Who: Ella and anyone!
When: Morning
Where: Plaza
Style: Any!
Status: Open!

Ella hadn't expected to wake up in a strange place, soaking wet and recognizing nothing around her. Her last memory had been leaving the finishing school, talking to a baker and buying some bread, focusing on getting to the giant's wedding on time so that she could find Lucinda.

Only now she had a sinking suspicion that she was so far away from the giant's lands that she had no prayer of arriving before she was an old woman, least of all before the wedding was over.

Ella sat up, pushing her wet dark hair off her forehead, trying to find anything in the surrounding area that would spark some recognition, some memory. How'd she end up here? Was this a new ogre trick? Ella had never heard of them being able to twist their persuasive tongue into creating illusions, but then, would anyone have lived long enough to share that piece of information? Ogres didn't leave witnesses unless they were forced to.

In which case she could even now be sitting in a pot waiting to be boiled, or tied to a tree as they argued over who would get to eat which part of her. Feeling herself start to panic, Ella pinched her arm, as hard as she could, until she felt her nails break the skin and she couldn't take the pain anymore. That had felt real, but...

She turned her head and spotted her carpet bag, dripping into a puddle, and hurried over to it. She felt herself start to panic even more, despairing at the state of her soggy food and silently begging that her book--

She opened it to the middle and found the words unsmudged, printed as perfectly as ever, the illustrations as colorful and clear as when it was dry. Relief made her sigh, clutching the precious tome tighter.

"Can you show me a map of the area?" Ella flipped the pages but no clue presented itself, no hint as to where she might be. Pressing her lips together she closed the book and put it back in her bag. What now?

Who: Johnny Rayflo and You
When: Evening
Where: The forest
Style: Whatever you want~
Status: OPEN /o/

[If one were to wander through the forest they might just find a man, shirt unbuttoned and shoeless, in a clearing with a thin saber in one hand. Artfully, almost like a dance, he twists and turns, swinging the blade about with the skill of a knight captain from days gone by.

To those who know the vampire, the serious expression may be one that seems unnatural considering his usual, smiling, face.

Johnny is lost in his own mind, thoughts spinning wildly and out of control as his body goes through familiar patterns.

Will you watch? Join? or interrupt? Whether he'd admit it or not...he could use the distraction.]

Who: Zelda and Shizuo
Where: Shizuo's place
When: Evening, January 28th
Style: Prose this time~
Status: Closed unless your character would show up at Shizuo's place!

Zelda had spent the day helping to organize Vatheon's defense effort. She had also been attempting to bake a cake for Shizuo's birthday. The second task was difficult for her, princesses weren't really expected to cook for themselves and when she had been hiding from Ganondorf... baking sweets wasn't really a priority. It took her a few tries to make a presentable cake, but before the sun set entirely she was satisfied and headed over to Shizuo's.

She knocked at the door with her foot since both her hands were occupied, smiling brightly when it opened. "Happy Birthday!"

Who: Vegeta and allll~ of Vatheon! He's so cuddly, come on!
Where: The plaza
When: Evening, January 28th
Style: Either, starting in prose because I kinda liked my sample and I'm lame.
Status: Open like the door Vegeta just blew open.

Vegeta, prince of all Saiyans, was lost. His scouter kept telling him that it was out of range and he felt the urge to crush the damn thing, but that could turn out badly if he was far enough from another habitable planet that he would need someone to pick him up.

No, it was better to survey his surroundings.

This place was nothing like the pathetic planet he had been sent to enslave. They certainly didn't have technology advanced enough to build a city underwater, and - he jumped just to test it - the gravity was lighter, here. He fluffed his tail up in irritation. If he had no idea where he was, he couldn't be too forceful with gathering information. There was no way to tell who had favor with Frieza. He would have to play nicely.

"You," he barked at the nearest person. "What is this place?"

There. Perfectly nice. He hadn't even hit them.

Who: Chie Satonaka and everybody else ever