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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[action | semi-open]
10 September 2011 at 12:19 pm
[When Edward Brock comes to, he experiences that strange, almost delusional sensation of being in some place different than he can last remember. It's happened a few times before, but he'd always been soothed by the Other that it was necessary. Now, there is no soothing, and when he reaches out with his mind to feel for the symbiote, the roiling anger and frenzy he feels makes him jerk in surprise.]

[They're in a cell, for some reason, and Eddie can't understand why. He shifts a little, only to gasp out-loud at the pain that wracks his entire body. He's been patched up somehow--which means he'd taken one hell of a beating. But why? What the hell had happened?]

[The flashbacks came later. The taste of blood, the screams, the shattering of glass. Memories, but not his. They leave him even more confused than before, and sick to his stomach. Something bad happened, something terrible. He won't allow the Other to cover his face, and it doesn't want to, simply seething and twitching against his skin as though it might impale him at any moment.]

((OOC: They're currently locked up in a Defense Force cell, interaction open to those who would want to see them! A Defense Force member will be present at all times.))
Evening | Sector 4 | THE MARINA TALENT SHOW
09 September 2011 at 01:16 am
[ Thanks to Acumen's intervention, there is now a stage set up in one of the bigger parks in Sector 4. Volunteers and bots are bustling about making sure everything's in place and are helping spectators to their seats. Talents are backstage, making sure their costumes are alright, voices warmed up, instruments properly tuned and strung.

Please make yourselves comfortable, gentlepersons and gentlecreatures, as you all celebrate a night of music and laughter at the Marina Talent Show.

The night is not quite over as refreshments are also provided, and the equipment are still available for use, should you be inspired to pic up the mic for some prose or song, or dance to the lingering music~ ]


OOC Guidelines :
Tag in with your character with any of the following headers (sample post here) --

[ Performance ] - for performers so as critics and fans can tag with their appreciation.
[ Open Mic ] - optional for non-performers and set after the show; have some poetry reading? Sing a song? Bit of a dance?
[ Audience ] - talking with your seatmate? Keep it down though~
[ Mingling ] - hanging out with others pre- or post-show! Give a friend a pre-show pep-talk! Help out someone who spilled soda on themselves, etc.~

Mingle post! Have fun! And some music for mood~
[voice | open]
06 September 2011 at 10:48 pm
[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.
[video/action | location: Beach; Sector 4]
05 September 2011 at 11:47 pm
[A video sudden appears on the feed revealing a tilted image of a young woman's shoulder and a part of her face as she mummers softly under her breath. The muffled sound of fingers pressing against the plastic can be heard over the audio as the communicator is flipped around and examined at all angles. In the background, the rushing and rolling waves can be heard indicating her location is somewhere along the beach in Sector 4.]

... I should read the rest of that--

[The sentence is cut off with a loud thud when she sets the communicator on her lap, the mouthpiece brushing against the steel of her boot. The video now reveals her face fully; bright blue, iridescent eyes scanning over the pamphlet. One hand is brought up close to her mouth with her brow furrowed as she is deep in thought.]

... hmmm.

[The newcomer looks down at the device with skepticism before picking it up and placing it properly on her head. She sounds hesitant, at first.]

... Am I really stuck here for good? Seems no different than my previous residence.

[A chuckle and then a sigh, her gaze wonders to the side towards the water. Perhaps it's the shock that causes her to fall silent but she makes no move to end the video, her thoughts elsewhere.]
[video / action for anyone in her house]
05 September 2011 at 10:02 pm
[when she didn't see Nakama and Ushiro at breakfast, she searched their rooms and turned up nothing. a little while later, she's confident that they're no longer here]

[...so it's time for pie, of course. specifically, peach pie with bananas baked into it. the work makes her feel a little bit better. she's in the kitchen of her house now, pulling it out of the oven and enjoying the rich smell. happily, into the communicator]

Kanji-kun! Do you still want to try peach banana pie? I just finished making some and I think they came out perfectly this time.

[and then, more thoughtfully]

I wonder if everyone is as excited about the prom as I am. I love any opportunity to get dressed up, of course, but there's something special about a prom! I know it's just a party, but it's also a very important part of youth, like a rite of passing! It just wouldn't be right to go to school without ever having a prom. I'm so excited. Does anyone have any plans? Or -- dates?

[a beat] ...Nakama-san and Ushiro-kun won't be there, though. In -- in case anyone would be looking for them. [she knows Nakama especially was responsible for tomorrow's day shift on dispatch]
05 September 2011 at 11:24 pm
[The man on screen shouldn't cut a formidable figure, all legs and arms and skinny as he is, with wild hair and Chucks, of all things, matched with a semi-casual suit. Yet, somehow, he gives the impression of great age and authority, even when the viewer knows that in this place, any power he might have could mean next to nothing. He takes a deceptively casual stance, leaning against a convenient tree, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His tone is equally as casual, conversational and almost friendly, though if one pays careful attention, one might notice the sharp edge of anger underneath.]

