[Action | Open]
18 June 2012 at 11:33 pm
[After his moment at the kiosk Zelgadis finds a spot by the coffee shop and plops down. Not at a table, but on the ground, his back against one of the adjacent buildings. A small stuffed lion is set on the ground beside him with surprising care, given how he flounces himself down onto the concrete.]

[He touches a button on his comm, opens his mouth... but then clicks it off. And then he tries again, with no more success. Finally, he flips the comm off his head and onto the ground beside him, utterly disgusted with himself.]
[Action | Open] Later afternoon
12 June 2012 at 01:21 pm
[To say it's been a difficult few days doesn't come close to covering it. You'd think he'd be rejoicing having his bed to himself again, but all it does is remind him of how epically stupid he acted toward Lina and Saber both. And when Saber came home wearing that damn collar it was the final straw. The conversation had been abrupt, her explanation dulling his initial shock and anger into an ache of resentment that compounded the one he was still nursing.]

[So he'd taken his sword and left. Now he's in the Athletic Complex, the lightsaber Sword of Light activated to make a blade of pure, white light. Zelgadis focuses his power; the limitations on the sword make it difficult, but nonetheless he takes a swing and manages to send a ball of white-hot fire into one of the dummies he'd set up.]

[He's careful to watch out for people, so anyone who comes to see why there's lightning visible over the athletic complex won't get in his line of fire.]
3rd Fireball [video]
26 May 2012 at 10:35 pm
[Lina's snores are pretty tiny, but all that doesn't matter, considering the odd mutterings that are sprinkled between her steady breathing. She's curled up on the floor of what some in-mates might recognize as Zelgadis's residence.

What some might not recognize, however, save for a very 'special' blonde swords-woman, is that the floor deemed as Lina's new nap spot is none other than the bedroom...and the bed that once rested against the wall was somehow--in some miraculous, abhorrent feat of utter destruction--split crudely down the middle and thrown against opposing ends of the wall.]


...mmn...n'decent...[She stirred slightly, but Lina showed no sign of stirring anytime soon.]
[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!}
[Action | Closed] Forward dated to evening
21 May 2012 at 05:05 pm
[The day was tiring, but in a good way. From the moment he woke this morning everything seemed lighter, inexplicably. He'd be more suspicious of that if it weren't such a relief, after weeks of awkward tension, to be able to relax.]

[This morning he'd been easily able to talk himself out of looking for Saber, telling himself all manner of pessimistic things about where that was bound to go. As the day progressed all those reasons seemed less important, until finally he ran out of excuses.]

[He wants to see her. Isn't that enough?]

[It's evening by the time he makes his way home and lets himself in, calling for her before the door is fully open. He's got a few of those pizzas with him, and some coffee from the shop. Whatever they don't finish, Lina will surely take care of.]


Saber? Are you home?

((OOC: Forward dated because I'm leaving the country on Sunday and if I only got one day to tag this log before I leave I might actually die. Also, warning for probable adult-themes finally /o/ ))
[Action]
16 May 2012 at 11:52 am
[Not one to let the little hiccup or two upon her arrival bring her down, the sorceress headed out to explore the streets of Marina. She did a few hearty kicks into mid-air for good measure. Take that, y'stupid jerks! Change of scenario?! Bitchy blonde swords-woman?! No big! Lesser people have managed to survive! Lina Inverse will rock this place and come out on top!

A wide smirk spreading over her face, creasing into the dimples of her round cheeks, she made a showy strut into the streets, only to be greeted by armor-looking things that seemed to move on their own. It wasn't the first time for Lina to see lifeless objects animated without a caster in sight, but it still wasn't your average experience. She frowned skeptically, reconsidering for a moment her decision to leave the "comfort" of the bedroom she had spent the last evening in.

But still! Adventures await! This place was more bustling than your average town, which meant there were certainly restaurants to raid and spoils to be had! Shaking her head for a moment, she balls her gloved hands into fists and makes her way onto the sidewalk, sucking in a long breath through her nose. There were lots of smells to greet her--that of metal and oil, some odd fishy-type smell that induced a faint nausea(she had just to really look up just yet), and something...

...something mysterious. She stopped mid-step, taking another good wiff both to the left and the right. Where was that smell coming from? She turned around and sniffed behind her. Was she walking away from it?

There was...tomatoes, which weren't really all that exciting in and of itself...but there was...something else...

Following her nose, she followed the scent, not paying mind to any of the residents she bee-lined past giving her odd stares. She was used to that--what, had they never seen a brightly-clothed red-headed sorceress clad in gems and gold before?! They were probably just entranced by her stunning looks...

She stopped in front of a good-sized shop from which the smell emitted from. Pizza? What was this?! Some new sort of cuisine? She was taken aback. This was something she hadn't anticipated! Trembling with excitement, she burst through the door and announced herself.]


BEHOLD! LINA INVERSE IS HERE TO GRACE YOUR ESTABLISHMENT WITH HER UNSURPASSED APPETITE! [Would it strike fear? Awe? Either was fine with her, really. As long as her stomach was full by the time she left.]

[ooc: In the shop? Outside as she exits? Feel free to run into your favorite (everyone's favorite!!) red-headed magic user whenever!]
[ video | action ]
14 May 2012 at 11:05 pm
[ Humming fills the device before the soft darkness of black strands shifts as Diva piles her hair on top of her head, letting it fall in a cascade down her bare back. She’s wearing a towel, but not much else and her lips are curled in sated bliss.

She loves the heat, the warmth of a bath against her skin.

Decadent.

Looking up from her quiet repose, she smiles, leaning in close to breath against the shimmering screen of her device. ]


Join me, if you dare. [ she giggled once and then shut off the screen, but not before it catches a glimpse of the towel dropping, of Diva stepping into the sauna, enshrouded in a cloud of steam.

