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[The bomb threat had set his teeth on edge. He had reigned it in well, but the whole idea of it, the audacity of it... well.. not to mention it could have put Yuta in serious danger, not to mention his other close friends. He had managed to be calm for a day or two, but he needed to work off the nerves. Even being so long from battle had not removed those urges - but then, a few years was not going to undo nearly three hundred years of imbued memory.

So what does he do when he's like this? He dances. Sort of. It is more of a woke out, a bit of training to keep him sharp. He does it regularly for form's sake, but today he was going at it with more vigor and damned be the cold. He went out to the beach, his usual place for this, removing his outer cloak and remaining only in the long sleeved robes he wore indoors.

Some might have seen it before - the graceful twists and arches as he moves through the motions. In his mind he is thrusting with is sword, but since it takes something out of him, he refrains from actually summoning his legendary blade (at least in his world). His breath puffs before him as he thrusts and slides through the sand, red robes and black hair swirling behind him like a comet's tail, golden eyes fierce and focused as he works out the energy.

Of course, everyone is free to watch, bother, or ask him for a spar. He might even appreciate the distraction.]

[Video - Afternoonish || Filtered Away from Yuta]

Does anyone know of available games or activities a child of about ten might enjoy? One from an earth based world. I have some idea, but I need things readily accessible around the home. And if anyone is wondering, they are meant for Yuta.

Drug abuse? Drug abuse?

[There's an angry growl followed by a loud THUD as Gamzee gets up only to be stopped short by the chain attached to his ankle. Some moments of silence follow, punctured only by the occasional rattling of chain as the troll tugs on it.]

...Motherfuck.

[Then he's examining the communication device, having pulled it off his head. The viewer may be witness to his still bleeding face, clown paint a complete mess. He taps at the device with a finger as he tries to figure out how to use it.]

This how this shit's gonna go? Gonna lock this brother all up after everything?

[ His own hand reaches up, fingers lightly stroking the cloth patch that had affixed itself where his right eye should be. A momentary look of irritation and a furrow to his brow appears but he soon dismisses it, lowering his hand as he does. With a single breath, he considers every bit of information rather abruptly force fed to him before he finally glances at the device he has.

So it's come to this. While he had been careful in covering his tracks, only leaving clues obvious to his beloved, it seemed the law came for everyone. No matter how twisted its sense of justice was. However, it doesn't surprise him. It would have taken an extraordinarily sophisticated system to have captured him. So much more to have been able to tend to his burns (minor stings now, not so much that it bothered him) and seal him off.

But there was still a trickle of power remaining.
One tiny string he could pull that seemed so familiar. Connected to a certain... doll.

Wonderful. A small message drifts through the ether in hopes to hit a particular blond shinigami. Just two words. Simple and in a familiar voice to Hisoka's mind: Hello, boy.

But there would be time for a proper hello. For know, the matter at hand. ]

Incarceration. Quite the interesting situation I seem to have landed myself in.

[ A pause as he considers what else to say. But the thoughtfulness is replaced by a rather small smile. ]

I suppose it would be only proper to introduce myself to my fellow inmates. I am Kazutaka Muraki, a doctor by profession from where I was taken from specializing in cardiology and pediatrics.

Perhaps Acumen has a twisted sense of justice to bring a man such as myself to prison.

[ The video opens up on a woman looking somewhere between frightened and angered. Definitely conflicted between the two. The only thing really keeping her sane right now is the fact that she woke up near the koi pond, and the last thing she wants to do is destroy such a pretty place she's found herself surrounded in.

Oh. And the threat of her powers being stripped. ]

Does this 'Acumen' possess the capabilities to strip a person of their basic genetics? [ She questions now, looking a little upset.

She sighs and the anger falters a bit into what almost looks like fear before it's gone. Coldness instead. ]

My imprisonment is a mistake. [ Not claiming innocence but...


She adds this a bit softer now. ]

Where is the sun?

[ Inmates of Marina, the dude in this video feed--the one with the long blond hair and circular glasses sitting halfway down his nose--does not look pleased. Not pleased at all. ]

Ritsuka. You're here, aren't you?

