Criminal...? [ Xion has woken up at the beach / dolphin observation deck, but she isn't quite sure she understands. who is Acumen? is he related to Xemnas? what's an asylum, and what's an arcade? and this thing on her head... she seems to need it? this is beyond confusing. the ocean is pretty, but shouldn't she have returned to -- ? ] I don't think I'm supposed to be here. There's... something important that I have to do.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[ The biggest reason of why Wolfram avoids Conrad and Yuuri is simple: Every time he runs into one of them the result is always the same: Sadness, anger and loneliness. He can't forgive them for what they've done which is why staying away from them is better- that way harmful words won't be spoken. Bonds won't break further apart.

Lost in his thoughts, before he knows it, his feet have already dragged him to the beach. Wolfram isn't here by mere coincidence or chance; the young prince chose the beach because maybe, just maybe he'll run into the person he longs to see; after all, he always finds that person at the beach.

With a soft sigh he sits down on wet sand, paying no attention to the weather. All he can think about is... he should have walked away from his conversation with Conrad. If he had done that, if he had left when he had the chance, none of that would have happened.

Who knows how much time he spends sitting there, maybe some minutes, maybe a couple of hours... until he realizes he is soaking wet and cold.

Normally, during this kind of situation he'd call Axel without hesitation, but now his relationship with the nobody is different. He wants to see Axel- no, he needs to see him but... he can't bring himself to call him. As much as he yearns to be by his side and probably even demand some comfort from him, he can't help but be a little wary of doing so. What if he messes things up with him too just because he is feeling angry, clingy and insecure? What if somehow he screws everything up? He is constantly hurting and pushing away the persons he loves, what if Axel is next?

Maybe this time he shouldn't see him, at least not until he has properly calmed down. There is not only that, but the blond is also having trouble admitting that although wants to rely on the redhead, at the same time he is scared of becoming dependent of him.

With that thought in mind and after a loud sigh, the demon grabs his communicator and clicks a specific sequence of buttons.

[ Voice | Private to Ashura ]
Ashura, are you busy?

[Uncharacteristically, Lacus appears with her hair pulled back with a kerchief, a smudge of dust on one cheek. Her usual smile, however, is beaming away.]

Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you're having a good day.

I just wanted to tell everyone that Acumen has installed a new section to the Education Center. [She shifts the camera around, to what is clearly a workshop. Those from worlds with cars will clearly recognize four tires in a stack to one side. The rest of the floor is covered with neatly organized pieces of a classic car that is entirely dismantled.]

Dean, I hope we can have fun putting this together! Anyone who wants to learn about cars can observe the progress too, of course.

[The camera refocuses on her smiling face.] And I'm pleased to let everyone know that Neil and the haros and I have been working hard, and the church should open the day after tomorrow. If anyone has any additional suggestions for denominations that should be represented, please do contact me.

--I can't believe they're celebrating Holi. [He's kind of thrilled about it, and laughs.]

Holi is a festival of colors. I'm not sure if there's religious significance to it or not, other than that it's for spring, but in India people would throw colorful liquid or powder on passersby. And if you say to them, "Pardon me, but it's Holi," they're supposed to forgive you.

It's a lot of fun, if you can relax enough for it. If not... [sly] maybe you should stay indoors today?



((ooc: Respond to his voice post here! Otherwise this is an EVENT POST. Comment here if you want your character to get powdered, or if you want to lurk and throw brightly-colored water at other people, and other people will respond to your comment to oblige! Calling all pranksters, goofballs, and trolls!))

[The confusion is written all over the young man’s face as he reads the message flickering across the screen. Is it magic? It must be... A quick scan of the area tells him that the Sages and the princess are nowhere to be found. The last thing he can remember is Ganon being sealed away, and at last, it all being over...]

...Zelda? ...Navi?

[The silence is a little bitter, and the battered Hero takes a seat with a weary sort of sigh. He’s tired, and he doesn’t know what to think... but so long as everyone is safe, he can take a moment to breathe. Whatever comes next, he’ll handle it. He doesn’t realize that he’s somehow managed to turn the video on, and anyone looking will see he’s bruised and beaten.]

[It doesn’t take him terribly long to notice the basket, and he reaches out to pull it closer before he notices the chain around his ankle. He pauses like that for a moment, fingers outstretched apprehensively.]

[Have a confused derp!hero]

[This is a unicorn. But not just any unicorn, oh no. This unicorn has a pair of red cat's eye glasses, a gorgeous purple mane, and a diva's glare that would make a pop star jealous.]

