[ 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~ ]

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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~

[ a certain someone can be found kneeling in a Marina garden. he's wearing plain clothes today, not his habitual Order uniform, and working his hands in the dirt. his expression is distant, his blue eyes unfocused, and his gardening a little bit inattentive.

he just wants the feel of soil on his hands: the clean, slightly damp sensation of working at a long-time hobby, one his muscles know as well or better than his brain. it's nice not to have to think.

communicator is OFF, but it will still translate you if you come interrupt him. ]

So... promenade, huh? [the voice comes out, but there's no video for a second. it looks like there's something over the camera. maybe a sticker? it's Dani's voice, though, and there's some shuffling.] I don't really know how those go. I went to my high school one, but it was sort of.

High school. [she sounds a little uninterested in the entire high school thing.]

But I think I'll go. You know. Why not? I was invited and all. So, uh-- Jeanne Fran-- Francaix-- and the Student Council, I'm RSVPing! I think. [she fumbles the name, and it comes out "Jean Fransayx". French is beyond her.]But I'm not sure what formal wear is.

[and then the camera feed is on properly, with the sticker removed, to reveal Dani. she's wearing this, her hair is pulled back into a very sad attempt at a bun, and she's got on a pair of clunky green plastic "heels" to go with the outfit. she looks a little perturbed at the entire outfit, like she's not quite sure she's doing it right. she's not.]

Does this count? Maybe if I wear a jacket...? [she scratches her head a little]

Oh, and I guess I should get a date. That's a thing, right? [she considers that for a second... then a second longer... then brightens.]

Hey, Schuldig! What're you doing tomorrow evening? [and she's done.]

[Good morning, Marina! Here is that friendly, harmless looking gentleman from just the other day again. Long, prematurely white hair, traditional Japanese clothing that looks a little big on his spare frame, genial smile and cheerful tone of voice. How could anyone find him guilty of anything?]

It appears as though Acumen has decided to make my stay here permanent. I now find myself properly arrested, tried and sentenced. Or rather, unfairly arrested, tried and sentenced, as any crimes I may legitimately have committed have already been judged by those with the authority to do so.

Ah well. I suppose there's nothing for it at the moment but to become accustomed to the settings and see what might be done going into the future. Oh, look at this! "Public drunkenness". My, my. Our jailor is rather enthusiastic about its job, isn't it?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if my replacement finds himself arrested as well. I'll be amazed if Kyouraku doesn't have him getting into trouble in less than two weeks.

[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!))

[ cue one Break ]

[ cue one Break with cake ]

[ cue one Break WITHOUT cake what blasphemy ]

[ sadly, Break does not like this division of power even if he's not wearing a chain. Actually, scratch that. It's only what he deserves for having all the cake in the dome at his fingertips which, shortly, will be remedied. Leaning over, un-chained Break snags a dainty little sugar coated thing from the top of the pile. ]

[ Break (the one with cake), despite being blind, feels that sneaky, sneaky hand approaching his precious cake, and in a fit of rage jealousy POSSESSION reaches out his hand (the one not currently occupied with a frosting-covered fork) and flicks this intruder who has so callously tried to steal his cake. ]

Ah ah! Get your own cake.

[ unfortunately (for the both of them), Break's aim is a little off today and instead of hitting the cake thief, he instead ends up hitting the precious plate of cake, sending a fat slice of cake (chocolate with whipped cream frosting and dainty little strawberries) flying into the face of the nearest person ]

[ fjdkskakl ] What the hell are you doing?! [ Fou turns, wiping chocolate frosting off her face and looking more then a little pissed as she leans over to give the nearest Break a kick in the face. Unfortunately, Break's reflexes are superb and he more then easily steps to the side. It's too bad really. All that cake is flying through the air as Fou's foot lands on the table. Such a waste... ]

((ooc: Everyone is welcome to join in the cake fight! Or just be an innocent bystander. Mingle, threadjack, laugh at the mess... anything goes. purple = Marina's Break, blue = 4th Wall Break, Green = Fou ))

[ the video clicks on. the blonde youth holding the camera is seated against the wall, eyes red-rimmed and watery. but he seems determined, sure of himself, ready to strike whatever sort of deal he has to so he can escape this awful place!

he sucks in a shuddering, watery breath. ]

This is Shuri Oak, son of Wakaba Oak! [ a pregnant pause. he seems to hope to give his audience a moment to consider this information. he puffs his chest out, blinking hard. ] I refuse to stay here! Point me to whoever is in charge, I'll talk to them, they'll see they made a mistake! And I don't care who or what they are, my Father will have me out even if they're a troll! [ the blonde takes a deep breath. attempting to give a warm, confident, charming smile. ]

I'll be sure to see to it that whoever helps me with get a lesser sentence.

