to follow his movements for the rest of the day, possibly even the rest of the week. Why? Because Cross bullied harassed blackmailed told him to.

Feel free to catch him as he roams across the dome. Mushu's never been a very good spy, and his bright coloring makes him stand out rather obviously.]

((ooc: he'll be at this all day, so feel free to bump into him at any time of the day and any location!))
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15 August 2011 at 07:55 pm
[She's not happy. She's not happy. Goddamn is she unhappy right now.
Because right now? She's busy yelling at the welcome message on this thing she now has. Like somehow it'll help.]

Don't hide from me, you shitbrain! I don't know where the fuck you are but I'm going to find you. And when I find you, I'm going to turn your asshole inside out.

[And then, she chucks it. Without Tyrann, it doesn't go very far and remains mostly intact but it feels good to let out her pent up anger in more ways than simple foaming at the mouth.]

Take my swords, spout stupid bullshit at me. I haven't got the fucking time for this.
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15 August 2011 at 05:47 pm
[Have an up close and personal look at an eye, Marina. A rather pretty dark brown eye, marred only by the fact that an enormous fuzzy black caterpillar seems to have crawled above it and died--or maybe just by the fact that its owner has an incredibly thick, bushy eyebrow.]

I wonder if this is working yet.....

[The view pulls back a little to show a very ruggedly masculine face, complete with a large nose, shiny black bowl cut, and large, calloused, powerful-looking hands. He tinkers with the device a little more--mostly just pressing buttons at random, really, in an attempt to figure out what they do. Being that he's not actually wearing it, he isn't really having much luck.]

Well, I suppose I could always try again, if it isn't?

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he studes the communicator, then nods to himself firmly, looking satisfied. He punches one more button for good measure, then puts on the device and carefully straightens it out. It reveals a fashion disaster--dark blue sandals paired with gaudy, puffy, pinstriped bright orange legwarmers; a red cloth belt with a shining silver plate where a buckle should be, bearing a stylized leaf engraved on it; a bulky forest green flak vest with a multitude of pockets on it; and a blindingly bright spring green, very skintight spandex jumpsuit that leaves far too little to the imagination. Even worse, he seems to be posing, hips thrust out and fists resting solidly on them, chest puffed out self-confidently.]

Hello, people of Marina! It seems we are to be prisoners together! I earnestly hope this won't be the case forever, but until our stay here is finished, then I feel it is only right and proper to introduce myself to all of you, so we may come to be comrades and work together well as quickly and smoothly as possible!

[A sudden, dramatic breeze ruffles his vest and hair, carrying leaves that swirl behind him, dancing in the wind and winking in the sun. A convenient sunbeam bathes Gai in golden light as he spins, this pose even more dramatic than the last, one arm thrown to the sky before whipping down to point emphatically at the camera. It rises to make a thumbs up soon after, and he winks and grins, teeth sparkling blindly (and maybe even audibly, was that a 'ping' just then?) for the benefit of his audience.]

I am Maito Gai, the Proud Green Beast of Konoha!

It's a pleasure to meet you all; please allow me the honor of your friendship, and the privilege of any further knowledge about this place that you've acquired! Together, our strength and the fruits of our hard work will know no bounds!

((OOC: Maito Gai from Naruto, from somewhere during part 2. No specific canon point, but likely somewhere between the Rescue Gaara arc and the Pain arc.))
09 August 2011 at 09:53 pm
[ and now, for everyone's listening pleasure(?): a rather hesitant voice articulating very, very mechanically slowly and clearly. ]

Play. Rewind. Stop. Play. Play. Ah... LED... light? Recorder -- ?

[ pause; yes, yes it is a recorder and not an old school voice-command operated music-player. ]

Test. Ka-ke-ki-ko-ku. Sa-se-shi-so-su.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. None. Ten.

Zero... one. Zero-One. Zero-One. Zero-One.

Mi... Misato. Katsuragi. Misa ---

[ ...maaaaaaybe a little too much frustration for that one. A bit of heaving, followed by silence, then back to the neutral reciting. ]

...to. Tsu. Chi. Ta. Te. Test.

[ even more tentatively -- ]

Hello... world?
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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.
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27 July 2011 at 12:55 am
What d'you miss right now?

And ''my home" doesn't count as an answer.

[The dome has been too quiet for his tastes. What, doesn't anyone ask burning questions anymore?]
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27 July 2011 at 12:50 am
{OOC: Yes, I said no new posts... I fail at hiatus, but these are kind of CYA posts anyway for Touma and Kitty for activity. Please note in the subject line if you meet Kitty at the beach or on Patrol.}

[Kitty was sitting at the beach enjoying some of the slightly cooler weather and the lack of rain. She had some of her things from school and was studying. Classes seemed to run year-round, but, considering the year was only about 50 days, it would be silly to have time off in the 'summer'.

Later that night, she was patrolling around Sector 3 doing her thing for the Defense Force.]
07 July 2011 at 06:43 pm
[ Did she, did she dream all of that? The angel attack, the coma, the momentary lapse of insanity - ]

[ her head is aching, which only serves to exacerbate her already spoiled mood further. ]

Oh come on, you could have at least let me kill all of them! Stupid robot. I only had three left - I could have beat them all in the next minute. But no, all I get is a splitting headache. Thanks a lot.

[ closes her eyes and massages her temples, and -- actually manages a smile ] ...I forgot how good it feels to kill angels.
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05 July 2011 at 03:57 pm
[Someone wasn't too keen on this whole communicator idea just yet. Starting from Sector 0, Gin will be working his way around each sector (with restraints), looking for Don Krieg. You will know this whether you like it or not because he will be occasionally calling out his name. Help a pirate out/tell him to shut up?]