[Action | Open]
01 September 2011 at 06:32 pm
[After that strange, hectic day where Nakama had to experience both the thrill of hearing a familiar voice from home and the horror of realizing that it was Koyemshi, she's been keeping mostly to herself. Working hard, sewing or reading well into the night, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling that had come from seeing that face again.

Why not a pilot? Why not Daichi, or Maki, or even Kodama? Why did it have to be him?

She's also been giving Ushiro a good deal of space - while she was able to ignore Koyemshi, simply turning off the feed not long after he started talking, she knows that Ushiro wouldn't have been able to resist. He would've gotten angry, and there would've been a fight, and those always leave him shaken up. So she's sitting on the stoop of their house in Sector 4, trying to decide if she should go talk to him or give it more time. Dealing with Ushiro is so complicated.

Anyone who's walking by is free to approach the pensive girl, though she may not be too responsive at first.]
[video | action]
19 August 2011 at 12:13 pm
[A somewhat scruffy-looking man in a wild Hawaiian shirt and white lab coat is standing on the beach with his hands cupped around his mouth to help carry the sound of his shouting. He seems to be completely oblivious to anyone or anything around him, and if the people who see him think he's crazy, well, they can hardly be blamed considering the spectacle he's making of himself.]

Iiiiichiiiiiiigoooo!!! How could you do this to your loving father?! Is it because I ambushed you when you woke up this morning? Who's going to support our family if you ship me off to an underwater resort when I'm not looking? Think of your sisters! They can't run the clinic by themselves and you're hopeless with people!

[Of course, Isshin knows this isn't Ichigo's fault, but he's gotten used to pretending to be a completely bonkers doctor and father, and he has no idea how much whomever's responsible for his abduction knows. More than he'd like, probably, considering his shinigami abilities feel more limited than usual.]
[VIdeo | Open]
15 August 2011 at 06:05 pm
Hey, brats! Where'd you disappear to?

[There's a - well, it's sure something on the screen, anyway. Maybe a bear head? Or a mouse head? Anyway, it's zooming around irritably, though you couldn't tell with that fixed, toothy smile.]

Damnit, this is what I get for workin' with kids. They all piss off somewhere and leave me -

- oh, a prison? [He's just gotten his message.] That's cute. Listen, Acumen, I ain't playin' around here. You don't just grab the Mighty One in the middle of a game and stick him in prison. Whole worlds are gonna be destroyed because I ain't there. That fine by you? Those stupid punks need me, don't you get that?

[A sigh, and then he finally stills.]

Well? Speak up, you little shits. If I'm here, at least one of you has gotta be here.
[Voice] Late night
14 August 2011 at 02:41 pm
[Akito can't sleep tonight. He's already woken up three times due to nightmares. Somehow his other hasn't picked up on them, so the light leaves him to rest, dragging a spare blanket out and settling on the couch, blanket wrapped around himself to keep warm.

After a moment he flicks on his communicator, quiet just in case someone's sleeping close enough to their own comm to be accidentally woken up by it]

What do you do when you can't sleep? [He's curious. Maybe there's something he can do to try and make himself sleep...the music isn't helping tonight]

((OOC: Action open to H/Alle))
09 August 2011 at 07:07 pm

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]
[Action] Midday to afternoon
05 August 2011 at 12:42 pm
[Lind's in a pretty good mood today. With everything that's been happening, he's thoroughly amused by it, and now he's got energy to burn.

So the original is busy riding over the rooftops of the dome, mostly around the shelter but also going from sector to sector occasionally. The tricks and stunts he's amusing himself with seem practically suicidal to a watcher who doesn't know AT. Just barely getting his feet under him in time for a landing, and leaping again high into the air to the point where he couldn't possibly land without killing himself, yet he manages to, and then it all repeats again, with various tricks thrown in.

Once in awhile he stops, landing at ground level to pause and decide on which way to go next. He's not really showing off...but an audience is always welcome. Anyone familiar he spots while overhead might get called out to. And anyone who calls to him will probably just make him show off more]

((OOC: Catchable just about anywhere in the dome))
[Action | Open] Swordsmanship Class!
20 July 2011 at 11:30 am
[When Cain stepped into the dojo for his morning warm-ups, it had looked like a small tornado had passed through. Which, of course, presented a problem for his class at noon. Rather than tempt his students into contributing to the dojo's unfortunate destruction, or into using the splintered equipment to shank each other, he decides to hold class outside in the open field nearby.]

[Students can find both Cain and Gaunt there, with salvaged equipment on hand.]

Sword fighting isn't just about training the body. If we're going to have any hope of turning this into an art rather than an exercise whacking each other with sticks, it's time to start exercising our minds.

