vatheon
August 23rd, 2012 
fistfullofmagic: (Default)
Who: Dhaos and Ioder
Where: Ioder's residence
When: forward dated to a reasonable hour of the morning
Status: Closed


[He'd only been awake two days, but it was clear enough to him that something was wrong when Ioder had not appeared in Golden Victory yesterday or the day before. The boy had never missed a day of work in Dhaos' memory. While that alone wasn't quite enough to raise a red flag, it certainly was when coupled with the memory of the conversation about the person who had been harassing his coworker. Hence why he was now standing on the young emperor's doorstep, hoping to check on the lad.

Dhaos knocks firmly to make sure he is heard.]

Ioder? It's Dhaos. Are you well?
booyaka_boom: (Curious Headtilt)
Who: Selphie Tilmitt and All!
Where: By a fountain, all wet.
When: Late Afternoon
Style:
Any!
Status:
Open to everyone forever!

There's a girl draped over the fountain; she's lying backwards across it in a way that doesn't look too comfortable. Slowly, she begins to stir and, eventually she's sitting up. Green eyes open wide as she surveys her surroundings and she tilts her head, not really sure what to make of it. Was it a dream? She rubs her hands into her eyes, as though trying to wake up, but she's still sitting there; the small young woman in the yellow dress. For her next test, she gathers her cheeks between her fingers, pinching them, but she only winces, and leaves small red marks on her cheeks.

'Huh... It's so familiar...'

So she's really there, in this new place, but it could be anywhere. The best thing to do, is to go and explore. So she stretches her legs out in front of her and leaps off the fountain, but her legs are wobbly and there's every chance she might not land on her feet.


{ooc: Selphie's back! For her old buddies - Selphie won't remember everything immediately (since memory is an issue with her, and GFs, etc). If you tell her your name, maybe try to remind her of something that she'll likely remember, then she might come around. Even if she recognises you, it may take a wee bit longer for her to remember the relationship you had - ie, how close or not you were. Hope that makes sense! Unless, of course, you're canon!)

 

worldofhurt: (Haaaah?)
Who: Sheen and Vatheon! ...-Zelos
When: Thursday morning
Where: Plaza~
Style: I'll follow
Status: Open!

Sheena Fujibayashi was many things. )
04:14 pm - 001
fightforastar: (back turned)
Who: Tifa and YOU!
Where: The Plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

[Among the newcomers in the plaza this afternoon is a woman in a soaked white top and miniskirt--probably not the most fortunate outfit to show up in, but her attire isn't exactly foremost on her mind. Having obtained a towel, she's currently trying to get her long hair dry as she looks around.

This isn't the first time Tifa has wound up in a city with no sky, without knowing quite how she got there. But she's never heard of this one, and neither has anyone so far heard of anything like Shinra or Meteor. That alone makes it almost too good to be true.

But something very essential to a good dream is missing, the same person who'd been absent when she'd first stepped onto the bridge of the Highwind only minutes ago. Everyone had tried so hard not to call attention to it, but... She forces it out of her mind before she can dwell on it for long.

Right now she needs to learn what she can, so she scans the faces of passersby with the intent of picking out someone who looks like they know more than the somewhat vapid native who handed her the towel.]
sorcery_fledgling: (feather)
[It's the 23rd of August. And one particular Lion is turning 18 today. You know what that means.

BIRTHDAY PARTY!

It's here at last! If you're up on the island near the bay at around 8 PM, you'll see all these damn tiki lamps all over the place. There's also a huge tent set up with food set up underneath it, mainly appetizers and snacky foods. Also, drinks! No booze, although if any is brought Rinoa will tolerate it so long as it doesn't get out of hand.

The main entry on the food table are the three cakes set up, all in the shape of Griever. One is large while the other two are smaller. So there's plenty of cake to go around, thanks to Johnny!

Right next to the food tent is the battery-powered boombox which is blasting all kinds of music. There's a nice stack of CDs on the stand with it, so pick out any music you like and feel free to blare it!

And last but not least, there's a beach volleyball net set up for anyone to play, whether it's one on one or in teams. Or, really, if you just want to smack the ball around. Try not to lose it in the ocean though :(

Like Rinoa said in her post, everyone is invited. She opened it to the whole bubble for a reason. So come on by, even if you don't have a present for Squall, or even know him. Just remember to pester him and say happy birthday~ at your own peril]

((OOC: It's up! Everyone tag in! I'll be putting up threads shortly for the different sections of the party. Seriously though, don't feel intimidated if you don't know the party thrower (Rinoa) or the VIP (Squall). This is a good chance to mingle and build CR, especially for newcomers. Feel free to have them just... wander up to the island and see what all the noise is about.))
lostwanderer: (lost)
Who: Wander and whoever's walking by
Where: The Plaza
When: Morning
Style: Prose to start, will match
Status: Open

In the plaza, it seems that there's yet another newcomer.

...One that looks like he might not have lasted in the process of arriving.

He's lying face down on the cobblestone, soaking wet, dark shadowy veins standing out against his deathly pale skin. His clothing is covered with unidentifiable stains, and he smells like dust kicked up by a rainstorm. It's the very definition of One Dead Human. Except for the small black horns sticking out from underneath his hair.

Finally he stirs, his voice tinged by a dull echo as he groans in the effort of trying to pull himself to his feet. He gets to his knees before he starts coughing, spitting out seawater that's followed by a thick black smoke that settles like dust on the ground.

...Yeah, he's definitely not looking so good. He may need a hand or two.

08:23 pm
pierrotdemonique: ([Dog] ? And a shoe full of rice)
Who: Mephisto and [community profile] vatheon
Where: All over the city
When: Morning to afternoon
Status: Open

[ I'm sure you've seen dogs, Vatheon. Here's one right now. He's a perfectly normal, inconspicuous mixed breed. Toy dog, definitely. There's some schnauzer in there, maybe part scottie, part westie. Could be a kind of poodle. But he's a dressed dog in a polka dotted neckerchief. He's already shaken himself dry, thank you very much but looks to be in need of a rubdown anyway.

He also has a very curious nose.

Like any good dog, he'll be putting that nose to good use.

The coral is his first target. It causes the smallest frown and he sits down to scrutinize it even more. His head turns this way and that and you're sure you can hear the smallest little "hmm..." come from him. Definitely not normal dog behavior.

Anywhere else around the city and he's going to be less suspicious: pawing through things, peering into places, even possibly sitting down while you eat at the cafe in an attempt to mooch a handout.

So Vatheon, when faced with a dog this cute... what do you do? ]
09:05 pm
malik_caesar: (Default)
Who: Malik and Vatheon
Where: The Plaza
When: Thursday, August 23rd, Late Evening,
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: Open

What the…

[ Malik was used to teleportation, he was even used to traveling through aquatic bubbles and landing on new planets, but this was something new. He had stepped into the teleporter to head to the Amarcian Enclave and ended up here, he clearly remembered that part.]

[He blinked. He certainly didn’t remember the giant coral thing standing right in front of him. Or being soaking wet?]

[ Did I get completely drunk and blackout? No, that wasn’t it either. No hangover. His hand goes to check for his mythril bladerang. That was still there. He relaxes a little and folds his arms across his damp chest while taking in the surroundings. A few drops of water fall from his goatee and onto his arms.]

[ Besides the enormous glowing coral, and… he finishes looking up… being under an ocean it seems somewhat normal. He was in some kind of plaza. Was that a sign for a welcome center? With hearts on it? ]

Huh.

[Wherever he was, it didn’t seem too dangerous.]
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