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The Facility - A Pan-Fandom RPG
09 February 2010 @ 11:34 am
09 February 2010 @ 09:48 am
OOC:(pretend it's day 1? please? If not...well... Jet slept for a day- he was very active last week)
( Note to Consortium- Don't stick a boy with massive brain trauma in a room of bright blinking lights )
( Note to Consortium- Don't stick a boy with massive brain trauma in a room of bright blinking lights )
Current Mood: 
nervous
nervous09 February 2010 @ 07:35 am
[Rather than be put off or annoyed by the music, Uriko is in the rec room, happily dancing away to the lively tempo. Without stopping a beat, she takes out the faciliberry and cheerfully announces, barely sounding breathless.]
This is awesome!
[She winks at the monitor, and then giggles before continuing.]
Oh, and those decorations on the wall? Kinda tacky, but hey, it's better than plain white!
This is awesome!
[She winks at the monitor, and then giggles before continuing.]
Oh, and those decorations on the wall? Kinda tacky, but hey, it's better than plain white!
Current Location: Rec Room
Current Mood: 
chipper
chipper09 February 2010 @ 02:44 am
[The Keyblade wielder is clearly in the biodome, his feet bare with his shoes beside him on the ground.]
Last week was crazy, but definitely fun. I made a lot of friends that I didn't have before and that makes me feel good. Let's see who did I talk to: [Yeah, he's going to list them all.] Roxas, Demyx, Axel, Neku, Josh, Shikamaru, Allen, Cloud, Ishtar, Gaara, Vincent, Chouji, Komui, Sakura, 6, Yuffie, Misora, Ed, Willy, Rufus, England, Yosuke, Reishun, and um...I'm pretty sure that's everyone I got the names of. Sorry if I was a handful. I gotta say, all of you were fun to hang out with and talk to. Thanks everyone for looking out for me too.
Rufus, sorry about your wall - I kinda painted all over it. [Sorry Yuffie, but he's sorta confessing about the secret ninja mission.]
Hey Axel, you still gonna protect us from stalkers? [A cocky grin at that.] And your fireworks were awesome, you should do it more often.
[The grin fades into a more serious look.] Are you okay now, Cloud? And can I ask you a question?
[Private to Axel]
Can you meet me in the biodome?
[/Private]
[Private to Roxas]
Come to the biodome!
[/Private]
Last week was crazy, but definitely fun. I made a lot of friends that I didn't have before and that makes me feel good. Let's see who did I talk to: [Yeah, he's going to list them all.] Roxas, Demyx, Axel, Neku, Josh, Shikamaru, Allen, Cloud, Ishtar, Gaara, Vincent, Chouji, Komui, Sakura, 6, Yuffie, Misora, Ed, Willy, Rufus, England, Yosuke, Reishun, and um...I'm pretty sure that's everyone I got the names of. Sorry if I was a handful. I gotta say, all of you were fun to hang out with and talk to. Thanks everyone for looking out for me too.
Rufus, sorry about your wall - I kinda painted all over it. [Sorry Yuffie, but he's sorta confessing about the secret ninja mission.]
Hey Axel, you still gonna protect us from stalkers? [A cocky grin at that.] And your fireworks were awesome, you should do it more often.
[The grin fades into a more serious look.] Are you okay now, Cloud? And can I ask you a question?
[Private to Axel]
Can you meet me in the biodome?
[/Private]
[Private to Roxas]
Come to the biodome!
[/Private]
09 February 2010 @ 02:20 am
[He is holding an orange and food bar in one hand as he lifted up his faciliberry. The lights of the room flash over his face; an expression caught between horror and confused interest on his face. It is unlikely that Lelouch was hiding in the rec room, what with the obnoxious music that thundered about loud enough to induce a headache, and seizure inducing lights flashing. But despite that, he can't exactly pull himself away from the scene.
What is going on? If this weeks experiment is simply to drive people insane, it is unlikely to fail. There were several people outside in the biodome when he'd gone hunting for something sweet to give Lelouch. Looking at the screen, he likes his lips, and shakes his head.]
Is the point of the music in the recreation room for us to...enjoy it? Or is the point to see how long people go before killing each other?
[He frowns a little, his voice dropping low enough that what his says could almost be missed.] It doesn't seem completely unbearable.
[He pauses, before shaking his head and almost turning away. His voice rises again.] Has anyone seen my brother? He isn't in his room.
What is going on? If this weeks experiment is simply to drive people insane, it is unlikely to fail. There were several people outside in the biodome when he'd gone hunting for something sweet to give Lelouch. Looking at the screen, he likes his lips, and shakes his head.]
Is the point of the music in the recreation room for us to...enjoy it? Or is the point to see how long people go before killing each other?
