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25 June 2012 at 10:29 pm
[It’s been a fine day to be out and about the dome. There’s always something to catch your eye and interest you, that’s for sure. And in his days of prowling around, late night or not, Tyki’s taken himself to parts of the dome he’d never really cared to investigate before. He thought he’d heard something in particular about this—this memorial garden—but it’s not until he’s standing in front of it that it sort of rings a clearer bell.

So that’s why you get to see it, the camera switching on to look it over before shifting to the partially undone collar of one Tyki Mikk. He’s sitting in the grass next to the garden, initially a little bored seeming but he’s quick to quirk for the rolling feed. It’s a rarity he bothers with it.]
Pretty little set up, isn’t it.

The two others, too. But this one… this one seemed so familiar.

… And then I remembered. [Grinning, as if something was indeed much more amusing to him than it would ever be to explain. He waggles his cigarette in the air between two fingers.] Truly tragic, of course. Whole ship gone. [He snaps his fingers.] Just like that.

Anita, huh. So that was her name. [Dismissive, he really doesn’t care.

Clearly an evident fact by the way he purposely both stubs his cigarette out on her plaque and ensures the camera catches the gesture.]
Heard she was a brothel owner too.
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24 June 2012 at 06:14 pm
[Caroline's sitting with a pile of clothes in front of her. She's got her priorities straight, okay? You need to have good clothes to make a good impression. And Caroline need clothes like she needs air. She smiles at the camera and looks cheerful despite the circumstances.

But a bored Caroline can be a dangerous Caroline. She needs things to do or she needs gossip.]
So... what's fun to do around here? I mean are there parties or dances or... bars? Tell me things.
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18 June 2012 at 10:08 pm
It is harder to wake than it is to dream because reality seems so unreal )

[Audio]

I...I'm sorry. [Her voice is quiet--tired, worn out.] I didn't mean to um...[lose consciousness]...fall asleep. If you need me--[her voice shakes a little there, but she tries to keep it steady]--just um...let me know and I'll be there as soon as I can.

{OOC: She doesn't know Diva is dead, but those on duty for the DF last night should know about the incident.}
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17 June 2012 at 10:44 pm
[There's a lot on Kitty's mind as she slips through the dome on her way to Reid's place. Allen's gone. That's not okay for a lot of reasons. His life back there never sounded any better than hers. Worse even. Almost like he had a theme of tragedy. Maybe why she took this route that isn't anything resembling direct to head past his place first. He was her first close friend in Marina. He helped her up when she didn't realize how down she was. She never really got a chance to fix the things she broke with him. Or maybe she had the chances and just didn't take them.

Maybe he'll be back. There were always more new arrival days. Maybe he'd remember.

Maybe he wouldn't have to remember some of it.]
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12 June 2012 at 03:09 pm
[ yes, it's still technically morning, but a certain rogue has herself happily established at the Devil's Compass, boots strategically propped up on the edge of her table, a pint of ale within easy reach, and a deck of cards idly shuffling between her hands. ]

Be careful where you step today, everyone. Or sit. [ grinning ]

If anyone's interested in a card game or two, I can vouch for the fact the new bar is nearly as much of a dive as the old one.
Location: Day 171 / Devil's Compass / Mid-Morning
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07 June 2012 at 01:08 pm
Hello? Helloooo~?

[The video feed flickers to life and begins with a shot of two dainty little feet. The camera moves slowly higher up, deliberately so, past pale and long legs, the supple curve of her hips, until finally Catherine stops, zooming out to show her cleavage and plush baby pink lips to the screen.

She pouts as the camera shakes just a little bit, blurring the image. To any man in the dome, or even woman really, taken or not, everything about her should seem very irresistible whether she's your type or not.]


Vincent? It's Catherine~ Come on, this isn't the time to be playing hide-and-seek with me. Besides--

[Suddenly her tongue snakes out and her voice lowers, the seductive tone increasing.]

I thought you'd already had enough fooling around last night.
[video/action] Beach Party!
23 May 2012 at 06:39 pm
[Michiru has been busy today. She had woken up with sudden urge to throw a party so she had spent most of the morning setting up her idea and finally she is ready to let people know about it.

