[Video | Action- to Jack and DF- Closed] Save it for the morning after >3
20 September 2011 at 06:43 pm
[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.]
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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[video, open! so, so open.]
06 September 2011 at 05:14 pm
So... promenade, huh? [the voice comes out, but there's no video for a second. it looks like there's something over the camera. maybe a sticker? it's Dani's voice, though, and there's some shuffling.] I don't really know how those go. I went to my high school one, but it was sort of.

High school. [she sounds a little uninterested in the entire high school thing.]

But I think I'll go. You know. Why not? I was invited and all. So, uh-- Jeanne Fran-- Francaix-- and the Student Council, I'm RSVPing! I think. [she fumbles the name, and it comes out "Jean Fransayx". French is beyond her.]But I'm not sure what formal wear is.

[and then the camera feed is on properly, with the sticker removed, to reveal Dani. she's wearing this, her hair is pulled back into a very sad attempt at a bun, and she's got on a pair of clunky green plastic "heels" to go with the outfit. she looks a little perturbed at the entire outfit, like she's not quite sure she's doing it right. she's not.]

Does this count? Maybe if I wear a jacket...? [she scratches her head a little]

Oh, and I guess I should get a date. That's a thing, right? [she considers that for a second... then a second longer... then brightens.]

Hey, Schuldig! What're you doing tomorrow evening? [and she's done.]
[Action | Open] or voice if you wanna
01 September 2011 at 04:56 pm
[Anyone who was anywhere near a communicator would have heard Anew shouting at Ribbons, which was what she thought she would have wanted. For everyone to know what he really is. To finally stand up for herself. Some would have called it long overdue.]

[And yet as she sits on a quiet, mostly isolated part of the beach, hiding beneath the shawl around her shoulders, the only feels drained. Not vindicated, not satisfied... just empty.]

((OOC: Anyone who wants to use [voice] and either pick up where Ribbons hung up or call her afterwords, go right ahead!))
[Action] Open to night owls
14 August 2011 at 02:43 am
[He's not on duty tonight, but with Diva asleep and in no need of him for the night, Conrad is out on pseudo-patrol. He finds himself stopping in front of the club; oddly, some of his strongest memories were formed there. He visits less and less now that Josak has been gone.]

((OOC: Run into him just outside the club or in the park area! o/ ))
[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 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?
[Video 01] | Open
08 August 2011 at 11:33 pm
[A blank stare is picked up by the communicator, seeming to almost stare past it as he gazes around the park where he arrived. The basket beside him is mostly untouched though he holds the brochure in his hand.]

Ah, a prison.

[Mori picks up the device; his expression doesn’t seem to change but slightly a slight softening around the eyes that those who know him might pick up on. Also in the slight shifting there is the sound of a chain for a moment and a glimpse of one of the restraints attached around his leg.]

Mitsukuni? [Are you there?]
[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]
28 July 2011 at 04:00 pm
[It's evening, and someone's lurking around the club, bored out of his mind. Sure, he may not drink, but there's always something or someone entertaining to be found at one of the establishments that serves alcohol. He's becoming quite fond of drunk humans, actually.

Are you already there, or just arriving? Either way, you might feel bright red eyes on you from a seat at the bar - not a cold or intense stare, merely curious. Have you come to amuse him?]
[open action/voice]
20 July 2011 at 03:57 pm
[Today, Kaito's decided to sneak out for a few things at the clothing store. He had a few dresses over his shoulder, some in a small pile on the floor, and some draped over a couple of robots that kept trying to clean up after him.

He hums at the current garment in his hands and tries to... figure out the right way. So many straps-- denied. That's another one tossed over his shoulder before he goes back to rummaging through the racks. Where's a model when you need one? Hrmmm. In the mean time--]


--Yo, what's the most superior color? And no one say orange, 'cause no one likes that shit unless they're impersonating a traffic cone.
The 123rd Day
11 July 2011 at 05:17 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 123rd day of the third generation. I am pleased to note that no new inmates were freed from their restraints. The system appreciates your cooperation.

The weather will continue to be warm, so be advised against doing activities without sufficient hydration or cooling.

Inmates Hiling Care and Hokuto Sumeragi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.
[Action - Closed]
05 July 2011 at 04:17 pm
[... At long last, after two days of impatiently waiting, she had in her hands Kaito's skateboard. Acumen had actually did it, and Gazelle was really excited! So right now, she headed straight home, jumping up the flights of stairs with her AT to save time and easily opening the apartment door with a wide swing.]

Kaito, Kaito, I'm back!? [At the very same time she calls him, she moves the skateboard behind her back, holding it there with both hands to hide it until she was ready to surprise him with it. Having heard no quick response, Gazelle moves carefully across the floor to look around to see if Kaito was there or not.]
05 July 2011 at 11:12 am
Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]
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!
[ 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. ]
[Action | Open]
27 June 2011 at 08:54 pm
[He didn't really start to feel it until he was done with morning training and now -- not uncontrollable, but it is extremely uncomfortable. Just enough to never let him entirely forget. Good thing Conrad's patrols aren't until this evening. But it does beg the question of that to do about it.]

[Blood packs in the shelter are plentiful (if unpalatable), and Diva needn't know. But if he should find someone willing, was that so wrong? -- No, he shouldn't think that way. But once the thought is there...]

[He settles himself down at the edge of the park, shelter elevator in plain view. As are plenty of passersby, which his eyes follow for just a little too long.]

((OOC: hungry vampire is twitchy. It won't be hard to notice that he doesn't seem to be feeling well, but he absolutely will not attack anyone so feel free to sit down for a chat.]
[closed / wanijima household]
21 June 2011 at 10:39 pm
[It was time for a late breakfast all around, and Kaito had been standing in front of the fridge for the past fifteen minutes, staring at its contents like the life changing decision it was.]
[action / open]
21 June 2011 at 08:16 am
[Roxas is sitting on a bench by the park, with a small blue PDA in his hands. He is perusing it with great seriousness, because he honestly has no idea how anything like this thing works. Almost literally the only technology that he has ever handled before this moment has been his communicator, and that only has three buttons on it.]

[Under his booted feet is a skateboard. He is rocking it back and forth a little idly while he attempts to learn the ways of his new toy.]

[He's waiting for someone, but you can come run into him, or contact him over the network here!]
[Action - Open!]
15 June 2011 at 04:03 pm
[Ice-cream! She loved it. Loved it a lot. Maybe you've noticed? Yesterday when the ice-cream parlor opened, Gazelle magically appeared from seemly no where thrice (morning, afternoon, and the evening) with one goal in mind: to try each flavor.]

[And again today. Only she was even more set on her goal because Gazelle didn't usually mix well with patience and it was starting to seem like she was going no where with trying every ice-cream there was in the shop. So with a cone in one hand and the scoop in the other, she is currently working on adding to her already dangerous tower of six differently colored scoops of ice-cream, ignoring anything and everything else going on in the background at the moment.]

(ooc: Open to the aforementioned morning, afternoon, or evening times to separate people/work with your character's timeline if needed! Please specify?)