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06 June 2012 at 06:16 pm
[ he hasn't been to the Devil's Compass before. when he first arrived in Marina, he was too busy settling in to pay much attention to it. then it burned down, and it wasn't really an option anymore. he hadn't really thought much about it since then--until this evening, that is. he wants a drink (more than one, actually), and he's been told that this is the most convenient place for it. it's been a while since he's been to an actual bar. in fact, he can probably count on one hand the number of times he's gone drinking in public. it's much easier just to buy beer and bring it home. but that isn't an option here, so down the stairs and into the bar it is.

Soubi is never very inclined to smiling, so his bad mood probably isn't immediately obvious. but 'bad mood' is putting it lightly. he's more down on himself than he's been in weeks--and that's saying something for a man who is almost constantly self-depreciating. typically he paints when he feels like this, but he couldn't even think about painting earlier. so of course, alcohol is the logical next step. ]

[ an hour or two has passed already, and Soubi's been thinking as much as drinking--which is precisely what he hadn't wanted to do, but he has anyway. even drunk--because he is drunk by now, there's no doubt about it, that was the point--he can't stop thinking about the last argument he had, or how he doesn't deserve this or that. lips drawn and head tilted down, he nurses the dark beer he's had in hand for the last half-hour, wherein he's been doing much more thinking than drinking. he's a quiet drunk, thankfully, and doesn't seem much different than he normally is while he's just sitting there silently. but a little conversation is likely to reveal a bit of a change. he's contemplating getting up, though, leaving, going...somewhere, anywhere, but not back to the room he's been staying in. he can't go back there. he's not strong enough to actually face his problems. ]

[ ooc; backdated to day 169. feel free to meet up with him 'earlier' or 'later' or at any point in between--whatever fits best! ]
22 May 2012 at 11:52 pm
[The warnings have already been given, but it's a little too late. The gas was invisible, untraceable to the normal senses. But someone might feel it. The changes in them if they had been close enough, breathed in too much. Too bad they probably wouldn't care after that either.

It's not such a big deal now, is it? Neither is holding back on all those things they keep to themselves, or refusing to do the things they remind themselves are bad or dangerous or against the rules. Who cares about rules anymore? Why not just do what they want? Why should they hide how they feel? Why should they keep hiding who they really are? Who came up with all of these silly unspoken rules anyway?

You do not feel a loss of control. To you, it's like being more in control than you've ever been. And choosing to just go with it. You only have one life to live! Regret, remorse and reservation are all just words to you for the day. Just...try not to die or kill anyone.]

{OOC: Mingle post for the event! Your threads can occur anywhere open to the public in the prison, or not-so-public if you're including a closed thread, too. Although, it is encouraged to make your own post if you're keeping it closed to one or a few individuals. If you think you would rather make your own post instead of tagging it onto this one, please feel free!}
22 May 2012 at 08:43 pm
[It's nearing the middle of the day, and D looks anything but well. He's been fighting it for hours, now, but with the hour putting greater stress on his body with its vampire heritage, he's finding his strength to resist strained. He's moving away from public areas, seeking an isolated hideaway shrouded in darkness. His long black coat is pulled tightly around him, the broad brim of his hat pulled down to conceal his features in shadow. He'd just as soon no one witness the growing crimson glow in his eyes or the lengthening canines as his father's blood begins to overwhelm his mother's kinder instincts.]

[ooc: D will probably not be feeding on anyone, because he has enormous self-control, and if approached by a member of the Defense Force, may propose that they lock him up until he's got a better handle on his bloodlust, since he's thinking of doing that on his own anyway.]
[Video//Action] Open, with mingle option~
15 May 2012 at 05:36 pm
Good day, Marina. Rebecca and I have been working on a virtual reality simulator for some time now. Thanks to all our beta testers, the devices are now ready for use! We hope you'll enjoy them.

Each set has two helmets which can optionally connect to one another, so you may share a session with another inmate. Starting tomorrow, people will be able to sign them out for private use. There are a few simple rules we'd ask people to follow in order to sign them out, but we can explain those to interested parties rather than publicly.

