[action]
25 May 2012 at 12:17 am
[Flynn is in an even better mood than usual today. he was a little alarmed at first by Sentience's announcement, but as he wandered around the house and thought about Yuri and Judith and what they would be thinking about it, his mind drifted to the less troubled, more insightful, I bet it would be great to brush their hair.]

[which is the story of how Flynn is in a really good mood today]

[maybe he'll do some cooking. yes... so to the grocery store to pick up ingredients, and then home~~! to utterly ruin food whimsically]
[video/action][open]
24 May 2012 at 12:20 pm
[ Hawke's in her leather armor today, and looking very comfortable. she gives the camera a big grin. ]

Who'd be willing to loan me a blade? [ cheerful, guileless ] I'll give it back, I promise. In Andraste's name, and all that.

I just want to hit something. Or someone. In a sparring match, of course. [ she's hanging around the park, stretching, and just strolling aimlessly. ]

[closed/private]

Rebecca, are you still interested in finding out what despair tastes like? [ the grin is more of a smirk now. ]
[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!}
[Video//Action | Open]
21 May 2012 at 05:15 pm
[There's a low moan as the video snaps on, a sound of pain, somewhere between human and animal. The image lurches to one side, then the other, finally crashing to the sidewalk. The hospital is in view some distance away, behind her so it's clear she was walking away from it rather than toward.]

[Saya curls up with her back to the wall, knees pulled to her chest, fingers clutching at her head.]
...Please, no. Not again, I don't want to --

[Whatever she's saying is cut off by a growl, her lips parting around extended fangs, eyes glowing an intense red. A slam of her head against the concrete and then her eyes are back to their normal auburn, snarl replaced by panicked fear.]

Zero? ...A-Anri? Someone, please... [her words are cut short again, this time by an abbreviated cry as Saya struggles for control over herself. Just like Vietnam, only this time she's painfully and cruelly aware of the Chiropteran part of her mind that's threatening to take over.]


((OOC: She probably won't attack people unless they attack her first, and certainly no attacks without OOC permission!))
[Action / Open]
19 May 2012 at 11:19 pm
[So, a couple days ago there was a little accident involving a certain caped crusader of the batgirl kind. And Tim, being Tim wasn’t going to let one of his kind get “outed” like that. He was aware it didn’t suppose that much of a big deal in this place, where not many people were even from their world and little people actually cared.

But he hadn’t been lying about his name ever since he set a foot in here to let it out that easily. He’d fight to make everybody believe Steph and Batgirl were completely different people and the idea of them being the same was ridiculous. So, the solution he has found?

Crossdressing. For justice.

You’ll find “Batgirl” patrolling around, being obviously less careful about being seen than what she would usually be. Tim wants to be seen, especially around Steph. But he doesn’t actually want to be noticed or talked to, so at the same time the mysterious Batgirl will sneak away once he’s completely sure you have seen him and Steph in the same place at the same time.

If you’re in need of help, though? Not even a bit (or not so bit) of stuffing will stop a Robin from helping people.
]

[OOC: SO YES Tim dressed up as a girl to prevent Steph's identity as BG to be known. Feel free to notice something is slightly off, but Tim is a good actor.]
video; open (mostly)
16 May 2012 at 04:38 pm
[As usual, Judith is somewhere high up, but good luck figuring out where from the endless field of blue behind her head. The communicator dangles for a moment before snapping into place and she’s smiling in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.]

I suppose I should be grateful. Every need is taken care of and our new old warden seems a lot kinder than our old new one. [Judith doesn’t give that sentence any time to be unraveled before moving on, tilting her face toward the sky.] Still, it’s hard not to miss certain things from home, or certain people.

[Talking about Ba’ul? Now why would she do that! What Judith really (probably) means is…]

It’s good I was able to get this. [She holds up a certain wanted poster. It’s greyed a little from age and has been folded a few evident times but the artistic rendition is still clear.] I never learned to draw, so I can’t possibly recreate something so masterful.

video; private to Anew )
[video | action]
15 May 2012 at 01:27 am
[The video turns on to a straight-up view of the "sky", the sound of running water heard for a moment or two before the camera quickly swings down to reveal an area of the waterfall, and then turns to a miserable looking boy who's trying to get his feet under him and stand up on one of the rather slippery rocks there as he adjusts his headset. He's very confused and very off balance at the moment, and takes an uncertain look at his very not right location while running a hand through his blonde hair.

After a beat, he finally addresses the communicator somewhat haltingly as he starts to hop from rock to rock with equal hesitation]


Um... I-I know this is going to sound really weird but, um... did anyone happen to see me out last night?

Because I'm pretty sure this isn't where I went to bed, I didn't even know we had a waterfall here actually, but it's not the first time I've gone, ah-- sleep... walking, you could say... [Yeah, go with that Emil; it's sadly less weird than explaining that the Other Guy sometimes hijacks, in his opinion] So, I'd-- I'd just really like to know, if anyone can... tell me anything, I guess.

