[It's been days with little to no sleep, hours of excessive training, and several skipped meals--and what ones were not skipped were lacking--but one would not notice by the tone of Itachi's voice. It's soft, contemplative, just as it normally is. He sits in the kitchen, bandaging burns on his hands that he was careless enough to get.]

Would you consider death an end or an exit? Does death truly bring a cease to events or does it merely rearrange the participants?

I hope there were no hard feelings. [He wasn't being sincere and he sounds pretty worn out.]

I don't feel like sleeping. [Yaaaaaaawn.]

Talk to me. Just try not to bore the fuck out of me, okay? [That was his way of saying he was willing to listen to whatever. Anything to stay awake...]



((ooc: Okay I'm going to be breaking up the Action logs into separate comments. One for the DF folks who dragged him in so they can talk to him, one for VISITORS(??) if there are any, and one for late at night for the lucky sap assigned to watch him.))

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.



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...



OOC STUFF
+ Info post / thread index (please read this first!)
+ Jeanne's greeting speech!
+ Prom King and Queen announcement. (Spoiler: It's Euphie and Kanda.)

[ 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?

Eh... there really are a bunch of people today.

[Lifting a hand she scratches the back of her neck, turning around to glance at the many other people in the park. There hasn't been this many new arrivals at once for a while, has there? Despite looking a bit daunted by the numbers, she practically glows, beaming. Her appearance is brighter than recently, less tired and worn. She's confident back, straight as she stares into the device cheerfully.]

Morning, Marina! Today I wanted to make an announcement. I wonder if this is a good time...with all the confusion. But if we're all stuck here for a while, might as well--!

[Lifting up a colorful sign, it's adorned with many different rainbow colors and bunnies, with the word 'Ethics' written in the center of it all.]

Ta-da! Starting in a couple of days I'll be teaching my very own class. [They'll let just about anyone teach, huh.]

I'm teaching ethics! The program was put together by the president-- ahh! [Looking embarrassed] I mean-- [She falters again, nearly saying 'Headmaster' before catching herself] Kaien Kurosu, and I think with everyone's unique backgrounds and the diversity represented it could be a really good thing.

[Giving the peace sign she flashes a wide, toothy grin, fangs clearly visible as she glows.]

Everyone should attend! You don't have to worry about it being crazy hard like math or something. It'll be fun. And... Oh yeah--!

[Lifting a finger into the air, just remembering:]

I almost forgot! It's mandatory for those on the defense force.

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, [What. Oh, never mind her, she's just being Zinda.] here I am! Sure is a whole lot more crowded than I remember it bein' before though.

Which oneayya you boys or girls wants to go get a drink with a real pretty lady? [THE BRIGHTEST MOST CHARMING SMILE.]

[it's clear as soon as the feed flips on that the normally impassive and... ahem, stone-faced Zelgadis is Not Happy. Oh his face is still stone all right, but he's doing a terrible job at impassive as he glares into the communicator, which he has yanked off his head.]

Is this supposed to be a joke? [He waves a tightly clenched fist at a stack of thick books, haphazardly stacked beside him. In the background, the entrance to the library -- he's just outside. Zelgadis picks up three of the books, reading their titles aloud:] Seventeen Ways to Water-Proof your Cloak. Trolls: Our Grumpy Buddies. How to -- [damn, he knew this would happen] Prepare Raw Dragon Meat for a Happy Tummy.

[he tosses the books in the air, a wind spell sending them flying high into the air. Zelgadis shoots off a quick fireball which, thanks to healing Sasha earlier, is only a half-dozen feet in diameter instead of several dozen. It does the job though, and the books go up in flame and smoke.]

[And back to glaring at the feed, his fangs glinting in the light of his spell.] Mock me if you will, Acumen, but I will find what I seek.


((OOC: All the tags are love! One caveat though, no matter how pissed he is he would not fire off spells when someone could get hurt, so please no tags with injuries due to his spells unless we talk OOCly o/ ))

[For the past couple days, Gilbert's been really thinking. He's been too ashamed to talk to Elliot and too depressed to do anything else. However, today, he's actually eaten and he's feeling slightly more confident. However, if you look at him, he doesn't seem like he would be nervous or upset at all. He honestly just looks angry.

