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~
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.
05 September 2011 at 11:33 pm
[Welcome back to a picture of Flynn's face. Only he's got a better idea how the enchanted box works, and his brows are knit. And he happens to be sitting on the floor.] Okay, so I get that the gesture's nice and sweet and yadda yadda yadda—but whoever's laying out the baskets around here is a little bit late. [Holding up cookies. Free? Just like that?] How do I even know any of this is still good? And what's the catch?

… I don't know about you, but I've heard the story of the old lady and the poison apples oooone too many times. [Yep, spinning an apple in the air before dunking it back into the basket.] And can't you deliver these in person? It's creepy waking up and bam there's a basket.

Also, Rapunzel.


Can you tell me why I happened to wake up in your closet this morning? Maybe People Who Live in Towers do this sort of thing all the time, but I gotta say… it's not easy on the neck. [Rubbing it.] I think I'm going to be stiff all day, …ow. Just leave me on the floor or y'know, wake me up. How did you even manage to get me in there? And why did you do it?
[ action | open ]
24 August 2011 at 11:04 am
[If you happen to be out and about this fine day, you might happen to see a rather odd sight: one (1) small red dragon, about a foot tall, a set of oversized binoculars clutched in his small claws. He might be lying on a tree branch, or lurking on that street corner, or perhaps even peering out at you from behind those bushes.

His mission?

Be Howard Link Find and locate one (1) Allen Walker, and proceed to follow his movements for the rest of the day, possibly even the rest of the week. Why? Because Cross bullied harassed blackmailed told him to.

Feel free to catch him as he roams across the dome. Mushu's never been a very good spy, and his bright coloring makes him stand out rather obviously.]

((ooc: he'll be at this all day, so feel free to bump into him at any time of the day and any location!))
[video] unfiltered for your pleasure
20 August 2011 at 09:49 pm
Hmm... ?

[Staring point blank into the lens of the camera, silent and observant for a moment before chuckling and cocking his head to the side. Slowly lips come to part, rolling out a very long tongue encrusted with. You bet those are eyeballs! And the tongue sways just briefly before the connection is cut.]
17 August 2011 at 07:29 pm
[here's your stringy, blonde-haired Luna complete with radish earrings and a dreamy expression on her face.] This is a much nicer place than I thought it would be. True, I wasn't expecting very much, but now I'm glad I didn't. It wouldn't be a very pleasant surprise if I expected this. [a long pause as she looks off screen at the ceiling]

I have always wanted to live in a bubble, just to see how it's like. Do you suppose we'll start floating if we wait long enough?

[Luna's stretched out on the grass in the park. She's right there - and totally being a hindrance, but hey!]
[video/action // open]
15 August 2011 at 05:47 pm
[Have an up close and personal look at an eye, Marina. A rather pretty dark brown eye, marred only by the fact that an enormous fuzzy black caterpillar seems to have crawled above it and died--or maybe just by the fact that its owner has an incredibly thick, bushy eyebrow.]

I wonder if this is working yet.....

[The view pulls back a little to show a very ruggedly masculine face, complete with a large nose, shiny black bowl cut, and large, calloused, powerful-looking hands. He tinkers with the device a little more--mostly just pressing buttons at random, really, in an attempt to figure out what they do. Being that he's not actually wearing it, he isn't really having much luck.]

Well, I suppose I could always try again, if it isn't?

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he studes the communicator, then nods to himself firmly, looking satisfied. He punches one more button for good measure, then puts on the device and carefully straightens it out. It reveals a fashion disaster--dark blue sandals paired with gaudy, puffy, pinstriped bright orange legwarmers; a red cloth belt with a shining silver plate where a buckle should be, bearing a stylized leaf engraved on it; a bulky forest green flak vest with a multitude of pockets on it; and a blindingly bright spring green, very skintight spandex jumpsuit that leaves far too little to the imagination. Even worse, he seems to be posing, hips thrust out and fists resting solidly on them, chest puffed out self-confidently.]

Hello, people of Marina! It seems we are to be prisoners together! I earnestly hope this won't be the case forever, but until our stay here is finished, then I feel it is only right and proper to introduce myself to all of you, so we may come to be comrades and work together well as quickly and smoothly as possible!