[Except there his feet go out from under him on an unlucky landing; sending him sliding into the still frigid pool, the yelp he makes and the feed both cutting off as he goes under. So... give him a minute]


[[ooc: if action is more your thing, feel free to watch him take a swim! I will be getting to tags in the morning <3]]
action // open // afternoon > evening
11 May 2012 at 05:22 am
[Sometimes, a bedroom wall just isn't enough.

With Garcia arriving, Reid feels the pressing need to rearrange his notes. Parts of his notes. The parts pertaining to the nature of Marina and multi-dimensional mumbo-jumbo and all the other things he's tried to wrap his head around ever since he arrived. There's a lot of them, and his apartment is only so big and either way he wouldn't be entirely comfortable presenting this to her in such a disjointed mess of scribbles. It's not the way they do things.

And this is why he's at the library for most of the afternoon and a good chunk of the evening, straightening out hastily scribbled thought processes and following cross-references and what else there is he could be doing with this mess of paper. Feel free to bother him or spy on him or remind him that food is definitely a thing that should happen eventually, cause he won't remember!]
( action )
09 May 2012 at 12:49 pm
[ You might find Elena Gilbert out and about this afternoon. She's moseying quite a bit in Sector 2 and 5, considering she wants things to do and she still needs some more clothes and definitely needs food. (Okay, Damon, because she needs to ingest something that's not blood or alcohol.)

So you might find her poking about the pet cafe with bags in her hands, you might find her holding a sweater or two up from a rack for perusal, or you might find her trying to decide if she wants pulp in her orange juice or not. You might even find her just taking a stroll.

Mostly she's keeping to herself, but she'll have a friendly smile for anyone who catches her eye. Really, mostly - she just needed out of that apartment to feel even a little bit busy and occupied by other things. Like "not Damon" and "not being stuck here."
]


( ooc: feel free to call, text, run into elena anywhere, or pretty much anything under the sun. \o/ )
[action/video]
08 May 2012 at 11:34 pm
[action]
[when Neku wakes up, face-first on the pavement, dazed and confused, he doesn't know what to make of how -- quiet it is. and when the situation comes back to him, all at once in a sickening rush, he shoves his way to his feet and gropes for his pins. he still has them, all of them, even the player pin, even the red skull pin]

[a thousand potential explanations rush through his mind before he notices the explanations right in front of his eyes. he spends a while poring over the welcome message and the brochure, and then listening to the other new arrivals, trying to think about this reasonably instead of freaking out the way he so desperately wants to]

[feel free to find him while he's flailing, reading, or brooding! he's spending most of his time folded unabashedly on the ground against a wall. otherwise...]




[video]
--Hey. [a slightly awkward pause. he's half-buried in his high collar and heavy headphones, but he's working his way out of his comfort zone] This has been way easier to digest than my last impossible kidnapping. So, thanks, I guess. Props to the welcome committee.

I mostly wanted to know if anyone has met a Shiki Misaki, or a guy calling himself Beat. If not, then -- does anyone recognize this?

[he flashes a small black-and-white pin with a skull emblazoned on it between two fingers, and then lowers it again]

[he needs to be sure]
[Video | Open]
08 May 2012 at 10:02 pm
[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. Immediately, she starts rambling.]

Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. The creepy, prison-themed Twilight Zone with an embarrassingly hackable headset and no keyboard in sight, which is its own special level of hell and somewhere I'd rather not hang, capiche?

Someone please just pinch me, or do whatever it is you do to get someone to wake up from a bad dream, and preferably without any more violence than absolutely necessary, because ickiness is totally not something we need to add to the mix --

[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]
voice; [REVERSE INTRO!]
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.
01//Fireball [video]
07 May 2012 at 06:53 pm
[Turning on the communicator was the absolute last resort for the spectacular sorceress known country-wide as LINA INVERSE.

And it's quite apparent, when you look at the state of the room she woke up in. Luckily, no scorch-marks on the wall or burnt upholstery can be seen, but for what Lina lacked in firepower, she made up for in pure rage and destruction.

Lamps are broken. Tables thrown over. Pillows ripped of their stuffing and mattresses gnawed at with angry sorceress fangs. That little 'welcome basket'? Its contents are spread out everywhere around the room, as though the basket itself exploded. (Except for any snacks that were in there, Lina stopped mid-rampage to snack on those, thank you very much.)

Now, glaring into the feed, red-faced and heavily panting, is one. VERY pissed. Red-head.]


WHOEVER IS THE SMARTASS THAT DID THIS IS IN FOR A WHOOOOLE WORLD OF HURT ONCE I'M OUT OF HERE!!! YOU BETTER SHOW YOURSELVES PRONTO IF YOU WANT ANY MERCY!
[Video|Action|Text // open to all ]
07 May 2012 at 07:53 pm
[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]

[He begins a videofeed: ]


Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.

However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?

[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]

[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]

[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[Video | Open]
30 April 2012 at 06:34 pm
Um... good morning! [She looks nervous, but smiles and continues on.] My name is Anew, and I'm one of the people who had volunteered to take over Miss Jennifer's cooking class at the school. But it seems like my partner isn't here right now, so I thought I'd ask if anyone else was interested.

