Who: Takaya and OPEN.
When: Evening, the 22nd.
Where: The Coral.
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open.

[The last thing he had remembered was pain - pain and the voices of the members of SEES around him. Death was close, and Nyx was coming. She would bring her salvation to everyone.]

[And yet… he feels somewhat damp. That is strange - strange enough that he opens his eyes and looks around. He seems to be in a plaza - but that cannot be. He was dead, even if they had managed to stop her - which was impossible no matter what they believed. No matter how much he wished to make sure her arrival was prepared… he was unable to stop them.]

[At least he would have some peace… though it appears now that he is denied it for the moment. He feels in his pocket, clasping his hand around the pills. There aren't many left. Why would he have need of them where he was going? But in this situation… this could be a problem.]

[He snatches up his gun and shrugs his shoulders, attempting to gain feeling back in them where they are starting to go a little numb and cold. He will explore this place… and find the answers that he seeks.]

Who: Argilla and you
When: Sometime during the day
Where: Near the Plaza, though she's wandered away from it a bit
Style: Whichever, but starting in brackets.
Status: Open!

["Welcome to Vatheon. Welcome to Vatheon! Welcome, to Vatheon—"

The name of this place is about the only thing Argilla's been able to get so far, since she woke up here. That, and a towel, although she isn't necessarily sure what she should do with it until she sees the other newcomers using them. Being wet doesn't really bother her, after all, nor the torn and charred clothing—just as long as the dash of orange is still visible on her skirt, which it definitely is. Even the pain she'd initially felt is slowly subsiding, which she's been told is something she can thank the Coral for after she touched it. That large structure at the center of the city...

But other things hold her interest at the moment—like where this place is and how she got here, so she's slowly exploring. She at least hopes this means they were successful, her and Roland; but she accepts that it's probably unlikely she'd ever find out now.

She'd made her decision. And now...somehow she's living with it.]

Hmm? What is this?

It's...cold.

[It's just about then that she passes by what appears to be an ice cream shop, where a local stops her to offer her a free cone of ice cream. Apparently, Argilla's hair made him think of it—it's perfect for her! Because the first thing you do when seeing a person wet from head to toe (and still trying to dry off) is to offer them ice cream—

Ah. Regardless though, she takes it with a tilt of her head. She's supposed to eat it, she assumes, but it almost feels like it's going to fall off if she moves or touches it the wrong way. Besides, is it...looking at her?

...

The local goes on to explain something or other about the shape of the ice cream, about how it was specially made in the spirit of the Fisholympics which just took place-- but she's really looking for an excuse to leave and explore more.

Come to her rescue?

...Or don't. Whatever. She'll quietly leave eventually—]

Who: Jade and you!
When: July 23rd, midmorning
Where: Ever-loving PLAZA
Style: [brackets gooby]
Status: Open!


[Jade is not a stranger to shenanigans, of course not, her life is made of approximately 99.9% shenanigans. If there was a chemical element for shenanigans, it was probably contained in her ecto-biological makeup...and her ecto-brother's too, for that matter. Must be why he likes pranking so much.

Digressing aside, Jade was still not expecting to be tossed into water and thrown onto the ground! In fact, it was actually the opposite of what she was expecting considering she had just told John they'd be stuck on the Prospit ship for the next three years. Still, Jade's a trooper just the same and--automatic doggy reaction of shaking herself aside--she wasn't going to fuss about being wet.

Nothing can stop her from questioning what's going on, however.]

Hello? Helloooooo? John?

[No answer, maybe she could try finding him with her spacey thing? She closes her eyes to concentrate stretching her subconscious across the new area, but is surprised to find that she's immediately exhausted and has to lean back against whatever is behind her.

Of course, whatever is behind her has assorted spiney things on it and makes her jump back, barking defensively before she's even aware of the fact that A) her energy felt renewed and B) she was in public.]

WOOF WOOF WOO--...oh nooooo. Is that coral? Where am I?

Who: Fina & Ramirez
When: Evening, the 23rd.
Where: She is wherever Ramirez happens to be.
Status: Open to Ramirez


Fina found herself wandering around until she found the building that looked familiar to her in the video of where Ramirez was. She knew that he was injured from the get-go or something of that manner, she needed to help him if he would allow her the privilege. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside with ease, closing it when she was finished.

