It has been quite the few days, hasn't it been, Vatheon? That conversation appearing on the network --just who had posted that, anyway?-- the experiment and then the collapse of the bubble and the evacuation. It certainly kept everybody's hands quite busy and full. But now that things are looking at little more calm, with far fewer trips needed to ferry things from down in the bubble up to the island, Station Master makes his move, abandoning his post to seek out people. Who? Well, just about anyone. He seems to avoid groups, instead seeking out people while they are alone, whether wrapped up in some activity, or moving from on place to the other. His purpose? Unclear for now, but if you are a foreigner and you are on the island, you may very well find yourself with a sudden Station Master at your side.
How will you respond?
- Tags:!npc - station master, angelo, cielo, dirk strider, guy cecil, honey kisaragi, kamiki izumo, karkat vantas, lloyd irving, minako aino / sailor venus, naoto shirogane
Who: Duke and anyone ever-
When: 4/13 (After no-longer part of Host Club, at least)
Where: Library, on way to library, somewhere shady and reading
What: Duke's actually out of the house! ... and in the library.
[ Style ]
[ So he'd been worrying people by not leaving the house, and since he didn't have a purpose in leaving the house daily - albeit one that he'd been ignoring recently - Duke is out and about today.
Mostly to the library. Even if he had been reading at .. home, and he would just be reading at the library, clearly the change in location was going to mean something.
At least, that was his plan. Hopefully actually going out and about helps lighten worries.
... Even if he casually skirts the hostclub just for reactions. ]
This month the Golden Victory is decorated in a different way than usual. When customers enter, they will be greeted with garden arches covered in roses
before coming inside to see the club has become a beautiful rose garden itself
. All around the garden room are various seats with tea and snack trays
for the customers and larger tables with decorations and having trays of their own
, while the larger tables also have matching tea trays much like the smaller tables
At various spots in the club too, there can be seen long buffet tables (all decorated the same way)
carrying all types of food (from fruit to meat) on each table. For our hosts themselves, they will be dressed as butlers
wearing matching top hats
and colored roses matching their personality with special meanings
. The usual rules
and host roster is posted near the front door for any new customers or old ones looking for their favorites.( current list of hosts )
- Tags:angelo, death the kid, dirk strider, fai d. flourite, faris scherwiz, guy cecil, ioder algios heurassein, maka albarn, rin okumura, ronald knox, serph
Who: Gamzee Makara and Guy Cecil
When: Some hours after Zelda falls asleep
Where: Zelda's house!
Style: I'll match you
With Karkat asleep, Zelda had been gracious enough to take over his task of reminding Gamzee to take his sopor dosages. It was largely a superfluous thing, really --Gamzee had been on the same schedule for ages now and it had become part of his routine, and honestly, how many addicts turned down a dose of their favourite poison?-- but always a welcome little check on the behaviour of a kid who had been known for zoning out so completely he had ended up in a rain shower and only noticed it 15 minutes later. And the first couple of days it had gone a-okay.
And then she didn't text him.
Now at first, Gamzee hadn't even noticed. He led a flashy, busy life (not really) and little details like that often slipped his mind. By the third missing message, realization started to set it. It's a curious thing. Now see, if it turned out Zelda had forgot, Gamzee couldn't be upset with her. Hell, the whole reason he had asked her to do this was cause sometimes he forgot himself. Wasn't any kind of fuckin' fair to hold something your own self would do against someone else. But the thing is... it was just really weird and unlike Zelda. Zelda was always so fuckin' on top of shit, it was like she had taken all the shit, put it in a fuckin' pile and then put her hive on top of that. So for her to miss things, it was...
Well, he could just check up on her, couldn't he? Just drop on by, make sure his sister was okay. She had been all sorts of fuckin' stressed lately, even Gamzee could see that, what with her good bro leaving and then reappearing again without nothing to remember her by, and her flushed brother asleep. Maybe what she just needed was a bro to drop by at her, see what's the haps.
So with that in mind, Gamzee set out for Zelda's house, ringing the doorbell when he got there.
Lloyd Irving and anyoneWhere:
Starts off en route to the elevator, then continues up on the islandWhen:
Morning, Noon, and Afternoon (please specify)Style:
Anyone who tags into the Afternoon runs the risk of being accidentally targeted by a powerful but miscast spell. If you want your character injured, go right ahead! o/ Just please, no character death.( Morning. )( Noon. )( Afternoon. )
: A very young Guy Cecil and a bunch of scary strangers.Where
: Yutopil Apartments and the alleys near the plazaWhen
: Monday morning - afternoonStyle
: I prefer [Action], but I'll match.Status
: Open( This isn't what I remember...! )
[Residents of the lower floor of Yutopil might here a thumping crash from Apartment 1-5 early Monday morning, followed by a loud wail
. That's because one little blonde boy has literally fallen out of his bed and hit the ground a bit too hard. Nothing to truly hurt him in the end, but... well, he is a bit of a coward, and the impact is enough to startle him to tears. What is this place?! Where is he? And now his head hurts and oh no, oh please, what is he going to do
He will eventually wander from his strange quarters, although the outside world isn't very inviting. Every face is strange and hostile, and with what he's just seen and heard he can't help but flinch away. So don't be surprised if you come walking through the plaza and hear the sniffling sobs of a young child, not even a day past five, huddled in the alleyway behind a building, head buried against his knees or hands wringing at clothes of the finest quality (dusted with the clouded markings of soot). He may look like an animal caught frightened in a bright light. But for as much of a man as Mary wants him to be, a stranger is still a stranger, and strangers are still frightening.]
((OOC: All replies will be coming from heirofhod
It looks like Zelos has become enamored of Earth culture yet again and has outfitted the entire club like an American 1920's speakeasy
. Each member of the staff has been outfitted with a 3-piece 1920's style suit
(in the fabric style of their choice) complete with a matching fedora
. Even the ambient music is much jazzier
Per usual the rules
and employee roster are posted near the door.
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 guests are encouraged to get up and dance with their hosts, all the tables having been arranged to each side and the center of the room's floor kept clear for such activities. The bar has its regular assortment of drinks but there's something else called "moonshine" for this theme. 21+ only please!((ooc: Thank you to Umi for this month's theme! If you have an idea for a theme you want to share, please either PM Zelos' journal or shoot me a plurk on reikofanel, thanks!))