We've set up the devices in one of the shelter's common rooms for the day if you'd like to test them out or learn how they work. Using them, you can create and interact with any environment you can imagine, including places you remember from home. In one of my tests I was able to visit a space vessel, including the zero-gravity aspect of the environment, for example.

If you're interested, please do stop by.

((OOC, please read!: FAQ/IC rules are right here. If you have more questions please do ask! Please note the IC rule against violent simulations!

If your character wants a tutorial of the devices, we're happy to thread it out or you can see this example that Lacus ran through with Hikaru.

Feel free to make your own threads mingle-style, indicating [closed] if it's for a specific person. You can also have [open] threads but remember your character has to ICly approve another user to connect to their VR session; others can't just suddenly appear in session without your character giving the device permission. Today, the machines can only be used in the common room and for a limited time. For longer sessions please sign up ICly for a day to get a set for private use! If your character is signing out the helmets we will assume you've read the IC rules Lacus and Rebecca have set up, which are at the top of the FAQ post.))
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[ video / open ] + filtered away from WV & PM
03 May 2012 at 11:21 pm
[ Prepare to be greeted by the carapaced face of a man who looks as if he has not slept in days. In fact, not sleeping is exactly what AR has been doing. From his glazed over expression to his hunched posture, he looks like more of a wreck than he cares to admit. ]

How does one get to sleep when they find themselves unable to?
17 April 2012 at 09:22 pm
[ He'd come to the library on a whim thanks to a conversation he'd had earlier. It reminded him of something, something he'd been considering ever since he landed in this place. Now the urge to read the entire selection itself was far too tempting. So there he was, volume in hand as he thumbed through the pages in search for that one passage.

You're in for a little poetry today, it seems, inmates. ]

The mind is in its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free: the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.

[ And the volume is closed with a decisive thud. He takes a moment to set it down before taking his glasses off and wiping them with a handkerchief. ]

I can't help but wonder if any of you have considered that little passage in reference to our plight. It came to mind, earlier. Should we accept our fate as it is and make the most of the situation or should we fight to regain our freedom? It is after all, what we make of this place.

[ And the smallest smile. ]

Call me a curious man.
[ video / action / open ] ART CLASS
14 April 2012 at 12:18 am

[ just a simple message: ]

My name is Agatsuma Soubi. I will be conducting art classes for the time being. The first is this afternoon at three o'clock in classroom five at the Education Center. For today, there is no need to bring anything with you. Necessary materials will be provided.


[ Soubi's been around the art wing of the Education Center for a few hours already before class begins. as people arrive, he passes out sketch books, pencils, and erasers. the tables in the room have three chairs each pulled up to them, and in the middle of each table is an item. the class will be drawing simple objects today--vases, shoes, small folding fans--just so that he can get a feel for their level of experience and interest.

if anyone has a question, they're free to approach him at any time, and he'll be walking around and helping out where he sees fit, as well. before class ends, he allows them to keep their sketch books, and gives a simple assignment to be completed before the next class: choose an object with an interesting or unusual shape and draw it. ]

[ ooc; video is backdated to mid-morning. class is, obviously, at 3:00 pm. feel free to tag in before, during, or after class, and mingle among yourselves! ]
[Gamewide Mingle: Thanksgiving]
07 April 2012 at 08:25 pm
[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:

In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.

Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]
[ Sewing Club Meeting | Education Center | OPEN MINGLE ]
27 March 2012 at 09:13 pm
[ One of the Sewing Rooms in the Education Center is abuzz with voices, the click of scissors snipping or needles crossing, along with the occasional whirr of sewing machines. Threads, colorful fabric are present, along with works-in-progress and projects still to be traced from patterns.

