25 October 2011 at 10:01 pm
It's getting colder, [her voice is doubly detached; her words said without any particular interest.]

Does every world have a snowy season?

[Anya's absconded to the park for the afternoon. She sits on an otherwise empty playground swing, but not really swinging; just idly kicking a toe at the pebbles every few moments as she flips through the pictures on her PDA. As expected, she won't say no to company.]
[ voice / action ] - backdated a tiny bit to earlier morning
19 October 2011 at 09:43 am
[he's dimly aware that his bed doesn't feel as comfortable as it usually does this morning, but that in and of itself doesn't feel strange. Suzaku's bed isn't as comfortable as his. and there's someone in bed with him, but that doesn't feel strange, either -- even though he's sleeping in the nude. he wakes up with people in bed with him all the time, one way or the other.

coffee. what he needs is coffee. he's sitting up to slip out of bed when he notices the other figure in it.

and shrieks]

[voice, NOT private]
Nunnally?! Are you okay? Where are you? [sdlkfjsl must make sure Nunnally isn't in bed with some man]

Everyone report!

[p, panic]

((ooc: Voice is open to everyone; action is open for anyone in the shelter who would come running in alarm at the girlish shrieking, especially Zeldas and Ritas. Lelouch will probably by that point be wrapped up in the sheet and in the hallway, being very unsteady. If you want to action tag with Sheik instead, just put it in your subject line.))
[voice | open | backdated to mid-evening]
16 October 2011 at 05:24 pm
[It's been another busy day, from breakfast on through his chores, but now he's back in his room and left alone with his thoughts about how everything has gone wrong back home. Anyone else might seek out someone to talk to about it, but Moji is not anyone else, and that's the last thing he wants. Instead, he picks a neutral topic to engage people. He chooses voice to hide the obvious bags under his eyes, hoping to avoid questions about his well-being.]

I'm curious about the passage of time here. I've heard a few people say it seems to move more slowly here than in their home world, and I wondered about your theories on that. Is it that time really does move differently on this world, or just a side effect of being taken from our daily lives and responsibilties and having so much more time on our hands?

We may never know the truth, of course, but it's interesting to think about.
16 October 2011 at 05:14 pm
Tell me, how often do people disappear? Have the numbers shown any increase over time?

[Asch has been pacing back and forth going for a walk in Sector 6 for the better part of a half hour, regarding strangers in silence and eying bots warily as they pass him by. On the one hand, he'd like nothing better than to give them (the bots) a piece of his mind, while on the other he realizes the futility of the situation. Better stuck in a cage with room to move than to be stuck in a cage and weighted to the spot.]

[Looks like he's doing absolutely nothing? Well, that's not entirely the case. He's been watching for who goes in and out of the training hall and waiting for a time when the building's largely vacant. After all, what he's about to attempt is pretty stupid dangerous.]

[OOC: Open to all. And maybe slightly backdated to afternoon/early evening?]
video | action | open
11 October 2011 at 04:49 pm

[Kallen's just sitting in a chair, dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair is still a little damp from her morning shower, but it's clear she's just been lounging around lazily for a while]

It's been two weeks, now. It's strange... it really feels like a lot longer. I'm wondering if anyone else feels the same way.

[She's so used to fast-paced action, strategies, and fighting. Or being held captive. Either way, she's feeling restless. And with a sigh, she finally gets up from her chair, looking a little tsun.]

I guess I should...go ahead and get ready.

[For her laundry date?!]

Not like I need to do much for-- Ack!

[The tie around her waist, however, gets caught on the armrest, unraveling and allowing her robe to fall open. There's a stretch of smooth, pale skin - from the center of her chest diagonaling down to thigh. It's only a glimpse, though, before she quickly closes her robe once more, blushing bright.]

I'll see you later, Gino!

03 October 2011 at 10:30 pm
Wow, this place is awesome! A rink, an arcade, a movie theater - ! And check this out - I'm even doing laundry! [anyone who has ever done laundry before will pale at the amount of detergent Gino is throwing in] Anya should totally be here to see this.

I wonder if this makes me a real commoner now. [god, that would be so awesome.] I can't wait to check the entire place out later. The arcade first, then the theater! [and then maybe an exit, but he doesn't think he'll be that lucky.]

[pause] You know what else we should have here? A casino! One with all those light up slot machines. Now that would be really cool.
[action | video]
03 October 2011 at 09:39 pm
[Anybody walking by the Pet Cafe when Haruhi arrives would be treated to a shout of "EEEEH?!" as she listens to the Acumen's message and realizes that no, she hasn't been abducted again by the members of the Host Club.

