Action | Open
15 January 2012 at 10:09 pm
[Cloaked within the dark night of the dome, the movements of a young girl goes near unseen as she moves through the park, regardless of the hour. She's not attempting to hide, no, though company isn't particularly wanted at the moment. The color in her normally deep, brown gaze is tinted a reddish hue that bleeds into the usual soft color. Her chest rises and falls, too quick to be normal as she swallows the air as though it may cure her current plague.]

Hah -

[Her feet halt upon the frozen path, and her hand reaches out to rest upon a tree beside her. A sudden pang causes her to winch, and she kneels down, a hand clenching her chest, while the other wraps tight within her hair. Snowball fights, hot chocolate and visiting with new friends is fun and good but the activities have taken a toll. Much earlier than expected she was forced to retire as scent upon scent combined to remind her of the very thing she hasn't had in several days.

It's why she's broken free of the shelter to walk and hopefully clear her head. Perhaps she ought to move back to the manor she previously possessed before her disappearance. At least, separate from a place where so many humans are jam-packed, she won't be subjected to the constant and continual temptation that the scent of their blood brings. She has to remind herself that if the tablets are cleared, this won't be as painful, even if they are terribly ineffective at curing her thirst.

Throat dry and feeling parched, she swallows several times, but feels worse for the effort. At the back of her mind, she has to ignore the nagging voice of the beast within that becomes much louder in moments like these.]
[MINGLE / Open to ALL] Snowball Fight in Sector 4!
11 January 2012 at 07:35 pm
[ Wandering around the snowy park? There are two things to look out for: (1) don't trip over the bright orange ropes that close off a large open area, (2) take cover and watch for a stray snowball, and (3) ... you know, you might want to join in for this is a Snowball Fight.

Only guidelines: no weapons, no head shots, no stuffing snow down someone's mouth, collar or anywhere else uncomfortable. Play to your heart's content! Spoiler: there's no winner.

Warm drinks and snacks are served in a nearby tent (ah, thank goodness for space heaters!), while towels and blankets are also available. You might want to take advantage of the snow as well -- make snowmen, snow angels, your own sculpture as you wind down~ ]

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[voice || open]
04 January 2012 at 10:23 pm
[Silence..and more silence...maybe the best silence you've ever heard in your entire life--

--Until it happens.

There's giggling, bubbly little giggling which gradually builds up and up and up without stopping. Where is it even coming from?

Well, GIR isn't about to leave you wondering for very long.]

Did anybody miss MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!

[ Gamewide Mingle ]
28 December 2011 at 10:42 pm
[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]
[action | open]
15 December 2011 at 07:46 pm
[Arguing with the bots about going into the shelter during cleaning hadn't seemed worth the effort, so D is indoors with everyone else, though he's still doing a good job of keeping his distance. He's claimed a room, and has spent most of the day behind closed doors, resting. With the arrival of evening, however, he cracks the door to the suite open, and takes a seat on the couch with his sword propped against his knees. Anyone who walks past may think he's completely absorbed in cleaning the blade, but D's keen senses will warn him of most passersby or potential visitors well before they even reach the door.]
14 December 2011 at 11:11 pm
[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]

They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?

[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]
[ action ] very much backdated to midmorning
10 December 2011 at 05:57 pm
[ It was an interesting sight, watching Fou scuttle around corners, body hunched over something clutched in her arms. She may have been kicked out of the shelter, but she was hardly going to take it standing down!

At least, she won't once she figures out a spot to bunk down for the night. :( ]
(1) action/video/whatever/open
07 December 2011 at 06:12 pm
[ For Mikado, the boy has spent the past hours doing a number of things.

1. Promptly freaking out, ripping the thing off of his face, and trying to find something familiar in the place he woke up in. This has failed.

2. Belatedly noticing that there was a... welcome basket? Okay... near him. This had a pamphlet in it.

3. ...Upon further notice, this pamphlet seems crazy. Or some kind of fiction. It's not as if-- This caused him to stare out the dome windows. He was really under the ocean, wasn't he? Ah.... Oh. O-okay. Sure. Why...not....

4. Looking over the brochure more carefully. Britannian? Now that… wasn’t something he knew. And this was supposed to be written in it? Cue angling the paper and squinting to see if anything changed.

5. …Oh. A communicator. That was the thing he ripped off. Hm. Let’s see….

He plays with the setting for a moment, adjusting to the controls. When he’s done, it connects, the sight of a younger, somewhat nervous boy appearing. Surprisingly, though, there’s a bit of excitement tucked at the edges of his eyes. ]

Ah, I… I’d like to thank to people who made the brochure. It was, um…. [ A lot to take in. Still debating the fact or fiction of some of it. ] Helpful.

[ He gives a quick smile, then it fades from nerves. ] Uh, so. Once we’re here. What are we supposed to do now?
[action//open DOUBLEPOST]
17 April 2010 at 01:47 am
[In sector 2, two enterprising young teenagers are... contemplating a trash bot. From the sound of it, they've been messing with it for a while]

Hey hey, Mikado, gimme your shoe, let's see if it'll take that too.

... Kida-kun, if you want to know, then use your own shoe.

[surely nothing bad will come of this. Come harass the two boys harassing the trash bot?]
[Action - Open; Backdated to about 4PM]
10 April 2010 at 12:50 pm
[So, Mami's been having a decent enough day, and is now checking out her vegetable garden. She's been taking very good care of it, so clearly everything is all right. Right?

...No. A great disaster has befallen the garden! There. Are. WEEDS. Unbeknownst to Mami, though...somehow, they aren't what you'd call normal weeds. They're flowers, i.e. the kind of thing that a normal person might want in their garden.

This, however, is a vegetable garden, not a flower garden.

Any passers-by will find Mami pulling up the flowers and fussing her head off. Bother/help/tell her not to kill the flowers?]
[action//voice | open]
09 April 2010 at 08:25 pm
Ah, h-hello? [the slight sound of him clearing his throat] My name is Mikado Ryugamine It really is my name, I promise. It’s nice to meet all of you.

I think my being here is some sort of mistake, so there are probably more people here by mistake, right? It seems like there aren’t a lot of actual criminals… The welcome basket is a little non-threatening.

… I-is anyone there?
[ voice | action ]
07 April 2010 at 06:24 pm
No way, you've got it all wrong! There's no way a guy like me's suited for jail life. This fragile mind, this youthful body, by sentencing me here you've guaranteed the loss of my wide-eyed innocence, tearing away the one joy many young girls had been anxiously waiting for since I hit puberty!

Please, Oh Great Prison Robot of the Future, grant me sweet freedom!!

[ Those in the area will take note that their newest resident is appealing his case to a trash bot. ]