We're going to start with a bit of meditation today. You're going to sit down, get comfortable, and close your eyes. Shed your thoughts and focus on your breathing.

[And after that, the usual lessons in whacking each other with sticks will ensue, with Gaunt as a guest/co-instructor!]

((OOC: Specify the time of class in your action headers~ Cain's classes are, as always, mingle-style, so feel free to tag with each other as you please! ...Though Cain might threadjack to make :| faces at people who start whispering during the meditation portion.))
[action/open] English Class!
20 July 2011 at 09:26 am
[ since it's raining, and kind of miserably warm, Lavi swallows his dislike of the traditional classroom format and posts a sign on the tree in the park that reads "English Class is moved to Education Center, Room 300". any students who come in will see him sitting at the teacher's desk, feet propped up on the desk as he flips through a thick, old-looking book. ]
Location: Day 124 / Sector 2, Education Center / 11:00AM-ish
[video | action]
15 July 2011 at 09:51 pm
[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))
[Action | Closed | Backdated to late afternoon]
10 July 2011 at 08:29 pm
[Nakama's in a hurry. When she gets home, she races right upstairs to throw on her blue floral dress, pulls down her hair and runs a comb through it, grabs her messenger bag (maybe she should get a purse?), then bolts back down the stairs and toward the door.

... and slowly backpedals to the kitchen door, peering in curiously. She didn't notice on her first run past, but that is a positively thunderous look on Ushiro's face.]

Ushiro? You okay?
[Action | Open]
05 July 2011 at 05:16 pm
[This morning, Ushiro can be found at the athletic center. This isn't all that unusual, except that he's in swim trunks, no glasses on, staring at the pool. He can swim, of course, but he just feels so awkward doing it.]

[He looks down at himself again. He's so damn skinny. He doesn't like it all that much - it's not an unhealthy kind of skinny, and he wouldn't want to be fat, but he's got no real muscle. Not like some of the others.]

[He sits down at the shallow end of the pool, dipping his feet into the water. The only way he's going to get more muscle is if he exercises, right? But what if someone sees him? He'd look like an idiot.]

[To start swimming or not to start swimming...]
[ 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. ]
[(tl;dr) Action // Morning // OPEN to anyone who'd have reason to be at the DF HQ]
20 June 2011 at 04:32 pm
[Two days in Marina have easily been enough to convince Kisame that he's going to have to adjust to this new place, that his old habits simply won't work here. Itachi is so different--everything is so different here, it's disconcerting. He needs..... he needs a lot of things, honestly. Samehada being one of the most important ones. But he knows that he needs a goal, or at least a job. Something to work towards, something to focus on. Something to dedicate his time and energy to, because dammit, his whole life has been spent in service in some form or another, he simply doesn't know how to stop by now. If he can't help instate a new world order--if he can't exist in the one place he's ever truly belonged in, with the only people that have ever really felt like true comrades, and have a hand in creating and shaping the world of truth that he so longs for.....] 

[.....Then well, he supposes the least he can do is help make this world he's been forced into a more tolerable place to be. He knows he doesn't belong here, not in a place of justice and benevolence, heroism and protection, not with people who have goodness and humanity in their heart, who can really do their best to keep things safe and peaceful. He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't belong with them, and this isn't what he's wanted to do with his life.... but what else can he do? What else can he possibly do with himself? He just doesn't know anymore. He doesn't know, and no matter how much he smiles and laughs and gallavants around, no matter how firmly he tries to clutch the tattered remains of a bond that can never be again, the fact remains that he's still been cast adrift to be pushed along by the tide, without even oars or rudder or rigging. Maybe the currents will pull him somewhere useful, maybe they won't--but he has to try, because the possibility of becoming becalmed is absolutely, chillingly unthinkable. (If sharks stop moving, they die. Still water becomes stagnant. A broken, blunted tool with noone to use it and nothing to use it for is worse than nothing at all.)] 

[Thanks to Kitty's advice, at least, he knows where to go and who to ask for. Kisame sets out soon after breakfast, and finds the headquarters without trouble; he raps briskly on the door before strolling in, with a spring in his step and a jaunty smile firmly in place. After all, this is a public building, right? He takes the time to look around as he comes in, tone upbeat even at the early hour.]

Anybody home? 

[He's not entirely sure how early the people who work here come in, but he'd like to think someone should be here by now..... And if not, he can always ramble around and take a good look at the place while he finds Suzaku or Lacus' office and makes himself at home to wait. Either way, he'll get something useful out of the deal.]
[Action|Open] Self-Defense Class Day 2 - Pre-Assessment
13 June 2011 at 06:48 pm
[You may have missed the first day because of oversleeping, but if you do today you might regret it.

Itachi will be testing your skills today. Don't worry, he'll go easy on you all for the first day.


Today will be a short class, he thinks.]

