Who: Kaito Kuroba Shinichi Kudo? (kid_in_disguise/theinfamous1412), and YOU
Where: Coral Corral, House #1 or outside it if you want.
When: Mid-day February 29th.
Style: Anything is fine
Status: OPEN!

[ If anyone cares to recall, a few days ago there was a new arrival decked in a white tuxedo, top-hat, and monocle going by the name of Kaitou KID. Somehow... he seems to have done the impossible and vanished. Not an easy feat when you're wearing such bright and easily spotted clothing. Maybe he actually did escape the bubble. ]

[ The truth is that Kaitou KID has taken up the identity of the also recently arrived Shinichi Kudo. He's taken up residence in Coral Corral and started to set up camp to the best of his ability. He's even installed a new name plate with the name 'Kudo' engraved into it. ]

[ If you are neighbors with the boy you'll find he's very busy and always going in and out and moving furniture. Not too unlike what he's doing today. He's hauling a few barstools into the house and to do this he's left the door open- ]

[ It become immediately clear that he's been doing some kind of renovating as there is a tarp hanging above a place for a door. He's not anti-social, though he might frown pretty heavily at you should you enter his house without permission. But, if you want to say hello or ask him some questions go right ahead! ]



((ooc: As a side not--Should he hear any kind of music- Kaito will start dancing as that is his 'sickness'))

Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless, Expatriate Darkleer
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.

Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.

The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.

Who: Zelda and Zelos
Where: Their house
When: Backdated late morning, Feb 29th after Zelda absconds from this
Style: first person prose
Status: Closed!

This week really isn't going Zelos' way. His throat hurts, he aches everywhere, and he's pretty sure he's done more sleeping in the past few days than he has the entire time he's been here in Vatheon. At least the massive spa-style bath downstairs helps. The steam from the hot water helps open up his throat even more than the medicine Zelda got for him yesterday, something he thanks his lucky stars wasn't actually poison or something. He does't trust anyone from the clinic, not if they work with that deceptively sexy nurse who took a friendly booty call for an invitation to try and rearrange his internal organs. No thanks!

He sighs and brings a hand to his forehead, making a face at the feel of his own pruned fingers. Maybe he'd been in the bath too long. The Chosen climbs out of the tub and drains it, hitching a towel around his waist before heading out in the hall. Zelda probably wouldn't be home for awhile so why not take advantage of it by not having to dress in the bathroom for once. The 'no wandering around the house shirtless' rule was annoying, but he tended to follow it. Whenever Zelda was actually home at least.

But she's not, so he starts towards the stairs just in the towel, wondering if he's feeling up to going out and getting heat packs for his achy muscles.

Who: Kanji Tatsumi and YOU.
Where: Cozi Corner restaurant.
When: Right now. About 10 minutes after he woke up from hiatus-induced sleep.
Style: [ Action! ], but if you're more comfortable with prose, I'm cool with that too.
Status: Open like his bathhouse, man.

[ Upon awakening from one of the most comfortable slumbers he had ever had in his entire life, Kanji realized two things. First, his room stank something similar to moth balls stuffed in closets that were already centuries old to begin with. Second, his stomach growled like you wouldn't believe; it even shocked poor old Kanji.

He was almost ready to admit that he simply had a metabolism faster than he was aware of. And that his thirty minute power nap used up all of his three-course meal's stored energy. He was almost ready to admit that.

But then, Kanji saw his SFC, and the current date that it flashed on its little screen. ]

[ After a few healthy, and unexpectedly original!, shouts and curses into the air, Kanji also realized his roommates were not around, and the kitchen was empty. ]

[ Hence, dear passerby, this image of Kanji currently sitting alone inside Cozi Corner, three piles of plates and bowls speedily increasing in height next to him. His gaze is fixed on his food, which kept on coming from the kitchen like an assembly line. The chef glances outside his work station once in a while, looking frighteningly worried. Still, he continues to serve Kanji's orders. Speaking of... ]

[ The boy man in question wipes his mouth with his forearm and burps slightly, before dropping the once pristine white bowl on top of the second pile of dirty dishes. It may or may not have been the home to the largest order for chicken curry. He exhales heavily and waves towards the kitchen. ]

Yo! Can I get an extra order for pot stickers, Chinese shrimp and leek fried rice, miso soup, and barbequed pork meat buns?

[ He pauses. ]

Oh, and uhh, add five more orders of egg rolls! A-And crispy noodles, if you still have 'em!

[ Kanji rubs his hands together, then chugs down a cold soda. He grins as soon as he finishes his cup. ] Phew! See, stupid-cursed-bubble-city? You make me fall asleep for nearly two months and you unleash the beast! Damn, I. am. starving! C'mon, chef! BRING IT ON!

[ In his excitement, Kanji bangs his fists heavily against the table, making it wobble violently. The piles of dishes next to him end up dangerously close to the edge, but otherwise stay still. Hooboy.

WHO WANTS TO JOIN HIM FEAST? HE HAS THE BEST TABLE MANNERS, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. ]