[Action | Closed]
28 December 2011 at 01:30 pm
[Hiling sits on the couch, glancing at the door every so often. Every time she hears a noise from outside, she straightens up, only to slouch back when it passes. She looks down at the wrapped box in her lap. A lot of time had been put into looking for a gift. She wanted it to be perfect.]
[ Voice / Closed ]
29 December 2011 at 01:24 am
[ In an attempt to stay away from the mistletoe hung in their Shelter suite, Ribbons escaped to one of the kitchens to flip through magazines borrowed from one of the common rooms and nurse a cup of tea.

Looking at the generic pictures, he recalls the camera brought by Miwako the night before, and thus he recalls another person fond of cameras. He therefore places his call -- ]

Hello Jeanne. Do you have a moment?
 
[Action | Open]
27 December 2011 at 09:22 pm
[Michiru is sitting in one of the lounges with a mug of coffee. She distracted both from a recent conversation and from feeling a bit claustrophobic from not being able to leave the shelter. It's more knowing that she can't that has her on edge. At least the news that they will be able to leave soon is a relief. She also misses some of the others from home now and without much of a distraction, she's dwelling on it.

She hears someone walking by and glances over at the door, curious who it was]
[Video/OPEN POST]
22 December 2011 at 11:20 pm
I've deduced this much of this place:

You all so readily accept your imprisonment, like there's nothing you can do to change your predicament. You accept your fate and attempt to carry on your pathetic lives as if that's your sole purpose in this universe.

Consider it curiosity. What were you BEFORE Acumen? What were your destinies before being kidnapped and brought here?

There are some of you who have questioned about the knowledge of others. As far as I can tell, you've only absorbed that knowledge. You've done nothing with it! If you have the knowledge and the power to change things, then why would you wish to idly sit around and waste your time and energy on mundane things that Acumen says that you can do?

[Raistlin is, as usual, dressed in his black robes. He looks irritated and his expression is peering down at anyone who would be answering the video, almost like he's looking down at them for their beliefs. Raistlin is attempting to provoke a reaction from anyone who responds, though he's still out of his element. He's still trying to understand this world, this technology, and what his role is here. If you answer, he will be brutally honest in his responses, but that's just who Raistlin always has been.]
[Video//Action | Open] BANQUET MINGLE GO!
20 December 2011 at 12:16 pm
Good morning, Marina! [Have a very smiley pink haired girl on your video feed!] For anyone I haven’t met, I’m Lacus Clyne and I’m very glad to meet you.

It seems as though we’re all going to be in the shelter today, so we should make the best of things. I was thinking that we should get together and have a big winter banquet! Anyone who wants to help cook should please feel free to come to the kitchens and assist, and if not you should still come and enjoy the food with us.

Dinner will be served at 5 in the main cafeteria, and after that maybe we could have fun playing games and watching movies together. I hope everyone has a good day, and I hope to see everyone at the feast!

[A few minutes later]

I just learned that today is also Ritsuka’s birthday! To celebrate there will be a cake and some special desserts and decorations. [as many decorations as they can find without access to the store.] Everyone please, stop by to wish him a happy birthday!

***
((OOC Notes: Mingle post, open to all! Reply to Lacus by [video] or there are several action options: [cooking] any time before 5pm ICly, [dinner] a huge buffet of almost anything you could want, or [after dinner] for card games, board games, and movies throughout the cafeteria and nearby common rooms! Your character is in no way obligated to be at all of these, but they could be if you want~

Also! A link to Ritsuka’s birthday party will be added once it goes up. There will be cake and lots of special desserts and pretty decorations in one area of the cafeteria.

If anyone wants to intentionally or unintentionally sabotage the food, please contact me OOCly before you do so. Thanks and ENJOY!))
[MAIL POST | Day 144]
10 December 2011 at 12:51 am
    LETTER RECIPIENTS
  • Sanji: a letter from Miwako Sakurada.

    PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  • Tieria Erde: a package from Sasha.
  • Buffy: a package from Sasha.
  • Raenef V: a package from Ryo Sanada.
  • Euphemia Li Britannia: flowers from Ribbons Almark.

[The Shelter being closed to them is only a slight impediment to the mail, as PM is happy to make a special announcement before her usual route for delivery and pickup.]

[Video]

Greetings. [PM's demeanor is definitely more calm and serious than what most may know from her. Unless you are new, in which case, here is your introduction to the white-shelled carapacian mail-delivering queen. Which, by the way, is a non-sequitur that doesn't seem to particularly bother her.] As both an introduction and a reintroduction, I am the Prospitian Monarch--I operate the Marina Asylum Postal Service, along with the help of my dutiful volunteers. We are all very happy to assist you.

