09 December 2011 at 08:19 pm
Hey. [Always weird starting these.] So, the Devil's Compass has a pool table now if anyone is interested. There's a dart board too, [Thinking] and we still have drinks. It's the only place outside of the club you can get alcohol.

Sasha is here tonight too, so we've got pizzas, quiche, and pie. ["Pie" might have come out slightly sighed.] So, stop in. [Should he say bye? Awkward pause. Click.]

(OOC: It's a mingle! If you want to reply directly to the video you can. Please use Sam's comment, because I'm turning off comments!)
Fight Club! [Video]
02 December 2011 at 04:42 pm
Good evening, citizens of Marina! We do hope you're enjoying the cold just as much as we are! Since we know you likely don't have anything better to do, why don't you come on down to the Fight Club? Why, we have hot cocoa and other delightful, tasty treats for you while we get this show on the road! The fights will be starting within the hour, so come on down and get the good seats while they're available! [They laugh before they cut the feed.]

((OOC: Fight Club, round 2! Please wait until Kathrine (Ava-mun) posts up the fight threads + the mingling thread before posting!))
[ 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!]
21 November 2011 at 09:35 pm
[Anyone who walks into the shelter kitchen today will be smacked in the nose by the smell of popcorn. Gino has taken over the place with the stuff and there are at least fifteen bowls at his feet, already filled to the top - and there's more popping in the microwave! Gino looks not in the least bothered by the strong smell, but feel free to ask him what he is even up to.]

Man, Halloween was something else wasn't it? Makes me wonder how everyone celebrates Christmas here. It can't be as crazy as the events Milly used to throw back in Ashford. Probably. Maybe.

Right, anyway. I've got a serious question for you Marina. So think hard about it okay? [we pause for dramatic emphasis]

Red or green?

[context what context!]
[Action | Closed]
14 November 2011 at 08:13 pm
[Bright and early, PM is at the post office, as always.]

[Having carefully hung up her winter clothes, trading then for her postmaster hat and a light sweater, PM set about watering the potted plants around the post office, waiting eagerly to help inmates mail their goods and to await the arrival of the day's volunteer. She left Castell at home, as it was much too cold for lobsters to be out in the snowy weather, but she doesn't seem lonely for it--she is humming tunelessly as she waters the plants.]

[She looks up as the door opens to welcome whomever it was coming by to visit...]

((OOC: Canon update (and angst) eventually within! Post is closed to all except Venom, WV, and AR. ))
[video | audio]
07 November 2011 at 07:28 pm
Hello? [The view of her face tips and rocks as she tries to adjust it, peering up under her bangs into the screen before she sits back - her hands settling tight in her lap, her posture almost painfully upright. Her lips press together.]

Is...is anyone out there? Does anyone know - really know - where we are? Because, ah, the computer told me a lot of things but given that it seems to have kidnapped me, it seems like a biased source.

Can you hear me? Am I - [She leans forward a little like if she stares hard enough maybe someone will appear, her movements imbued with a tense, ready kind of energy.]

Am I doing this right?

...if this is any more than a dream anyway.
{ video } [[ backdated to daytime ]]
07 November 2011 at 04:36 am
[ When Claire appears on the video she is not at all looking happy. In fact, she looks rather... Well, first of all, she's furious. Second? She's kind of ... miserable. Ish. But her face is just plain horrified.

And also she has bunny ears.

I have a tail!

[ Yes. She is... Yelling. ]

Why? Why do I have a tail?! And these ears -- I'm a -- a rabbit?! Seriously? Is this some sort of stupid backwards Playboy joke or something?
[Video/Open] Déjà-vu, anyone?
01 November 2011 at 06:52 pm
[ The feed flicks on to a very undertain face, like he's still getting to know the place and the communication device. He looks like he's about to speak, but clamps his mouth shut. Then he puts a finger up, looks like he is about to say something -- with conviction! -- but sighs instead. With a lopsided little smile, he looks at the camera in earnest. ]

I'm about to have uh... a strange little request here.

[He enunciates every word. He really means business.]

