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Have you signed up to go to the ball? Not everyone is going, and they don't have to! But they are highly encouraged to. Whether they have a date or not depends on how they'll be getting there. If they do have a specific date then the car that picks them up will be a regular guard car, and they will be told to get into the back and be escorted that way. The guard's cannot be harmed in their car, there is a metal blockade in the car, so sorry! For those that don't have a date, they'll be expected to get into a limo, taking about six or seven inmates at once! You might find your friends in the limo on the way there, yay!

The guards will take the inmates to a secluded spot on an entirely different island than the main one the prison is on. It's a coliseum, one that's used for special events involving horses and other fun animals. The Warden special ordered a massive tent that covers the entire coliseum, and there are heat lamps scattered about within. It's cold outside, these are a must! Around the perimeter of the tent there are several guards with loaded guns. They're standing about, watching very carefully, and if anyone tries to attack another inmate or tries to escape they will be shot on sight, no questions asked.
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[ Upon arriving in one of the most luxurious "cells" in the F block, one curious thing of note is that Anastasia's room has been turned remarkably upside down. With a little help, most of the furniture, blankets, and draperies have been turned into a pillow fort of sorts.

It looks rather childish, perhaps, but when you're dealing with someone who has cameras in nearly every room in the prison and very much don't have your own construction crew, you have to take precautions to avoid anyone finding out just what the real intentions are and just make certain that they think you're plotting a riot. Anastasia's taken care to hide her extra candies and anything else she thinks might be at risk for being stolen that wouldn't be too obvious to stop, but even with all the hubbub it's clear that this room isn't something that a normal inmate would be able to afford.

Once everyone arrives and settles in around the table lamp that was brought into the fort, Anastasia will be speaking to them as a group and.. not necessarily telling everyone each part of the plan. If there are specific parts that need to only be known to specific people, she'll pull them aside. ]


Before we begin, let me get one thing straight. I don't care what your purpose in joining us is provided it isn't a voice for the Warden. If it is I have no problem lobbing your head off myself, I can afford the penalty.

[ There's a smile on her face for a brief moment before she continues. ]

Some of you will be causing a riot to draw attention away from a few smaller teams. Make it big. One team to take care of the cameras, one will lead a charge into the medical area for an ambush. Once Second is retrieved, Babydoll and I will take Second to an undisclosed location known only to a select few. Before you speak at any point during discussion, you are to state your name and cell number. [ That second part is more important to Anastasia than the names, actually. ] Teams are...

[ And this post is now going to be linked into individual threads. Whichever team you're on, that's the thread you get!

Control Room Team
Infiltration Team
Exit Team
Distraction Team
Open Mingle
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[Ruby's idea of the world could be romantic at times. She believed in heroes, in good, in being able to trust authority figures. Seeing that video this morning, it had really bothered her. Not only was some man tortured, someone in charge had done it, had said they were listening in on them.

After that conversation, she'd needed to talk to somebody, she needed to talk to her sister. So, she would need to go to the cell. When she arrived, her head was down, a small frown in place.]
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[It's still early in the morning and Eren knows the rules. He'll be here for a while, so if he wants things to go as smoothly as possible, best to participate in the performances, earn CP for candy and other items, and do as told. If he does that, everything will be fine.

Fuck that.

No, he's going to put up a fight and he's going to make sure anyone within a 20 mile radius hears him doing the feat.

Also, if anyone walks in his general direction, try to duck before the flying candy hits them. If they're brave enough to continue, they may notice a mass of limbs trying to pry the collar off like the owner's life depends on it.]


GET THIS STUPID THING OFF OF ME! I refuse to perform like an animal beaten into submission! This is a sick game and I won't play along! You can either try to stop me now before I tear it to pieces, or you can get the hell out of my way!

[And now he's...trying to fight them. This doesn't last for very long, before he collapses into a sedated heap with a blanket on his head. Perfect first impression.]
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[ While many of the prison's residents were off cooking their little hearts out, a certain pirate had arrived. Infamous for a number of things, particularly his lack of hand that would normally be replaced by a hook had he not been in this confounded prison, he seems rather less harmful than the ruthless pirate of stories. Dressed in a jumpsuit with the blanket from his cell bedroom over his shoulders and a rainbow of jello shot glasses before him will do that.

He's never had a jello shot before, though. He usually just stuck to hard rum, but he was informed that these had rum in them and they're very strange. Wobbly. Especially not now that he was in prison. No ship, no crew, no revenge, and frankly his ribs were still sore and he heard tale of a number of people he'd rather not meet again here.

Rum isn't the answer to all of his problems, it never hurt.

Well, maybe these did. Hook pulled a face, holding the shot glass up to look at it suspiciously. What kind of alcohol was not a liquid anyway? ]

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