Curious? Need help in getting a dress together? Need tips on how to get that fluffy tail on that bunny plushie? Puzzled over how to do a back-stitch? Members and non-members, old inmates and new are welcome to the Sewing Club Meeting! ]

(( ooc: this is a MINGLE post so tag in and tag around! Please note that even if there haven't been ic meetings in a while, the Sewing Club has been consistent in their meetings! ))
[action | open]
17 March 2012 at 02:37 pm
[It is said in many stories that vampires have no reflection, perhaps because they have no souls. They do, however, have an awareness: thoughts, feelings, even imagination. D's vampire half does not free him from desire or longing, and Puck's prank draws from him a strange, haunting scene that, oddly enough, is almost familiar in its domesticity.

Against the surface of a darkened shop window, a woman moves through a drawing room, her long white skirt trailing after her over the polished wooden floor. Her hair reaches to her waist, and is pulled back from her fair features by an elaborate series of braids and twists. She is beautiful, but most importantly, she is quite clearly human. As she moves through the room, another occupant comes into view: an adolescent dhampir with high cheekbones and hair as dark and nearly as long as her own. This is D in his youth, and he is seated beside a small table upon which two crystal glasses are set, each filled with a red liquid that seems set ablaze by the setting sun whose light shines through the window at his back. The first glass is D's; the second is held by a pale hand with long, tapered fingers tipped in short, sharp nails. The owner of the hand is obscured by shadow, but the woman goes to him after pressing a tender, motherly kiss to her dhampir son's forehead. She is pulled into shadow as she seats herself beside the almost unseen third occupant of the room, and while the words of welcome she is offered are indistinct, the calm, resonant timber of the individual's voice can be heard: a man's voice, much like D's.

Could the man in fact be a vampire, and D's father? Could this, perhaps, be a happy childhood that D was denied?]
[action | open]
07 March 2012 at 12:33 pm
[The aftermath of the rebellion has been rough on all of the participants, but for D, there are factors beyond the battle and Acumen's assault on Sentience's defenders that make his fatigue severe. As part of his restrictions in coming to Marina, he lost some of his resilience, and he is now paying for it. A dhampir was not meant to live underwater, even within a dome like the one that protects the residents of the prison. Between that and the fact that it's daytime, moving into noon (one of the worst hours of daylight for any dhampir), D is down, and he's not getting up. He can be found in one of the shelter rooms, resting on the couch, seemingly dead to any passerby who happens to be unfamiliar with vampires or their halfblooded children. The door is open, as D hardly had the energy to relocate to the solace of a dark place before falling into a healing stupor.]

[ooc: The first arrival gets to wake D up. Any subsequent arrivals will find him awake but resting and looking like death warmed over.]
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03 March 2012 at 11:43 pm
[Lights, camera, and serious face. Granted, Link is usually sporting a serious face, but this time it has a more intense edge to it. Maybe even a little unexpected for the inspector.]

If you have information regarding the whereabouts of Allen Walker you will contact me immediately.

[Yes, Marina inhabitants, that was an order. Link has been looking and calling him directly for some time before resorting to this. Noah, you better have not had anything to do with this.]
video // afternoonish // open
02 March 2012 at 09:24 pm
Hey, y'all.

[Are you ready for another episode of Question Time? Because that's totally what's going to happen. Aidan has spent the better part of the day fighting Math, and by the looks of it Math won - he's tapping a pen against a pad of paper, somewhat frustrated. Darn math.]

A couple of days ago someone told me that th' seasons here are a lot shorter... but th' days are still the same, right? So I was wonderin'... how do you guys keep track? I mean, of birthdays an' holidays an' stuff like that. I kinda guessed it'd be harder to keep track, what with th' seasons bein' all different an' time bein' measured in days instead of dates. Heck, back home you could kinda guess where in th' year you are even if ya didn't know th' dates, just by lookin' at th' weather.

[Farmer boy. The passing of the seasons are important, okay?]