{OOC: No "before" class today, only First Part, Second Part and After! There will be threads to tag into.}
Location: Training Field in Sector 6 / 6 AM
[voice, closed | action, semi-open]
01 June 2011 at 02:34 pm
[Voice - closed to Ushiro]

Hey, Ushiro? I dunno why I slept in so late, but I'm not sick or anything, in case you were wondering. I'm up now.

[Action - slightly forward-dated to early afternoon and semi-open]

[Look out, prison, there's a wee couple at the beach for their first official date. They've got a blanket laid out on the sand and a picnic basket with sandwiches, various salads, cookies, and a thermos of juice, all provided by the bots. Nakama's in one of her more casual dresses from her shopping trip, the straps of her bathing suit visible beneath the thin straps of the dress, and she's left her hair down despite the planned swimming after lunch.

There's a palpable air of nervousness around them, but they're still quite obviously happy together. It's just - first date jitters, that's all.]

((ooc: both threads with Ushiro are closed, but if you want to walk in on their date and make them fluster, feel free to start a new thread approaching them. order will be you -> Nakama -> Ushiro.))
30 May 2011 at 11:18 pm
[Aqua's in the shelter kitchen, going through the fridge and cupboards in the attempt to make the ultimate mocha. Maybe if she can get Roxas to wake up long enough to drink it, it'll help? Even though Acumen said everything would wear off, you'll have to excuse her for worrying about sleep-related effects on people who look like Ven.]

[While she's at it, she might as well make breakfast and take a portion back for him. That should help, too.]

Is anyone else awake?
25 May 2011 at 06:09 pm
[Voice|Filtered from Sasuke and Hidan]

I was informed once that there had been a course for promoting practical use of hand-to-hand combat. It has since been canceled and the problem it would have alleviated persists.

If you wish to control your own fate rather than wait for another to do so for you, be at the training field adjacent to the dojo at six o'clock tomorrow morning. A new class will begin then. Come prepared.

[And if anyone has a problem with a thirteen-year old instructor, they can be his first volunteer.]

Practical demonstrations will be given, though more a variety of volunteers would make this more effective.

[Private to Saya]

I'll be waiting at the training grounds, Otonashi.

{OOC: Action is closed to Saya.}
[action | closed] backdated to mid-evening
14 May 2011 at 08:31 am
[Miko is sitting on her free-standing perch by the window, staring out at the dark evening. Her human's out, and while she doesn't exactly have the brainpower to know that the place they're in is dangerous, she still tends to wait by the window when Nakama is gone in the evening.

She ruffles her feathers and murmurs quietly to herself. Pi pi pi... When will her human be coming home?]
[Swordsmanship Class | Action | Open]
11 May 2011 at 10:00 pm
[With today's lesson, Cain intends to make sure his students have been learning the right things in his classes. It is also designed for his own amusement, but he wouldn't dare admit that openly.]

[After all, it would take years for any of the beginners to become formidable fighters. If his students are at least able to keep the pointy end out of their eyes, he considered it a fine accomplishment. But there is one lesson he can instill in them in a reasonable amount of time: how to keep control over themselves and to analyze their situation. Maybe he can't craft them all into fantastic warriors, but he can get them thinking properly.]

[That's why he's doing a mock tournament today--get the competitive blood pumping and see what happens. With his usual casual but authoritative air, Cain paces slowly back and forth in front of his students while explaining today's activities and the rules.]

--Alright, each bout will last three minutes. The person with the most blows against the other wins. You don't have to hit too hard, or try for a knockout, because you'll be disqualified if you do either one. The winners will gain personal glory and honor, and a token prize if those lofty goals aren't enough of a motivator.


((OOC: As with all of Cain's class posts, they are event style, so please threadjack and tag around! You're welcome to play out bouts with your classmates, or to just handwave the outcome. Subject header your tags with [Before], [During], or [After], as usual.))
[Action | Open]
10 May 2011 at 08:12 am
[She's a little absent-minded this morning - the events of the night before are still whirling through her thoughts, causing little thrills of excitement and nervousness which seem to wipe her mind clean the moment they hit. She manages to get up on time and get ready for her shift well enough, but after putting together her lunch, she leaves the little box on the counter and wanders out the door.

Once she arrives, she takes a moment to make a cup of tea before she begins what she hopes will be a somewhat interesting shift; not that she wants anyone to fight or get hurt, but she needs something to draw her out of her thoughts. She also looks quite different from most days: she's unusually dressed up for a simple shift, and very oddly for her, her hair is loose around her shoulders and brushed to a shine. She's even got a touch of gloss on her lips, although that's as far as she dared go with makeup.

Anyone who comes into HQ will find her dipping a teabag in and out of a mug, staring off into the distance.]