[A sudden, dramatic breeze ruffles his vest and hair, carrying leaves that swirl behind him, dancing in the wind and winking in the sun. A convenient sunbeam bathes Gai in golden light as he spins, this pose even more dramatic than the last, one arm thrown to the sky before whipping down to point emphatically at the camera. It rises to make a thumbs up soon after, and he winks and grins, teeth sparkling blindly (and maybe even audibly, was that a 'ping' just then?) for the benefit of his audience.]

I am Maito Gai, the Proud Green Beast of Konoha!

It's a pleasure to meet you all; please allow me the honor of your friendship, and the privilege of any further knowledge about this place that you've acquired! Together, our strength and the fruits of our hard work will know no bounds!

((OOC: Maito Gai from Naruto, from somewhere during part 2. No specific canon point, but likely somewhere between the Rescue Gaara arc and the Pain arc.))
[ video / action ] [OPEN]
12 August 2011 at 01:13 pm
[the communicator is on Roxas, who is shirtless in the water at the beach, nearly up to his waist. he's paying close attention to the water rather than the communicator, and then -- suddenly ducks down, reaching into the water with a huge splash, and successfully pulling out a large thrashing fish gripped between his hands. he's grinning broadly, and addresses the communicator]

Now -- this is what I think of when people say they're going to catch some fish. [laughing] Why would anyone do it that slow way?

((ooc: video is filtered from castmates, but action is open to anyone, if you want to hunt him down in person! he is a tiny bit tipsy))
| One • Video • |
10 August 2011 at 08:57 pm
[The feed turns on quite suddenly, showing nothing more than a head of spiky born hair, staying still for a moment before being shook, the boys face coming in and out of focus, the bright blue of his eyes coming in and out of focus. It switches off a moment later, turning on the voice function instead, a frustrated voice speaking as it does so.]

-- this is worse than the computer in Hallow Bastion. Come on, just work. It shouldn't be this hard to make a phone ca--

[The feed shuts back off as he pressed another button, suddenly taking it back to video. His voice is heard once more, annoyed as ever.]

-- on. All I want to do is see if I can call Riku. Stop being so diff--

[And then suddenly there's nothing. Well, unless you're near by the lunch hall, then you'd see Sora furiously pressing buttons and scowling.

And then finally, he sets it back to video, sighing. The camera is only half focused on his face, however. Someone is not good with technology.]

Riku, if you can hear this, can you use this thing to call me back? Sorry for just running off like that. But I thought you were right behind me, honest. Until I looked behind me and you were gone.

Anyway! If you see this, call me back, okay? Or come find me. I'm at the mess hall... lunch place... where you eat thing. [So very intelligent Sora.]

Oh, and if anyone else can see this, I'm Sora. I'm new here, and can't wait to meet all of you!

[And then he's waving at the device, before finally finding the button and clicking it off.]
[Action | Video] [Open]
10 August 2011 at 01:01 am
[ (1) Action]

[if you’re strolling by the waterfall in one of the parks early this morning, you might catch sight of a hooded figure, draped in voluminous, heavily-embroidered white robes, kneeling beside it. Is it somebody squeaking in a bit of meditation before they start their day?]

[not quite. There’s a welcome basket sitting next to them, with the contents undisturbed except for the open bag of pretzels… and what is that they’re praying over? A communicator? That earpiece looks a bit strange, and the screen isn’t shaped quite right, either. And there’s something else: three large, articulated metal tendrils, emerging from folds in the back of this person’s robes, are hovering around the device. Two have some kind of specialized attachments on their ends, but all three are tipped with a good-sized claw, and these are opened menacingly towards the communicator, twitching a bit.]

[OOC: Felicia refuses to put on the communicator until she’s put it through some close scrutiny and cleansing rituals, so tag in with “(1) Action” in the subject line to interrupt her and say good morning! She won’t understand you, of course, but you can still give it a shot. (Only folks from outside her canon tag this option, please!)]