[ and then--and this part hurts, it's embarrassing, because he should just know, but their bond isn't quite strong enough for that yet-- ]

Tell me where to find you.

[ He doesn't seem too concerned with anyone or anything else, but the post is public. He hasn't taken the time to learn how to filter yet; there are far more important matters at hand. ]

[ ooc; action is only open to Ritsuka, but video is for everyone! ]

[ when the video feed comes to life, alois trancy looks like he's swallowed an entire sunbeam. that's how wide his smile is and how rosy his cheeks are. besides the usual honey-colored hair that frames his face, there's impossibly black silky strands tickling under his chin. he peers through the wave of hair at the camera (which one hand keeps in place), while a few polished fingernails card themselves through it. ]

Guess what, guess what? [ is the giddiness detectable? it should be. ] Claude has come! My Claude! My Claude came to me and while it took him a fuck of a long time, he's here now, and I've forgiven him for being so unpunctual! And, for leaving me alone for so long, of course. [ isn't he a kindly master? .... and, yeah, yeah; never mind that claude faustus has been charged with crimes just like everyone else. nope, alois likes to fancy that claude charged in to rescue him from unbearable loneliness. ]

He's really terrific! The best butler in the entire world. [ adding quickly: ] In all of them, you won't find one better and he's all mine.

Anyhow! Today Claude and I are going to bake a cake! [ the view gets a tad rocky, he's leaning back to switch his communicator's camera to the side of claude's face and ear. the entire time, he's been perched and wiggling on claude's shoulders, kicking his legs, or leaning backward—giving the trancy butler a hell of a time of keeping him steady and unscathed. ] Isn't that right, Claude? It'll be the bloody most wonderful cake you've ever seen or eaten!

[ swoop! the camera suddenly pans up to a top view of the two of them, with alois looking cheerfully upward. ] So, if you'd like, you should come and have some.



(ooc: ;w; yep. claude and alois'll be in the kitchen this afternoon baking (or, trying to teach how...) a cake and making a mess of things and herp derpin'. either one or both of us will tag those who comment in. feel free to come help them out in the kitchen, laugh at them, or eat some cake. i promise it'll be good.)

I've heard a couple of new people around, so I thought I'd make myself known. Hey guys! I'm Gino Weinberg. And I'm offering my help to everyone, well actually, all the new Marinarians. [Yup, he's borrowing the term Yuuki coined!]

What can this guy do for me? You might be asking. Well, I can't get that chain off your foot and I can't get you back home, but I can help you with all those pesky chores you're no doubt doing right this moment. I'm a great hand at laundry. Just ask Kallen and Suzaku! And I'm pretty good at gardening too. So just give me a call if you need me! I'll be pretty much available all day. And the days after.

[He gives a wave and shuts off the camera. You can find him in the laundry room! Or - wherever the robots are taking you to do chores!]

[ The camera shows a young woman in her early twenties with a frustrated, almost pouting expression. ] Doctor! Doctor, where have you gone? This pamphlet says I've been arrested. I've got a gift basket! It's completely ridiculous. [ She holds it up and then drops it unceremoniously. ]

This isn't funny. [ She scowls. ] If you can hear me on this thing, you'd better come pick me up.

[ And with that final statement (just missing the heavily implied "or else"), she turns the camera off. ]

[Jack opens his communicator, turns it to video, and stares into the thing without even the slightest problem. He's dealt with communicators before. Many types. There were only so many different ways you could build a communicator before only needed the slightest hints to work one.

The handsome man that appears before you is looking rather calm, for being a newcomer, and if you know him at all, for being Jack. He turns the communicator a couple times, then offers a smile.]

What kind of planet is this? A prison planet? Can't say I haven't been to a few in my time, but... this was pretty abrupt. I didn't even get to see who captured me! [He might have been able to "persuade" them to let him go, after all.]

Well, down to business. I don't suppose any of you fine ladies and fine gentlemen could give me a few pointers here? I wouldn't want to get lost on my first day.

