Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
When: Afternoon
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
Status: Open

[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...

[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]

Who am I?
Two four six oh one!

Who: Sola and Psiioniic
Where: Signless and Psiioniic's hive
When: Backdated to the day after this. (22nd I guess?) Mid-afternoon.
Style: Action or prose, idc
Status: Closed

It had barely been any time since Izaya and Laharl had woken from their comas when Sola found out that Signless had succumbed to one of his own. He felt as if he had failed somehow, not realizing when Signless had fallen asleep on him in the plaza while waiting for Karkat that there was something more afoot, not that he could have known, but Sola had come to regard Signless as family, as a father, and being unable to do much was weighing on him. It seemed his whole life was stagnant. Waiting, watching, wishing there was something to be done but knowing it was someone else's job and not his place. At least now, after Ion and Signless had calmed him down in the aftereffects of the curse and let him know that he was loved, Sola had the drive again to search for a purpose, but it's a shaky, uncertain thing.

But he has to do something. Signless is his friend, his mentor, someone so important.

He knocks on the door, having gotten the address from the residency listing and found with very little surprise that Psiioniic lived there too. It's a pleasant thought; Psiioniic is calm, patient, and knows a great deal. With a pang, Sola half wishes he had asked to move in with them instead, but he is still generally happy living with Izaya, Ion, and Laharl, even if he and the demon prince tend to butt heads on occasion.

Sola knocks again, wondering if Psiioniic's not home to let him in. Maybe he should have called first...

"Psiioniic?"

Who: Tavros and Nepeta
Where: Their hive.
When: After this conversation.
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.

( Will I consider myself a failure? Will I give up? )

Who: Sephiroth and any in vatheon
Where: Ranging from Plaza shops, an unnamed hotel, and then the park.
When: Early afternoon leading into early evening, where he'll be running across Ruca here
Style: Any
Status: Open

( Read more... )

(ooc:Feel free to meet him while he's getting towels & dry clothing, while he's headed into or from the hotel or even in the park.)

Who: Ruca and anyone else!
Where: park
When: early evening
Style: staring in prose but anything is fine!
Status: OPEN
( breaking through with a sword )

Who: Expatriate Darkleer and Summoner
Where: Summoner's camp
When: Sometime in the afternoon
Style: Prose?
Status: Closed

D --> Lysunder?

Who: Lea and Demyx
Where: That carnvial
When: morning and on?
Style: Any
Status: Closed!


_{[With hope that Axel kept his mouth shut as far as surprises went, Demyx was going over everything in his head for the day. Or at least, he was trying to. It was a little hard to get any thinking done with his Dancer popping in and out of the house for confirmation on the list of donuts, but he wasn't really upset. He liked the company. The 'distraction'. It kept his nerves at bay. Light, please let this day still end on a good note--even if Axel spoiled his plans or if something blew up outside.]}

So... Whadd'ya wanna do t'day? I dunno if y'wanted to hit the carnival up this mornin' or later on.