Who: Bro Strider and AAANYONE | later Bro and Ron DeLite.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: The general shopping area in the plaza.
Status: First half is open | second half is closed!
[It's been about two weeks since Bro arrived in Vatheon and he's settling in quite nicely. However, he found there's one thing his apartment is lacking severely. Surely Davesprite won't mind a few Smuppets lying around. And maybe one or two normal puppets, if Bro can find the time, energy and resources to provide them, but Smuppets are so much easier to make and so much more hilarious.
Of course, he still tends to get distracted by all the free shit in the stores and what started out as a quick run for some sewing supplies ended up as a small shopping spree. He's browsing every single store that doesn't require tokens to score things he deems 'useful'. Baseball caps, junkfood, small electrical appliances that can be recycled... A cookbook to leave around the kitchen ironically, because he and Davesprite both know he'll never ever use the kitchen for cooking... And of course, boatloads of fabric, felt and plush stuffing. It's all going straight into the huge pink backpack he's holding. Yes, it's pink. He's waiting to see if anyone will comment on it.
Lil Cal is hanging from his shoulders again because, let's face it. If you're going to do ironic shopping for puppet supplies, you need to bring your prized puppet. That's just common sense. For the final touch, he's whistling the Mahna Mahna as he goes.]
[Once he's dumped all his new stuff and Lil Cal in a corner of the apartment, he sets out to corner Ron DeLite. He figured today's as good a day as any to scare the everliving shit out of this guy and begin the epic vigilante training. As much as he trolled Ron about this hero facade, he's dead serious about toughening him up.
Finding out where Ron lives was so easy it's almost depressing. Of course, being depressed about that sort of thing is what makes it ironic and that, in turn, makes it okay again. The philosophy behind living an ironic lifestyle is nothing to scoff at. Double the ironic depression for the fact that Ron left his window open. If you're going to be a vigilante with a secret identity, you do not leave your window open ever.
So he peers inside from a stategic location atop another building across the street, to make sure he barges in at just the right time. Ron doesn't seem to be doing anything of interest, so the coast is clear. Set phasers to troll! It's only the third floor, he can make it in there with ease. Flashstep, lunge, through the window and touchdown! He's so smooth, he doesn't even make a sound when his feet touch the ground. Of course, he'll make his presence know immediately by knocking on the windowsill behind him.
Sup Ron, Shades¤DeShade is in your home.]
Who: Dirk Strider
When: middle of the day
Where: The park
Style: Starting with brackets, but your choice!
Summary: Events back in his world have left Dirk with a lot on his mind. The best way to deal with that is obviously to beat up something, right?
[It's been almost two weeks since Dirk returned to Vatheon, and it hasn't been the best, to say the least. What's worse is that there hasn't even been a curse to make it shitty. The only problem is him. Because most of it's his fault, really. It's his fault things are still awkward between him and Roxy, it's his fault there are still problems with Jake, it's his fault that Jane's feeling awkward. Somehow. The house has been completely full of awkward, and he's really getting tired of it.
That's why he takes one of his prototype robots out to the park, in theory to test its reactions, but somewhere along the line 'testing' turned into
'beating the shit out of,' until finally it went down in a dented, sparking heap.
As soon as it stops working, Dirk prods it with a shoe, scowling down at the wreck he's reduced his bot to.]
Fucking... stupid piece of shit...
Characters: the jesus duo ie Minato and Joshua
Location: By the ocean. On the beach. For extra prose fun
Style: Prose then, Kat?
Status: Closed, sorry!
Occasionally, when the hustle and bustle of Vatheon got to be too much even for Minato, who tried to keep up with everything he possibly could--
He found himself wandering to the elevator, stepping over to the beach and taking a walk along the sand. It was a pleasant evening; chilly, but that was easily mended with a coat, and he took off his shoes regardless, leaving nothing more than footprints behind him in the sand, even as the waves lapped at his feet.
He wasn't expecting a visitor in the least as he stood, hand tucked into his pockets and staring out at the horizon that could barely be seen as the sun set--
He had a lot of things on his mind now, a lot of thoughts to the people in Vatheon, to his fate, to his Aniki who had loved the ocean so much but was now gone...and perhaps that was why he had searched out solitude on this night.
But he couldn't really remain so solitary for long, right?
Katsu Aoki and Joshua KiryuLocation:
Backdated to this
[Action] because lazy.Status:
[He doesn't really care too much about giving out this information. He's given it out to enough people, and besides, if he keeps it general enough, there won't be any too personal questions. Probably. If his luck held.]
[Unfortunately, this guy seems like he's not going to be so casual about those questions. There's something about him that reminds him of Naoya, and not really in such a good way. Rolling his eyes to himself, he leans back against the bench and waits.]
The island was certainly all abuzz now. The natives mingle around, decorations abounding and food laid out on tables and still being made. They certainly went all out this time, but if asked they just respond “We’ve been granted another year by the great Lamufao.”
Don’t think about it too hard.
Either way, they’re showing all of their gratitude for the foreigners now. Food is being offered shamelessly, good cheer and compliments and thank you’s passing through each native’s lips.
Near the elevator, in an open field, the party is taking place. They nagged and nagged for the foreigners to dress up; if you didn’t, you might feel a little out of place here. But the food and the music are both excellent and dancing is optional, at least.
The beach is a bit more chill. Enjoy the warmth and the water, maybe kick back and have a drink. It’s night time, certainly, but the weather is still pleasant and the sand is warm.
More attracted by the food on those tables? That’s quite alright; there’s food of all sorts from all sorts of places, not just seafood (be grateful to the natives for trying). There are a few Vatheon only dishes, however, for the daring! (Is that more kraken on that plate…?)
And then, near midnight, comes the fireworks. How romantic would it be to exchange kisses at the stroke of midnight under the light of the fireworks? Or just enjoy them with a friend; they light up the sky, pretty and nothing too fancy…though the natives seem to think that they are incredible.
Most of all, have fun, mingle and enjoy the new year!
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