Tiir and vatheon
Backdated to during the curse.Where:
The park.Style: [please!]Status:
Open![It's strange, how someone who appreciates honesty wouldn't appreciate a curse that made one honest—but even Tiir has his white lies, his claims of being okay even when he isn't really. And so, the recent curse doesn't sit too well with him, as he's not too thrilled at being unable to filter his words.
... Especially with what's happened in his world. Although it's been well over a month since his return to Vatheon, the reminder that he'll go back to the same time in his world means that the events that occurred always remain recent to him. It's a lot to think about, though Tiir isn't sure how much of it he wants to reflect over, as it might result in certain sentiments he doesn't want.
Normally, in a pensive mood like this where he just wants to shut his mind down—and, to an extent, does so—he'd go to the forest, but today... Today, for a moment, the memory of Minato goes through his mind, and so for whatever reason, he feels compelled to go to the park instead.
Thus, there he is, sitting by the pond—and throwing bread crumbs in the direction of the ducks, as he watches them feed.
Pascal and HubertWhere:
The Graces HouseWhen:
Saturday, May 25thWhat:
The curse finally strikes the red and blue.*Pascal had been busy as could be since the bubble had been fixed. Though for a while she had considered staying with Hubert up on the Island to have a more permanent safe spot in case of Bubble disasters striking back, she'd decided to move back down, and had to deal with a flooded house ever since. She'd been mostly working on that, and between that and Hubert's work with the Defense Force, they'd avoided running into each other for most of the curse...
Until this particular afternoon, when she slipped into the mostly-cleaned-up kitchen for a snack, and Hubert happened to be there. Whoops.
... Maybe she could avoid saying anything and avoid any embarassing moments! She was trying not to humiliate her roommate, after all. Hu was too nice for that.*
Who: Laharl and anyone!
Where: Between Phasma and the middle district
When: Sunday morning
Style: I'll match~
As dishonest as he normally is, Laharl has no intention of letting anyone use this truth curse against him. The whole week, he's stayed off his SFC and holed up in his room, providing no opportunity to talk to anyone.
Unfortunately, there's a flaw in this plan: since he has no one to cook for him, he doesn't have much food stored in his apartment. He's spent the week living off of snack food and canned tunafish, but now it's gone and this feeling of hunger has set in. He's not used to it, and he can't stand it.
When is it that the fewest people are likely to be out? Morning? Laharl is usually asleep in the mornings, so of course other people should be, too. In fact, the only way he's managed to be out this early is by staying up all night.
All right. He just needs to make it to the nearest restaurant, get food, and go back into hiding. Simple.
Who: Dirk and anyone!
Where: around the bubble, between the Plaza and the Heartvoid house!
When: Backdated to Thursday of the curse week!
Style: Starting prose, but I'll follow you.
The effects of this curse, thanks to some rather unfortunate network posts, have been obvious from very early on. It's irritating to say the least. Dirk isn't a pathological liar, but he's usually in possession of a brain-to-mouth filter. The lack of it hasn't led to any spectacularly horrible conversations, which is his only consolation. Then again, there aren't any embarrassing secrets he could blurt out to ruin everything with his friends. That ship has sailed, after breaking up with Jake.
That isn't to say the curse hasn't had unfortunate effects. Dirk has checked the network a few times too many, and ended up in some unfortunate conversations, so it isn't long before he just sets his SFC aside and does his best to ignore that the curse is happening. A lot of the time he spends doing what he does best, making robots.
Being a hermit for the entire week just isn't possible, though, because some things can't be avoided, and grocery shopping is one of them. So, on Thursday, Dirk can be found headed back toward his house, arms full of orange soda. (One of the inconveniences to his modus's storage system- he can only have one row of each kind of thing. The rest of the groceries fit, but not the soda.) To everyone else, it probably looks like he's just really bad at eating healthy, though they're probably not wrong.
: Saix and anyoneWhere
: The PlazaWhen
: The middle of the nightStatus
: Open Style
: I'll match
He'd been in the process of dying. Saix knows that much.
His mind doesn't usually fool him, not in that sort of way at the very least. Everything had been too vivid to be some sort of- dream. He had been fighting the Keyblade Wielder. He had failed. He'd been on his knees, wondering how everything had gone so wrong
... And now he's here. His brain just can't understand it.
Then again, that might be because of the blood loss.
Anyone passing through at this bizarre time of night who catches sight of him should be able see the signs. Even seated on the edge of the fountain like he is, shoulders hunched, it's clear he's trembling just slightly. His skin is far too pale, and his breathing is just a bit too quick. Even if he wasn't covered in salt water, his skin would be clammy. There's also the fact that strange shadowy wisps seem to be slipping from his body. They're very faint, however, nowhere as severe as they had been before he had been brought here. A slight relief. He doesn't even seem aware of the black little SFC or the shirt it's settled on besides him.
He'd seem a lot more vulnerable if not for the enormous claymore
balanced between his legs, handle leaning against his thigh and the blade against the pavement. It takes a lot of strength to wield something like that...
Approach and hope for the best, or steer clear?
Who: Karkat Vantas and whoever!
Where: All across Vatheon.
When: Anytime during the week.
Style: Action please!
[A curse that makes you say the truth no matter what you want is not exactly Karkat's idea of a fun time. He's not much a liar, no, and his worst secret isn't so secret around Vatheon anymore, but that's not the point. What's the point of being open if it's forced from you? And as outwardly prickly a guy as he is, he doesn't want his squishy inside exposed at will.]
[Unfortunately, as is true for every curse, life doesn't stop just because you're inconvenienced. There are groceries to get, his job at a video store to do, the coral to visit, and his usual sickle practice in the park. He tries to avoid people if he can, oh yes, but there's only so much he can do. Even if he evades them outside the hive, he can't exactly send mental waves to stop them from coming to visit him at home, if that's their prerogative. Ultimately, he's bound to run into more annoyance than he'd like. But what else is new?]
(OOC: This is pretty standard! Pick a place to meet him, and feel free to note a specific day if you have one in mind, though the second probably isn't too necessary. If there's any problem I'll let you know.)
Who: Jake English and everyone else
When: Anytime during curse week
Style: Any! I'll match you!
[You know what sucks the most about being in a coma? Not being able to explore the place you just got dumped into!
Granted, for the first couple of days or so, that grease is still in his hair no matter how vigorously he washes it. How the hell that stuff got into it, he doesn't know and he's not sure he wants to know.
Anyway, this kid can be found looking at everything Vatheon has to offer, both under the water and on the surface. He's a very curious lad, after all!
Jake...also has no idea that a curse is even happening. Yeaaaah, fun times ahead.]