[Video | (2) Action]

[the scene on the video does a nauseating summersault of blue, green, and white as Felicia turns the communicator over in her hands, but resolves itself into a view of the grassy hillock beside the waterfall once she clips the device over the sleek augmetic that serves her for a right ear. Felicia herself, now front and center, gives a cautious, yet friendly smile to whoever may be watching.]

Well! A vox, pictscreen, and translator, all at once—what an intriguing little piece of heretek this is! Completely unsanctified, of course. Any devout servant of the Omnissiah would break it to pieces in an instant. But, as it seems I’d hardly be able to get anything done without the thing, perhaps some transgressions may be pardoned, under the circumstances. Isn’t there another soul here who speaks proper Gothic?
[she chuckles dryly]

Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself. Magos Felicia Tayber of Perlia, reporting. To ask the first of innumerable questions, now that I’ve a way of reaching a wider audience: just where, in the name of the Emperor, have I fetched up? On what warp-cursed rock the Eloquois Ocean is located on, I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest.

[OOC: put “Video” or “(2) Action” in the subject line for this option. Cain and Gaunt, tag in here!]
09 August 2011 at 07:07 pm

IIIIEEEEE! [why did they actually make the spindle sharp?! He clutches his injured digit -

And stops. There's an abrupt silence as he realizes he's not at school anymore, and that he's got some weird kind of headpiece on.

Right on cue, the device begins its opening spiel. It gets through maybe the first two sentences.]


[Better hope your devices have audio equalizers, otherwise ouch. You can add "broken eardrums" to his list of crimes.

Those who happen to be near the Pet Cafe will be treated to this]
[ video ]
09 August 2011 at 03:42 pm
[The video feed turns on from the communicator revealing what appears to be a young boy(or a girl depending of your perspective) looking very confused. A few seconds later, he notices the communicator and he's fiddling around with it for a bit, staring for a moment. It's clear has no idea how it works as he lightly taps on it and starts talking a bit loudly at first]

Hello? Hm~ I wonder what this thing does? I've never seen anything like it before.

This place is definitely not the castle and--

Oh no! Did I manage to sleepwalk out of it? That means I'm lost or-- wait is this a [Raenef flails a bit, looking very panicked as he notices the the iron ball attached to his foot] ...kidnapping?!

[He looks like he's about to cry, before a thought hits him] Hey! I'm a Demon Lord, you know, so you can't really keep me here so easily, I can just--

...Teleport and get out of here, yeah!

[There's a really long pause as he tries to visualize the castle so he can easily leave, but when that doesn't happen he'll go right back to panicking again]

Eh? It's not working? ...The only thing I can get right and it doesn't even work to get me back! Don't tell me I lost my powers?! Eclipse, please don't get mad at me for this! It's not even my fault-- !

[And the transmission turns off]
09 August 2011 at 03:35 pm
[He’s dusty, dirty, covered in blood, but he’s still calm as he takes in the situation. This isn’t the time to get angry—it’s not the time to lose his cool as M-24 would say—but he can’t stay here. The gift basket is almost mocking him—a little consolation prize for being royally fucked over. The only reason he doesn’t smash it under his heel is because it might be useful.

And from everything he's heard so far, he doesn't think he'll find a fine print that says "And this is how you escape." He turns on the communicator, a little frustrated.]

I guess breaking the warden to get out of here isn’t going to cut it, is it.

[Not a question. It’s the obvious first response. How to get out. How to defeat the one holding them there. But it won’t be that simple, he can tell. But he's been listening. He's heard some of what others were saying to the "newbies." Guess he's one of them.]

Che. [damn it.] Is there a way to figure out what’s happening back where we come from? Or do we have to go straight to the head? [He was in the middle of something important and if he can’t get back there now, he really needs to know what went down.]
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?
[ INTRO | video | open ]
09 August 2011 at 04:27 pm
[ Ugh. His head literally feels like a giant piece of metal landed on it. As the video transmission starts, Setsuna has a hand on one side of his poor, aching head. He narrows his gaze faintly. Despite that, he looks calm enough.

Hospital dress, hospital room— Looks like the stoic one is back and awake after long, long dream.

That is what he thinks, anyway.

Does he have to blame Neil or Lyle for the food last night? Maybe even Tieria? What are the chances of that? Oh, but then again— If it was food that caused him to be hospitalized, it wouldn't be his head that's aching, huh? ]

... Why am I here?