[He frowns a little, his voice dropping low enough that what his says could almost be missed.] It doesn't seem completely unbearable.
[He pauses, before shaking his head and almost turning away. His voice rises again.] Has anyone seen my brother? He isn't in his room.
Current Location: rec room
09 February 2010 @ 03:09 am
[Loz is looking warily at the video feed. As is the case with Cloud's eyes, the green lenses have lit up a disconcerting red, a fact that doesn't seem to be bothering him quite as much as the condition of what he is wearing:
The leather pants would seem customary, but for the fact that they seem impossibly more snug due to the belts around Loz's muscly thighs and the peculiarly artificial reflectivity of the material]
Uh...I don't really like these clothes the Consortium gave us. Mine are getting kinda...torn up so I thought I'd change but--
[he wriggles, face contorting]
Not very comfortable. An' what's with all the shirts?
[he holds up a neon-green fishnet shir; he himself is shirtless, pale skin the faintest luminescent purple]
You can't wear this stuff-- it doesn't make sense.
[he tosses the shirt; he'll just go without for now. His face assumes a very guarded, serious expression and he sighs with resignation]
Look--I wanna say I'm not comin' after Cloud anymore, alright? It hurts my head listenin' to that all the time an' I know I'm just hurtin' him too. I know what I'm supposed to want an' I still do but I'll wait, big brother. I know how to wait. I'll wait forever until your head stops bein' broken an' you realize how it has to be. But for now, I'm done hurtin' you and I can't keep fightin' your friends. I got other stuff I gotta worry about like lookin' after my brothers who aren't broken an'...some other stuff. So you take your time, big brother-- okay? I don't want any more trouble, an' I don't want your friends hurtin' my brothers anymore, got that?
[he smiles, though it is more of a grimace; On the JENOVA network, there is no trace of deceit, only a sense of surrender and sadness. These are Loz's own words, and he means every one.]
The leather pants would seem customary, but for the fact that they seem impossibly more snug due to the belts around Loz's muscly thighs and the peculiarly artificial reflectivity of the material]
Uh...I don't really like these clothes the Consortium gave us. Mine are getting kinda...torn up so I thought I'd change but--
[he wriggles, face contorting]
Not very comfortable. An' what's with all the shirts?
[he holds up a neon-green fishnet shir; he himself is shirtless, pale skin the faintest luminescent purple]
You can't wear this stuff-- it doesn't make sense.
[he tosses the shirt; he'll just go without for now. His face assumes a very guarded, serious expression and he sighs with resignation]
Look--I wanna say I'm not comin' after Cloud anymore, alright? It hurts my head listenin' to that all the time an' I know I'm just hurtin' him too. I know what I'm supposed to want an' I still do but I'll wait, big brother. I know how to wait. I'll wait forever until your head stops bein' broken an' you realize how it has to be. But for now, I'm done hurtin' you and I can't keep fightin' your friends. I got other stuff I gotta worry about like lookin' after my brothers who aren't broken an'...some other stuff. So you take your time, big brother-- okay? I don't want any more trouble, an' I don't want your friends hurtin' my brothers anymore, got that?
[he smiles, though it is more of a grimace; On the JENOVA network, there is no trace of deceit, only a sense of surrender and sadness. These are Loz's own words, and he means every one.]
08 February 2010 @ 10:52 pm
[ BAM. ] If you don't start acting like -- [ BAM. ] -- a cellphone -- [ BAM. ] -- or something else that can be used -- [ BAM. ] -- to call for help -- [ BAM. ] -- I promise I will bash -- [ BAM. ] -- your little device self into tiny pieces while -- [ BAM. ]
[ Patti called it. Here's Thompson The Elder, and that was the audio clip of her reaction to being stuck in the closet. It could have been a good hiding place.
Could have. ]
[ Patti called it. Here's Thompson The Elder, and that was the audio clip of her reaction to being stuck in the closet. It could have been a good hiding place.
Could have. ]
08 February 2010 @ 09:50 pm
[ Not really amused with all the flashy lights and music, let's not forget the revolting outfits. He took the liberty of destroying the ones he found in his room, hence the shredded mess that could be seen in the background. He sighed and pulled his chainsaw up and against his shoulder, not really alarmed of the sharp edges. ]
Madara, I know your hiding those outfits somewhere! You might as well come clean and hand them over. For those who need to get rid of the awful decorations, I'll be more than happy to do it for you.
Sebastian....We need to talk. ♥
Madara, I know your hiding those outfits somewhere! You might as well come clean and hand them over. For those who need to get rid of the awful decorations, I'll be more than happy to do it for you.
Sebastian....We need to talk. ♥
08 February 2010 @ 10:04 pm
[Private to Duzell//Unhackable]
I'll tell her, meet me outside of her suite.
