[Video] - Open~
09 August 2011 at 03:51 am
[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.]

[Action | Closed | Athletic Complex - Dojo]
19 July 2011 at 11:39 am
[ Sasha had woken up early -- hair braided back, dressed in a simple white shirt, pants and flat shoes. There was still plenty of time before the Swordsmanship Class in the afternoon. However, she feels that she needs more time to sort out her emotions, her thoughts, so as better to concentrate on the class' tasks.

In a kneeling position, she takes slow, measured breaths to summon the tiring, if not calming effect of her Cosmo, and shutting out the world even if just for a moment... ]

(( OOC: Closed post to Rider, Saber, Jeanne and Zelgadis. WARNING UP FOR VIOLENCE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT in the first thread. ))
[action / open! / backdated to afternoon]
16 July 2011 at 05:18 pm
[Charles is in the education center in the midafternoon, determined to conquer its computers. He just needs someone to come along who knows about them so that he can lift that lovely knowledge right out of their brain. So he's waiting, sitting at one computer, shifting the mouse slowly and marveling at the way it follows his movements.]

((OOC: if you plan to tag, please fill this out? as described above, Charles really has no plans other than the subject of that permission post. tags may be slowed if I don't know your canon. /cough))
[Action|Open] backdated to early evening
09 July 2011 at 08:14 pm
[She had chosen the shelter kitchen because it was safer. The robots are there to take of any...mishaps she has and there are more ingredients to use.

And four hours and several attempts later--on the fifth day of attempts, but she would rather not think of the failures of the days before--she had done it!

Miranda wipes her flour-covered hand across her brow, tired and hot from the heat of the oven. Before her on the counter is a slightly lopsided chocolate cake covered in pink frosting with little white flower-shaped sprinkles.

Now she just...needs to clean up the mess all over the counters.]

[Voice|Private to March]

Umm...[a hesitant pause] March? I-I'm very sorry it's been so long! I lost track of time. [embarrassed laugh] But, well, I... I made your cake! I-If you still want it?
Location: Shelter - Kitchen / Evening
07 July 2011 at 06:43 pm
[ Did she, did she dream all of that? The angel attack, the coma, the momentary lapse of insanity - ]

[ her head is aching, which only serves to exacerbate her already spoiled mood further. ]

Oh come on, you could have at least let me kill all of them! Stupid robot. I only had three left - I could have beat them all in the next minute. But no, all I get is a splitting headache. Thanks a lot.

[ closes her eyes and massages her temples, and -- actually manages a smile ] ...I forgot how good it feels to kill angels.
05 July 2011 at 11:12 am
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.]
[Action, Video | Open]
03 July 2011 at 12:15 am
[At nightfall GIR wanders the park and the beach, spying on people and secretly DESPISING THEM from afar. Honestly, all this? When they're trapped? Are they honestly falling for Acumen's little games? Eyes twitching, GIR emerges from the bushes and starts to walk along the beach, looking otherwise unapproachable. Feel free to approach him anyway; it's a nice night to engage with people, right?

...Of course that might be hard to do while he tries to shoot his lasers at the fireflies zipping by. Of course he doesn't have lasers installed at the moment, but GIR is still trying hard, squinting at the balls of light and aiming bright red light at them in RAGE.

After a while, he flickers on the video function,]


Is this the best you can do? Festivitiessssss. IT IS AGGRAVATING. YOU AND YOUR FOOD.

[He now points to one of the fireflies.]

What is this. ANSWER ME.
[ Event: Summer Solstice Festival ]
29 June 2011 at 12:23 pm
[ Around noon, the robots that had been swarming the beach scatter, leaving a transformed landscape in their wakes. There are volleyball nets set up in the sand, along with colorful umbrellas and blankets beneath them. Part of the water has been sectioned off for water polo, while inflatable rafts in fanciful shapes are ready for use in the open area.