Can someone please say, "April Fools!"? Or maybe, "You're on Candid Camera!" or even, you know, wear a sideways baseball cap and rush me with a camera crew and say, "You just got punked"?



[Heavy sigh, as his face takes on a look that's more peeved than earnest.]

Barring that, I'm looking for a guy named Dean. Man, we need to talk about your car.

(( OOC: Someone's got a taste of some MEMORY LOSS CANDY, and is now reliving his first day in Marina! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO TROLL THE TRICKSTER, GUYS! >8D ))
[ Accidental Video | Action ]
31 October 2011 at 10:14 pm
[ It wasn't his usual morning for taking breakfast in the shelter, but the meteor last night had distracted him. It had been worth it though. Sliding into a seat at the shelter, Hei glances idly at the counter and the bowl of candy resting on top. ]

Halloween again?

[ He idly pulls a piece of candy out of the bowl while he waits for the bot to finish his order for half a dozen omelets. It's a gradual change though, as he slowly shrinks down in size, gaining speed as Hei continues to pick at the bowl of candy. And then his network device falls and Hei almost looses his balance on the stool.

It's when he picks up his device however, that his now clumsy fingers manage to press the video button, opening up a channel for everyone to see. Please don't mind Hei's slight disarray. His shirt is nearly big enough to cover all of him now.

How awkward.

Clearing his throat, Hei stares down at the activated video screen and glances back up to the counter now somehow looking far out of his reach. ]

Something's wrong here.

[ understatement ]

((ooc: Hei's only affected by the age down curse! Please assume that Hei looks about ten years old from here on out /o/ ))
[Video] Backdated to early evening.
30 October 2011 at 02:52 pm
[The video starts with a small shudder from the Blue alien. He's wandering around outside.] So uh... what is this Halloween everyone keeps talking about?

Costumes, candy, weird decorations... [He's toying with some fake webbing that's pulled across a window and quirking a brow.] Are these supposed to be scary?
[Video//Action | Open] MINGLE POST~
27 October 2011 at 08:00 pm
[A bit before "sunset," a softly smiling Lacus appears in the video.]

Good evening, Marina. Thanks to an inmate request, tonight we are going to observe a lovely meteor shower in the night sky using the star projector. I have arranged viewing areas on the beach with some light refreshments. However, you should be able to see the meteors from anywhere in the dome.

If anyone would like to see star patterns or other sky-scenes from their own worlds, please don't hesitate to contact me. If you have photos or descriptions I can make a program for the projector quite easily.

I hope everyone has a pleasant evening.

And about a half-hour after dark... )
[video | open]
10 October 2011 at 08:14 pm
[At first, the feed is merely an image of that wide, laughing mouth. The sound is soft at first, a raspy chuckle, but it inevitably begins to build. Soon, the monster is very nearly screaming with amusement, a wild, insane cackle that sounds more alien than man.]

Oh, and here we are, still rotting away in this dump! No one visits, no one calls, no one sends flowers--!!

[They pause to pace for a moment, gnashing their teeth. One can see that they're still inside the cells of the Defense Force.] Whoever is in charge of this dump better come say hi before we get impatient and find them first...
03 October 2011 at 10:12 pm
[Hear that sound? It's the sound of a foot hitting a wall, repeatedly. A girl's gotta work her aggression out somehow, you know? Not like the wall's going to feel anything, anyhow. ENJOY THE SHOW MARINA.

After a few mildly satisfying minutes, Taiga gives up, breathing heavily, face flushed, hair in disarray, hands clenched into fists at her sides.]

A life sentence? You expect me to believe that? You expect me to give in quietly? I refuse.


[No she isn't on the verge of tears what are you talking about.]
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?
[ action / audio ] OPEN
22 September 2011 at 11:00 am
[The sun is just starting to go down in the sky and Oz is in sector four. He's been working hard, which is something that doesn't happen often. Jennifer had told him about a plot of land in sector four that had once been used for vegetable farming by someone named Mami. As she had said, he had found the tool shed in tact and had spent the better part of his time since then, tilling the land and tending the soil.