[/Private]
[Private to Ishtar//Unhackable]
You want to know what Duzell did, I'll tell you. We're coming over.
[/Private]
I'll tell her, meet me outside of her suite.
[/Private]
[Private to Ishtar//Unhackable]
You want to know what Duzell did, I'll tell you. We're coming over.
[/Private]
08 February 2010 @ 11:20 pm
[Link's rubbing at his eyes when the feed is turned on, obviously irritated by this week's almost inescapable and highly offensive lighting. He has, thankfully, managed to hold onto his normal attire, but he looks worn and tired as he moves through the halls. He's been very distracted since learning of Celena's fate after the reset, and it seems he's managed to lose track of Allen once again. Our dear inspector is off his game.]
Walker, your location. Please.
Walker, your location. Please.
Current Location: hallways
08 February 2010 @ 08:05 pm
[The video starts out via accident, the faciliberry's view tumbles at first before it falls onto the grassy ground below with a soft thunk next to a foot. Not that Eddie notices, the roadie is strumming his guitar strings, humming lowly to himself while he does so.
His foot taps making the berry's view shake again, mostly you can see his legs and his guitar resting in his lap, his large hands easily plucking the strings.
Anyone in the general area of where he is will probably be able to hear it. He's warming up, toying with strings, he adjusting things here and there eventually he starts to play 'Kick Start My Heart'. Somehow his guitar is able to mimic the sound, curse those magical guitars, curse them so.
It doesn't take long for Eddie to get into it, grinning widely as he sings a few lyrics, the berry being jostled around until it lands in a bad place.
Right under the roadies foot. The crunch as his foot lands finally breaks Eddie from his rock out.]
Shit! How the hell did it get out of pocket? [The feed times out just as he reaches down to grab at it.]
((Kick Start My Heart can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0Y2g3zO
His foot taps making the berry's view shake again, mostly you can see his legs and his guitar resting in his lap, his large hands easily plucking the strings.
Anyone in the general area of where he is will probably be able to hear it. He's warming up, toying with strings, he adjusting things here and there eventually he starts to play 'Kick Start My Heart'. Somehow his guitar is able to mimic the sound, curse those magical guitars, curse them so.
It doesn't take long for Eddie to get into it, grinning widely as he sings a few lyrics, the berry being jostled around until it lands in a bad place.
Right under the roadies foot. The crunch as his foot lands finally breaks Eddie from his rock out.]
Shit! How the hell did it get out of pocket? [The feed times out just as he reaches down to grab at it.]
((Kick Start My Heart can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0Y2g3zO
Current Location: biodome
08 February 2010 @ 09:31 pm
[Seimei's ears are back a bit at all the decorations, he's squinting against the day glow and having two sets of ears isn't fun when there's music blaring. Seimei twitches slightly but smiles]
Well, this is going to get old very fast, I'm sure. I would like to extend an apology to the little boy who pulled my tail, now an adult, I'm sure.
[Sometimes on his face says that this is very forced, but he's trying.]
I should not have shouted, forgive me.
Well, this is going to get old very fast, I'm sure. I would like to extend an apology to the little boy who pulled my tail, now an adult, I'm sure.
[Sometimes on his face says that this is very forced, but he's trying.]
I should not have shouted, forgive me.
08 February 2010 @ 06:23 pm
These rooms are ridiculous. At least that's all that has changed, right?
( Private to Shibusen students minus Soul )
( Private to Shibusen students minus Soul )
08 February 2010 @ 05:40 pm
[She's standing in the rec room, book under her arm, and is just staring up at the disco ball.]
What is this, theme week? It looks like a bad mix between a overdone rave and how the 70's were in America.
[She sighs and runs a hand over her face, then mumbles mostly to herself.]
I'm staying in the garden so I don't get a migraine.
What is this, theme week? It looks like a bad mix between a overdone rave and how the 70's were in America.
[She sighs and runs a hand over her face, then mumbles mostly to herself.]
I'm staying in the garden so I don't get a migraine.
08 February 2010 @ 06:49 pm
[Video feed flicks on to show... no one. It seems to be resting on a table, looking out into the rest of the room. Which appears to be the Rec Room. No sign of the person who this 'berry belongs to, though, until... A toy pony pops up from behind the table. Followed by a toy giraffe. The pony is frolicking, minding it's own business, when it suddenly collides with the giraffe.
The pony stumbles back and immediately starts apologizing.]
Oh! Mr. Giraffe! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there! Will you please forgive me??
[The giraffe backs up and bows to the pony.]
Oh no! It's not a problem, Miss Pony! I wasn't paying attention to where I was standing! Besides, no one got hurt, right?
[The pony jumps happily.]
