Who: Sophie, Pascal, Malik Caesar, Hubert Ozwell, Asbel Lhant, Cheria Barnes.
When: Thanksgiving Daaaaay! (so, front-dated a little bit)
Grace's House Graces House
Style: I'm starting in brackets, but y'all can do whatever you want ~
[ Cheria had been extremely busy since the morning, preparing everything they would need for their feast that night. She'd worked so hard on all of this, and it was really starting to become obvious in how tired she was ... it would be worth it, though, right?
When Cheria had heard of this holiday, she immediately knew she wanted to try and do something for it. She and her family had been through a lot in the past year or so, regardless of whether or not it was in Vatheon or in their own world, and she felt that it was only appropriate to celebrate and be thankful for everything they had.
Plus, there was always a good reason to get everybody at the dinner table, right? Cheria tried to stick to the ordinary Thanksgiving traditions she'd read about, food-wise, but she tried to incorporate something that every individual person in their little family liked into the meal as well.
There was a lot of food still in the process of being made. Cheria leaned against a nearby wall, sighing tiredly and wiping her forehead with her sleeve. It was getting there, but there was still quite a bit left to do. ]
Per usual the rules
are posted on a clear sign at the door and below it lies the employee roster. There's the addition of a new member of the staff this month! Not to mention a new notice at the bottom.
Fai D. Flourite (assistant chef and appointments)
Guy Cecil (bartender)
Jade Curtiss (bartender)
Malik Caesar (bartender)
Peony Malkuth IX
Rin Okumura (chef)
Sora and Roxas
Zelos Wilder (Only takes appointments with women.)
Please note that some hosts may be unavailable due to coma.
This month the hosts all are dressed up in costumes of their own choices! Some may be creepy, some funny, and some just might not even try that hard. It doesn't seem like Zelos is policing the outfits all that closely this time around.
Who: Anyone in or near Graces House
Where: Tales of Graces House
When: Early-Afternoon, Sept 17th
[Malik knocks on the door of the Graces house. In the few weeks he's been here he has mostly toured around and met with with his friends. At the urging of Asbel, Cheria, and Sophie - he has decided to leave the room at his favorite inn and move in to the house with everyone else. It shouldn't be too hard - he hasn't accumulated too many possessions yet. Just his trusty bladerang, a small box with some personal effects (which smells quite good), and a few sets of clothes.]
[He looks around as he waits for an answer. Something very strange was going on today. The communicator was filled with odd messages about body swapping. Thankfully he hadn't been afflicted.]
[[ooc: This is a chance for all Graces cast to catch-up and get a chance to talk about recent events as much as it is for Malik to move in with everyone. Hubert has moved out, Sophie has recently been sworded,
Cheria is in a hiatus coma:), anything else?]]
Who: Sophie, Asbel, Malik and anyone~!
Where: All over
Style: Prose or Action, your call!
Malik hasn't been in Vatheon long, but Sophie's still taken it upon herself to show him all the things (that he's probably already seen) that she's seen and done. Of course it isn't just the two of them, but a third, that being Asbel, both father figures accompanying the not-daughter around Vatheon for a tour as she points out various things.
Pausing by a spot in the plaza, she points, "I was sleeping there. That's where Tiger Festival found me." Tiger Festival being, of course, her silver tabby kitten that was currently sprawled across her shoulder, enjoying a ride. She is of course, keeping an eye out for familiar faces so she can introduce her friends (new or old) to 'the family'. Asbel will feel better if he knows who she hangs out with right?
[ ooc: Come and run into Sophie, her two dads and her kitten~! ]
Who: Sophie and
Where: The Island
When: Wednesday afternoon
Style: Whichever Asbel wants~!
[ The flicker of the lantern lights was casting enough of a glow over the beach on the island to see by. Sophie didn't mind the darkness, and she wasn't sure why so many other people did. But with her tonight was her dear friend and not!dad Asbel. Sophie herself had intended to show him what she learned from Ryu, though not...actually..having fishing gear was putting a bit of a bump in that plan. No matter, she could catch them by hand too! Eventually.
But for now, she was crouched at the edge of the water, watching the fish dart to and fro beneath the surface, before she turned to the elder boy. ]
Asbel Lhant (protectingwishes
) and Cheria Barnes (dreamchasing
Shortly after this post.Where:
Starting in Brackets! Status:
Closed[ Since seeing Sophie's post on the network, Cheria had come to realize just what sort of things people might be telling her, and how it affects Sophie's view on things. Of course, Mommy bear as she is, she didn't think it was a good idea to let it keep happening, though even she knew there was only so much she could do herself ...
... but maybe she was just being overprotective. A second opinion never hurt, did it? Even if that second opinion came from the biggest dope on the face of any planet. As much of a dope as he was, though, that dope was still one of her best friends, and she did value his opinion.
She stood in the doorway to the room Asbel was in, leaning against the doorframe for a few moments. She watched him, hesitating to speak ...
But then, she finally did. ]
Hey, Asbel? Could we talk?
Who: Zelos and any host club hopefuls~
Where: Casino ballroom
When: Now until July 4th! (please date your comment)
[A few signs with arrows towards the casino dot the plaza for the next two weeks, announcing Host Club Auditions! in bold, swirling text.
The ballroom of the casino is still mostly bare when any applicant arrives. The far end of the room holds a table, behind which Zelos is seated with a clipboard and two empty seats on either side of him in case his cohorts decide to join him in the screening process. In front of the table is another chair, presumably for the applicant's use.
Welcome to host club auditions~ Show us what you can do!]
Who: Asbel and Hubert
When: June 17th, Father's Day.
Style: I'll switch to whatever you want to use.
Asbel had been sitting in bed listening to and reading about what other residents of this place had been talking about. That had been his only pastime since he’d arrived in Vatheon. At Cheria’s behest, Asbel had given up on trying to leave the house until he was feeling better.
Today he felt much of his former strength return, but he was still troubled. Of the many topics on the network, one in particular cropped up a few times. Father’s Day.
It was only now that Asbel was unable to focus on his duties as the Lord of Lhant that he let his mind wander to his parents. It had been seven years since he’d left home. Even when he’d finally returned to Lhant, he hadn’t had much time to speak with his mother about his reasons for running away from home. As for his father, Lord Aston, the chance to reconcile would never come.
Even as he pulled on his coat and turned toward the door, he could feel his eyes begin to sting.
Who: Asbel Lhant and Cheria Barnes
When: A few hours after Asbel's arrival
Grace's House Graceshouse
Style: Are we going with brackets? :D;
[ It had been a few hours since Hubert and Sophie had brought an unconscious Asbel home with them. Since then, they had managed to get his soaked clothing off of him and get dry clothing on him (with Hubert's help, of course), get him into a bed, and bundle him up. Cheria had been by his side almost the entirety of the time, making certain that his fever wasn't spiking, or that his cold wasn't getting any worse.
She had made one of her rare trips out of the room recently, and returned with a glass of water in case he woke up and needed something to drink. She sat down again by his bedside, brushing aside some of the hair from his forehead to gently place a hand on it, feeling her own forehead with her other hand to determine how his fever was.
... no change, it seemed.
She sighed, sitting back and closing her eyes. She wished he would wake up ... ]