Well! I've never been so insulted in all my days! First I'm kidnapped, then arrested, and now imprisoned? Do any of you know who I am, hmm? No? I am Rarity, and I am a lady.

[Sticking her nose up and tossing her mane? Yes, very yes.]

Just you wait till the other girls hear about this. They'll have me freed faster than Rainbow Dash can clear the clouds in Ponyville. It's one thing to capture me, but to place me in an area with such horrid decor... Do you intend to torture me as well? I mean, come on; a blind pony could do a better job. I could go on.

This is complaining, by the way; you haven't even heard me whine yet.

... You won't like me when I'm whining.

[In the early evening, Roxas heads over to see Xion and Axel at his old house the way they'd planned. He knows that she's expecting a tiny party of just the three of them, plus Aqua, but he comes trailing a small crowd of people. Some of you might be bearing streamers, some balloons, some appetizers, some cake with a big candle in the shape of Xion's name... and someone bearing a big container of fruit punch.]

[He shushes everyone as they get close to the door, and then knocks briefly before opening the door, peeking his head in.]


Hey, Xion! [brightly] Happy birthday...!


[And he opens the door to let everyone in. Go forth, hang up your streamers, and have fun!]


((Sorry this is so late!! Event post, feel free to have your own threads, thread amongst yourself, etc. But don't forget to say happy birthday to Xion! Xion's friends are invited, and if you tagged Roxas, assume you have an invite if we didn't get around to it yet. There will be a party game: suggestions were musical chairs, truth or dare, or pin the tail on the donkey. Or feel free to suggest your own!))

When does the sewing club meet? I know we have one, but I haven't managed to go yet!

[Xion's in Sector 4, playing fetch with Mars. She is a whole year old now, so she's pretty excited! Not even rolling blackouts can bother her.]

Roxas? Could you come meet me at the beach?

[All right, Axel. Let's do this.

It's a little early at night when he emerges from his room and starts to get things ready for Xion. First he heads over to the kitchen to take out the three little red velvet cupcakes from the fridge and set them out on the table along with a red box of chocolates--the mint kind that she gave him last year--and a small white box tied off with a pink bow. He'll let her open that later.

That done, he heads over to the hallway closet to take out a bouquet of red roses he'd picked up the day before and sets them right outside of her bedroom door. If she counts, there should be fourteen exactly.

Now. Once he's through with that he has to go back into his room to pull out this and lug it over to the table before setting it on one of the chairs across from the presents he's set out for her. And now with a sigh he props himself up behind the bear and hides. Here goes nothing.]

Xion, come out here, will ya?

((ooc: ...he's so cheesy today.))

I can’t believe this... [His voice is low, quiet. There is a lengthy pause before:]

This is awesome! Oh man it’s just like Poe! Going to prison like this for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Awesome! Now all I need is a plane and a few other fellow convicts and this will be the best thing ever to have happened to me! The ball and chain is wickedly authentic too!

[Pause.]

Wait. I thought I already reunited with my loving family. This is going a little bit backwards. [More silence before:]

Nic Cage! I have wronged you! I can’t follow your best work ever by the book! Damn.

[Laughs a little.] Oh, right. I guess people can hear me, huh? Hi! I’m John.

[Action]

[So, its been a few days in the prison already, what's our favourite keybearer up to?

WHY.

Exploring the place, of course! There are a lot of wonderful things to do around here. That, and he's been bored ever since his restraint was well, released.

You can now see a Sora poking around most of the Residential sectors, if he notices you, he'll wave at you energetically and approach you!]

Hi there! Nice day, isn't it?

[Cain is in the dojo as usual, waiting for his students to assemble. Once they come, he'll let them know today's lesson plan as they gear up and select their swords, surveying those who have arrived.]

For my returning students, we will combine both the strikes and parries we've been learning and begin to incorporate more footwork. Remember, it's all about balance. You're welcome to take the dance class if you find yourself lacking in the necessary graces. [He is 100% sincere in this, if his lineface delivery and casual pacing along the ranks with his hands behind his back don't drive the point home.]

I'll continue to work individually with the newbies to catch them up to speed, so I'm going to start heavily encouraging you guys to practice with one another to get those basics down.

And then we will watch our veteran sword fighters spar with one another. I trust you'll all be duly attentive to their technique and try to learn something from them. [And now he stops and smirks.] Other than how to attempt to bruise each other's rib cages.

Questions, before we begin?

[[OOC: As usual, put before/during/after in your headers! Please feel free to threadjack/tag fellow students and people there to spar as you'd like.]]