[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.]

[Cue a small lord appearing on the feed. He's holding the communicator out and staring into it. His appearance is disheveled and his tie is clearly tied wrong. His eyepatch is practically falling off. He dressed himself this fine morning.

Also, he's pissed.]

Sebastian is not here. [There is no question about it. His butler isn't in the dome.] Your "system" has clearly glitched. Not only has my butler disappeared, but the day has advanced. What is the meaning of this? I want answers.

[There's a shift, and apparently he's crossed his legs. If you listen closely, you might hear the smallest of growls. He's hungry, but he's far too proud to say it. Not to mention his head is literally pounding... Great, his demon is missing, he's hungry and his head hurts. This is clearly an off day.]

Now.

[It's getting late. Otoha knows this, but he's not on duty tonight. He lets his feet wander, and walks through the streets. He doesn't really care that he has no idea where he's going to end up. It's nice to be able to just wander, no pressure... right?]

[... No. He still has his city in his thoughts. It's hard to think of it as anything but 'his'. It was his to protect, to care for, to help grow... and he had lived there his whole life. If anyone could claim the city as theirs, it was him, right?]

[But maybe... that wasn't quite right. That line of thinking was where the problem with Eko started, more or less. He sighs, and realizes that his shoes are crunching down on sand. The beach, then. He puts his hands in his pockets, staring out at the water, letting his thoughts wander along where they will.]

[Rogue is in a kitchen making bread dough. Her hands are bare and there's flour up to her elbows. She's got her hair tied back, a smudge of flour across her nose and she looks happy.]

I'm makin' biscuits and gravy from scratch in the dining hall if anybody wants some. I've got one batch that oughta be ready soon.

[he's secured a small section of green near the border of sector 3 and sector 4, and he's crouched there with his coat and button-down shirt long tossed over by the side of the road, working in the dirt. he's acquired a decent-sized crop of eggplant sprouts and is planting them carefully; more than a little bit careful because he barely knows what he's doing]

[he's tired after the meeting and after the hassle of the last few days. the last week. the last year. but he can't just shut it out or turn his brain off, so -- he'll try this instead]

...I don't even like eggplant. [to himself]

[well, he'll be here for the second half of the day, if you want to stumble across him]

[ He's strolling at what seems a casual pace through the prison streets, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He's got Edgeworth's headset on, toggling the map and broadcast settings as he does. The man had stormed out of the apartment without a word earlier that day and, after some time glorious waffling, he decided to finally get up and look for the younger. Even if the prosecutor was angry with him, he should probably have his communicator.

He won't say he's sorry. There was no point in Edgeworth throwing a tantrum in the early hours of the morning, especially after the incident he had a few days before. He knew that Miles wasn't the type to give up until he won, so it was best for all that he step in and stalemate the occasion. It had been pretty funny, though. ]


Hey. Has anyone seen a guy named Edgeworth around? He's a pretty big guy, grey hair - probably overdressed in an off-shade of pink.

Alternatively, has anyone seen a trail of frostbitten bodies or a real heavy concentration of ill-will?


(( OOC: Anyone trying to contact Edgeworth will get Nick instead, as Nick has his communicator (and is broadcasting from it). For action posts, one can see Nick wandering down the street or looking into buildings. This rp is set just before Edgeworth's coffee shop post. ))

Does anyone else feel like this place is becoming too small?

[His words start off slowed, reluctant, almost regretful - but then there's a note of humour in his voice.]

I mean, what if we end up all stuffed in together, ten people to a room? The dome isn't expanding but the population is. We'll be a jar of pickles. [He means the thing people say about sardines.

Ryoji's outside - when is he ever inside, if he can help it - lying on his back on one of the park's picnic tables. After today, he needed fresh air and dark skies and quiet - even if he's not doing a very good job of obtaining it.]

