Who: Gorthan and everyone!
Location: the Plaza.
Time: Today, during the day
Style: Prose or anything you like, really.
Status: As open as can be.

A deep, roaring voice echoed throughout the Plaza.

"ZOSTER! What is the meaning of this?!"

The newcomer - a tall duck with violet skin and a head of blond dreadlocks, clad in an elaborate turquoise robe embroidered in gold - held both of his hands at his sides, his long-nailed fingers - four on each hand - curling up as if he was itching to use them to choke somebody. Fury quickened his breath and wrinkled his features into a terrifying mask. He may have been a duck, but those within his beak were definitely teeth, and oh, how he he was gritting them. His hair and one of his best robes... were completely soaked! That simply had to be Zoster's doing. That incompetent scientist never knew how to do anything right. Truly Zartas, the Beacon, was right, when he warned that a great leader should never trust the scientist class.

"What is this?! And WHERE AM I?" he yelled one last time, before... well, before he started noticing the details about his new surroundings.

The architecture of the buildings, so similar to that of those cities he had conquered during those fateful few months not too long before. The physical traits of the passers-by, which he associated with an extremely rare (due to the planet's resistance), yet rather efficient kind of CoolFlame... And, lastly, when he finally looked up... that blue. That shade of deep blue that he could see overhead... he recognized it. It was... the very same thing that, in an instant, had convinced him to give up on the complete destruction of...

... Earth.

"I'm on Earth..." he muttered quietly to himself as he looked up, his lower beak dropping open and his blue, pupil-less eyes widening as they stared into similar blue.

... But he didn't recall any underwater cities, unless there was something his generals had neglected to tell him, which was entirely possible. "No, that cannot be." he muttered to himself again as he shook some of the water off his long hair.

Seeing somebody approach, he approached them at a solemn step, standing very straight, with his arms folded over his chest. "Excuse me. I demand to know what this place is."

Who: Feferi and Nepeta
Where: The Plaza & elsewhere
When: January 26th, midday
Status: closed

[ There was something about meeting all her friends over again that was strangely exciting for Feferi. It shouldn't have been so strange, meeting someone you already knew, but she got the idea that those who had been here longer were almost different trolls. There was so much to re-learn about each an every one of them! And when she had never been able to meet some of them in person, well.

Deciding it was probably easier to meet in a place she was already familiar with, she messaged Nepeta early and asked to meet up at the Plaza, confident in finding her way back there. She was sure to leave early anyway, and arrives with time to spare, bouncing from foot to foot in anticipation as she waits. ]

Who: Silver and Uesugi Kenshin
Location: The park
Time: Today
Status: CLOSED

[Silver grimanced as he stumbled back, lowering his blade as the practice session came to an end. At least he was, somewhat, still standing this time. Though not for long as he dropped the blade and fell back onto the grass with a small sound.] -- I think I'm getting better.

[... Maybe? Silver really didn't know, but he thought he was. Either way, the spar had been a chance to work out some of the frustration he'd been feeling over A Certain Thing - more so as it wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be. ]

Who: Summoner, Tavros, and Everyone
Where: The forest, specifically Summoner's tree house and camp
When: January 29; Afternoon
Style: Any!
Status: Open

[Summoner has been spending his entire morning cleaning up the camp grounds and getting it ready for setup for the picnic. Tavros seems pretty excited about this idea and that's showing to be contagious. The orange blood clears out sticks that have fallen, makes sure the fire pit is ready if they wish to use it later in the day, wood is stocked. He removes a few wood tables from his sylladex and puts them in various places, covering them with table clothes, leaving a large open space of grass for any various games Tavros wants to get up when he gets there.]

[Soon Lysunder moves into his hive to start getting food to prepare, just general setup before he can really get things done. He's made sure to have a lot ready, meat as well. Summoner's better that cooking seafood so he has that too, but he's made sure to have a lot of options. Lysunder doesn't want to do too much now though, he'd rather have Tavros help, and well, anyone else that has the interest in doing so.]