Who: Villa peeps and friends
What: idk man i feel like we've done this a million times it's just random friends hanging out
When: Sept 15-21 whenever (Discovery Channel Curse)
Where: Soul Eater/Ao no Exorcist joint living space
[So it's shaping up to be the end of the world, Vatheon's grand experiment is coming to a close, and plans have to be made for future fights.
Also like, everyone has animal parts.]
Who: VILLA PEEPS AND YOU
When: Curse 42 week shenanigans really
Where: the Villa
Style: whatever you want
[ It's about that time again! More open log stuff at the Villa. Residents, friends of residents, and random passers by are all more than welcome to join in on the shenanigans. Go nuts kids. ]
: Stein and ShiroWhere
: The VillaWhen
: April 2, connected to this post
[Stein has the opportunity to conduct an experiment. It has been a while since he was able to work on something with potential, something that won't bring the combined wrath of Shiro and Marie down on his head.
Holy water is just that experiment.
Who: People who are at the Villa for whatever reason
Where: The Villa
When: today, the 26th
[This is an open Villa log for anyone who wants to do stuff at the Villa.
If you want something specific to go with, Shiro left dishes of booze all over to try to get Kuro to come home, so it's possible that someone might stumble across one of those. Shiro is trying to clean them all up, but he might have forgotten where he put them all.]
Who: Dr. Franken Stein, Pip the Eevee, and you. Also some ducks.
When: Today, Feb 12th
Where: Around Vatheon.
What: Pip will never manage to figure out that ducks and other small critters aren't Pokemon.
[Pip hatched from an egg that Death the Kid found in the fridge in the Soul Eater cast's villa about a year and a half ago. Somehow, he still hasn't quite figured out that the non-humans here in Vatheon aren't Pokemon for him to fight with.
And for some reason, Pip has been in a mood to pick fights recently. So, if you have an animal, or if you are an animal, or maybe if you're a troll, there is a (slightly pudgy) fox-like creature suddenly attacking with a jumping tackle.
Alternatively, Pip is trying to fight ducks using that same jumping tackle. The ducks are not very amused. Some of them run off, but then Pip goes after a goose. The goose is almost exactly what he was looking for in an opponent, though it's not very good at taking turns.
Dr. Stein is being very responsible and keeping track of the Eevee.
Actually no, he's just taking notes on Pip's behavior and watching in amusement.]
Who: Dr. Stein and you!
Where: The plaza
When: Right after his arrival! (Tuesday, Jan 29)
[There are some people who don't mind getting soaked to the skin. There are some people who do mind it. Stein is one of those people who acts a bit like a wet cat, removing his lab coat and shaking it out, carding his hands through his hair and trying to flick out the water, and making an annoyed expression at the general wetness involved in arriving in Vatheon.
This does mean that the tall, scarred man with the metal bolt stuck through his head is not exactly looking where he's going.]
Who: Dr. Franken Stein and Anyone
Where: The Plaza
When: Evening, September 30th (backdated)
What: Another new arrival (at long last!)
Style: Prose preferred but we can do action, too
Maybe it was the lighting, Stein thought, as he stared somewhat blankly at the screen of his desktop, at the new design he was devising, a replacement headbolt to counteract the increasing bouts of madness he was experiencing. Marie had been after him to "cheer up" his living space, adding more lights and hints of color, and while he was inclined to think her suggestions were just her being her usual optimistic self, she might be on to something.
Maybe it was the effect of Asura's madness: anyone already susceptible to madness was a prime target, and he fit that profile a little too well.
Maybe I'm simply working too hard, Stein thought, leaning back in his swivel chair, taking off his eyeglasses and kneading his brow with the backs of his wrists. He'd practically been living off cigarettes and inspiration the past few days and even with the kind of control he had over his body, he needed something more substantial.
As he pulled his hands away, the shadows of the lab seemed to ripple and hiss for a moment, before snapping back into silence. Maybe it was just pressure on his eyes, or low blood sugar.
Tea, make himself a pot of tea and be done with it, he thought. He pushed his chair away from the desk, propelling it across the floor toward the kitchen.
Pushing the door open with his elbow must have taken more energy from his momentum: he felt the chair catch on the metal strip on the threshold and tip over backward...
He expected to hit the floor with a crash, but he felt the fall continue as he dropped, first through empty space and then through water...
...Folk passing by might find a tall man in a white lab coat, drenched to the skin and lying on his back amongst one clump of coral, a tipped-over roller chair to one side among another clump.
"A fall like that... should have rendered anyone unconscious..." he notes, stunned.