Mail will still be delivered today and tomorrow despite the unusual circumstances. I will do my best to find and deliver mail to those of you normally in the shelter! If I have difficulty, I will contact you directly. Please stay warm and safe in the meantime.

[PM can be replied to by video, or found in her mail route at all residential areas of the dome!]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 145 go here!]
[Action | Closed]
06 December 2011 at 07:08 pm
[ As to why he had allowed to happen a second time, he doesn't know. In the midst of preparing for moving in temporarily to the Shelter the next day, Ribbons pads over to Hiling's room, tray of steeping hot tea and a pot, two cups and a bowl of fruit.

Without knocking, he steps into her room, places the tray on her night stand and sits on the edge of her bed. He reaches out to touch the lump under the sheets, approximately where her shoulder should be. While his voice is gentle, there is still that edge to it -- that there was was something that he had seen and he didn't like it. ]


Hiling? Would you like some tea?
[voice | open]
28 November 2011 at 05:26 pm
Hello. [She didn't sleep much last night. The announcement could wait, but she doesn't think it's going to get easier, so sue pushes ahead. She wants to be strong for his sake. To make him proud of the way she's handling his business in his absence and so that Suzaku and Nunnally won't have to worry about her too. She can be there for them instead.]

I regret to tell you all Lelouch vi Britannia has left Marina.

I will be taking over all his administrative duties at the school. Literature and Philosophy classes will be put on hold until a replacement can be found. If anyone is interested in teaching one or both classes or taking up teaching cooking, art or any other subjects we don't currently offer, please contact me. Thank you for your time.
[Dance Class | Athletic Center, forward-dated to 3-4pm]
22 November 2011 at 09:11 pm
[ While the previous classes since Ribbons' return had served to polish the waltz and give the students more ways as to how to embellish their routines, it was time to introduce a different kind of dance; still ballroom, but something livelier and something that can be a passe-partout with more upbeat tunes: the Swing.

The instructors are early, and whoever passes by will hear a jazzy tune -- warm for the otherwise cold weather -- and will see them reviewing their routine; something that hey did not do for the waltz. Students will be expected, and newcomers will be very welcomed. Curious eyes will be seen and might just be pulled in because the rhythm is going to get you~ ]


(( OOC: This one's long overdue, so tag in (before, after, during), dance among yourselves or have Hiling and/or Ribbons bother you X3;; ))
 
[MAIL POST | Day 141]
18 November 2011 at 03:16 pm
    LETTER RECIPIENTS
  • Orihime: a letter from Alucard.

    MASS MAILERS
  • To Yuta Takizawa, Alma Karma, Ava Wilson, Sakura Kinomoto, Wayward Vagabond, Jennifer Shibuya, and Rogue: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).

    PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  • Kohran Li: a package from Kunihiko Moji.
  • Kamui Shirou: a package from Kamui (Fuuma Monou).

[It's a strange day. The post office, in the morning, was empty, still, and quiet.]

[When at last came the staff to operate and deliver the mail, PM was entirely absent. And again, during the late afternoon route, no PM.]

[The volunteers bustle about, though, making sure that the day's mail is delivered despite her self-imposed, day-long vacation at home. Not that it is much of a vacation to her. Still, she is not entirely missing, as she converses with her volunteers on the network, in private channels and in brief exchanges.]

[Volunteers on duty will be linked in this post if they want to have open action threads!

Duo Maxwell
Miranda]

[Again, sorry for my fail in not sending these out last week, orz. Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 142 go here!]
[Video | Action] for Shelter
16 November 2011 at 11:41 am
Bastard! Bastard!

Hey, hold on! Just a little peek, please?

[Atsuro smile, not bothered by the insults, as he speaks without looking away from the Haro.]

So anyone missing a...Haro, I think? If they are, can I ask if I can look at him? If there’s no one, I guess I can take it under my wing! []

Dumb kidnapper! Dumb kidnapper! [It flies around his head.]

Hey, I’m not one!

(ooc: Finally got it up. If anyone’s curious, got permission for it~)
09 November 2011 at 07:28 pm
--- [ Action | Closed to Hiling ] ---

[ It was perhaps one of the few times that Ribbons didn't enjoy a holiday -- or even bothered to pretend doing so. Methodically, he took down the Halloween decor. He is in no hurry, really. All they have is time, after all. ]


--- [ Action | Closed to Setsuna ] ---

[ He needed air at some point; and so later in the day, a walk around the beach felt like a good idea. Might as well take advantage of the their living in Sector 4. ]


(( OOC: Action is closed to the above mentioned parties, but network calls -- voice and video alike -- are welcome and can be placed here in the case anyone needs Ribbons. :3 ))
[Video | Action]
02 November 2011 at 03:56 pm
[It didn't take her long to figure out the video function on the communicator. After the initial shock of finding herself in an unfamiliar place, Hiling can be seen exploring. She wanders the park, staring wide-eyed at trees, feeling the grass with her hands, and reaching into the koi pond only to recoil in surprise when they splash at her. Though she is aware of what these things are, she doesn't remember ever having seen them in person before.]