It's as if all that pent up restlessness inside had been thrown into his work and the aggression of the wolf inside had been placed into the ground he was working with. It felt good. And for the first time in days he felt calm, at peace. He didn't want to stop. He had been right. It was cathartic, and somehow it felt like it was something more than that, as if he had stumbled on something that he should have known a long time ago. He had yet to place his finger on what that was yet though.

He turns on the audio of his device.
] Anyone know where to get vegetable seeds?
[ Video | Open ]
12 September 2011 at 09:09 pm
[ The feed clicks on showing Jennifer fluffing up a flower arrangement she just put together. ]

That should do it...

[ stepping back to admire the handiwork before shrugging ] We have a few leftover flowers here and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste! If you want me to make a corsage or set aside some flowers for your hair I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know what colors you'll be wearing!

[ unabashed smile ]

Of course, if you're not going to the prom that doesn't mean you can't have a vase of flowers for your windowsill either. Flowers can always brighten up a room!
[action | semi-open]
10 September 2011 at 12:19 pm
[When Edward Brock comes to, he experiences that strange, almost delusional sensation of being in some place different than he can last remember. It's happened a few times before, but he'd always been soothed by the Other that it was necessary. Now, there is no soothing, and when he reaches out with his mind to feel for the symbiote, the roiling anger and frenzy he feels makes him jerk in surprise.]

[They're in a cell, for some reason, and Eddie can't understand why. He shifts a little, only to gasp out-loud at the pain that wracks his entire body. He's been patched up somehow--which means he'd taken one hell of a beating. But why? What the hell had happened?]

[The flashbacks came later. The taste of blood, the screams, the shattering of glass. Memories, but not his. They leave him even more confused than before, and sick to his stomach. Something bad happened, something terrible. He won't allow the Other to cover his face, and it doesn't want to, simply seething and twitching against his skin as though it might impale him at any moment.]

((OOC: They're currently locked up in a Defense Force cell, interaction open to those who would want to see them! A Defense Force member will be present at all times.))
[semi-closed | action | open all evening]
27 August 2011 at 05:40 pm
[The body of Edward Brock could not hold up forever. Soon, the man slipped into unconsciousness after days without sleep, and all of the power and deadly skill of Venom was entrusted to the Other. There was no questioning, no debating--it was simply time for action, so long as the man was asleep and unaware.]

[It was time to feed. Quick and silent, it picked its way through the park, into the apartment complexes. A single bound launched it to the rooftops, and jagged claws threatened to tear straight through the material as it extended its senses, searching for telltale signs of heat and life.]

[It had work to do while the artificial sun was hidden away--work that would ensue its survival.]

Read more... )
[video] unfiltered for your pleasure
20 August 2011 at 09:49 pm
Hmm... ?

[Staring point blank into the lens of the camera, silent and observant for a moment before chuckling and cocking his head to the side. Slowly lips come to part, rolling out a very long tongue encrusted with. You bet those are eyeballs! And the tongue sways just briefly before the connection is cut.]
[ Voice/Video || Open ]
19 August 2011 at 02:29 pm
[ There's a rough voice on the com-link, but the slowness of the following statements round off the edges and, somehow, make it gentle. ]

Now that everything has died down a little bit, I've got a few words I'd like to say to all of you.

[ The video feed flicks on. There is a man looking into the camera, which encompasses his bust only. His face is battle-scarred and his hair is a stark white, giving the impression of age beyond what the rest of his body might have betrayed. His right eye is a definite, clear blue, while the other... it seems to have no iris at all, just a blank sclera which almost seems to glow around the edges. His broad shoulders and his mostly stolid features should scream military to anyone familiar with the type. Anyone paying particularly close attention may see strips of yellow chord underneath his high collar, and maybe the start of something metallic on his left shoulder. ]

To start, my given name is Nathan, and in some circles, I am known as "Cable" - you may call me either, as you see fit.

I'm sure that this interment has come as a shock to most, if not all of you. I, like you, had plans for my future and concerns regarding my present. So I'd like you to keep in mind that I sympathize with you fully when you hear my next words:

This is not the end of your life, but a new beginning.

I do not think we should give up hope on /this/ reality )