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 to any in the Shelter] Forward dated to some late hour
10 September 2011 at 08:34 pm
[For all his cockiness throughout the day and the shit he pulled picking on other inmates, maybe Karma decided it was time for one hefty backlash. Truth be told he hadn't been able to sleep well since the incident that landed him in jail to begin with. But tonight the Nightmares were bad, taking a turn more for Terrors than just your standard bad dream. He twisted and turned on his cot where he'd passed out with utter boredom. It started off with the smallest of noises, tiny whimpers and the furrow of his brow. But they steadily grew louder into audible shouts of "NO! NO PLEASE!" Until it was pretty certain he had to have woken up a few people in the shelter.

He started thrashing and struggling until he rolled off of the bed. He woke mid-fall with a gasp but crashed to the floor anyway. He groaned softly, curling inward on himself and clutching his chest and head. The fall seriously jarred his wounds so it was taking a moment for him to get his wits about him or the air back in his lungs. He was practically gasping and shaking from fear, swallowing raggedly, trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast.

He wasn't crying. Boys don't cry.
] ((ooc: So anyone can send a voice/video message to talk to him if they'd rather not come see what's wrong so there's not a ton of people crowding him. Anything goes really!))
[ Video | Open ]
08 September 2011 at 12:42 am
[ The days have passed rather quickly for Nathan as he made his adjustment to Marina. After his stunt on the building his first day, he's settled down quite a lot. Sure, there's been a few people he's spoken to, but Nathan isn't used to having this much technology at his disposal. This isn't like Twitter or any of those things he has to punch into his crap mobile. It's time to do something. ]

Alright, can we get off the prom wank?

Who wants ta go mansion-hunting with me?

[ Private : Filtered to Miwako ]

[ He licks his hands and checks his reflection quickly in the reflective surface of a nearby shop, mussing his hair to something a little more presentable before turning the private setting on the feed. Hello, Miss Sex Crime. You're going to the prom with me! Chicks dig confidence, right? ]

Hey Miwako, didja get that iPod off Acu-manners?

[ Dammit, Nathan. ]
[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 }
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.
31 August 2011 at 11:53 pm
[Richie has been planning this for days now and he thought about just doing it himself, but he hadn't done a horror movie marathon by himself in years. Usually he and Virgil watched the movies together, talking over each other and criticizing whatever was on the screen.

So why not invite some friends to the fun?]

Hey, who here loves a good movie? A bad movie? What about zombies? Because I'm setting up a running of the Zombie Island movies at the theater and whoever wants to come can! If you've never heard of Zombie Island, then you're missing out. Nothing better than watching a good horror movie in the middle of the day, right?

[He laughs and scratches the back of his head.] I'll probably be starting the first movie in about an hour and I made sure that the robots have super extra buttered popcorn. Can't have a horror movie without that. Still thinking about whether or not chilli fries would be pushing it.

[He'll be inside the movie theater, getting the movies set up. There will be four movies, each one having a ten minute intermission between them running until after dark. Just follow the directions of the black poster sitting right outside of the correct room.]

{OOC: Links lead to the summaries for the movies. You don't even have to speak to Richie at the theater, just mingle amongst yourselves. The link to the movies provides summaries, but if they're too long, just respond to that post and I'll add bullet-point plotlines.}
25 August 2011 at 01:17 pm
[Guy's seated in a booth in the club, expertly tuning out the piped in music and the faraway chatter on the communicator. Yesterday was an exciting day for a myriad of reasons but he is more than content to soothe his headache with a bottle of Chenin Blanc.

Oh, and there's a single rappig hanging out beside him.

Come say hi?
[Video | Open (except where it's not)]
23 August 2011 at 03:37 pm
[Clearing his throat. He is the most serious right now.]

Are these supposed to...set items on fire? [He pans the video down to an open microwave with black scorch marks and a plate of left overs wrapped in foil in the center.] It seems to be an inefficient method of cooking.

[Private to members of the Black Order]
Your reports on yesterday's events are due tomorrow morning. [Did you know you had reports to do? Surprise!]

[Private to Suzaku and Lacus]
It is my understanding the two of you coordinate additions to the defense force. I am Inspector Howard Link and I would like to speak with you about [getting my blade back] joining as Walker's partner. [No, he doesn't need to speak to Walker about it first.]