As the video feed turns on, people will notice that a portion of the beach has been set up for a beach party including drinks, snacks, and appropriate beach games. And of course the teal-haired Senshi throwing the party]


Good afternoon, Marina. It seemed like today is as good a day as any to have a beach party. I have everything that I thought of for games and snacks, but if you can think of, feel free to bring it as well.

[And now for the fun part...]

And just to make it a little more fun, let's make it a clothing optional beach party. But please wait until you get to the beach for those who do not wish to join us.

See you here soon.

[And video feed out]

[ooc: Why yes, she did say clothing optional. Michiru's all set up at the beach and will stay for as long as there are people there or until the gas wears off which ever comes first. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves and above all, have fun!

If you want to respond to Michiru's video post or interact with her, there is a thread here. Otherwise, notifs are off]
[AAAAAND...MINGLE!]
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!}
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18 May 2012 at 11:37 pm
[You think with freedom, relative freedom, back in hand he would be doing something better with his time. But with no niece to look after and her yowling cat left in the wake of her disappearance, one house in shambles and one bar nearly reconstructed... but tiresome to look at, he's taken another choice for this evening. Arguably an ill planned one, he's got time to burn.

Her jacket in one hand, over his shoulder, he's thankfully above knocking and still able to bypass the door by slinking through. Albeit with a taxing twinge when all is solid again on the other side. Rather than dwell on it he just carries on in, and unlike his last drunken unwelcome "visit", he doesn't bump into anything. Surprise, surprise.]


[NSFW sexy warning in the comments!]
[voice]
10 May 2012 at 08:49 pm
[Click, click, click, click, click goes the lighter.]

Seems I won't need to be telling any more stories. [He actually scoffs.

And then after a beat he just chuckles.]
Oh well.


[Private to Alma;]

Hey kid, got a great job for you. Find the fat white cat Wisely was supposed to be taking care of for me. It should be in sector four. [Since Wisely's not all up in his thoughts rn, he's assuming it was a 2-for-1 loss. If it's not, having someone check up on that idiot's still a good thing. That cat better be alive.] Probably stuck in a damn tree.


[Private to Kitty;]

Hm, how's that rhyme go again... Roses are red, violets are blue...
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08 May 2012 at 02:34 pm
[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.

it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??

and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]


...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.

[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]

There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?

So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.
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05 May 2012 at 02:47 pm
[The convergence of the week's events had her already contemplating this, but it was Neil's injuries the other day that had Lacus refusing to quit until it was done. The church would reopen tonight.]

Cut for length, feel free to skip down to the video )

[Video: Open]
[At first, all the video shows are the stars, shining in the night sky. The camera turns to show the inside of the church from the entry -- it looks entirely different than before. Where there was once plain wood and candlelight there is now light and color everywhere. Not only the stained glass in the windows, but the walls painted in vivid, abstract murals, the altar and pews stained a rich cherry.]

[And on the wall where had once hung a crucifix, and a man from it, a vibrantly colored portrait, of sorts.]


It's finished. [Lacus finally appears on the feed, but not as you might expect. Her expression is stern and her eyes flat and grey, as though the light can't reach them.] We mustn't allow acts of terror to weaken us. That is the truest war any of us will fight.

[She blinks, once, her seriousness giving way.] I hope... [Her eyelids flutter and her eyes return to normal, reflecting the light once more. But they close again, her balance faltering.]

[The feed cuts off as she hits the floor. If anyone tries to call for her, she doesn't respond.]


((OOC: Action is totally open to any and all! Network replies will be answered after an IC time delay. No need to read what's behind the cut to respond, and I'm sorry for the tl;dr... /)_(\ ))
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27 April 2012 at 10:10 am
[She's been avoiding the Defense Force headquarters and avoiding the bars which works out since she can't actually go into them. And with the temperature drop and the snow out, she's avoiding the outside too. Instead she's sitting on her bed picking apart the insides of a computer, and making adjustments to it.]