Afterwards, she started looking in various places for him. She didn't see him at first, Fina had no idea where she was going but she would need to continue looking for him.

Who: Kaito (theinfamous1412), Conan (deductiongeek), and Aoko (ahouko)
When: Backdated quite a bit.
Style: Action?
Status: closed.

[ It was probably a bad idea to let the detective stay at the same apartment with him an Aoko. Strike that. It was a really bad idea. Then again, so was leaving a seemingly seven year old boy to fend for himself. The brat just better not get to close to Aoko. ]

[ He lets out a small sigh and checks his feet for mud of any other undesirable thing he didn't want to risk the consequences of dragging inside. It's probably a good idea to warn the detective to do the same. ]

Oi. Make sure your shoes are clean. You want to make a good first impression, don't you?

Who: Spider and Signless
When: July 21st, 9:00am
Where: A tea shop near the plaza
Style: Like, you know, whatever.
Status: Closed without prior arrangement.

Spider was up a bit early today, excited for his interview. He hasn't had the chance to get back into his game, and his first victim apparently has some sort of messiah complex. Perfect. This bubble might be blissfully lacking in politicians, but he would get bored if there weren't some sort of self righteous bastards for him to take down. Religious nutjobs will do just fine in a pinch. He was going to be careful with this though. His initial invitation was cordial and polite, carefully calibrated to lure in the unsuspecting prey. This was going to be fun. He'll let the guy get his say, give him a chance to explain himself, and when the time was right, Spider would strike down with great vengeance and furious anger. Oh yes.

At the appointed time, spider was already seated at a table with his typewriter in place. A cup of tea was at his side, only used so far to wash down some unidentified pills. He 's watching the crowds for an adult troll that looks just like his protégée. Alright, so Vantas had told him to play nice with the guy. At the very least Spider will give him a chance before tearing him apart.

He has already started to type.

Who: Libertà and all of you!!
When: afternoon
Style: whichever you want!
Status: Open~~

Libertà was asleep on the plaza for quite a while, but even though he could sleep almost anywhere the strange feeling of his clothes being soaking wet woke him up pretty efficiently. He quickly opened his eyes and found himself staring at the scenery before him.

"...What?"

His eyes widened as he jumped to his feat confused.

"Where am I?!" he looked around, then up. He was underwater.

"How...?"

He stared at the view amazed, then ran his hand through his hair. "...Maybe I'm still dreaming?" he nodded to himself. "Yeah, this has to be a dream."

Who: Minako Arisato and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: Wandering through this plaza!
Style: Brackets for me to start; whatever you want to go on.
Status: Open like a store on Black Friday!

[So, Vatheon, a red-headed girl, dripping wet, is peeling off her wet orange sweater in the middle of the plaza.

For some reason, she doesn't seem all that surprised to be here. Nor does she seem particularly mortified to be stripping down to her skivvies in the middle of this place. She does, however, seem very curious about it all.

Expecting to be dead might have something to do with that.

She's found her starfish communicator, though, and is alternately playing with it, trying to get it to work, while looking around and trying to accost locals. They don't seem particularly inclined to help her. Maybe it's the attire.

Maybe you can be of more help...? If you don't go up to her, she'll go up to you:]

Excuse me, but do you have a minute?

Who: Madame Red and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: The plaza, near the coral!
Style: Action to begin with, but willing to do prose.
Status: Open to everyone!

[Angelina wonders if she lost her way in London after Elizabeth Stride. Did she pass out, anyway? She can't remember how she ended up soaking wet in something else than blood... She notices Grell is not around. If she was here, she would be making a scandal of having her red outfit ruined. Angelina's was ruined already anyway.

Fortunately, she still carries a bloody scalpel with her. As she looks around, she realizes she is in a dome underwater. How did she get here, anyway? Where is this place? She can only be wary as she takes a few steps away from the Plaza. Even though her fine clothes are dripping wet, she holds herself in an elegant manner that makes her look sophisticated. Anyone who happens to see her would realize she's an aristocrat. Quite an outdated one, by modern standards, of course. Just before anyone shows up, she manages to stash the scalpel inside her sleeve.]