[Action | Open]
26 December 2011 at 06:38 pm
[He had thought that once he moved out of the shelter, he wouldn't be forced to go back. Being shut in a smaller space with lots of people in the same area? He would pass. Just being cooped up in the prison itself was frustrating enough. And now Fuuma was stuck in here a second day. With being trapped in the same building, it did make it easy to notice someone missing... It seemed like just about everyone from Tokyo was being lost.]

[For the moment, he's stretched out on one of the sofas in the open areas, a small cat sleeping on his chest, while he reads a book. It looks like it came from the library, but they were locked in, weren't they? Either way, Fuuma doesn't look too enthralled with what he's reading.]

((OOC: Open to anyone who wants to bug him! The cat is Sasuke's, but Fuuma is babysitting for the moment. He can also teleport, so if you ask nicely, he might be willing to get people things.))
[ video ]
10 December 2011 at 05:11 pm
[ The knife in his hand is being perfectly difficult - that's Shinji's excuse, and he's willing to stick with it, as he seemingly tries to stab the blade against the lower side of his right sneaker. Finally, he concedes there's only so much time he can bide before begging acknowledging the camera. ]

Sorry...? Sorry. It won't happen again.. I don't know how to...

[ and his hand slips, the knife ricocheting off the shoe. ]

- tch. How do you remove the soles off a shoe?

[ he picks his tool back up, stopping to stare sulkily at his sneakers thereafer. ]

I want to keep them. So he can't see they're not worn. Run with. That's - if it's only the soles, they can be stored easily. And not get lost if there's another clean up.
(1) action/video/whatever/open
07 December 2011 at 06:12 pm
[ For Mikado, the boy has spent the past hours doing a number of things.

1. Promptly freaking out, ripping the thing off of his face, and trying to find something familiar in the place he woke up in. This has failed.

2. Belatedly noticing that there was a... welcome basket? Okay... near him. This had a pamphlet in it.

3. ...Upon further notice, this pamphlet seems crazy. Or some kind of fiction. It's not as if-- This caused him to stare out the dome windows. He was really under the ocean, wasn't he? Ah.... Oh. O-okay. Sure. Why...not....

4. Looking over the brochure more carefully. Britannian? Now that… wasn’t something he knew. And this was supposed to be written in it? Cue angling the paper and squinting to see if anything changed.

5. …Oh. A communicator. That was the thing he ripped off. Hm. Let’s see….

He plays with the setting for a moment, adjusting to the controls. When he’s done, it connects, the sight of a younger, somewhat nervous boy appearing. Surprisingly, though, there’s a bit of excitement tucked at the edges of his eyes. ]

Ah, I… I’d like to thank to people who made the brochure. It was, um…. [ A lot to take in. Still debating the fact or fiction of some of it. ] Helpful.

[ He gives a quick smile, then it fades from nerves. ] Uh, so. Once we’re here. What are we supposed to do now?
01. [Video]
05 December 2011 at 08:49 pm
[Nasuti doesn't waste time upon her arrival. She knew posting to this so-called 'network' down here was the only way she was going to make any progress in getting acquainted here, especially if this was for as long as they say.

Nasuti submits her posts to the network in a formal manner. She props her device up on a desk, and sits back in a chair with her hands on her laps and her back straight, shoulders square. It's clear she's new to the area, as this habit will most likely not last long.

She knew better than to contemplate any sort of designs for breaking out of this place. Even if it were fool-proof, she lacked the man-power for such a thing.

No. If Nasuti's learned anything over the years, it was not to panic.]

So. It looks like I'm stuck down here like the rest of you. [Whoever 'the rest of you' may be...]

I don't even know where to begin, I--[Distracted, she looks up, and gazes at the tropical scenery above her.]


I guess I should give them props for at least attempting a serene surrounding.

[She looks back to the camera.]

It's an interesting experiment, isn't it? [She brings a finger to her chin and looks up in thought.] People that most would think are in essence 'good' are brought into this society, living among some ruthless and I imagine violent criminals. Will the members of this community, much like Japan, insist on monotony and see to it that the criminals act within the laws set forth? Or will the 'good' - or should I say, 'lesser evil' of its citizens fall to temptation and indulge in vice rather than virtue?