(OOC: Action always and forever open to Allen.)
19 August 2011 at 07:55 pm
[Meg might not have been there too long, but she's gotten the hang of things. Including how to use the filters.]

[Filtered from Sam and Dean]

Wow, I must say that all of this does make a girl feel wanted, you know? A special little hell under the sea and you want me in it. [Unless you've never been to hell and know nothing about what it's really like, hey, this could be one.]

So is there anyone out there that would like to help me make a call?

[Meg will be keeping herself entertained, wandering around and finding the best dark, shadowy places for attempting a little long distance connection.]

{OOC: For anyone agreeing to help with said phone call, no deaths will be occuring unless a player agrees to it, although some violence/maiming might happen.}
Location: Sector 5
[ action ]
15 August 2011 at 04:27 pm
[ there is a small green lizard current on one of the sidewalks next to the park. he is really not sure how he got there, considering last he remembered, he was on rapunzel's shoulder as they crawled their way out of the pub.

he's kind of scared, not gonna lie, and really he just wants to go hooooome. he's so alarmed and out of place he's not even bothering to camouflage himself.

so please, pay attention where you walk and try not to step on the small green thing? ]
[ Action | Open ] Backdated to morning/afternoon
12 August 2011 at 02:28 pm
[ For anyone passing by, Diva's just a young girl poised over a sketchpad and colored chalk scattered on the grass next to her. She was trying things. Trying to be more exact, trying to replicate the things she's seeing in front of her. She's not succeeding, but she doesn't care, not when she's finally convinced someone to guide her. She just needed something to show him first.

Looking up, she'll be eying the first person and others after that who comes her way with a smile. She needed a model; flowers just weren't cutting it. ]
[ 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))
i. it's a mad house out there
12 August 2011 at 09:38 pm

[ she's been spending much time observing the communicator since she's arrived, refraining from appearing until now to gather as much information as she needs (though really, the brochure that came along with the basket is already more than helpful). but at least now, she knows who to expect to react when she decides to show up. ]

My, my.

[ lottie smiles malevolently widely, crossing one leg over the chained one and leaning forward to the camera. behind her is a familiar view of the park. ]

So I suppose even pretty girls get chained up even before they get to do anything. How terribly unforgiving.

But I do wonder now what I'm being chained for. [ she tilts her head slightly to one side, her smile now lopsided. ] Big Sis hasn't committed anything gruesome since 100 years ago after all. [ a pause. and then -- ]

I know! Why don't we play a game of 20 questions? Perhaps Big Sis will find out the reason that way. [ she giggles. ] And perhaps more.
08 August 2011 at 08:24 pm
[The video switches on to show a grumpy and disdainful looking cat yawning as he stretches out, taking his time. He looks annoyed by the restraint, tail swishing back and forth abruptly. The bell on his strange collar chimes and it's a strangely resonating sound.]

Well, isn't this unexpected. If this is a prison, not only is the timing terrible but I would have thought that my collar would have been removed if I'm going to be restrained. I don't suppose anyone could oblige?

[He tucks his tail in close, looking bored now if not a bit irritated.]

But as long as I'm going to be stuck here, I don't suppose there is any decent fish to be had besides those swimming above out of reach?
02 August 2011 at 04:13 pm
[ Miwako appears on the feed, sitting in the common room of the shelter in all her pink and smiling glory; she's a little less cheerful than usual, but not visibly sad or upset. She waves at the camera as she begins: ]

Good morning~!

I have a question today! If I wanted to listen to music by a certain band, would I have to request their CDs from Acu? Or is there a way to download mp3s of their songs somehow? You see, Acu has already sent me my medicine from home, so I wouldn't want to bother him with my requests again so soon... [ She skips a beat. ]

On a lighter note, being in prison really isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone I've met has been very nice so far~ Have any of you picked up new hobbies to pass the time, since you've been here? What would you recommend?

[ She looks as if she's ready to end the feed, but then is obviously struck by a sudden thought, and her face lights up. ]

Oh~! By the way! Prince Sanji~! Would you like to meet up sometime soon to tell me about your pirate adventures~? I would still like to hear them!

