Who: Summoner and Signless
When: Right now / late as all hell
Where: Signless's apartment building
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.

Fuck, he's messed up, well, no, no he hasn't, but he feels like he's messed up because damn, when Darkleer had gotten stone cold again like that before leaving, Summoner knew what was happening. He knew Darkleer would just fade away, if not from everyone, then just him and he really didn't want that but it had to happen because he knew, he... He knew what was going on. Still his heart ached and he couldn't bear to be with himself alone right now so he made his way to someone he felt he actually could talk to. Even is Lysunder really didn't want to do this either...

The weight of everything, of what just happened, of his body, of words said, his horns, his pity for someone he couldn't pity, shouldn't, it all came down when his feet finally hit the floor of the balcony outside Signless's room. And this great General felt his knees buckle and he legs shake, and suddenly his whole body shudders as knees hit ground and elbows met the hard surface beneath him to hold him up as he curled into himself. The Summoner wanted to bawl, weep, wanted to feel that release but he dared not let himself as he crouched into himself on that balcony. Maybe he could just stay here and Signless wouldn't notice. And when he finished releasing his woes to the floor beneath him, he could leave, as if never there...

Maybe, he told himself, not folding back his wings, letting them lay over him like a golden orange sheath and sulking limply around him and the floor.

who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
when: round noonish!
location: the plaza
summary: Sherlock Holmes needs information! help a brother out?
style: I do action usually but I'll switch for you
status: open as hell come at me bros

<sub>[today, Mr. Holmes, bandaged and stitched as he is, has deigned it necessary to make his way out on the town - but in disguise. anyone currently tooling about the plaza might notice a scruffy looking man, bent over slightly, with a greasy coat that's been torn at the bottom, unlaced boots, unkempt pants and a greasy hat that's been jammed on his head. everything about him is soaking wet, because Holmes knows the basic fact that everyone shows up so, and he's hobbling around the plaza trying to figure out what else is up.

feel free to come pester him! :3]</sub>

Who: Expatriate Darkleer, Gamzee Makara, and Equius Zahhak; then Darkleer and Psiioniic
When: Right after this trainwreck, and then after that
Where: The highblood household
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

( Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? )

Who: The Condesce, The Helmsman and Dualscar
When: February 4th
Where: The Condesce's luxurious hive which is also Dualscar's
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Condesce lets out a sigh as she stares at Dualscar. He was terrible at this offering things to the Empress even if she didn't ask for it. She found it utterly rude, he should offer her tea even if he thinks she doesn't want it. She wants to be able to say no so she doesn't feel like commonblooded scum, perhaps she'd say something to him later.]

We're having company, if you could call it that. He should be here soon, I doubt he wants to keep me waiting and if he does, he'll regret it.

[With a roll of her eyes and a shrug of her shoulders she stared at Dualscar. This obviously meast she expects him to get the door when her little ship battery gets here.]

Who: Rin Okumura, OPEN
When: February 4th
Where: The Plaza
Style: I'll start prose but I'm fine with either
Status: Oooopen~


New arrivals weren't an uncommon sight in Vatheon. Neither were soaking wet, unconscious new arrivals. But wet, asleep new arrivals? That might be a little more odd.

And that was what was on the floor of the plaza. A soaking wet half demon sprawled out under an equally soaking wet comforter, fluffy-tipped tail curled over his chest, mouth open as he snores.

He has no idea that he's no longer in his bed at the True Cross Academy dormitory.

Dare you wake him?

Characters: RED Medic red_medic, RED Heavy sandvich_good, Italy savemegermany
Location: RED Base
Time: After this.
Style: Starting with prose as usual. Following whatever gets chosen after~
Status: closed

If Medic thought about it, he still wasn't entirely able to fighure out how he ended up leading one jumpy, young male to the base that he and Heavy had spend so much time with to set up. There also was the question how the Russian would react to Italy. Or how Italy would react to Heavy. He surely would find out soon enough, which only summoned forth an entirely different question: Did he want to find out?

The German opened the main entrance to the building once they stood right in front of it and quickly looked around, keeping his eyes and ears open for a sign of his colleague "Heavy? Are you zhere?"

Who: Shelly and Rhi'a (gun_symphony)
When: Throughout the day
Where: Bookstore
Style: Either
Status: Closed

[Given their privileges in the city, the bookstore may as well be a library, and that's inevitably what Shelly has ended up treating it like as she pulls out a book to inspect its front cover. She flips through a handful of pages before returning it to the shelf and moving on. Pity. Nothing's hooking onto her.]

There has to be something . . .

[She turns to Rhi'a.]

Find anything of interest?