[Nasuti looks back to the screen. She seems more eager about this scenario than one would expect.] Can we tell who is the lesser of evil here? Will people congregate towards those who best match their own morality? Is there someone out there watching us as all of this transpires?

[Nasuti giggles a bit, and smiles.] I'm Nasuti Yagyu, twenty years old. I was born in France, but I've lived in Japan for the past several years. I suppose I'm guilty...of...[Nasuti thinks on this a bit, and mutters below her breath.] ...well a few things I can think of, off the top of my head, but...I wonder if they found out..? Well! Enough of that! In spite of it all, this place seems safe enough. Is it advised against for a young woman to wander the streets alone here?
[ Gamewide Mingle ]
30 November 2011 at 06:24 pm
[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]
video. (backdated to 1130am abouts.)
26 November 2011 at 10:16 am
[ the video feed sparks to life, and there's alois trancy's little face in it. he's twinkle-eyed and beaming. ]

Hullo, [ he tweets, with certain satisfaction. nothing too out of the ordinary—that is except for the sure-to-be wicked bruise forming his on right cheek, just under his eye. it's a swollen cherry-pink welt right now, but it'll flourish into unbecoming blacks, purples, and green-yellows within a few hours or so. ]

I dreamt last night. [ this is his sneaky way of saying, 'I slept long enough to have a dream last night.'

as he speaks, bits of his fringe keep billowing up by kinetic wind, before they float back down. the sound of rushing metal scraping against cement announces itself now and then.
] Usually, I would share it with Claude, but well— [ saccharine smile. ] He isn't fucking here.

But— [ ah, another momentary pause so he can twirl around backside first. ] I was thinking, sometimes it's fun to try and figure out what stupid shit your head is trying to tell—

Whoa! [ his face becomes unsteady, for less than half a second his eyes grow wide, that quick metal sound is gone, and then thud. now, the camera gets a shot of side walk and some blades of grass. there's some shuffling noises, and alois reappears, looking undeniably disheveled. ] Anyhow, why don't we talk about dreams?

Tell me yours, if you had any, and if you want to know mine—[ hint, hint. ;_; ]—then say so.

(ooc: optional action post, because he's all over having a time with his new roller skates. also, if you do come up on him, please note that he's all battered up because he ... k- keeps falling and wheeling himself right into things. u_u)
[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~)
[ Video ]
10 November 2011 at 11:52 pm
[ Open ]
Snow's right around the corner, and that got me thinking... Would anyone be left who can work with textiles and things like that? [ Neil scratches his neck and leans back. The view is of his living room, and he's seated on the couch, clad in a simple green pullover and corded slacks. ] I'm looking for some custom coats to keep the snow and water off of a buddy of mine.

[ There's a pause and then his brows shoot up when he realizes that he forgot a crucial point. He holds out his hand. ] It's not a big job, but the shape might be kind of ah, ... unique. [ Suddenly, a large orange ball hops into his open palm and spins around so his red eyes are facing the communicator on the coffee table. ] Haro here, and I, would really appreciate your help. There are a few others in the dome who would probably be interested in the idea, too. [ A knowing wink to the camera. See? He has all the haro owners covered with this plan. ]

I don't have a lot of skills, or things to offer, but I'll be very thankful for the time saved cleaning my buddies up when they come in from outside. [ All those haro units out there without jackets. Please... think of the haros. ]

[ Private : Allelujah Haptism, Soma Peries / Marie Parfacy ]
[ And he figures this call is long overdue. Not only has he not talked to Alle in quite some time, but he also has yet to meet the new arrival face to face.

Of course, that doesn't mean he can't give Alle just a little hard time about it. His tone is airy and there's a teasing edge to it. ]
Oy, Allelujah. Don't you think it's about time you introduced me to your girlfriend?
[video | action open]
08 November 2011 at 05:21 am
Ooookay, joke's up, I'll bite. Jail? Seriously?--freaking hilarious, sure, and kind of. Elaborate for a "learned your lesson yet?" prank, should this turn out to be one. But hey. I can roll with it. The basket was a nice touch!

