[ Gamewide Mingle ]
30 November 2011 at 06:24 pm
[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]
[voice || filtered from DF]
19 November 2011 at 04:30 pm
Why doesn't anyone ever bring in a little anarchy around here anymore?
[Action | Open]
19 November 2011 at 03:14 pm
[it’s late. Like, really late. Like, almost dawn late, like morning-of-that-term-paper’s-due-date late. Everyone sensible should be in bed, especially on a cold, snowy night like this.]

[Felicia’s counting on that, which is why she’s chosen this hour to head out to do something important and likely illegal—but those two things often go hand-in-hand, don’t they? Despite the faintest stirrings of guilt, she slips into the Education Center as silent as a shadow—and a very weirdly-shaped shadow, at that—to get this over with.]

[OOC: so Felicia is stealing a computer from the education center. She won’t touch anything but the one desktop computer, which she’ll be sneaking back to the shelter with in a duffel bag. Feel free to catch her before or after she pulls off her heist, out in the open or in the shelter. Goodness, why aren’t you asleep?]
08 November 2011 at 11:11 pm
[ there's silence for several beats, and then a soft, off-key huming. it goes on for maybe a minute, and it certainly sounds like a 'real' song -- but nothing any of you should recognize. it's an old, old lullaby.

finally, a husky feminine chuckle, and ]

Happy Halloween~...
[video/action | open]
07 November 2011 at 08:15 pm
Look, all I’m saying is-- [The big man cuts off abruptly, placing a hand to his head and looking dazed.] Where the hell am I? [And by that, he means, why isn’t he in a hospital gurney with his life in the questionable hands of Rai and Blondie?]

[He touches his own chest for a moment, and to his surprise, his wound seems to be healed. Roxas really did a number on him—he’ll have to thank the kid again.]

Look, where is everyone? This ain’t funny. [He doesn’t remember that time has passed at all. More memory nuking, hooray!]
[ video | open ] backdated to mid afternoon
25 September 2011 at 08:57 pm
[ Diva turns on the feed, covers bunched around her waist and hair disheveled. No worries. She's dressed. She just liked the warmth of her covers. Pressing her cheek against a sword sheath, she nearly purrs ]

It seems someone lost their sword. It wouldn't happen to be yours would it? You really shouldn't leave things lying around. Someone might just take it.

((ooc: Conrad stole Saya's sword while at the prom in order to make amends with Diva. She's clearly trolling Saya, but feel free to claim the weapon as yours or even recognize it and demand she give it back to Saya. Pretty much anything goes! ))
[video/action | open
19 September 2011 at 09:50 pm
[He's not used to sleeping so much, but what else is he supposed to do in a hospital? Unfortunately, the big man has quickly gotten restless and irritable from so much inactivity. From the sounds of it, there was even some big event of some sort last night, and he hadn't even gotten to lurk around the edges to check it out.]

Oy. Someone come help me break out of this place, and I'll make it worth your while. [He's being totally serious, too. He thinks he's going to lose his mind if he has to stay in this bed another day. His chest has to be almost healed by now, right?]

Look, I just need someone to get me past these goddamn robots, and that's it. [Walking still hurts, but if he takes it slow and steady, it'll be fine. Trust him, he has a plan. Sort of.]
Voice | Backdated to noon
11 September 2011 at 09:45 pm
[ Wolfram has been following the network all day long. He already knows what a prom is and what is supposed to happen at the event, but there is a topic that has yet to be discussed: ] For those who are planning to attend the prom with someone... How are you going to ask them out?

What is the best way to ask someone to go with you to the prom? [ Simply asking "Go with me!" seems a bit... lackluster. No. Blonde demon here wants your most romantic and creative suggestions, Marina denizens! ]
[Accidental Video/Action | Open]
05 September 2011 at 10:19 pm
[When he finally cracks his eyes open, he doesn't recognize the ceiling he’s staring up at. For one, heart-stopping moment, he’s deathly afraid that he’s back in the Organization, being patched up for some ungodly reason. Or, worse, being experimented on yet again. The last thing he remembers is telling M-21 that he has to live, for all of their sake.]

[The message is something he takes in more slowly, and when he finally finishes reading, a sardonic grin curls at his lips.]

So even guys like me can get a second chance… [He laughs, but that makes his chest hurt, so he shuts up pretty quickly. He grudgingly shifts a hand to feel the bandages that have been wrapped there. So they’d saved his life, when he was supposed to die. He isn’t sure how he feels about it. Hell. As long as M-21 is safe. As long as he’s free. Really, isn’t that all that matters?]

That’s some technology, helping to patch up a broken heart… literally. [Goddamn it, he really had to stop chuckling. It felt like someone was taking a hammer to his ribs...]

((OOC: M-24 is in the hospital! He is restrained, but he probably needs anywhere from one to three days to fully recover. Heart punctures are terrible.))