[ He could've sworn he was just at Tieria's place a while ago. ]
[Video/Action] - Open
09 August 2011 at 03:41 am
[Yuki woke up about 25% of the way outside...in the park. He was mostly irked because it was hot, but didn't wake up completely. So he's now sleepily wandering in the direction of his house... He bumps into things along the way and eventually activates his communicator. The picture is of a scrawny, sleepy teenage boy who does not look at all happy. Or sad really. Just blank. He also groggily mutters things occasionally.

Well, he finally bumps into a wall, the wall is cool on his forehead so he stays there. Inevitably his eyes close and his breathing steadies. He falls asleep against that wall.]


[Well! Feel free to bother him. Be careful about being violent with him though~ ♥ Also, if you knew him before, he's been gone for about a couple days now! He's back!]
08 August 2011 at 11:50 pm
[The tone of the speaker is aggravated and condescending. This is someone who won't easily accept the predicament he's just found himself in. Not without ample proof.]

[It's a ruse. It has to be. After all, there's no way it could be true. Someone's captured him, sealed his fon slots, and cast some sort of illusion over him using the first fonon. That has to be it. It makes sense considering he defected from the Order, considering how that man keeps extending his offer. If he'll only cross a sea of corpses. Corpses, huh?]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke? I don't have time to play games with you people! Return my sword and undo the seal unless you're all willing to pay with your lives.

[Meanwhile Asch is kneeling down in the middle of the graveyard. For a while now he's been trying to figure out a way to remove the ball and chain from around his right leg, but he hasn't made any progress. Not even after fishing through the welcome basket for stuff to help it slide better. None. Unless getting even more frustrated counts.]
08 August 2011 at 08:52 pm
Ah, um, hello! My name’s Yako Katsuragi and I’m a detective from Japan. I’m new around here but I’ve got the basic idea of this place, even if I still can’t help thinking this is somehow Neuro’s fault even if he's supposed to be back in Hell thanks to the brochure. But I’ve got a small question.

[ here Yako’s eyes intensify, clearly whatever this question is has to be of the utmost importance. ]

Can someone direct me to where I can get some more food? That welcome basket only lasted me five minutes, I’m so hungry. And do we have to pay for food around here? Because I don’t have that much money on me after my favorite takoyaki stand raised their prices... Why do I get the feeling they only raise their prices when I'm there.
[ Video/Voice/Action | Open | Voice Broadcasting ]
05 August 2011 at 04:38 am
[ It's beginning to become dark outside, but he's hardly cared to notice. In the Education Center, most of the lights have shut off, save for a few that are in a lab. What appears to be a distilling apparatus has been created, along with a few other experiments. Those that pay particularly close attention to feed might be able to hear a small humming in the background. This is the lab's fume hood.

He's still feeling fatigued from the spill he took a few days prior, enough so that he isn't wandering far throughout the prison. Sherlock loathes being stagnant, though; more than he disdains talking to people, even. ]

I've been hearing that there was a warden in place before Acumen. Are there any among you who know about it, or have been here under its regime? Inquiring minds would like to know.

Also, if the Head of the Defense Force is about, I should like to speak with them.

(( OOC: For action posts, you might catch him in the lab, looking through a microscope, checking equipment, stirring random things, or taking a smoke break outside of the facility. ))
[video | action]
03 August 2011 at 08:35 am
[Yuuri is still hanging out at the baseball field after that morning's practice going over things with Murata when he makes a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!]

We need more baseball players!

Who else wants to play that isn't already? Or who just started because sometimes I forget to actually write it down or tell Murata. Oh! That's right. Murata is back to be our manager again. [The video pans over to another Japanese boy. Wave to the people, Murata. And now it snaps back to Yuuri.]

Suzaku, we should probably talk about when we're going to have our games before it's suddenly winter or the field is covered with dinosaurs or made of marshmallows or anything like that.

(OOC: I try to keep the roster up-to-date, but sometimes I fail, so if you should be on there but you don't have time to tag in ICly, just drop me an OOC note here or in IM or plurk.)