Even I have to cry I'm stumped on this one, though. Can't we call it a release on good behavior? I'll be a good girl from now on, won't do it again, promise? No fair trial aside [he-hem], these crimes are stretching just a little, and adding insult to injury... Who goes to prison for disobeying orders?

Right. Me, apparently.


[Shoulders slumping, Steph crouches down a little, showing herself still in her Batgirl suit, as she... pokes one of the bots of the sector she's been running around in, before it turns on her face and zips away.]

... I know, right? Tough crowd.

[Sigh. Anyone who wants to run into a purple vigilante on their sector of choice this morning is free to do so, she'll be doing the Batman and creepin' around until then. Or at least, until waffles are had.]
[video] backdated to shortly after her first post...
21 October 2011 at 08:06 pm
[ This is just a video of Miwako - no cats here! No sir! She looks a little frenzied, but trying to look "natural" and joking~ ]

H-Hi again, everyone!

Ha ha ha! April Fools! Except it's autumn now... Oh no... Uhm-

Mi-Miwako didn't actually get a cat! That was a lie! It was a fake cat, so just so you know, it can't be hurt or kicked or anything so you shouldn't even bother trying. I was just joking! So all the bad guys and cat-haters can rest assured that there's not actually a cat here, so you can't get him, okay? And even if there was actually a cat, I wouldn't let you get him! But there isn't a cat, so don't worry about it!

[ Somewhere off-screen, you might hear a quiet meow, which sets Miwako's teeth on edge. She looks a little frantically at the camera as if it can tell her if that was actually recorded or not, and then hastily cuts the feed.

Miwako is the worst liar ever. ]

[ ooc | inspired by this conversation with Shinji... oy vey. ]
20 October 2011 at 11:15 pm
[ She's all dressed for the cold autumn weather, but Miwako has the warmest smile on her face. When she speaks, her tone is kind of hushed, but not quite a whisper. ]

Hello, everyone~ I haven't made a post in a while, so I thought this would be a super good reason to. Look who's here~

[ No one's there except Miwako, but she turns the camera to her bed - which looks just like an unmade bed, at first glance. But as she zooms the camera in, you can clearly see a little white face peering out from under the pink sheets and pillows. ]

He's so cute~ Miwako picked him out at the pet shop today with Oz. I haven't thought of a name for him yet, but I was thinking about calling him Dorian. What do you guys think?

Oh- [ the cat adjusted himself in the bed, coming out from under the pillows and curling up. Miwako brings the camera in for a close-up of his face. She will be doing regular cat posts now; Miwako is not-so-secretly a crazy cat lady. Turning the camera back to herself now, though, because sleeping cats are only so interesting. ]

If you guys have good suggestions for names, I'd love to hear them~ I have a whole list, but I can't decide on just one yet. Any ideas~?
[voice/open | action/closed] forward to mid-afternoon
20 October 2011 at 09:48 am
[Voice | open]
[Outside on one of the grassy fields near the Athletic Complex, Yuta is kicking at a ball he borrowed from one of the sheds and chasing it until it stops. He does this continuously before stopping a moment and adressing the communicator.]

If I could've joined my soccer team back home, I bet we'd win all the time. Oi, does anyone here know why someone would stalk you?

[Action closed to AR]
Come and play with me AR, I'll try to teach you a little!
14 October 2011 at 01:56 pm
[She hates the communicator, she really does. But after leaving food plate after food plate at the edge of her bed only to find them untouched, she's resolved to do this.

So have one Anri, trying desperately not to turn bright red with embarrassment.

Um, has anyone seen - a man? He's about this tall, [hand up to demonstrate,] has white hair, and he really likes cake. I'm a... little worried. I thought he lived under my bed but he hasn't had any of his meals, so -

[She bows hurriedly for the feed,]

If you've seen him, please let me know!