For the rest of our studio audience, the video feed clicks on as she scrambles to try and replay the Acumen's message, hoping it will somehow make sense the second time around, and you are treated to the confused/angry/omgwtfbbq face of what appears to be a young man.

Unfortunately, technology isn't Haruhi's strong point. After a moment of fumbling and cursing, she gives up on the device and looks around.

She catches sight of the welcome basket, and immediately grabs the pamphlet inside. After taking a quick peek inside and seeing that there's nothing there but sweets - she'd have to save those for Honey-sempai, assuming he was here too - she settles back down and reads through the pamphlet.

Yes. She is the most interesting.]
action // closed
18 September 2011 at 01:33 am
[ for once, he's not sneaking into Lelouch's room after dark; Lelouch is coming into his. they're going to spend some time together -- just the two of them. in his room. late at night.

there's a buzz in his belly as he loosens his tie. leftover adrenaline from a night spent dancing? leftover adrenaline from just being Suzaku? maybe. but he feels -- good, right now. more than a little bit excited.

it's like a date, and it feels almost like something they might have done back home, if either one of them had been allowed to finish high school -- if either one of them had been allowed to lead a normal, teenaged life. sneaking off together after a school dance...

like that horrible dream of the future never happened. ]
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 / open ]
10 September 2011 at 05:01 pm
[private to Kallen]
Come over. There's something we need to talk about.

[click. but it sounds all grim and important, doesn't it? you should come right away]

[action / mingle]
[Casa de vi Britannia is bustling today with plans. ...Prom plans, of course. A household full of teenage girls, and also Suzaku, is of course going to take an event like this very seriously. It's time to pick out what you want to wear and show it off and have big brother Lelouch tailor them.]

[If you live here, or have a reason to visit, or speak to anyone in the household, or if you just pass by and are wondering, "Why is a ballgown hanging out the window of that house?" -- feel free to tag in! Mingle poooost, so tag amongst yourselves.]

((ooc: backdated to afternoon))
[ video | action ] backdated to early afternoon
08 September 2011 at 10:51 am
[see vanessa.

see vanessa whip up a black book for the whole prison to see, scowling.]

"There were three things I was absolutely sure about. Firstly, Eduardo was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him that wanted my blood really badly. And last of all, I was madly, deeply in love with him."

[someone made the mistake of reading the book summary on the back]

What is this trash? Are there people who actually read this? [ugh, it's demeaning even to touch this damn thing] I sincerely hope the rest of this library isn't filled with filth like this.

[because if it is she is storming the hell out of there and going back to her room. B(]
06 September 2011 at 02:24 pm
[Ahem, ahem. Please allow this white-haired NOT!TWILIGHT sparklyvampire noble to delicately clear his throat and gaze at the communication device with the intensity of...something really. Intense. He isn't sulking, we should make this clear at the outset. Nor is he on the verge of a minor temper tantrum. Don't be ridiculous.]

If- [FROOOOOWN] If my transgressions are indeed worthy of lifelong imprisonment, I shall answer for them without complaint, as is befitting a noble. What's done is done, and I stand by my actions. [Pause. Even breaths!] I do, however, object to the manner in which my sentence was passed, behind closed doors and behind my back. At least have the decency to convict me while I am present at the trial.

[To add insult to injury, these communicators are absolutely HIDEOUS. But remember, kiddies, he's not having a tantrum. His eyebrow is twitching a little, though. Just a little.]


[The frown could almost be a scowl now.]

I do hope you haven't detained Seira in a similar fashion.
06 September 2011 at 12:22 pm
Good morning! [This is Ryoji’s smiling face. It is smiling.] If you’re new to Marina, welcome. It may seem a tad daunting at first, but it’s easy to get settled here. As prisons go, I think we got pretty lucky. Not that it makes up for not being at home, but I hope you can all be happy here. [And he means it.

Now, on to other things.

I suppose everyone knows about the prom already. [Considering all the posts about it!] I know this is kind of short notice, but would anyone like to go with a friend of mine?

Her name is Mitsuru Kirijo. [Ryoji holds up a photograph. Don’t ask where he got it or why it’s such a poorly taken picture.] She’s nineteen years old and a very nice young lady, very articulate, well read, intelligent – and I imagine she’ll look great in a formal dress. Anyone who is interested can get a hold of me, I’ll have the communicator all day.