Wow look at all this nature! It's like I'm really on Earth.
[Action | Video] [Open] [backdated slightly to afternoonish]
21 October 2011 at 11:18 am
[good evening, Marina! As the artificial sun cruises on towards the artificial horizon and the shadows begin to lengthen, someone has finally finished setting up a small table outside of a lovely home in Sector 4. On the table, several different kinds of autumn vegetables, including beets, carrots, turnips, and and cabbage, are carefully arranged. The garden, seen behind the table, takes up what was once the large front lawn of the house. Around the base of the table sit a collection of ripe, orange pumpkins (of course).]

[WV is standing behind the table, wearing a beaming smile despite his arm still bandaged in its sling. He addresses the communicator:]

Greetings, fellow denizens of this prison! My garden was first begun and subsequently tended to in an effort to lead a more self-sufficient existence. I trust that you will all be inspired by its successful Earth cool-season yield. Please, do visit and admire the vegetables, and select some to consume in your homes.
[Action | Closed]
12 October 2011 at 03:12 pm
[After a nice long shower, for once Hiling is feeling relaxed. She dries off just enough so that she isn't dripping wet. Lounging around in her bath robe sounds like a good way to spend the rest of the day, but she doesn't want to spend it alone. She is going to have herself some quality time with her code-twin even if she has to drag him away from his work. Starting with the upstairs rooms, she goes looking for him. It's still strange for her not to be able to locate him through their connection.]
[ action | throughout the day ]
09 October 2011 at 11:43 pm
[Touma was on a mission. He was determined to figure out the reason why some people had restraints and others didn't. Talking with a few people recently got him thinking about it, so he was now walking around the prison, approaching people and asking them what their crimes were and if they had been restrained when they arrived.

He had a notebook with him, though he wasn't writing in it when he was talking to people. That was too obvious. However, if you caught him between questioning periods, you might catch him making generic notes on statistics. No names, so no worries, just numbers and rough ideas right now.

He was wandering around Sector 4, so he'd be anywhere around there all day.]
[Action | Open]
06 October 2011 at 11:11 pm
[Michiru is in a empty music studio, having brought her violin from Minako's apartment to the school for the chance to practice. She didn't want to bother any neighbors they might have if they didn't want to hear her practice.

She is happy to actually have her violin. As soon as she had gotten it from Acumen, she had taken it the school so she could check and make sure that it was alright. Violins were fragile, but a several million yen Stradivarius... she had had to make sure there was nothing wrong with it. Luckily it was in one piece and played as good as ever.

So now today is a day to practice. The slightly open door will allow those who are walking by to hear the music. She is playing just about anything that comes to mind from classical music to more contemporary. She just loses herself when she's playing, but at the same time she still knows what it is going on around her]
[ video | open ]
04 October 2011 at 10:59 pm
[The woman who shows up on your screen this time Marina, looks upset. In many ways. At times it may appear clear that she is torn about this whole situation.]

I will only say this once - my name is Soma Peries. I don't care why I've been brought here. I accepted the weight of my crimes long ago. But why should I be punished here? You are not the ones with the right to place judgment. [No, that was the people that she had hurt. Back home. But even so...]

I ask you now... who are you all, and why are you here? [Her voice is a bit cold and calculating like the ex-soldier she is, but there's a hint of the well-meant concern and curiosity there, buried underneath her harsh exterior.]

And... Allelujah Haptism... if you can hear this... [Clearly she's not pleased, or comfortable with this at all, hesitating a bit. She huffs.] ...don't make her worry. [The same as 'don't make me worry', but Soma won't admit that.]
video/action.
04 October 2011 at 04:03 pm
[ oh, marina asylum! good morning! a rather pretty pretty face is presenting itself in the communicator. it's a bit belatedly, but oh, well, right? the cheeks are round (a bit of remaining baby fat), eyes blue and pale, eyelashes extraordinarily thick and long—although, golden not black or brown—and hair honey in color, but a little unkempt. it's incredibly youthful, and girlish just as much as it is boyish and vice versa. for a brief moment, there's a really concentrated look, and then— ]

It's really personal to be able to know all of that—[ the break between speaking is very slight; the accent is british, light and airy, and a little more raspy than what's normal for him. (his throat is a bit raw, you see.) ] My entire life. If you're going to be so sodding personal about it, the least you could do is address me properly. It isn't, "Welcome, inmate," it's: "Welcome, the Earl Alois Trancy of Buckinghamshire."