I'm so glad! I'm so relieved! Oh, Mr. Giraffe! You're so kind and nice! Let's be friends!
GRR! DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WAS SERIOUS?! GA
[The giraffe proceeds to stomp forward, stomping on the pony as she cries out for help.]
OH NO! PLEASE STOP, MR. GIRAFFE! DO NOT STOMP ON ME!
GRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME! I S
[The giraffe keeps stomping as the pony cries out in distress and hurt. Finally, the giraffe stomps on the pony's head and there is one last, pitiful wail from the pony. The feed cuts out here.]
The pony stumbles back and immediately starts apologizing.]
Oh! Mr. Giraffe! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there! Will you please forgive me??
[The giraffe backs up and bows to the pony.]
Oh no! It's not a problem, Miss Pony! I wasn't paying attention to where I was standing! Besides, no one got hurt, right?
[The pony jumps happily.]
I'm so glad! I'm so relieved! Oh, Mr. Giraffe! You're so kind and nice! Let's be friends!
GRR! DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WAS SERIOUS?! GA
[The giraffe proceeds to stomp forward, stomping on the pony as she cries out for help.]
OH NO! PLEASE STOP, MR. GIRAFFE! DO NOT STOMP ON ME!
GRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME! I S
[The giraffe keeps stomping as the pony cries out in distress and hurt. Finally, the giraffe stomps on the pony's head and there is one last, pitiful wail from the pony. The feed cuts out here.]
08 February 2010 @ 10:53 pm
08 February 2010 @ 09:25 pm
[Roxas is sitting on his bed, thankfully still white, and the walls behind him haven't changed much except that there's a strobe light flickering slowly in the background. The lights are on, and he's still wearing normal Twilight Town clothes, sucking distractedly on a bar of sea-salt ice cream.
He looks pretty content for once. The reason should be evident enough to anyone over the age of 13-- on the left side of Roxas' neck, just above the collar of his black vest, is a small, dark bruise
A small shift- Roxas doesn't seem to notice the mark- and he smiles a bit at the feed, pulling the ice cream from his mouth.]
How is everybody? Sora, Mello, Kadaj, Neku, Demyx? I, uh.... [his expression shifts to sheepish, and a hand comes up to tug nervously at a strand of hair by his face] ...wanted to say sorry for calling people stalkers. I guess I would've been a weird kid.
Hey, Axel? I've got more ice cream still. [There's a sudden note of almost shyness in his voice, and his cheeks are maybe a little bit pinkish before Roxas sticks the ice cream back in his mouth, cutting the feed]
08 February 2010 @ 08:46 am
[He's doing his best to ignore the pounding beat behind him, and the ridiculous lyrics of whatever repetitive song playing overhead. Unable to locate and melt the speakers, he's chosen instead to tune it out.
Having ample experience doing just that with a hyperactive and noisy six year old, admittedly.... helps.
The daiyoukai looks .... uncertain. His brows are pulled together, creasing the crescent moon on his forehead and adding unfamiliar lines around his mouth. When he finally speaks up it's low, grudging, and nearly inaudible over the music.]
Temari.
[A loooong pause. Then his stare cuts away. Curtly -]
You are not ... displeasing, nor useless. For a human.
[It's about as close to thanks as anyone can get from him, but not more than she deserves. He's in her debt and he wants her aware of that fact. He cuts the feed as the song overhead starts to repeat, one eye twitching. A little voice is singing along in the background, loudly.
This will be a long week.]
08 February 2010 @ 09:54 pm
[The video switches on to show only a pair of very bright red lips, which move about in a kind of pout as the owner admires them. Poland is using the Faciliberry as a kind of mirror, with no clue it's on. As it zooms out, you get a flash of glittery blue eyeshadow, with matching mascara. On a man.]
...Totally fab...
[He prances over to the gigantic mirror wall, with the plastic rhinestones over the edges, and strikes a pose, flicking out his hair, which has fake gemstones through it. The white vinyl boots that go to the top of his thighs are equally as tasteless as the sequinned and frilled one shouldered monstrosity that they call a pink dress.]
[Prance, step, prance, pose...]
Oh my gosh, this totally rocks on me~!
...Totally fab...
[He prances over to the gigantic mirror wall, with the plastic rhinestones over the edges, and strikes a pose, flicking out his hair, which has fake gemstones through it. The white vinyl boots that go to the top of his thighs are equally as tasteless as the sequinned and frilled one shouldered monstrosity that they call a pink dress.]
[Prance, step, prance, pose...]
Oh my gosh, this totally rocks on me~!
08 February 2010 @ 02:00 am
Who is up to having a little party? Because I certainly am.
I have emerged from my shame hole and ready to dance.
I have emerged from my shame hole and ready to dance.