Who: Axel, Athena the Vaporeon, and you~
Where: The forest at the hot springs
When: Backdated to Sunday before Demyx and Lea have their happy fun times
Style: I'll match ♥
Status: Open

[Well, he doesn't want to leave the house, but it's better than having to deal with Demyx and his Other's bonding time today. So Axel takes this as an opportunity to wander about find more interesting things in this underwater bubble, starting with the forest that Demyx recommended he go to.

He isn't alone in this trip, however, because, just as Demyx also offered, a bouncy blue Vaporeon is following at his side, her tail swishing back and forth. Occasionally he looks down to check and make sure that she won't, you know, bite or anything, and once they reach the springs he nods at her to which she walks over to leap into the hot water.]

Hm. Cute.

[With a sigh Axel plops down on the edge of one of the springs and feels the heat coming off of the rocks rejuvenate his body and rekindle his inner fire a bit. The water may be hot, but it's still water...so he's not very comfortable going in it. Or taking off his clothes in public. If anyone passes by at all they'll also see his thought bubble floating around his head, displaying convoluted moving pictures of sunsets and a large heart shaped moon rising over the horizon. Occasionally he'll think of Lea's face, too, and he'll see him cuddling up to Demyx or something...and that just makes the images turn to red and fade away.]

Vapo! Vapo!

Mm? No, I'm not coming in. [...But Vaporeon swishes her tail and splashes him anyway. In the water. Now. B|] Hey!

Who: Gamzee and Equius, daters extraordinary.
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you are nepeta stalking.


['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.

But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]

Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.

[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]

Who: North Italy and ALL Y'ALL
What: Siestas and curses
Where: plaza
When: Today, 3pm
Style: both prose and action are fine.
Status: Open like Italy's bakery will soon be.

It's 3pm and like clockwork, Italy has curled up for a siesta. He curled up on one of the benches in the plaza snuggled under a blanket, sleeping on his sketch pad. Normally he'd take a siesta completely naked, but the locals told him it wasn't appropriate. While it didn't bother him, it bothered them like it bothered Germany.

Oh well, he could still take a siesta in his usual sailor-collared outfit anyway. He fell asleep on his sketchpad containing incredibly accurate sketches of buildings in the area. He was still planning out what the shop would be like. (He was just a little distracted by curses and GHB).

Thoughts and dreams floated around him in the bubbles. Most of them contained food (mostly pasta and pizza, though there was some gelato there too). Others contained Germany and Japan.

Who: Eridan & Karkat
What: SURE IS CURSE SHENANIGANS.
Where: Their hive!
When: Backdated to the 11th for curse shenanigans!
Status: Closed like Madagascar in Pandemic 2.

( Trolls and butt-thoughts go together like a horse and carriage. )

Who: Zelos and whoever finds him
Where: On the island at the beach, waaaaaay far down the beach, trying to avoid sharing his thoughts
When: All day and well into the evening
Style: Any is fine
Status: Open!

[This month was already shaping up to be Zelos's worst yet here in Vatheon. Not only had that illness curse knocked him out for way too long, his own stupidity had lead to not only him making an idiot of himself - that he could handle and often did on purpose - but brought to light some things he was not prepared to deal with, so when this curse displayed every single morbid thought or memory that crossed his mind, he decided to do just as his roommate had done and get the hell out of dodge.

Unfortunately, Vatheon is a small enough bubble that the Chosen had a hard time actually getting away from people. The furthest cranny he could find, and thus where he'd rooted himself, was the beach up on the island and so the day finds him pacing the beach, having discarded his shoes in favor of walking barefoot on the sand and idly picking up shells, trying to clear his mind of anything in particular. He's managed to keep his thoughts on the sand and the surf so far, with the occasional thought of Altamira's warm sun or brilliant fireworks.

We'll see how long that'll last.]