So... how do ya do it? Do ya just... count, or not do anythin' at all?
[ Action/Education Center | Open ]
21 February 2012 at 07:20 pm
[ If you walk the halls of the Education Center, particularly the one leading to one of the art rooms, one will detect first the light scent of tobacco. Should one look inside, they'll see the winged and haloed lady working on a painting -- sketches scattered on one table (with some fluttered to the floor), containers for primer and medium on another, along with brushes and palette knives haphazardly put in jars and tubes of paint.

The vent hums as the painter quietly works. Occasionally she flicks the ashes of her cigarette into a nearby ashtray -- if she remembers to do so; if not then the ashes fall to the ground.

When she's not painting, she leans by the window to look outside and maybe nibble on a cracker or drink from a water bottle. She might look like someone better left to their thoughts, but she'll greet anyone who passes by the room with a smile and a wave and might just pull them into a chat. ]
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15 February 2012 at 06:21 pm
[ Someone's had their restraint removed. As such, she feels a lot better than she did when she first arrived. Still not at peak condition since the sun is so far away and the artificial light only does so much with her, but she can manage better now that she has all her natural powers back.

To celebrate her new found semi-freedom Starfire is spending her day out and about. Primarily she's sticking to either the park or the beach, as she tends to go back and forth between the two. At the park she sits near the pond and touches the water some, watching the koi swim around. At the beach she can be found laying out and basking in the fake sunlight. At least the warmth comforts her.

She's feeling much more friendly today for anyone who would like to visit with her. ]

( ooc; sorry about my intro! got bogged down in rl and things. also, i posted to the mingle thread, but this can also be used for kiss-bot shenanigans. it was revealed that Tamaraneans learn language and knowledge through kissing, so if you would like Starfire to accidentally learn a secret about your character, let me know in an ooc note below and we can plot it out! thanks everyone! )
[ action | o p e n ]
13 February 2012 at 02:33 pm
[ Duke's favorite thing about early mornings?

They're early mornings. Which, in Duke's clock, is right before any sort of dawn happens. This means only very few people are awake - well, very few humans, which is usually because most are sane and don't enjoy being up and about before the ... he couldn't use 'world' anymore, could he? Before most life gets active and the land bright due to.. whatever this Acumen did for 'sun'.

... Okay, so now he's not quite as ... pleased, because happy is something rarely used to describe Duke, about being up because it's not home and being up.

.... Which really means he has a whole new place to explore. This is good. Mood swings, maybe. It was all one expression anyway, so who would know?

[ Which is why Duke can be found just about anywhere not considered private, or locked, looking about. Can roll for what sort of bot catches. Make him so very uncomfortable, people. ]
[Action | ALL THE OPEN ]
13 February 2012 at 07:35 pm
[Hisoka is not happy in the slightest.

He's stuck in a dress, because Break - HE KNOWS IT WAS YOU - stole all of his clothing somehow and replaced everything with female clothing. Of course there was nothing modest or plain, not even a yukata which he would have been used to from when he was still alive, so he was forced to put on something like this.

You'd think he would stay indoors to save himself from the embarrassment, but Hisoka is determined to find Break and kill him tell him off before demanding to have his clothing back. Besides, that's where invisibilty comes in handy, right?

He'll be out and about, invisible for the most part, but hey, he can't stay like that forever since it uses energy (and people with strong spiritual powers or senses will see him even when he's using this ability) so outside the library and around the shelter he'll be visible, and wandering around the rest of the dome as well.

So, naturally people and bots will be where he is to take advatage of this yes/yes?

13 February 2012 at 04:30 pm
[It's Defense Force patrolling day! And Yuuri is out and about complete with his demon sword. He's going to keep things nice and orderly and once he realizes the bots are out he will probably totally not be jumping into nearby bushes when he sees you coming. He'd go inside, but it's patrolling day, so he's supposed to be everywhere. /wibble.]

(OOC: Morgif, the demon sword, is probably going to want kisses from the ladies too. Yes, this is a thing. He does NOT need to get them, but he may pucker and moan in their direction. For this...I am truly sorry.)
[mingle] Mistletoe Bots
13 February 2012 at 04:14 pm
[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)
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