So he's sitting in the cafeteria in the shelter, carefully eating his food and trying not to scarf it down. He's actually nervous, being in public, but he just looks angry, once more. ...And maybe a little bit lonely. So do you want to approach him? He certainly won't approach you, that's for certain.]

[Voice - Filtered to Elliot Nightray]

I need to talk to you.

[The video comes on, and Allelujah is visible through some drool on the communicator. He has a bird on his shoulder, and he's smiling gently at it, before looking off into the distance.]

- really don't know what kind of bird it is. Maybe I should look it up.

[He pauses, and shakes his head.]

Of course I can't take her home. Akito's cat might get to her… it's kind of a shame.

[A rather scruffy little kitten climbs into Allelujah's lap, and his eyes widen slightly before he reaches down and pets it on the head.]

You're so small… kind of like how I used to be.

[There's a loud bark, and the communicator goes skittering across the floor towards Allelujah.]

Huh? Oh… I didn't realize I dropped it. Wait, is it record -

[He shuts off the video.]

[ And today's transmission reveals... about 90 minutes of a one [1] restrained young man staring, possibly without blinking.

Suddenly, action, as our fellow approaches the communicator: close-ups to a (left) red eye, fingers tapping the lens ( knock-knock!), a nostril sniffing the device, and finally, a peek of his...teeth and tongue... as they seem intent to bite - no, don't do that, it's unsanitary - phew, he's decided against chomping the lens and in favour of ---

...giving it a tentative lick.

Nom. Nom. Nom.

Sadly, the camera is not delicious enough, and he backs away. ]


...no tea.


[ Yes, okay, you've won the battle, evil not-tea machine. But the war has not yet been fought until both sides of this shiny, shiny card are displayed before the camera! ]

Well now, it seems like Acumen isn't all that bad after all. I mean, apart from the whole imprisoning people for life bit. Apart from that, he seems agreeable enough.

[The voice currently coming across the communicator might be familiar to a few people, but the face certainly isn't. The background of the video looks like the outside of the hospital, for those with sharp eyes.]

Though announcing our requests across the whole network seems a bit... tactless. Anyways, now that I'm able to properly introduce myself, I thought it might be nice. You know, get friendly with all the new neighbors, since we'll be seeing a lot of each other. And I'd really love to meet each and every one of you.

[Mostly to see who he could form a new life link with, and who would be best for terrorizing, but that's besides the point.]

For those inquiring minds, I'm Captain Hazama of the Novus Orbis Librarium's Intelligence Department. I'm sure we'll be getting along just great here. Hehehe...


((OOC: Hazama has his body back! For anyone who wants to run into him in his ghost form at the hospital before he gets it back, that's fine too, just put that in your subject line.))

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]

[There was a sigh. The voice itself was perfectly normal, but anyone in the area to actually see what just made that noise might be in for a somewhat nasty surprise. The source of the noise is a tall, spindly, humanoid looking thing. He’s mostly solid looking. Mostly.]

Acumen? That’s a very self-important name. But that’s beside the point. The point is, even though you arrested me, I’m not angry, oh no. I’m not at all irritated that after hundreds of years of waiting, I had finally disabled Takamagahara. It’s not like I can’t just wait another couple hundred years for that to come around again. It’s no problem, really.

[Judging by the tone of his voice, he’s actually pretty pissed. He had been so damn close.]

No no, my only complaint is that if you were going to arrest me, couldn’t you at least, you know, bring along my body? Is that too much to ask?


((OOC: If you want to see the creepy ghost, feel free to tag into the action! He's hanging out by the pet shop, being disgusted by the kittens.))

Good morning, inmates. It is the 118th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. Today will be warm and clear.

At this point, all inmates should have recovered from the effects of Lady Anissina's potion. If anyone has not, the system recommends they visit the hospital for an evaluation.

As some of you may have noticed, there are two new locations in the facility. An ice cream parlor has been built beside the ramen stand in Sector 5, per the request of inmates Orihime Inoue and Akito Wanijima. Per the request of inmate Venom, a small arena has been built in Sector 6 for the purposes of supervised combat. Within the arena, all special abilities will be negated. Appropriate signage has been placed at the entrance. Please exercise common sense when within the arena.

Inmates Eridan Ampora, Rossamund Bookchild, and Ribbons Almark, the items you requested is available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Ibram Gaunt, the books you requested have been placed in the library. Inmate Allen Walker, the item you requested may be retrieved from the Defense Force.