[ this is clearly important. clearly. his face rises a little and he slides his eyes shut in what's supposed to look like offended dignity. acumen, you are such lowlife. ]

Oh, but perhaps we don't even need titles. Oh, no. Let's just do without them completely. [ it's funny, because there's a half-truth to this. for all his aristocratic and snobby airs, he really fucking hates nobles. legitimate nobles. people born with silver spoons in their mouths who act as though the world owes them everything, and isn't that a laugh? hypocrisy? oh, hell yes! but, he doesn't care. ] Addressing the Earl by 'Alois Trancy'—or, hell, even Alois alone should be dandy, shouldn't it? But, inmate is not acceptable.

If I'm to remain here the rest of my li—

[ there's a quiver in his tone, a choke. his teeth set, his eyes clench, and he swallows very, very hard. —alois arrived sometime during the night, and being easily prone to night terrors, he had not slept through it. he awoke and imagine his dismay, of course, when he found he was not in his own bed. the majority of the rest of the night and early morning, once arriving, was spent throwing the most massive tantrum.

he screamed, hollered, wailed, sobbed, and called out for claude—his butler—time and time again. 'Houheo taralna, rondero tarel' was chanted again and again and again, in throat ruining desperation. he wrecked his welcome basket and did his best to throw himself against a wall, because someone needs to be punished for keeping him from claude (he didn't walk away without a few bruises, either). it's been hours later, and claude still hasn't appeared. he is devastated and furious. and!, in spite of his needless complaining, he's teetering. poorly trying to keep himself together. to say he's 'calmed down,' is an overstatement. he's simply bitter.
]

... Life. The rest of my life, then you'll call me 'Alois,' at the very least. [ 'inmate' sounds like a thing and fuck that, if he's going to feel like an object again. ]

Oh—! Though, I have to tell you: this is my first time seeing the ocean! [ his voice pitches here. it's lilting, amused, like suddenly he's having a friendly chat. (yeah, what? this kid.) ] I always knew it would be beautiful, because it's so large and so fucking deep, [ oh, best brace yourself for crude language, too, ] but I hadn't imagined to what extent. A lot of things are really easy to imagine, but there's probably not enough room in our brains alone to comprehend all the things that can be found in the ocean. In a way, I suppose you could say, you've given me something I've always wanted.

It's true, it's my first time seeing it, and I always suspected when Claude would finally take me to the shore I would only get to see the surface. And, as far into it I'd go would be up to my shoulders. The surface is really lovely, too, though. How it sits so close to the sky, like they're kissing. I've seen it in paintings and I'm always so jealous of the ladies who are painted next to them. Rivers and lakes aren't as beautiful. They don't have that sort of blue. They're only green and dirty. 'Paint my portrait, too, Claude,' I've asked him, but we're always too busy and much too far from the seaside. From anywhere, really. I don't think I've been anywhere outside of Buckinghamshire in ... hum, well, quite a long time! [ he giggles a little, and the recording shows him rocking slightly. he's sitting upon some mats, doing his best to avoid exercising entirely, and kicking one of his legs with youthful enthusiasm. ] Oh, ahaha, I've almost forgotten. Of course you must have known all that. You watch very closely, don't you? I wonder, just what kind of 'artificial life form' you are, Mister Acumen? Should you be evaluating yourself for crimes, too?

—Ah. [ his eyes widen a bit, and he stills. his head cants. ] I'm really well taken care of, you know. Just what do you intend to have me do about food, and bathing, and dressing?



(bitty ooc note!: ack, i um. could be wrong about this...? feel free to correct me! but, as it's tuesday, i'm assuming alois is in sector six for exercise today. c: please, feel free to run into him or visit him or whatevs!)
04 October 2011 at 07:39 pm
[private -- voice] )

[video -- public]

[The video shows a confused looking Japanese man in his mid-twenties, blinking at the screen from behind large glasses. He beams as he realises he's managed to get the device to work, speaking cheerfully.]

Ah! I was beginning to think this wasn't working. Perhaps it would be useful to provide clear instructions to make it easier for us to work these? After all, an old man such as myself struggles to understand all this modern technology. I'm afraid I've fallen too far behind the times.

On geography, too, it would seem. I've never heard of the Eloquois Ocean before. I wonder whereabouts it's located? It seems rather an odd place for a prison. Although perhaps you are used to it here.

[ooc: Action is also available for those I've talked about it with.]