((OOC: For reference! Thread with Xerxes Break.))
The 136th Day
10 October 2011 at 06:25 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 136th day of the third generation.

Preparations for autumn are complete and the weather systems have finished transitioning. It will be clear and crisp today. As a reminder, the clothing store stock has been altered, and warmer clothing is available for those who lack it.
03 October 2011 at 10:33 pm
[There's a short but noticeable pause, and Dist clears his throat before he at last speaks.]

The idea occurred...

[A sigh.] The idea occurred for a potential machine shop. Repairs and the like, but is there an interest or need for it? Would anyone need something made or fixed?
03 October 2011 at 07:14 pm
[A voice comes on to the feed, quiet and a bit shaky.]
Um, is this really a prison?

It's...nothing like the prisons I've seen pictures of back home. Prisons are supposed to have cells, and metal bars, and everyone...wears...jumpsuits.

[She gives a little, quivery sigh.]

If you've really sent a double in my place, I really hope she does a good job.

I was kind of in the middle of saving...a whole lot of people. Maybe everyone in the world.

[She quietly adds, mostly to herself:] Even then, on my birthday?
video ;; filtered AWAY from Flynn Scifo // open action
21 September 2011 at 10:31 pm
[ video on, and you're staring up at Yuri's face as he fiddles with his comm. he notices the video is working after a beat, and then -- grins into it. ]

Hey. The name's Yuri Lowell, if we haven't met. Just thought I'd give everybody a little heads-up -- Brave Vesperia is now open for business.

[ he steps back out of view and it's clear that he's claimed a little bit of Sector Three for himself, a small storefront with big picture windows. "Brave Vesperia" is hung up over the door, a bot-made sign. he's had some help with setting up. ]

((ooc: Wondering what Brave Vesperia is and why you should care? Ask away! Yuri will gladly use more words once he sees they're necessary. X3 Reply by video or feel free to notice him setting up if you're in the area. Or Flynn.))
[Video | Open]
20 September 2011 at 11:13 pm
[For those that know Hokuto the scene will be an unfamiliar one. There are clothes on the bed and floor, precious outfits that are now wrinkled, disarranged and no longer coordinated. Worse yet it seems that the drawers match as well with several articles of clothing hanging out of each and nothing hidden.

Hokuto seems to twitch for a few moments not saying anything as the anger seems to build. Almost distorting the area around her when she finally burts, hopefully you weren't still trying to sleep. If so maybe her twin will apologize because she won't be doing it.]

It's one thing to take what doesn't belong to you but to touch a girl's clothes and leave them like this. . . IT'S UNFORGIVABLE!

I realize that theft is a crime and that we're in a prison, but this this is a million times worse than just taking something. And whoever did it deserves to die a million times over!

[The feeds end with her picking up an artcle of clothing and throwing it angryly.]
[Action | open] We interrupt your regularly scheduled prom posts...
14 September 2011 at 10:08 pm
[While most are getting ready for the prom, Ed has decided to be more mischievous and complete the misson that had been set out for her in previous days. The mission? To infiltrate the processing plant and escape with as much scrap metal as possible for the construction of the Ein-bot. So for anyone out and about in Sector one feel free to notice a child running around in bicycle shorts, no shoes that seems to be running from bush to bush and then stalking around the outside of the mysterious black building.]

Almost there~
[video | open]
07 September 2011 at 01:11 am
[To his credit; he did not panic as much as would be expected by people that knew him.

However, this is not mean he didn't panic at all. Rather, instead of a pitiful fit of whining; unfortunate listeners were treated to a scream of rage as he pulled at the chain on the sturdy iron ball that was shackled to his foot.

The only reason the video had even been turned on was he thought some kind of error had occurred; he'd been in mid conversation only to find himself with the feed turned off, and out of reflex had tried reconnecting before he'd even noticed the addition to his wardrobe, as well as his giftbasket mysteriously returned to where it had been, and unopened.

Grunting and panting in near-manic frustration, as the ball inconvenienced him greatly, and was even more so ugly, he jabbed the video and audio buttons to end the feed.