[Sounding rather like he has just arrived at his first day of school, his eyes trail to a bot beside him. He flashes it a charming enough grin, muttering to it for a second, then returns his attention to the camera.]

These guys don't seem quite as fun as flesh and blood people anyway.

[The post starts off as voice-only, and, unfortunately, the poster wasn't exactly prepared to talk immediately. He crunches lightly on something, and fiddles with some paper before realizing the transmission was ready for him. He clears his throat with only a little theatricality.]

Hello? Is this working? I think it is...jeez, I'm not used to talking like this. But anyway, just wanted to say if any of my friends are here, it's a-okay to come see me! The map says I'm in sectoooooor...three? Yeah, Sector 3!

[John then groans after a lame attempt at crossing his legs. There's a small period of crunching and munching before he speaks next, and sounds pretty annoyed. In addition, there's a quick rattling of chains when he picks them up to emphasize his next point.]

Man, this ball and chain isn't really helping. You know, criminal or not, this seems pretty rude! Juuuuust saying.

[The chain drops from his hand with a noisy clatter.]

But it's awfully nice of the welcoming committee to give us these baskets and stuff! It's kind of cold and I don't have a jacket, so this scarf is getting a good home around my neck and stuff!

[He presses the network button on his communicator, and ta-da! John's face! The source of the munching noise is now revealed to be John chowing down on the pretzels from his welcome basket. He blinks at it for a moment, pausing his chewing to remember what the pamphlet said about the button. During this moment of stillness, it's now more obvious that he's sitting on the floor, leaning against the glass wall of the sector.]

So everyone can see me now? Alright, that's...cool I guess. I would still prefer to think-type, but prisoners can't be choosers. Not that I am saying I belong here! Because I don't!

[John sighs and looks over into his basket, digging in it before coming up with a cookie in his hand. He makes a face at it, like he really doesn't want to be touching it, let alone eat it, but it's food and he's pretty starved. And...cookies weren't as bad as cake, but only barely, and god so help him if this cookie was born from the wicked batter witch.]

...these cookies don't have peanuts in them, do they? Or the chocolate? I'm kind of super allergic.

-static-

No. Unacceptable. I can't be here. There's no way someone actually tried me, and under whose authority, anyway?

What th'... chains?

You've got to be kidding.

Remember that little talk we had? The one about finding a place to live? We really ought to get on that, oughtn't we? A flat or a house or something. Not that the Shelter isn't brilliant--I rather liked the little fire drill--but it is a bit crowded, don't you think? I'm not used to having to share so little space with so many people. There isn't even space for a private swimming pool or a menagerie or a proper wardrobe in that place. It makes sharing a two bedroom flat with Jackie seem downright pleasant. Can we please start looking for someplace else? I'm about to go around the bend, not having my own kitchen.

[He sounds like it, too. The Doctor, as much as he loves people and novel situations, is not cut out for being stuffed in with the masses in a communal living situation. Just staying with Rose at her mother's for a few days while the two caught up was enough to have him chomping at the bit. For a man accustomed to having an entire TARDIS to himself, the shelter is downright tiny.]

HELLO, MARINA. I'M R2-D2.

THE INCLUSION OF DROIDS HERE SEEMS TO INDICATE A LACK OF AN APPROPRIATE ALGORITHM FOR DETERMINING THE SEVERITY OF CRIMES AND APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENTS. BASED ON AVAILABLE DATA, THERE IS A 64% CHANCE THAT I AM HERE MERELY BECAUSE THE WARDEN IS LONELY.

HE'S CUTE, BUT MY PROFESSIONAL OPINION IS THAT HE'LL PROBABLY PLAY HARD TO GET.

[Good day Marina you are gifted with this stunning blue visage for once. He knows he may get some flailing at his skin tone but you see, he has a purpose for this, because there will be a much bigger distraction in a moment.]

So, I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. [Is he serious? It's hard to say, he sounds almost too sugary sweet and that smile on his face is far from innocent.]

