Who: Selphie & Tieria
Where: Tieria's apartment
When: Early evening.
Style: Prose? I'm flexible.
Status: In progress, closed.

( Tieria cooking dinner might just end up being a little bland... )

Who: Dualscar, Helmsman, and Signless
Where: Dualscar's apartment
When: Early evening.
Style: Prose
Status: In progress, closed.

Dualscar slept horribly. Without a nice, comfortable recuperacoon, and even having taken the blankets and pillows from all four of his bedrooms and piled them together, he still wasn't comfortable, and it took forever to get to sleep. And then he kept waking up from nightmares - not the usual violent dreams, but nightmares of a painted skull face and the laughter of the subjugglators.

Then when he woke up and stumbled downstairs, he realized he had no food in the house, because he hadn't yet purchased any. The appliances are vaguely familiar, yet frustratingly alien. And everything is horrible, but he can't leave the house to go shopping because the Helmsman and the Signless are on their way, and he's pretty sure he made a fool of himself the night before when he started getting really frustrated, frightened, and tired.

So it was a growling, hungry, snappish sea dwelling troll who answered the door at their knock, glowered at them and then glared at the Helmsman

"You. Get me breakfast." And then, to the Signless. "You. Come inside."

Who: Shizuo and VATHEON
Where: The park
When: Mid-day.
Style: Either
Status: Open!

One of Vatheon's perks was that it wasn't necessary to work; almost everything was free. As far as Shizuo was concerned, however, that was also one of the drawbacks. He missed working. Of course, his track history for holding down jobs was poor, up until he finally relented and became a body guard, a position where his strength came in handy. But that was exactly what left him feeling off. Too much strength and energy, with no where to vent it. It made him feel restless - even more so after Izaya had denied him a good chase. Shizuo wouldn't have wished an attack on Vatheon under any circumstances, but he could not deny that having a reason to channel that jittery energy would probably help him relax.

Without that prospect, Shizuo tried to focus on other things, like keeping track of the happenings around Vatheon and keeping an eye out just in case anything strange happened. Which is exactly what he was doing, walking in the park - trying to take his mind off of everything. After a while, he paused his walk in favor of leaning against a tree and having a smoke.

Who: The not!bros (Shouma & Kanba) and a kawaii stalker girlfriend (Ringo)
Where: Dat plaza place where people show up.
When: Late afternoon.
Style: First because I'm lazy like that-
Status: Closed!

( I am not witty today okay )

Who: Zelda and The Summoner
Where: All over the island!
When: Morning, January 26th
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Sorta closed? I guess anyone on the island can point up at the big fairy troll, but they probably won't hear any words directed at them.

[For perhaps the first time in a female body, Zelda was wearing pants. It wasn't that she didn't trust Lysunder, it was more the idea of anyone on the ground below being able to see right up her skirt. For that reason, she was waiting near the elevator in Zelos's usual clothes, right down to a simple white headband in place of her tiara. They were a bit big, but nothing too severe. She shifts around nervously, waiting for the troll to arrive.]

Who: Dizzy and you, you and you over there.
Where: plaza
When: afternoon
Style: anything is fine
Status: Open!!

You would probably think she was an angel, seeing those wings growing from her back. But wings were not the only thing that made her different from human; she also had a reptile-like tail. A yellow ribbon was tied at the end of it.

She was new here. Soaking wet and confused, Dizzy was looking around in search of someone who could tell her where she was now.

Considering what happened just before she got here, it sure seemed she was getting lost a lot lately.

Who: Colette, Lloyd, and Zelos
Where: Plaza, in front of the coral
When: After this and this. Same day.
Style: Prose please!
Status: Closed to these three

Zelos paced back and forth in front of the coral. He didn't often display nervous habits. Occasionally he would twirl his hair around his finger if he was deep in thought, but generally his posture and movement was relaxed and fluid. Lloyd's arrival, however, had tied him up in knots and he was quite sure it was going to take a very good massage to de-stress after this one. He wondered if that girl from the market, the one with the long fingers, would maybe...

Not the time. 

Really it wasn't Lloyd's arrival so much as where he'd arrived from. Rather, when he'd arrived from. And in a panic Zelos had lied through his teeth to him. Again. His best bud. Zelos told himself it was because they didn't know what could happen if Lloyd knew the future, if it'd change the way he acted and put Aselia in danger of remaining split instead of reuniting, and it was a legitimate reason. It totally was. Responsible even!

Yeah, that didn't help.

Zelos heaved a great sigh and reaffixed his ever-present smile, knowing both Lloyd and Colette were due to arrive any moment now.

Who: Anthony J. Crowley and YOU.
Where: Hanging on a tree in the park
When: All day, man.
Style: Any you want!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR HEART TO TEMPTATION i mean what

[So, Vatheonites and new arrivals, you might be wandering around the park, exploring all it has to offer, when you might come across a tree in the middle of the clearing. For some reason, this area is quiet- no birds sing, no squirrels chatter. The tree just stands there, looking rather ordinary.]


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[And hanging from a branch of this tree is something long and vivid green. A small snake. Which is odd, because if you've been in Vatheon before, you probably haven't seen any snakes around here.]

[It just sits there, red tongue flicking out lazily every so often. Approach it? Try to pet it? Talk to it? See what happens. Crowley won't bite...if you don't make him angry, that is.]

[ooc: Anthony J. Crowley is in his snake form and hanging out in the park, basically, because he is the Serpent of Eden and he does what he wants. And yes, he can speak. Just not yet, because scaring you all is a much better use of his time than just acting dumb. People who can detect demonic powers and such will be able to tell that he isn't just an ordinary snake. B)]