[His morning had been a less than amusing one. From the new freaks in the prison to Wright stealing his communicator--more like confiscating it, as if he were a child--well, Miles had had enough. You can find him in the coffee shop now, his features sour. At least this place served tea. It was decent enough. Occasionally, he'll take slow, savoring sips, but he's in a pretty foul mood. That's what happens when he doesn't get enough sleep. Approach at your own risk!]

Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]

[Someone is back to normal today. If you can't judge that from the natural smile via the video, maybe the three empty bowls of ramen next to her on the bar at the ramen shop might be a hint. Or possibly the fact that she's still there, waiting on bowl #4 to come up...]

So my schedule is mixed up in my head now, but I guess I kind of missed having my meditation classes, didn't I? This time traveling business is kind of complex...

I guess we can go back to having classes on Day 122 though. I was hoping the waterfall would still be freezing cold, but I guess it's summer now so we'll have to wait on that until the winter comes again... But we'll figure out something to do!

[Oh, here comes bowl #4, at least judging by the look in her eyes.] Let me know if any of you have questions!

[Click, the video disappears, and then so does more miso ramen.]

[Finding another place to crash for the night had been, unfortunately, unsuccessful. It had felt very odd, sneaking back into his own room, but Phoenix hadn't woken up. Thank God for that. He had always been a heavy sleeper, so once he was out--well, he was out. In retrospect, he'd blame himself for being an idiot, but it wasn't as though he was going to pull an all nighter just for Wright's behalf!]

[Sprawled out on the bed, his head partially under his pillow, the prosecutor was oblivious to the world around him. It was unfortunate, really. He'd soon sorely regret ever allowing the man into his room.]

[ He doesn't really know how he ended up here, in the kitchen of the Shelter. He isn't even aware of the time aside from a general feeling of 'late'. It's been a long day, and maybe he drank a little more than he should.

It'd been a pure accident to discover the capability of the cookbot. Asking where he could find where the stuff to make sandwiches with had gotten him a pb&j in hand. After that, it was all downhill. No one else is here, so his alcohol-muddled mind thinks its an excellent idea to play Hell's Kitchen with the robots scurrying around ]

You call that a cake, Clanky? Do it over. More strawberry jam!

Put a potato in that soup. Don't peel it, idiot, just throw it in there! Yeah. It's supposed to boil over, don't even worry about it.

[ Right now, this is fantastic. This is the best thing ever. He's conducting from a seat on one of the preparation tables, nudging one of the bots with his foot ]

More pickles. Pickles, pickles, pickles.

[ Rummages through boxes in search of wine or beer, conveniently having forgotten that one can't bring alcohol outside of Sector Three. He tosses boxes that prove to be 'duds' right onto the floor, drunklogic telling him that it'll just disappear to where it's supposed to be. Back to the bot. ]

Hey, what's that? Pickles? How am I going to eat a peanut-butter sandwich with pickles? Ugh. Just go make me a burger, ok?

[ Idly eating his sandwich all the while, not thinking he might not be hungry enough to eat any of this when it's to his satisfaction. ]

[ Greed’s bar seems to have been awarded its first bum, if looks can be anything to go by. The man drifts by the entrance, casually looking it up and down, his hands stuffed deep inside of his hoodie. His head is covered by a knit beanie, the only evidence of his face just a tuft of stubble. ]

[ A voice breaks through the Marina main broadcasting feed, casual even if his lips are hinting at a smirk ]

So what time does Happy Hour begin on induction day? I feel like there’s a missed opportunity for the proprietor here.

[ There's two reasons for being her: One, he needs a stiff drink, and besides this bar there is another club where there's something wholly unhuman serving the liquor. Two, a bar is a decent social scene. Perhaps he can get some answers as to what is going on and, this early, it's less likely that people are drunk quite yet. Maybe. God, is this place for real? He's been in some very strange situations before, but this definitely takes the cake. If he was ready to be thrown into prison before, this has shaken his views a little. ]

And yeah, that was an invitation for anyone else wanting to get an early start. Or for anyone wanting to come actually tend the bar. Much appreciated.

(( OOC: If your character recognizes Nick, please refrain from telling him Maya is still here. Edgeworth is ok because I don't think he'd be so discouraged from drinking if he found his former rival was out there. He got up a little later than Maya's broadcast - maybe you did as well? PS, he could be at the club if you'd rather be there. ))