Ringing the beach are food stands serving street and festival foods: chin chin, takoyaki and taiyaki, aloo tikki, sabikh, empanada, hot dogs, ice cream and shaved ice, and suchlike. There is one stand where a robot serves an alcoholic punch not completely unlike sangria. Several of the other stands also serve non-alcoholic drinks. Clean up robots zoom from place to place, picking up garbage. ]
22 June 2011 at 10:58 pm
[Rider has her chains off. And she is very, very happy about that. Now she doesn't have to constantly look over her shoulder and spend her time in paranoia of the bots rounding her up.]

[Are you near the training hall or the athletic complex? She'll just alternating between 1) figuring out which of her powers have been nerfed, and 2) trying to figure a good way to keep that lovely chain thing of hers summoned without draining her prana to 0%.]

((OOC: Thread with Yui will be before she goes to the training grounds, and that's closed. Otherwise it's open~))

((OOC #2: She's also wearing her blindfold/that stripper-tastic fighting outfit, so there's no confusion.))
♉ [Audio] - Misinterpreting important words
14 June 2011 at 01:01 pm
Could be OOC offensive, see text below. )

[OOC: Hey all, this is not meant to be offensive, just putting up a disclaimer~ Tavros is just horribly misinterpreting this word, so feel free to stress the seriousness of this, or to mess with him, either works.]
[video/voice; open!]
14 June 2011 at 12:47 am
[Alexis looks a little nervous when the feed clicks on, but she gives a smile and a little wave to the screen.]

Um-- hi, everyone! I was just wondering if-- there was anyone else who... maybe wanted a roommate? Or wanted to be roomates! I've, uh, I got a house that I like, but it's really lon-- empty! And I thought it'd be nice if there was anyone else who was maybe looking for a place to stay, or wanted some company... [she trails off for a second, looking a little uncertain, and then--]

I'm really clean, and I cook a lot, and I read a lot, so I wouldn't bother you all the time! [those are all really good roommate qualities, right?] And I don't have any animals of my own, but I don't mind them!

So... let me know, okay? Thanks!
012: No more gigs ;; [video]
09 June 2011 at 12:21 pm
[cheery face pops up on the feed~! It can be seen that she's moving, as the background slowly moves~]

Ne, ne, everyone! Heeey!

I just met a new person, and she has this REALLY heavy ball and chain with her! It's so heavy, that when she drags it with her, it makes this really loud screeeeeching sound!

So, um! Can someone help take it off of her? [derp. Yui still doesn't know her name yet.]
Location: On the way to Kiosk, Sector 2 towards 1. Early afternoon.
[video - open]
06 June 2011 at 09:30 pm
[Some fumbling. Some quiet cursing, and the feed clicks on fully.]

[Have a shot of Rider's right shoulder and hands.]

I do not think I am using this device correctly.

I will learn in time, I suppose.

[She pauses to gather her thoughts, and shuffles the camera view around a little bit more. Have a shot of her forehead and hair this time.]

But I have two questions for all that can hear this: one, how may I speak with the person who imprisoned me here? And two...has anyone by the last name of Matou been seen in this facility?

((OOC: this is so I don't end up forgetting. I'll get to replies sloooooowly as finals are...ending sooner than I thought. /derps into infinity/))
The 118th Day
06 June 2011 at 07:31 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 118th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. Today will be warm and clear.

At this point, all inmates should have recovered from the effects of Lady Anissina's potion. If anyone has not, the system recommends they visit the hospital for an evaluation.

As some of you may have noticed, there are two new locations in the facility. An ice cream parlor has been built beside the ramen stand in Sector 5, per the request of inmates Orihime Inoue and Akito Wanijima. Per the request of inmate Venom, a small arena has been built in Sector 6 for the purposes of supervised combat. Within the arena, all special abilities will be negated. Appropriate signage has been placed at the entrance. Please exercise common sense when within the arena.

Inmates Eridan Ampora, Rossamund Bookchild, and Ribbons Almark, the items you requested is available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Ibram Gaunt, the books you requested have been placed in the library. Inmate Allen Walker, the item you requested may be retrieved from the Defense Force.