Jegus fuck.

I keep watching these days rolling right the fuck by and hoping they get marginally less of a fucking migraine, but nope. They've still pretty much got my bulge in a vice and slowly cranking up the pressure. Seriously, what the fuck did you douchebags even do?

[This is the sound of Karkat kicking something and heaving a sigh.]

By the way, Serket, if you even think about pulling that again I will personally punch your face so hard it'll turn into a seedflap.

Not that that'll make much difference considering the amount of shit you spew normally, but it'd be so, so fucking satisfying.

It's getting warmer. We should really start baseball practice again soon. [He usually sounds more excited about baseball stuff, doesn't he? It's been a rough few days...week...weeks?]

Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooooooooooooh.

Hmm? Oh, and this is Morgif. [He holds up the sword with the moving face.] I guess he wanted to say hi too.

[The young king moves his hand to hit the private button. It's not hard to private a conversation. Just hit the right button and then make sure it tells you it's private. Yep, definitely not hard. But he hit the map button instead and isn't looking at the communicator, so one not so private message coming up!]

Fai? Um...I'm really sorry about what happened at the costume party with the...blood and you know. I hope your neck is feeling better. I wasn't really me. I mean I was me, but I wasn't me-me. But I'm still really sorry!

(OOC: Backdated to earlier.)

You know-- You know...

I don't really see the big deal about alcohol. It doesn't really -- taste all that great at first. Sort of like... it burns. But it's warm! I like that it feels warm.

[this is a slightly wobbly fifteen-year-old Nobody. he is still in the bar, with Shiki just visible behind him]

But I can handle it. [he is also slightly smug]


((ooc: feel free to address Shiki too))

Hmmmmmmmm~? What is this, a joke? [A sharp and high pitched laugh.] And here I was thinking small- but really this is all so much bigger!

A biiiiiiiig joke.

[Something hits the wall with a ‘thud’ in the background.]

Do you honestly~ think this will stop me? What a laugh! You can’t hold down Vriska fucking Serket down for long, no way! [A snide ‘hmpf’, a sneer evident in her tone.]

But… I’ll humor you for now. Why not make this enjoyable, yessssssss~? Where would the fun be if I didn’t make you regret ever thinking you could change me?

[Another ‘thud’ against the wall.]

So let’s get this started. Who else has the misfortune of being stuck here with me?

[A young and drawn face flickers onto the view screen. He looks haggard and moderately sick, accentuated by the ashen gray of his skin, and there is a steady tic under his left eye.

When he speaks, it is with a pronounced lisp, and all of his sibilants come out as soft "thh".]

Yes. Yes. Exactly fucking this, because when I said, "We have to get out here," I of fucking course meant to an interdimensional fucking prison.

Just.

[Two thin hands come up, and he buries his face in them and gives a watery little moan.]

If I. Didn't feel like ralphing over my new fucking fashion accessory.

[A pause as he straightens and deals a "savage" battery of kicks to what can be assumed to be the iron ball, as you can hear it roll ponderously offscreen.]

I would look every one of you ridiculous fuckpod slurpers up and flood your brain with malware, because I know one of you nookfucks did us in with this.

[He levels an skinny, accusatory finger at the screen, and then pauses, finger curling back in as he considers something. His eyes go distant as he thinks.]

I don't think this is part of the game... I'm pretty positive I didn't program any kind of prison level.

And I'm positive this place isn't fucking Alternia.

[He snorts, and his lips quirk derisively.]

I would have been dead by now, otherwise.

[The viewscreen is eclipsed by a giant, amber orb of some kind, with a perfectly round black dot in the center. It is perfectly still, and there is a light gleam across its polished surface.

It might almost seem like a glitch, in fact. A rogue transmission, or a video function triggered accidentally. And you might almost close out of the video, except-- after a handful of seconds, it jerks and shifts minutely, and the black dot expands and contracts, and settles again.

And then you realize you are staring and being stared at by a large yellow eye.

After a second, a sliver of grey flesh appears in the viewscreen, and creeps up underneath the yellow eyeball, sliding over the bottom half of it. It will take you a second to realize that this is in fact the result of Gamzee Makara's very large grin that you cannot see, making his eyes squinch up.

He very well may have activated the video function by accident. But as it stands, he is still eyeball-to-screen with his new gadget, and probably freaking out all recipients of his unwitting message.

There is one sound, though. It is muffled because of the proximity of his face to his screen.]

Whoooaaa.

Hey, Xion. I'm thinkin' we catch a movie tonight. How's that sound?