Who: hexywitch and selfless_stag
When: January 30th
Where: Lily and James' bedroom (*eyebrow waggle*)
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Lily sighed heavily as she headed up the stairs and up to bed. It had been her birthday. Her eighteenth birthday, and he hadn't said a word. Nothing. This from a boy who had showered her with gifts at every opportunity since he'd gone through puberty.

She closed the dorr behind her and leaned against it for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy being slightly miserable for just a moment before she noticed the package on the bed. The package with a bright red bow on it.

Her lips quirked into a smile. Maybe he hadn't forgotten after all. She tore into the package like a child on Christmas morning and discovered a fair amount of gorgeous red silk within the box. She pulled it out and revealed a sleek silk nightgown along with a note. It was from James. Of course, from James.

Who: 420 & bethehugejerk
When: January 30th
Where: Gamzee's kitchen
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[So, it had taken about two ingredient-gathering trips, --two-and-a-half if you counted Gamzee taking a wrong turn and having to have his ass gathered from the pet food isle-- but finally everything they were going to need was set out on Gamzee's kitchen table. It's all there: the ingredients, the kitchen equipment, the tiny ass moirail sure to help Gamzee turn all this shit into the ballest of birthday cakes ever to be constructed by two aliens for their human big-not-sister who happened to be a witch.

Grinning, Gamzee claps his hands, glancing at Karkat for a moment.]

Aight. Lets fuckin' do this shit.

Who: Orphaner Dualscar and Eridan Ampora
When: January 29thish
Where: Dualscar's hive BECAUSE HE NEVER LEAVES, SOB.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Dualscar sipped his tea and gestured to the robot to answer the door, not bothering to get up. He was curious about Eridan, in a distant way. The boy seemed keen, at least, but he'd been living with the rebels. Did he believe in the Signless' ridiculous fantasies, even as a sea dweller?

He'd have to find out if this Eridan was someone he could use, or if he was already damaged beyond repair by his associations.

"Havve a seat, Eridan. Wwelcome to my hivve," he said without turning around, a faint smile on his face. He was sitting on the sofa, leaving room for Eridan to sit beside him if he wished, or he could take the chair. Today he'd discarded his armour, wearing a more casual shirt with his symbol emblazoned across the chest. Nice and comfortable, for a chat between an ancestor and his descendant.

Who: Zelos and Zelda (and anyone else who'd wander by their house?)
When: Early afternoon
Where: Zel residence in Ordo
Style: Prose
Status: Closed unless there's a reason someone would drop by

( Getting an early start )

Who: Shizuo and Vegeta
When: Afternoon
Where: A most unfortunate restaurant
Style: Action
Status: Closed unless you want to witness!

( Time for a fight. )

Who: kivaember and unnoticeable
When: during gilbert's arrival.
Where: canada's apartment.
Style: starting in third, but feel free to switch to [brackets] if you'd like. i don't mind either at all.
Status: closed.


"S- sorry. Orwell doesn't ring a bell. Is he a new writer?" He did sound interested in it, however, as the subject sounded possibly intriguing. On the other hand, it was also something that he could look into later on his own. In the meantime, he was offering him that towel finally. "Right now, I live in Yutopil apartments near Nostalgia Nook. It's quite a nice building, really. We can go there now, if you'd like."

With a friendly enough smile, he waited for a moment or two before starting back in the direction he came from. "The starfish is actually a communcations device around here. It's like a..." There was a slight pause as he looked for the proper word he was trying to find. "Cell phone, I believe. You can talk to people over it like using a regular phone, send them text messages, or even video chat. As a default, however, the thing broadcasts across the network as a whole so everyone can pretty much see whatever it is that you're doing. Of course, you can also hold private conversations over it." He hoped it was a simple enough explanation but sometimes he did have a habit of accidentally making things more complicated than they should be.

Who: Shizuo and Izaya's roommates
When: After his fight with Vegeta
Where: Izaya's place
Style: Prose?
Status: Open to Izaya's roommates!

After his fight, Shizuo could only think about Izaya and how he wanted to prove to the informant that he didn't need him anymore. It was over. Shizuo had met someone who was better and stronger than he was - a challenge. He had something to work toward, now. He didn't need to rely on Izaya's whims and fall into Izaya's traps. He wanted him to know that. He wanted to see the look on Izaya's face when the informant found out.

The original reason for the fight was temporarily overshadowed by this plan.

He showed up at Izaya's place and almost barged right in, but then remembered his conversation with Laharl. Izaya had roommates. So he knocked instead - impatiently.

Who: Blue and OPEN
Location: Around the city in various alleyways
Time: February 1, afternoon
Style: Prose
Status: OPEN

Over the weeks Blue had gotten used to living 'under the sea'. She still wasn't wild about the idea and wanted to go back - to return to Cheza's side - but it didn't seem that was to be. As it was, though, Vatheon wasn't all that bad as far as the wolf dog was concerned. She could roam the city without fear in her dog form - no one seemed to take much notice of the big black dog exploring. Of course, it didn't hurt that Blue was sticking to the shadows.

Blue traveled alone here. It was odd to not have Old Man by her side or to not be running with a pack. She wondered what had become of Toboe - she hadn't seen him since her arrival. In spite of herself she worried about the pup - there were so few of them who felt loyalty to humans.

Curiously, she sniffed the air, trying to sift through them, searching for anything familiar. She was so engrossed in that task that she didn't notice anyone else around her.

Who: Severus Snape and OPEN
Location: Near the coral reef
Time: February 1, early evening
Style: Prose
Status: OPEN

Severus Snape would be loath to admit it but he was curious - curious about the strange reef that he had come to realize he had to touch once in awhile or else he would suffer the side effects he had seen in others. The Potions Master had no desire to pass out or something of that sort so he dutifully made trips to the reef.

On this occasion, though, he was feeling restless. Examining the organism in the past had not revealed it to be anything more to him than a simple coral reef. Of course, he knew his senses were deceiving him on this front.

Adding to his sense of unrest was how little contact he had had with others. As much as he liked to pretend he was able to live without human contact it was something that all humans needed from time to time and he was no exception. He had found himself a comfortable loft to reside at but no real companions or associates. So now he found himself at the reef, his critical gaze mulling over it and his present situation.

who: Sherlock Holmes, Demyx and Muraki.
when: sometime during the night, I spose
location: the lake
rating: PG13 maybe? caution for wounds and Game of Shadows spoilers oops
summary: falling into lakes =/= the best thing for wounds.
style: mm I'll do action but you guys can prose if you want.
status: closed.

( and it's time for a game of 'v! takes these posts too seriously sometimes'! )

Who: Bat!Johnny and Crowley
Location: Just outside the elevator
Time: Morning of the 2nd
Style: Whatever works for you, bb~
Status: Cloosed~


He'd only meant to stay out on the beach till the sunrise...but the sound of the waves had lulled Johnny into sleep. By the time he woke up, the sun was just showing its first rays and already he could feel the burning.

He'd stumbled to his feet and tried to get to the elevator quickly, but he hadn't been fast enough. The purity of the sun's light burned through him and caused his body to dissolve into sand. He was able to press the button before his body melted away completely, leaving only the small, barely palm-sized, grey bat in it's wake.

He couldn't remember getting into the elevator or the travel down and he could only assume the station master was behind it. Now he lay on the cold concrete, barely able to move.

A small, fragile, bat and he was going to be stuck there out in the open if someone didn't find him.