Redolent. ]


((ooc: Someone's up a little early this morning or is it that she hasn't slept at all? Either way, the public bath house in sector 2 is all hers for the moment. Enter if you dare... ♥ ))
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]]
[closed / backdated to early evening day 165 ]
07 May 2012 at 02:13 pm
[after speaking to Sentience, Allen and Zelgadis head back to the latter's place in preparation for an all-you-can-eat dinner. that is a glorious proposal when you eat as much as Allen, and even moreso when the final guest is Saber, and Allen hasn't eaten Zel's cooking before, so it's a win all around~]

[and it's a nice respite, from everything that's been going on lately, and a chance to see some of his friends, and hopefully relax]

[a win all around, and he's looking forward to it]
[ 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!]
[ The 165th Day ]
30 April 2012 at 06:22 pm
Good morning, everyone. Today is the 165th day of the third generation, and today will be clear and crisp. I have a lot of information to keep in mind after the last few weeks of asking questions, so I will keep today's announcement simple and leave it at that.

Judith, you can pick up your request from any robot in Sector Zero. As for everyone else... Please enjoy yourselves, and let me know if there's anything I can do to facilitate that!
video/action; open
27 April 2012 at 12:15 pm
[Yomi turns the communicator over and over in her hands before bringing it back to eye-level. She can’t quite figure out how put it back the way she was wearing it initially but she manages to turn it on regardless, beaming as she does so. Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes a bit glassy.]

Heeeeey everyone! [Her voice is a bit higher in pitch than usual. The view dangles high above her head for a moment as she stretches out her arms – presumably just to accent how happy she is to talk to the prison at large, and it takes her a few seconds to remember she needs the communicator to, well. Communicate. Arms back down!] Did everyone go to the game at the club? It was so much fun!

Zelgadis – he’s right over there, look! [The feed suddenly gives a close-up of his face. Presumably she thrust the communicator at him. A man with a face visibly and literally made of stone blinks back at it, confused and a little unimpressed.] He was there too and I was drinking water so he gave me something else and it tasted really good! I had four-- five... four. Zelgadis! [Yelling now, because why not. Yomi’s voice amps down after she’s sure she has attention.] I’m glad you’re my friend.

And I’m grateful for all my other friends, too! [Winning smile. Or, it would be a winning smile if she was sober. At present, it falls a little short.] Like—like Noriyuki. We’re going to be husband and wife one day real soon! If I get out. When I get out. When I get out, I am going to —

[It’s only when she tries to enunciate exactly what is the communicator pulled away from her and turned off.

The last audible thing before the feed is killed is —
]

This isn't the way back to the club...

((OOC: Joint drunk-dialing post! After the I Never game, Yomi is completely and unquestionably smashed, Zelgadis is reasonably sober. Feel free to request a certain character otherwise the threads will likely be Yomi with Zelgadis jumping in if needed/wanted. Action optionable, if you want to catch her stumbling around and him frowning. They are outside, presumably heading very slowly toward the shelter.))
[open][ video | action ]
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 )
[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]
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.

[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]

Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.

[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.

Better to ask, right?]
[Gamewide Mingle: Thanksgiving]
07 April 2012 at 08:25 pm
[At the entrance to Sector 5, several very long tables have been set up outside. Low light is provided by street lamps hung up just for the occasion, a cozy dining room in the middle of the street. There's turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, cranberry sauce, and many, many other Thanksgiving favorites. A warm, printed message at the center of the table asks:

In the tradition of the holiday known as Thanksgiving, please feel free to enjoy this meal and think about all the things over the last year for which you are most grateful.


Come one, come all! Food covers the tables, enough for the prison's entire population, courtesy of the bots. Have a nice big dinner with your fellow inmates, and get your CR on!]
[Action | Open] (pretend there's no lap in that icon)
05 April 2012 at 10:30 pm
[Someone is dead asleep in the park. A rock-skinned someone. One might suspect that being nice to a little girl has drained all Zelgadis' energy, or maybe practicing magic with said little girl after being charmed into it, but no. He just hasn't been able to sleep at home. At all. Not one night since those stupid kissing robots.]

[When he'd sat down under the shade of a tree in the park, Zelgadis' hood had been pulled up to cover his appearance, but he's tossed a bit in his fitful rest and so it's fallen back to expose his rock skin and wire hair. Feel free to stop and gawk or wake him rudely! Just be careful not to get blasted for it. He's tired, but not enough to fail at a decent fireball.]
[video/action]
04 April 2012 at 02:02 pm
[today Sakura is at the park busying herself with the large drawing notepad in front of her. the large flowering tree in the park, planted by Amaterasu a while back, never fails to sooth her and has become one of her favorite places to be. she flips to a clean sheet of paper, rolling a crayon between her fingers in thought]

Ever since I came here I've seen all types of magic. How do you - practice your magic? Do you train? Or meditate? Kero-chan used to say that I should just leave that to time, but I want to improve now. [and it's not like she's really improving that much] And since he's not here, I wasn't sure who to ask... I know we're all from different places, but I'm sure magic exists in a lot of worlds.

[short pause] Oh, and cheerleading practice will start soon if the weather gets warmer. You can ask me about joining the team if you like.
[Video | Closed][Action | Open]
31 March 2012 at 01:27 pm
[Private to Suzaku]
We should probably talk.

[Private to Rebecca]
Hey. So about last night...

[Private to Allen]
...[cancelled]

[Action | open]
[She debated back and forth over showing up at the club, but tonight she'll be getting outfitted with a collar that prevents her from going into any bar in the prison—standing or burned to the ground. So, one last drink then. Or ten maybe...]