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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[Video | Action | Open]
11 September 2011 at 11:53 pm
[Backdated to mid afternoon]

[Video / Filtered to Tamaki Suoh]

Ah, hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden, but I was hoping you might be able to help me with something. Alto asked me to the prom, and I'm not sure what to do to get ready. Usually I have people to help me with this stuff. Um, you seem like you'd be good with stuff like that... [She trails off, looking a little embarrassed.]

I'd really appreciate any assistance! Thank you for your time.


[A little bit after her message to Tamaki, Ranka makes her way to Sector Five, aiming to go to the store. She has a lot on her mind, however, so she's a little distracted. Wrong turn get! It takes another block or two for her to realize she's not in the right place before she gives a sigh. This is what she gets for not paying attention. On goes the communicator.]

[Video / Open | Action for those in Sector Five]

It's not as bad here as I thought it might be. I mean, it still takes some adjusting and I miss my friends a lot, but it could be worse. There are some really nice people here, too. [She lets out a little hum.]

I have a question for anyone who'd want to answer. I've been wondering about the different worlds and, I want to know what people did back home. What was your job or hobby? Can you still do it here? I apologize if this is out of the blue. A little conversation is something I'd like right now.

[Come distract her as she attempts to find her way around.]
[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.
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?
08 August 2011 at 11:24 pm
[Ranka's gotten the message, the pamphlet and the basket. The snacks and everything in the basket remain untouched for now, and despite receiving the explanation, she's still pretty floored to say the least. After all, it's an underwater prison, and the last thing she knew, she was flying off into space with Brera and Ai-kun. This... clearly wasn't where she expected to end up.

Given a moment or two, she finally reaches up to the headset and turns it to what she hopes is video before taking a breath to speak. Anyone watching will see a rather nervous looking green haired girl.]

Um, excuse me, I know that this is... [She trails off, really unsure of what to say at first.]

What I mean to ask is that if all of this is real, what happens now? Do I just accept this? [The video feed catches her biting her lower lip and a flash of the koi pond in the background.]

Before I do anything, has anyone seen my pet, Ai-kun? He's green and sort of large, and he looks like a giant insect. If anyone finds him, please let me know. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee.

[There's another pause before she adds:] Also, thank you for the basket.
[quasi-accidental voice]
04 September 2009 at 07:09 pm
[Intending to just send a quick message to Axel, Xion doesn't realize she enabled the speech broadcast before hitting private.] I probably shouldn't do this...

[Private to Axel]

Location: Sector 0: clocktower
02 September 2009 at 06:15 pm

[ the video feed blazes into full-color glory on a... nose. someone obviously hasn't figured out how to work the communicator yet. in her world, she has a squishy cellphone okay! ]

Ah! I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you but- This is important! And I won't take too long. My name is Ranka. Ranka Lee from the Frontier! There has to be--- There was a mistake and I don't really understand anything. I didn't-

[ and she is visibly getting upset... at least as much of her is visible. she's shaking a little and consequently so is the video... and the audio might be just a little loud because of how close she's holding the communicator to her face. ]

-I have to get back. I can finally help, like the S.M.S. and brother I can so I'm not going to just accept- I can be really loud so-


[ weak attempt at a threat done, the video suddenly and dizzyingly focuses to the ground as if the hand holding the communicator had fallen to the girl's side and very quietly, obviously not realizing that the recording is still on ]

Did I do that right? Was that what you would have done, Alto-kun?

( ooc: Ranka is at the Dolphin Observation Deck and action tags are totally welcome! sob I hope I did this right )