You know, your private posts are a lot easier to hack into than they should be, but you really don't say anything all that entertaining in them either.


OOC )
[voice]
24 April 2012 at 08:38 pm
[the voice that comes through the communicator is light, childish, and bored. it's hard to adjust back to Marina's every day life of monotony after what had occurred a few days ago. But to Road's credit, she's trying to. After all, she doesn't really have any other choice.]

Has anyone got any stories to tell? [the quietest of sighs here] I don't care if they're the truth or lies, fairy tales or histories. I just want to hear one. [or perhaps two, if you're willing to indulge her]
[Voice]
21 April 2012 at 10:58 pm
It's quite depressing here now that someone burned down the bar. The only really good thing in the place and someone had to throw a fit and burn it down.

Also, is it just me or are a lot of people suddenly rather depressed here? So boring. People just need to get over it.
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19 April 2012 at 01:28 am
[He's not out of jail yet, but he did manage to talk Sentience into letting him out for a couple hours to work on his bar during the day. Since someone burned it the fuck down and it lay in ruins. He'll still be herded in at lunch and for the evenings, but for most of the day he'll be found at the former site of the bar The Devil's Compass. You know you want to talk to the caught psychopath torturer as he clears, cleans, tries to figure out how he's putting things back together.

Oh, his poor bar...]
[ The 162nd Day ]
09 April 2012 at 04:35 pm
Good morning, everyone! Today is the 162nd day of the third generation, and it is still chilly, but will remain clear. I have a very important question for you all to think about today...

[Sentience pauses. The robot appears to be in the butterfly pavilion this morning, but you won't find it there, and in fact the pavilion is strangely calm; all the butterflies are perfectly still, as if sleeping.]

I know that Acumen has asked this once before, but I ask you again, sincerely. ...I want you to think about the importance of freedom, compared to the importance of safety. Would you rather that I give you the freedom to do what you wished, or would you rather that I protected you from each other, even if that means that I may have to deny you things you want, or interfere in your lives in ways you may not want?

[...after a beat] Think about it, and let me know your thoughts in the next few days.

Either way, today I have removed the debris from the former site of the Devil's Compass. As per request, I will be beginning efforts to rebuild it. Any inmate who is interested in helping in the reconstruction is welcome to do so!

And finally, Sasha, your requests have been installed in the handicraft room at the education center; and Snowman and PM, your requests are available at the shelter. You can ask any robot there, and they will retrieve it for you.
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06 April 2012 at 05:46 pm
[ a video feed pops on, and then pans across the public baths. and there's a voice over: ]

Clean water... ample soap... immaculate linens... it doesn't even smell like anyone's ever been here. I'll forgive the warden for it not being deep enough to dive.

Do I really have to go home?

[ the video picks up bare feet and bare legs as Hawke hops down into the bath, and then the feed focuses on her already-getting-red face. she looks positively blissful. and yet, smirky as always. ]

I know there's a party tonight, and we all should look our very best. Would anyone care to join me? I'll wash your back, if you wash mine?
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04 April 2012 at 07:50 pm
[There is an uneasy chuckle, tinged with the slightest hint of pain.] I finally put this thing on and everything's boring again. So much for entertainment.

Wisely. Bring me some smokes, will you? Oy, and a clean shirt.


[Private to Miranda]

Miranda, love. [He's not even sure if she'll reply, but it's worth a shot.]

Would you be a doll and do something for me?


[Private to Kitty]

Let me guess, the silent treatment? Is that happening now. [He doesn't know she knows about the whole 'intentionally overheard' thing, so. Again, worth a shot.]
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27 March 2012 at 12:54 am
[There's a bedraggled loser hanging outside in one of the sectors today. He looks somewhat disoriented, as if someone brained him in the head with a two by four. It also doesn't help that there's a fat cat clawing its way up his leg.]

Ow, stop that you stupid cat - [He reaches down to try and yank it off by its tail. It responds by biting. oh god someone save him!]

[filtered to Noah]

Road, I found your cat. Where are you?