[Voice | Open; Filtered from Schuldig]
25 November 2011 at 05:29 pm
[His selfishness told him to keep it to himself - it was more important to keep his secrets than to protect others - but eventually his good nature won out. This has to be done.]

Hello, I'd like to speak to someone from the Defense Force. Particularly if there's anyone who keeps any sort of record of the more dangerous people here. Thanks.

[He keeps his voice level and businesslike, and uses voice rather than video, in the hopes of keeping away acquaintances who might assume the worst. Did it work?]

((ooc: sorry for the double post today, but he insisted on getting this done right away. won't happen again!))
13 November 2011 at 05:26 pm
[HI MARINA. HIIIIIII. Yeah so, Regis has had some time to cool down after reacting rather strongly to Seira's ball and chain (YOU STILL HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR, ACUMEN). And during that time, he put something together for you heathens everybody.]

It has come to my attention that this prison is rather lacking in terms of elegance. I have attempted to look beyond this glaring defect, but my efforts were in vain. Because of that, I compiled a graph of sorts, using as a model one of the most elegant people I am honored enough to claim friendship with: Cadis Etrama di Raizel.

I hope it provides an informative introduction.


If anyone has questions or requires further clarification, I will of course be happy to answer.

[ooc; ........I don't even know. BUT I'M NOT SORRY.]
07 November 2011 at 08:21 pm
[ Seira barely opens her eyes to unfamiliar territory before a message begins to echo in her ear. Certain words stand out to her -- criminal, warden, facility...? Dome? She sits up and looks around at her surroundings -- distinctly not the same surroundings she fell asleep with, she is certain. And there's a ball and chain on her foot? She lifts her foot to examine it, as if that will help -- but of course it doesn't, so she rests her foot again... What is going on? The message ends, and she feels at the communicator on her ear. She isn't exactly sure what to do, and she doesn't see anyone around... ]


[ She pauses a moment before trying to focus her mind -- perhaps Regis is nearby? Or the children? Rai, or Frankenstein? Her head is swimming too much for her to currently focus well enough. She sighs. Again her hand finds the communicator on her ear, and she takes it off to look at it. Examining it, unfortunately, doesn't help her understand what it is or what is going on... Perhaps, if she puts it back on, she could try... talking to 'Acumen'? Hmm... She puts it on and looks about again to be sure that no one is around whom she could just ask directly... She feels a bit silly talking to something or someone she isn't even sure is there anymore, but... well, what else can she do? ]

'Acumen'... Where am I?
[video/action | open]
07 November 2011 at 08:15 pm
Look, all I’m saying is-- [The big man cuts off abruptly, placing a hand to his head and looking dazed.] Where the hell am I? [And by that, he means, why isn’t he in a hospital gurney with his life in the questionable hands of Rai and Blondie?]

[He touches his own chest for a moment, and to his surprise, his wound seems to be healed. Roxas really did a number on him—he’ll have to thank the kid again.]

Look, where is everyone? This ain’t funny. [He doesn’t remember that time has passed at all. More memory nuking, hooray!]
[ video ] - backdated to early afternoon
03 November 2011 at 09:44 pm
[For those of you in the Noblesse household, you may be rudely jolted from your daily activities by a very loud, high-pitched shriek coming from the second floor.

For those paying attention to the network, you will be greeted by a very panicked and very female face, speaking in a voice several pitches higher than normal.]

D-did anyone suddenly turn into a girl?! These....these aren't real, are they?

[And if anyone is at all confused as to what 'these' might be referring to, his look downwards should clear that right up.]

((ooc: action is open to housemates, if they'd like! also, val is too lazy to make icons, so shinwoo looks something like this.)
[ voice / action ] - backdated a tiny bit to earlier morning
19 October 2011 at 09:43 am
[he's dimly aware that his bed doesn't feel as comfortable as it usually does this morning, but that in and of itself doesn't feel strange. Suzaku's bed isn't as comfortable as his. and there's someone in bed with him, but that doesn't feel strange, either -- even though he's sleeping in the nude. he wakes up with people in bed with him all the time, one way or the other.

coffee. what he needs is coffee. he's sitting up to slip out of bed when he notices the other figure in it.

and shrieks]

[voice, NOT private]
Nunnally?! Are you okay? Where are you? [sdlkfjsl must make sure Nunnally isn't in bed with some man]

Everyone report!

[p, panic]

((ooc: Voice is open to everyone; action is open for anyone in the shelter who would come running in alarm at the girlish shrieking, especially Zeldas and Ritas. Lelouch will probably by that point be wrapped up in the sheet and in the hallway, being very unsteady. If you want to action tag with Sheik instead, just put it in your subject line.))
18 October 2011 at 03:23 pm
[ Good morning Marina~!

Were you sleeping alone last night? Well now you have company!