[You have to pass Ryoji’s vetting process since jerks and creeps need not apply, but he doesn’t say that.]
{ video }
06 September 2011 at 12:31 am
{ The face that appears is both unhappy and confused. }

So what's the deal with this place? Is this your idea of some kind of sick joke or something?

{ This is the opposite of okay with her. }

Look, if this is some way to… stop me from telling the world what we really are, it's not going to work. It's too late. You know who I am, right? That you can't stop me from finally telling the world who I am? Or in general, for that matter?

{ Just in case you don't, witness a setting down of the device, and Claire climbing something high, jumping off, and not dying. She's bloodied, and picks up the device again, but she's healing in the process and it's visible. ... Slower than what she's used to, though. Way slower. But still happening. }

I'm Claire Bennet. And that was attempt number… I don't even know anymore. I've lost count. Now tell me who you are, what you want, and how to get out of here. Let me go.

{ And... she's still healing. }

Why isn't it working like it usually does? What did you do to me? Somebody tell me what's going on.
[Video | Action] Arrival
05 September 2011 at 10:15 pm
[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.]
[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!))
[video / action / open]
31 August 2011 at 10:37 am
[Ritsuka's voice is a bit nasal when he begins talking, and his sentences are punctuated by the occasional sniff.]

How can it be day 130 already? I didn't think I was sick for that long. Must have forgotten to check this thing, too.

[His communicator was sitting dutifully on his night stand the whole time Ritsuka slept through three or four days. It is not the communicator's fault Ritsuka forgot to check it.]

I'm sorry to anyone I made plans with. I don't usually get colds.

[Lowers his eyes a little, breaking his direct gaze with the screen. Maybe he was just a little lonely.]

I'll be in the shelter kitchen making pancakes. [Trying to.] I don't think I'm contagious anymore but if you want to make your own, that's fine too. [Friends, this is his roundabout way of saying he's sorry and he wants to see you all.]
23 August 2011 at 10:47 pm
[ welcome to Flynn's [surprise!unwanted!] beach party birthday bash! it's essentially a giant beach picnic, with blankets spread out over the sand and shade provided by mounted tarps. the poles are decorated, there are balloons under the canopy of the tarps, and a volleyball net has been set up for interested parties. swimming is also encouraged.

the cake is in the center of the blankets and presents are to be deposited off to the side. ]

((ooc: Mingle post! Ambush Flynn with well-wishes and/or presents. People with Flynn or Yuri CR should consider themselves invited, anybody else can drop in on the big, obvious beach party; just tag in wherever you feel like it!))
[voice/open | action/closed]
22 August 2011 at 09:38 pm
[ she's lain in the hospital bed for three days, unmoving, not breathing, and without a heartbeat. her skin has been cold and greyish, unpleasant to touch. today, though, something changes.

first, a heartbeat. and her color slowly returns. she inhales, and slowly opens her eyes. movement comes slowly; she looks up at the unfamiliar ceiling, expecting to see the stars in the dome sky. the last thing she saw... she thinks. she shivers as her body starts to warm up, and she fumbles for, for... for someone who is usually there when she wakes-- except that once, with the Sigfried -- and her fingers brush something... ]


Lel... ouch...? [ her lips are dry and voice not as strong as she's used to ]

((ooc: Voice replies are open! Action is closed to anyone who would have a reason to be there.))
[ Voice/Video || Open ]
19 August 2011 at 02:29 pm
[ There's a rough voice on the com-link, but the slowness of the following statements round off the edges and, somehow, make it gentle. ]

Now that everything has died down a little bit, I've got a few words I'd like to say to all of you.

[ The video feed flicks on. There is a man looking into the camera, which encompasses his bust only. His face is battle-scarred and his hair is a stark white, giving the impression of age beyond what the rest of his body might have betrayed. His right eye is a definite, clear blue, while the other... it seems to have no iris at all, just a blank sclera which almost seems to glow around the edges. His broad shoulders and his mostly stolid features should scream military to anyone familiar with the type. Anyone paying particularly close attention may see strips of yellow chord underneath his high collar, and maybe the start of something metallic on his left shoulder. ]

To start, my given name is Nathan, and in some circles, I am known as "Cable" - you may call me either, as you see fit.

I'm sure that this interment has come as a shock to most, if not all of you. I, like you, had plans for my future and concerns regarding my present. So I'd like you to keep in mind that I sympathize with you fully when you hear my next words:

This is not the end of your life, but a new beginning.

I do not think we should give up hope on /this/ reality )