Who: Mr. D (grumpy wine god) and anyone who wants to pester him
When: daytime, current day.
Where: the Plaza but possibly anywhere else in the city, too.
Style: action brackets or prose. Whichever.
Status: Ongoing and open
The longer he was here, and he obviously hadn't been here long, the more Dionysus was convinced that this was his own little pocket of Tartarus. He couldn't remember off-hand how he could possibly have pissed off the Big Three enough to deserve this. Not recently anyway. And never all of them in conjunction. Even drunken gods have a sense of self-preservation.
And yet here he was. Alone. Separated from his wife, his wine, his son(s)... even his overbearing father. He was still somehow in charge of looking after ungrateful half-bloods, and this time there was no Pac-Man to distract him. Even a normal deck of cards eluded him. If this wasn't the eternal torment of the most grievous of sinner, Mr D didn't know what was. Give him a rock to push up a hill any day.
So the displaced wine god did whatever a normal person did in times of great strife... he sought religion. Or whatever passed for religion in this place. He'd heard talk of Lamufao, and it was really only proper for Dionysus to present himself.
(...He hoped Lamufao wouldn't think he was being inconsiderate for visiting while dressed in dark purple sweatpants, purple running shoes, and a leopard-print shirt. And for getting a little lost along the way.)
((ooc: Feel free to approach him in any stage of his "going to see Lamufao" excursion. Open to all!))
A message will appear in everyone's inbox.We're having a special event this time on the Island. Please come when you have the time.
- Station Master( All was golden in the sky... )
- Tags:!mingle log, angelo, annabeth chase, axel, cloud strife, colette brunel, dave strider, davesprite, dirk strider, expatriate darkleer, fai d. flourite, gamzee makara, jade harley, jake english, john egbert, johnny rayflo, kanaya maryam, kohaku hearts, leo valdez, lloyd irving, marceline, minako aino / sailor venus, mr. d (dionysus), peony upala malkuth ix, prince gumball, rainbow dash, rarity, renge houshakuji, saber/arturia pendragon, saix, selphie tilmitt, serph, shinjiro aragaki, tatara totsuka, tavros nitram, tohru honda, yotsuba koiwai, yukio okumura
Serph and YOU!Where:
Near the Forest Quadrant (or on the island, by the beach)When:
The entire curse weekStyle:
[Serph had been put to sleep for nearly a month.
In that time, Sera and Gale had left Vatheon, the coral had been broken and fixed, and the resultant water damage had wrecked the garden that he and many friends had cultivated together. Most of the flowers died from being submerged in salt water for so long, and even the saplings and rose bushes are looking worse for wear. And many of the gifts from his friends have either been washed away or heavily damaged by the water.
Serph's first instinct had been to tear a local apart (he had been hungry
), but he'd held himself back, remembering what he'd told Ky. But the killing of locals stops now
. He doesn't need to eat people. Not any more.
All week, Serph will either near the Forest Quadrant, picking through the garden surrounding his Tribe's base to see what can be salvaged, or up on the island in his demon form
as he returns to the shore after hunting in the sea. He's always happy to talk with people, new and old, though people who know him may find him slightly more forthcoming than usual. But only slightly.]
- Tags:!curse: 43 - unable to lie, angelo, argilla, cielo, heat, ilyasviel von einzbern, johnny rayflo, saber/arturia pendragon, serph, tiir rumibul, walter delques, yukari takeba
Who: Barry and Anyone~
Where: All around the bubble!
When: Anytime during the Event.
Style: I'll match!
Status: So very open~
[ Barry hadn't yet noticed the affects of the curse. If he had he might not have bothered leaving his apartment. For a demon who's very life was built on lies something like this could be quite troublesome.