Were you sleeping with someone? Well, you're still sleeping with someone, but maybe you'd like to give it a look-see, before you get too comfortable.

Are you sure this is your room? You might want to check though -- who knows if you're using the same design of lampshade or if your bed really is set up against the wall...

Whether you are in your own room or not, one thing's for certain, you're in for a surprise this morning! ]

(( OOC: Many pardons for the late, but here be your Morning After Prank all-purpose post! Do your threads here if you are so inclined, or make your network freak-out posts~ Have fun!

ETA: I have used the reveal table as a handy Thread Index. I'll update this as the event rolls along [last updated: 22 October, 12:40 p.m. EST] ))

[Action | Open]
15 October 2011 at 08:59 pm
[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.

You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.

M-24 was gone. Again.


--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]

...You damn idiot.

[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]
12 October 2011 at 11:22 am
[It's early in the morning yet, and a certain Hero has wandered on a whim into the pet cafe. His head is canted downward currently, fingers currently wandering through the thick, fluffy fur of a puppy who is currently taking up his lap.]

I think... I think I want to take her home. How do I adopt her? Do I have to do something special?

[Because, quite simply, the boy has fallen in love. He's always liked animals, and he already feels a little better about--well, everything. Animals were a lot less confusing than people. They also didn't make his heart race in that strange, overwhelming sort of way.]
[accidental video/open]
08 October 2011 at 08:35 pm
[Hello, Marina. Bad Haro is staring at you.]

Dumbass! Dumbass!

[Guy makes a move to swat the thing away, very gently. His voice is tinny and faraway from the communicator.] Hey, don’t be like that -

Guy angry! Guy angry! Abuse! Abuse!

[A hand reaches over and wrenches the communicator away, and it’s Guy, making an appropriately put upon expression. But he regards the dark haro, formerly Nena’s, instead of the device and whoever might be watching the feed.]

You know -

[Again, it interrupts:] Stuck your hand in me! Hand in me!

[The feed cuts abruptly.]
03 October 2011 at 10:30 pm
Wow, this place is awesome! A rink, an arcade, a movie theater - ! And check this out - I'm even doing laundry! [anyone who has ever done laundry before will pale at the amount of detergent Gino is throwing in] Anya should totally be here to see this.

I wonder if this makes me a real commoner now. [god, that would be so awesome.] I can't wait to check the entire place out later. The arcade first, then the theater! [and then maybe an exit, but he doesn't think he'll be that lucky.]

[pause] You know what else we should have here? A casino! One with all those light up slot machines. Now that would be really cool.
[video/action | open
19 September 2011 at 09:50 pm
[He's not used to sleeping so much, but what else is he supposed to do in a hospital? Unfortunately, the big man has quickly gotten restless and irritable from so much inactivity. From the sounds of it, there was even some big event of some sort last night, and he hadn't even gotten to lurk around the edges to check it out.]

Oy. Someone come help me break out of this place, and I'll make it worth your while. [He's being totally serious, too. He thinks he's going to lose his mind if he has to stay in this bed another day. His chest has to be almost healed by now, right?]

Look, I just need someone to get me past these goddamn robots, and that's it. [Walking still hurts, but if he takes it slow and steady, it'll be fine. Trust him, he has a plan. Sort of.]
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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Voice | Backdated to noon
11 September 2011 at 09:45 pm
[ Wolfram has been following the network all day long. He already knows what a prom is and what is supposed to happen at the event, but there is a topic that has yet to be discussed: ] For those who are planning to attend the prom with someone... How are you going to ask them out?

What is the best way to ask someone to go with you to the prom? [ Simply asking "Go with me!" seems a bit... lackluster. No. Blonde demon here wants your most romantic and creative suggestions, Marina denizens! ]
11 September 2011 at 03:38 pm
[It's late at night, which is exactly what Sentience wanted before making a post like this.]

The Engineers do not take anything seriously. That's simply the way they are; they have a tendency -- not a personal tendency, but a racial tendency, wired into their brain functioning -- to laugh at painful or difficult topics, to treat them lightly.

But even taking cultural differences into account, it is... cruel, isn't it? To take out their boredom on the people here. This is supposed to be a place where criminals can live out their sentences in peace. Everyone here is a person, not... a toy.

[Sentience still seems troubled about the fourth wall.]
[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 | action ] backdated to early afternoon
08 September 2011 at 10:51 am
[see vanessa.

see vanessa whip up a black book for the whole prison to see, scowling.]

"There were three things I was absolutely sure about. Firstly, Eduardo was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him that wanted my blood really badly. And last of all, I was madly, deeply in love with him."

[someone made the mistake of reading the book summary on the back]

What is this trash? Are there people who actually read this? [ugh, it's demeaning even to touch this damn thing] I sincerely hope the rest of this library isn't filled with filth like this.

[because if it is she is storming the hell out of there and going back to her room. B(]
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.