Let's see... there's really not much in the way of requirements, just someone who has experience cooking and enjoys it and wants to teach others simple recipes.

And -- if anyone is waiting for the class, I promise it will get going soon! I'd really like to hear any ideas for what to start with, if you have any. I hope it will be a useful class for people.

((OOC: the position is not first-come first-served, so no worries about tagging in late! Anew will consider all people who are interested and I'll poke the person or people she chooses after everyone has had a chance to tag in. o/ ))
ANONYMOUS BULLETIN BOARD MESSAGE
27 April 2012 at 10:56 am
[Patrolling again, Zero makes his way around the dome during which there is a brief stop off at the shelter billboard. People don't do this as often as they used to, but Zero needs help and it's not the type of personal information he's willing to talk to anyone about face to face.

Yuuki is also not the type of person to wander across the the dome and go to the shelter for no reason. At least he doesn't hope so. Either way, he's going to have to keep a closer eye out for her tonight on his rounds. The very last thing he needs is her finding something like this.

Ensuring that there was no one else in sight, Zero tacks up the paper on the bulletin board before fading into the streets of Marina with only the prints of his shoes in the snow as proof that he was there.]


ADVICE NEEDED )

[OOC: Sorry for the tl;dr. All notes will be anonymous. Feel free to threadjack away unless someone prefers not to.]
[video/action] I Never Game!
26 April 2012 at 03:09 pm
[ greetings, Marina. Hawke again. today she just tosses a wave at the camera. ]

Let it never be said I was good at planning... well, anything... but I came across something that sounded like a bit of harmless fun. Not that it has to stay that way. [ winks ]

It's a charming little drinking game called "I Never". And if at least half of us are passed out on the floor by the time the evening's over, I'll consider it a success. The tavern would have been my first choice, but as it met a rather sad end... shall we say around eight o'clock? In the club?

((OOC: Forward-dated action in the comments! Enjoy!))

Index )
[ Video | Open ]
17 April 2012 at 10:03 pm
Hi, everyone! I hope it's not too early, but I did kind of forget to make an announcement yesterday... [ And she needed to get her uniform cleaned, to make the best first impression in her blue-and-silver suit! ]

For those of you who won't know me, my name is Subaru Nakajima. I'm part of the Defense Force here in Marina, and I'll be starting a new class today. It is called "Emergency Training" because I really can't think of a better title for it, eheh!

[ Deep breath. ] The purpose of the class is to run everyone through procedures that will benefit them in case of an emergency. How to use a fire extinguisher, navigate to proper exits in case of an accident, administer basic first aid, perform CPR... lots of little pieces of knowledge that'll help both you and others stay safer and healthier in case of an emergency!

I may not be an instructor, but I think I have appropriate qualifications. I'll also have volunteers cycling in to give their own unique perspectives, and to help me fill in gaps in what I've put together.

I believe it'll be for the benefit of everyone if you attended, even just once. The first class will be today at 11 AM in the Education Center.

I hope to see lots of you there! [ Subaru waves to the camera before ending the transmission. ]


((OOC: You're free to hand-wave attendance of this class, too! First "lesson" is going over fire drills, how to navigate to exits while avoiding fire and smoke, and operating fire extinguishers.))
[action/video; open]
17 April 2012 at 10:05 am
[After the excitement of the last little while, Anri is grateful for any quiet day granted to them. Her talk with Sasha still weighing on her mind, she takes the time to go to the library, sequestering herself away toward the back where all the law books are – laws, jurisdictions, technicalities, this world or that one. She’s expecting small print and words she’s unfamiliar with and wading through pages upon pages of unhelpful information.

She’s not expecting the way the floor seems to roil underneath her, causing her footing to slip off the lower shelf’s edge – one of the many hazards of being too short to reach anything – and the few books she was holding to come down with her. It’s loud enough to disturb anyone nearby, her hip colliding against the shelving and her unceremonious drop to the floor.

She’s left in an upright heap, hand pressed over her mouth as the memories flood in; several months’ worth.

It’s too hard to make out what’s important what isn’t – the blonde woman coming to her house, or Akabayashi-san and the Awakusa-kai, or – or Ryuugamine-kun and that boy, and the way she can’t stop thinking she smells smoke.

She doesn’t get up right away, unmoving and eyes dull as she thinks – something made so much more difficult by Saika’s renewed demands.



Eventually she stands. Her head is throbbing and her mouth is incredibly dry, each step protested by pins and needles. Anri ignores it, taking one book from the library before she leaves.

She’s in the shelter’s kitchen when she turns the communicator on, a few hours later. Her hair is tucked out of her face and behind her ears for once.
]

Would anyone mind tasting some food? I’m not sure if it’s good enough to serve to people.

[It isn’t.

But her voice bells clear, less uncertainty and tentativeness rather than more.
]


((OOC: Anri has been canon updated! From post-anime/volume three to post volume nine. Find her in the library or answer her request for unfortunate test subjects! She wants to feed you, to your incredible misfortune!))