Who: Equius Zahhak and Gamzee Makara
Where: their kitchen
When: Friday, during the wrath curse
Style: wrathful
Status: closed

Equius woke up this morning feeling... off. Everything is just a little too bright, a little too noisy, and he finds himself gritting his teeth and trying to keep a lid on his temper. He should probably go see Nepeta later today. But first, breakfast.

Which was going fine until he got out the jug of milk to pour on some cereal, and it exploded in his hand, raining shards of plastic and milk everywhere.

Great.

Just. Flipping. GREAT.

Who: Ghirahim and Vatheon
Where: EVERYWHERE. Just make a note of where in your comments!
When: Friday. Wrathday.
Style: prose to start, will match
Status: open

It should have been like any other day in this bizarre undersea city. But it very much wasn't. Not for Ghirahim. The moment he woke up he was consumed by it... A fire in his blood and his mind that set at least five different fuses on fire. It didn't take them long to go off.

Ghirahim's temper had always been volatile, but this... this was an all-consuming rage and hatred of everything--everyone--around him. He hadn't even bothered to keep up the pretense of being something akin to human. His first victims are in the plaza. With sword and flying daggers he lays into the common people of Vatheon, his metallic skin soon covered in their blood. Normally this ends his impulse. A release from the anger that consumes him.

Instead it only makes it worse.

He lashes out again. And again. Someone tries to knock him out with a glass milk jug to the head. He whirls and slices the man open from groin to sternum. He's dead before he even hits the ground. "Such delicate...mortal...easily broken creatures. What is so special about you?! Hm?"

There's no answer, of course. And still, there is no release from the violent fury that's taken hold of him. He departs to find somewhere besides a now-empty plaza to vent his anger, leaving an easily-followed, bloody trail in his wake.

((ooc: Ghirahim is heavily affected by the wrath curse! Consider yourself warned--if you do put your character in this thread there is a strong chance they will be killed unless they can fight back to some degree. Of course, no actual killing will happen unless we talk it out first. Hit me up on Plurk or AIM to discuss!))

Who: Fina & Ramirez
Where: where Rami is staying
When: August 31


( On the search again. )

Who: Nico and Vatheon
Where: Plaza & aerial surroundings
What: Song, dance, & feathers
When: August 31st
( Your time to shine, don't wait in line / Y vamos por todo )

Who: Atem, Vatheon
When: Friday afternoon (Wrath/Humility day)
Where: Plaza, towards the Casino
Style: I'll follow
Status: Open

( DUN DUN DUNDUNDUN DUNDUNDUNDUNDUUUUUN )

Who: Dualscar, Darkleer, Summoner
When: Thursday, midday
Where: Darkleer's house
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

[When Dualscar woke up this morning, he found he just couldn't stop thinking about the drunk encounter with Summoner last week.

Of course, it's not like he hadn't been spending a lot of time thinking about it, anyway. But today it was like a burrowing worm in his thinkpan, chewing and squirming and working its way in agonizing circles.

Finally he knew what he had to do.

And so he finds himself at the door of Darkleer's hive, knocking like a gentleman, though his eyes are a little more wild than normal. He just can't stand that Darkleer has him - in fact, that he has so many things, and Dualscar has nothing. Something has to change. It's just not fair.]

Who: Yuugi, Atem
When: Sloth day
Where: their apartment
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

At first, Yuugi just thought it was one of those days where it was hard to get out of bed.

But no, it was one of those days when your sloth was so intense you didn't plan on getting out at all, no matter how hungry, or bored, or whatever you happened to be. Though, an idea had crossed his mind, and he wasn't sure if it would work. It was worth a try, though...

Managing to pull his wrist up, he called Atem.

"Other me."