While everyone was out last night I took the time to get familiar with the dome and some of it's sectors. It looks like some of you have made yourself at home outside the shelter... That's nice. [He's not trying very hard at sounding like he's happy for you. ]

But what I couldn't believe was the fact I saw an actual MANSION as well. I couldn't help myself of course, I had to go check it out. And guess what I found?

[The camera moves off of him, being careful not to give away his location, to point at the stuff he's got laid out over the floor. Some of you folks might recognize the gadgets -- it's mostly gadgets, like a radio or other, more odd looking things -- or clothing and... He picks up a handful of pictures and fans them out. There's a bunch of the host club members in them it seems.]

A certain someone has a really strange obsession of collecting pictures of people. I think he was even keeping data on them... [And back to him with a pointed look of mock concern into the camera. We have a weirdo in this prison WATCH OUT! Then a snicker and an all too satisfied grin.]

I'd watch your backs Marina and.... maybe keep a better eye on your stuff too. [A wave before he reaches over to turn the feed off.]

---

[Helix will be gathering up most of this stuff and shoving it back into a pillow case. Some of the clothing and other items he took from the stores are staying, but the stuff he took from other people are being hidden away for the time being. He'll just be slinging that pack of stuff over his shoulder and carrying it out to the hiding spot he staked out earlier.]

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.)

[For all his cockiness throughout the day and the shit he pulled picking on other inmates, maybe Karma decided it was time for one hefty backlash. Truth be told he hadn't been able to sleep well since the incident that landed him in jail to begin with. But tonight the Nightmares were bad, taking a turn more for Terrors than just your standard bad dream. He twisted and turned on his cot where he'd passed out with utter boredom. It started off with the smallest of noises, tiny whimpers and the furrow of his brow. But they steadily grew louder into audible shouts of "NO! NO PLEASE!" Until it was pretty certain he had to have woken up a few people in the shelter.

He started thrashing and struggling until he rolled off of the bed. He woke mid-fall with a gasp but crashed to the floor anyway. He groaned softly, curling inward on himself and clutching his chest and head. The fall seriously jarred his wounds so it was taking a moment for him to get his wits about him or the air back in his lungs. He was practically gasping and shaking from fear, swallowing raggedly, trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast.

He wasn't crying. Boys don't cry.] ((ooc: So anyone can send a voice/video message to talk to him if they'd rather not come see what's wrong so there's not a ton of people crowding him. Anything goes really!))

So... what the gorram hell's a prom?

[The recording starts out with an audible intake of breath- as if he's been preparing for this moment for a little while, now. He then clears his throat, wanting to start off strong-]

O-oi, Ranka--

[-and failing.]

I was wondering... if you saw that invitation. I mean, o-of course you must have seen it, that was a stupid thing to ask- but that's not- that's not really what I was wondering.

[And he keeps on failing.]

Would you-

[...Okay he's sick of this. He growls a little in frustration before his tone of voice becomes a lot more firm and ~confident~!]

-will you go to that thing with me?

[S I L E N C E]

...thanks for listening.

[He's in mid-sentence as the feed cuts in, looking a little harassed after an ice cold rejection from a bot. Baby come back.]

--o need to get so testy. I was only offering-

[And then his attention is on the recording, and his look of bland annoyance at the rejected proposal is replaced with an infectiously jovial grin.]

Morning, folks. Captain Jack Harkness. I was wondering if any of you had a minute to help me out. I seem to be all tied up. And it's not in the good way- I mean there's literally a ball chained to my foot. Obviously there's been a mistake, so why don't we just get this sorted out?

Then we can talk about all of the 'arrested by robots, to be held indefinitely, for crimes committed in the past and maybe even in the future' nonsense.

[Rose has read the material. She's gone through the basket and she understands why she's here. She can't even, and won't argue with why she's here. She's also done a bit of exploring by the time she finally decides to get on the network.]

So what Universe and planet is this? Anybody ever show up here on purpose?

[Because she's laying bets on someone coming looking for her. UNIT at the very least. The Doctor at the very most. The Daleks in a worst case scenario kind of thing.]

And how do I go about getting' my things back? [There was a gun and a couple of timey wimey thing-a-ma-bobs UNIT monitored her with.]