I really ought to be very cross with you lot, but I'm finding it a bit difficult considering you had the decency to save my life after you kidnapped me. Granted, that may have been partially an act of self-preservation on your part. Can't have your prisoners wiping out a good portion of their immediate surroundings when they die, can you? How did you manage that, by the way? I distinctly remember dying one moment, and then the next ... I'm not.

But! I digress. Who do I see about getting this new fashion accessory of mine removed? Acumen, wasn't it? A ball and chain really isn't me, literally or figuratively. It seems rather excessive, honestly, considering the other security measures in place, not to mention you didn't bother with one when I got here. Why now, all of a sudden? I assure you, I cannot hold my breath long enough to attempt to swim to the surface.

Oh. And one other thing. Think very, very carefully before answering. What did you do with Rose?
04 September 2011 at 03:58 pm
[ Gaunt's scarred face pops into video view for those up at this time of night, and he sighs a bit, saying. ]

Things have been quite busy of late, but I seem to have forgotten a debt, and I need a little bit of help in repaying it. Does anyone know anything about baking a cake?

I... er, owe someone a cake for helping a friend, is all.
[video/voice], [action: housemates] open! [backdated to afternoon.]
02 September 2011 at 07:32 pm
[Subaru is the familiar face on screen, in early afternoon. He fidgets, but overall, he's getting better at these public broadcasts. Behind him, there's the distinct appearance of a kitchen, and... some smoke. If you squint, you might be able to see what looks like a muffin pan, with lumps of something black and smoking inside of it. They might have been muffins. "Muffins" might be a stretch now, however.]

A-ah... I was just wondering, if... anyone had any idea how to... make desserts? E-easy ones? I, um, I tried to make blueberry muffins, but they... [he hesitates, flushing a little bit and casting a look behind him.] They didn't turn out. All four times. I don't want to waste anymore blueberries.

U-um, recipes with fruit are the best! [let's not talk about his fail anymore!] Thank you very much!

[and then he bows at the feed, before cutting it off. If you happen to be in the house at this time of day, you may have smelled the tell-tale smell of smoke (which can also be known as "Subaru tried to cook again"). Feel free to come investigate. At least he made sure to put the fire out before it destroyed the stove.]
[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 | backdated to late afternoon ]
28 August 2011 at 09:18 pm
[Tieria had grabbed a book from the library, some historical fiction piece he thought sounded interesting, and headed for the park. He found a bench to read on, needing some time to be on his own and in quiet after the excitement from yesterday. It had been a little hairy. At least everyone had been returned properly.]
[ Video | Action ]
20 August 2011 at 09:25 pm
[ He clicks the buttons of the strange device swiftly— he must talk to whoever brought him here. Seconds ago, Alone had been running towards the Saint's portrait. Those who lead him to the Saint's sanctuary had told him that the Saint's portrait would absolve a sinner from his crimes. He had caught a glimpse of the portrait and those fractions of seconds made his heart ache. ] Why am I not allowed to see the Saint's portrait!? [ Though loud before, his voice is now lower, soft, just as frail as the soul that is collapsing within him. ]

... Is this punishment for being a sinner?

[ His knees hit the ground as grief takes over his heart and soul, each word marked with the guilt and confusion that is eating him away. ] Tenma... I kept painting like I had promised you. [ Tenma, can you hear his voice? He is now in a strange place, away from the one thing that could save him from the unspeakable horrors he has brought to their hometown. ]

But, Tenma, I have committed terrible sins... My paintings have lost their essence.

[ A single tear streams down his face ] Tenma, I can paint no more. [ The loving paintings that had meant to make those children smile are the very same paintings that took their lives away. ]
{ ooc: Alone from Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas. Taken seconds away from becoming The Ruler of the Underworld, Hades. Who knows, he might go Hades on someone that knows how to push the right buttons.~ }
action / audio ;
17 August 2011 at 02:14 pm
[ action ]

[and in the education center today, you might hear the sound of a rather pleasant piece on piano. those who walk into the room will find one (1) mop-head as the source of the sound, looking rather distracted...

before he heaves a giant sigh and slams his head right on the piano keys.]

[ audio ]

[and all you get on the network today is the sound of a really. bad. piano chord.]
[video | action]
17 August 2011 at 11:36 am
[The Doctor is standing in the park, a lonely figure in his long brown overcoat and scuffed trainers. He looks tired, his shoulders hunched just that little bit, his features haggard and drawn. The weight of centuries is clear in his eyes as he takes in his new surroundings, mouth drawn in a deep frown.]

Strange. Didn't think I was bad enough to be hallucinating. Then again, hard to say with radiation poisoning. Anything could happen. Still ... I doubt I'd be hallucinating this, of all things. The grass is completely the wrong color.

[ooc: Also! I wanted to apologize if I've been slow/lackluster with Zack, Cloud, Ukitake and Kurama or if I continue to be. Had a family emergency that has ended up demanding a lot of my time and energy. I am usually much more on the ball.]
[Video | Action]
16 August 2011 at 10:10 am
[It was really pretty confusing, to find yourself in a strange city, in front of what looked like a movie theater. He had been at home, hadn't he? And the thing that was suddenly on his when he woke up was making a ton of noise. So needless to say, it had gotten pulled off his face. He had never seen anything like it before...]

