who: grand highblood
where: outside of his hive, bldg 2 of the ordo neighborhood
what: come see his thoughts, it'll be fun.
when: early evening, back-dated a couple days back.
style: any
status: open

[ A dark cloud looms over the highblood like a particularly brooding and sulking storm. It shifts and pulses like it's alive, black and dark indigo splotches being its only colors at the moment, but here and there a spark of neon green would cut through the cloud like a bolt of lightening.

It suits his mood, as he's hunched over, sitting down on the doorstep of his current hive, deep in thought. He didn't give a shit about people seeing his thoughts at this point. He had nothing to hide, anyway...except perhaps certain memories of his recent humiliation involving a tranquilizer dart being stuck in him, pumping him with a concentrated bit of sopor. That remains a sore spot in his mind, and he mulls over the conditions and judging by the sudden violent imagery and convulsing of the clouds, he's not very happy right now. ]

Who: Expatriate Darkleer and Marquise Spinneret Mindfang
Where: On the island
When: Evening, straight into the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed

D --> I do hope you are not otherwise preoccupied.
D --> Because I have just finished putting the finishing touches on your request.
D --> Whether you make it or not.
D --> I'm going to put it on the island right now.

Wwho: That big dumb fish Orphaner Dualscar
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open

It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.

More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.

It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.

Weh.

Who: Karkat and Gamzee
Where: Gamzee, Equius, and Darkleer's hive, presently absent the latter two.
When: March 14th, starting around midnight, continuing into whenever.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

( the palest of pale dates )

Who: Nepeta Leijon and Equius Zahhak
Where: Equius & Gamzee's hive
When: During the thought bubble curse
Style:Prose
Status: CLOSED

( Won't you say you're pale for me too? )