[ Another big smile, and she waves good-bye to the camera as the feed shuts off. ]
[action | open]
28 July 2011 at 11:10 am
[Alto is walking around various districts, either passing by or intending to stop at a particular place for particular needs. Perhaps headed to work out or grab some food or look for any electronic materials he can take apart and tinker around with (failingly).

That's not the important part, though.

The important part is, he stops by a reflective surface every so often, fixing his hair or applying chapstick or staring at himself from different angles.

He woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, okay, and he feels fugly. Is that a cowlick? Ugh--

Father would scold him if--

And if you happen to catch him a little too late, he'll suddenly get all tsundere and storm away angrily from the reflective surface!]
[ action | open ]
27 July 2011 at 12:50 am
{OOC: Yes, I said no new posts... I fail at hiatus, but these are kind of CYA posts anyway for Touma and Kitty for activity. Please note in the subject line if you meet Kitty at the beach or on Patrol.}

[Kitty was sitting at the beach enjoying some of the slightly cooler weather and the lack of rain. She had some of her things from school and was studying. Classes seemed to run year-round, but, considering the year was only about 50 days, it would be silly to have time off in the 'summer'.

Later that night, she was patrolling around Sector 3 doing her thing for the Defense Force.]
[action | open-ish]
08 July 2011 at 11:02 pm
[There's not a single thing out of place beyond Allen's bedroom. Not a single new smudge on the wall. Not a scent in the hall. Not a depression on the floor. Of course beyond his bedroom door he might find a surprise in the form of a girl—a few years his senior—wearing pajamas and making herself comfortable on his bed. She is flipping through a book she found in his room. When she hears the doorknob that some people have to use, she speaks without looking up.]

Hi, honey, welcome home.

(OOC: Apartment closed to people with a reason to be there. People are free to tag her in her pajama-fied walk from her place to his though!)
08 July 2011 at 10:08 am
[Ending his day with his usual martial arts training at the dojo and a several mile run, Kyou finally burned off some of the built up tension he'd developed earlier in the day. Frustration at Momiji was worsened by having to do something he wasn't really comfortable doing at the ice skating rink. The training tonight had helped ground him, relaxing him in a way that very few things were capable of doing. Exhausted after his cooldown, he dropped down onto a bench in the park in sector 4 to just clear his mind and enjoy the nature there.

It started with one, approaching from beneath the bench to brush up against his ankles. Used to this sort of thing, he ignored it for a few minutes until a second one jumped up onto the bench next to him--determined to crawl onto his lap and get his attention. He allowed it, even going as far as to give it a scratch or two on the head before the third one showed up.

Now...he was just starting to get agitated again. Pushing the one cat off his lap, he switched his communicator to video so everyone could get a good look at his visitors.]


[ooc: Anyone can claim them if they have a cat. Or just come marvel make fun of Kyou.]
[ Video/Voice/Action | Open | Video Broadcast ]
04 July 2011 at 05:26 pm
I can’t take this injustice!

[ The video feed flickers on and presents all who watch with a young man. He’s in a bright, orange jumpsuit, facing the camera. Tears are streaming from his watery green eyes and staining his olive cheeks. He’s had to rub them for about five minutes to make them this red ]

I want to go home! I miss my family! It’s not fair! I was payin’ my debt to society or whatever! Look at me! I’m just gettin’ outta my community payback fer fuckssakes. I did my time!

Somebody help me! Kelly! Curtis! BARRYYYYY!

[ He’s making all sorts of noise, wheeling his arms dramatically. Until he remembers that he’s on the edge of a complex of flats. He settles a little, but he’s breathing harshly, gulping as if full of emotion. He’s desperately looking at the camera ]

Please. Send me back. Or I have nothing to live for.

I swear to God, I will jump off of this bloody roof and spray my gibblets all over your pristine walk, Acuwhotsit.

[ Despite his language, and his height, you should realize this is just a kid. A teenager. ]

(( OOC: Nathan is immortal and cannot technically die. He will still, however, jump off the building and spatter a little on the pavement IF he deems it necessary. Potential gore and trigger warnings.

If you'd rather, your character can find him 'dead' on the sidewalk on the way to the complex. He'll look like he's a proper fall victim and won't be breathing. ))