[Fuuma leaned up against the wall of the building, sliding down to sit. You aren't supposed to wander around when you get lost, right? That just makes it harder for people to find you. But if he could hear voices from the device in his hands, maybe it was like a phone? After some fiddling with the buttons on the thing, the video function clicks on. The 11 year old that appears on the screen might be rather familiar to a few people who have been in the prison for a while. He looks a bit nervous, and maybe a little upset, but his voice is pretty even.]

Excuse me? Can anyone hear me? I was wondering if anyone could give me directions back to the Tokagushi Shrine...

[He doesn't look sure if anyone can actually hear him through the thing, but it was worth a shot. If not, Fuuma will at least try to spot someone nearby and ask them.]

((OOC: Meet 11 year old Fuuma Monou, Marina! Don't worry, he's taken from before Saya died, so he won't go crazy on you. But if you throw a creeper at him, he will likely run for the hills.))
[Video/ eventual action]
08 August 2011 at 11:27 pm
[The video turns on to focus on a girl with bright brow eyes and her hair up in pigtails. Her lips pursed together before she finally spoke.]

...Okay, I think I'm doing this right...I'd like to say thank you to the people who gave me the welcome basket, the pamphlet was especially informative and I appreciate the gift. I must say though, it's kind of odd since I hadn't actually been accused of these crimes back home. I guess there's no use in complaining though~

Can anyone give me some more information on this place an how it works? I'd really appreciate it♥ Preferably over breakfast since I'm kinda stuck here with everyone else?
08 August 2011 at 11:24 pm
[Ranka's gotten the message, the pamphlet and the basket. The snacks and everything in the basket remain untouched for now, and despite receiving the explanation, she's still pretty floored to say the least. After all, it's an underwater prison, and the last thing she knew, she was flying off into space with Brera and Ai-kun. This... clearly wasn't where she expected to end up.

Given a moment or two, she finally reaches up to the headset and turns it to what she hopes is video before taking a breath to speak. Anyone watching will see a rather nervous looking green haired girl.]

Um, excuse me, I know that this is... [She trails off, really unsure of what to say at first.]

What I mean to ask is that if all of this is real, what happens now? Do I just accept this? [The video feed catches her biting her lower lip and a flash of the koi pond in the background.]

Before I do anything, has anyone seen my pet, Ai-kun? He's green and sort of large, and he looks like a giant insect. If anyone finds him, please let me know. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee.

[There's another pause before she adds:] Also, thank you for the basket.
[ Video | Defense Force Filter ] backdated to late afternoon
06 August 2011 at 10:24 pm
[ This is kind of exciting, as evident by the way Subaru's body is practically humming when she cuts the feed on. She is seated on a bench in the skating arena, putting on some plain-looking inline skates, and dressed in her normal workout gear. ]

Ah, hello everyone! I've spoken to some of you before, but now that Mr. Suzaku made it official, I wanted to introduce myself.

My name is Subaru Nakajima, and I'm a new addition to the Defense Force as of today! I hope my previous experience in threat suppression, as well as search-and-rescue operations, can be of help to others. [ Smiling. ] Aheh, I also enjoy training a lot, and I'm not a bad cook!

[ She stands up, and bows. ] I look forward to working together with you all. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call me, or come find me here at the rink. [ Gesturing behind her. ] I'll be here practicing until late. See you! [ With that, she ends the connection for now. ]
04 August 2011 at 10:00 pm
[Unusually, the club has been overtaken by its littlest patrons. One (1) Anya Alstreim, Knight of Six, and one (1) Roxas, Keyblade wielding Nobody, have taken up residence at the bar counter, dangling feet and all.

Pushed to the side are empty bowls of ice cream and they may be drinking out of straws, but that's not abnormal, right?

Jade! I think Jade. You know what? Your idea of pouring peach schnapps over vanilla ice cream worked! It was really good. [his eyes are bright, and he holds up a shotglass]

And I just wanted to tell everyone that -- I really like everyone I've met here. Almost everyone. Especially the people who aren't from where I'm from. I just want you all to know that. Being a good friend is the best thing you could be.

...I guess... I could apologize to some people...
[another unsteady melancholy moment, and then -- he doesn't!] Nah -- I don't want to ruin it. I'm in a good mood.

[Anya nudges Roxas's elbow, her eyes wide and her face somewhat flushed. But her words are clear and even.] Check on Dagonet, too.

Oh -- and someone should go feed Dagonet. [a thoughtful beat] He's the cat.

((OOC: Forward dated to later in the evening! Anyone who tags will likely get double teamed, but if you want someone specific, just say so. We are amenable to all the things!))
04 August 2011 at 12:31 pm
[Every grave in the yard is covered in one or two flowers, courtesy of Sakura. She puts a few more on Gyoro and Ururun's grave before moving on. She doesn't cry. Instead she places the flowers as nicely as possible around one of the graves.]

How are you, Itachi-san? I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner to see you. [arranges the flowers a little more and smiles]

[ooc: a 'year' since Itachi died ;-; you can catch her coming to and fro from the graveyard as well]