[ Barry wasn't worried about it though. He was looking for some new meat, someone he could potentially use later that wasn't one of Johnny's friends. Maybe he'd get lucky, or maybe his luck will have run out. ]
Though things are certainly a bit busy, Station Master has decided to go ahead with the welcoming party for the new arrivals. Partially because he had decided to take this task upon himself and he certainly wasn't going to slack, and partially because making things appear as normal was as good a cover as they had right now.
However with how much has been going on, this party is not quite as extravagant as previous ones have been. The location is near to the elevator, on the beach. A large banner hung between two trees proclaims a cheerful 'Welcome to Vatheon'. The long food tables that normally take up most of the space are missing. There simply hadn't been the capability of whipping up the sort of food they normally served. What is there however is a lot of fruit. Fresh apples and pears. Bananas. A few bowls of strawberries and pièce de résistance several large and perfectly ripe water melons. One or two have already been split, the water melons pieces set out on small plates on one big table ready for any to take. Drinks are available too. Fresh water and fruit juices. The weather might not be entirely the best for this kinda thing (though occasionally the sun seems to peek out from between the clouds!) but at least it isn't raining.
But that is not all.
In the cover of the storage building turned bubble reparation headquarters sits C. She has been contacting the people who signed up for catching the fish, asking them to start bringing them to her today so she can start working on the marks. Similarly the people who have signed up for early mark change have been invited too to drop by today or in the next few days so the first step in making sure the coral is returned to proper working conditions can be taken.
[ooc: This month the monthly mingling log is combined with the log for the fish catching + early mark changing. Also, if your character is new but you want them to learn what is going on, please leave a small ooc note on your comment and we'll send a NPC your way. The mingling log part of this post is only on the first, in the afternoon. The fish catching and mark changing parts will serve as a collective point for threads of this nature for this whole week.]
- Tags:!mingle log, !npc - station master, !npc - the cleric, angelo, annabeth chase, aradia megido, dark link, dirk strider, italy (feliciano vargas), johnny rayflo, kairi, karkat vantas, kurloz makara, leo valdez, lloyd irving, marceline, naoto shirogane, percy jackson, prince gumball, saber/arturia pendragon, solf j. kimblee
Who: Johnny Rayflo
Jean Rayfluer and whoever~What:
The 14th Century man exploresWhen:
Monday (Mid morning, on)Where:
Starting in the plaza and working his way to the park (your choice)Style:
[The first thing he was supposed to do when he was lost was gather information...but talking to the people he found gave him nothing but the name of this place, not how he'd arrived here. It was an impossible place, to say the least....and he had a feeling it had some form of witchcraft behind it.
How else did a city thrive underwater?
His second dilemma and, admittedly, a less pressing one, was his attire. He was...indecently dressed and the clothes he did
have on seemed to hang off of him as though meant for a man with a larger build. Seeing as even suitably closing his undershirt (As that had to be what it was, it was far too thin) wasn't getting him anywhere close to decency, the man found a place that seemed to offer him an alternative. All of the clothing options were foreign, but he'd finally chosen a simple, blue, undershirt, and a white overcoat that the resident tailor had suggested.
The one thing he did keep that he'd found on his person was his sword which he tied to his hip, at least there would be one thing of familiarity. Now he needed to explore this strange place...perhaps there was a church here that could help him...or at least offer some form of comfort in a strange land.
When wandering had only led him to more confusion (and a rapidly growing conviction on his first assumption of devilry) he turned his attention to the one thing that seemed most normal: a bit of land full of trees and grass. At least nature never changed from place to place.
His mind racing with impossibilities, confusion, and prayers sent to the Lord for some sort of answer or sign, he went to do the one thing that calmed him every morning and night: his practice routines. Sword in hand, he poured his full concentration into the movements.]((OOC: All tags will be answered by not_yet_adam))
Sola and JohnnyWhen:
In the park, near the edge of the bubbleStyle:
Closed[It's an evening like any other, only Sola doesn't seem to have come back from work in any kind of timely manner. Or in fact, at all. But don't panic Johnny, there's a note on your pillow.
Care to investigate?]