Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless and Psiioniic
Where: Dualscar's Hive, Ordo 1
When: After his date with Jade, the same day Psiioniic arrived.
Style: Proseish
Status: Closed

The date had been good, though Dualscar was still left with uncertainty about whether Jade was really interested in him in a flushed way. Then again, Jade had seemed so very fascinated about him as a person, so that was a good sign. Still, humans: so confusing.

So he's in a good mood as he trots up the steps to his hive and opens the door, humming softly to himself, his fins open and relaxed. Now it's time for him to join Signless in the pile he'd constructed for his poor, pitiable moirail, and tell him all about his date. Maybe Signless will have some more insight to share.

"Signless," he calls out quietly as he enters, moving through towards the main living block. If Signless is asleep, he doesn't want to wake him.

But the sight that confronts him when he turns the corner makes his fins flatten, then rise in irritated challenge. There Signless is, wrapped around another troll in the pile that Dualscar made just for him.

"Wwhat's this?" he says, hissing more than he quite intended to.

Who: Selphie and anybody else ever in Vatheon ever.
Where: On the island beach, in the rain
When: Early evening
Style: Any
Status: Open!

Selphie had been back in Vatheon a little while now, and the place felt like home again, if a little different. Memories were beginning to come back to her - that is, they were triggered by things she saw or ate, or smelled. But that was weird, and she felt like her friends had moved on without her while she was gone. On top of that, one of her best friends had been tortured and injured, and Selphie hadn't been able to stop it, or to help her, or to do anything. In short, Selphie was in Vatheon feeling at a lose end; lost, and a little bit useless.

She'd decided to take a trip to the island, give herself time to walk things through in her head. She hadn't expected the rain though, and she glanced up with a bit of a sigh, holding out a hand as though testing that the rain was actually there, and actually making her wet. It was. But Selphie continued to wander along the sand anyway, stopping every so often to pick up a pebble, sand dollar, or something, and either skim it across the water, or just plain chuck it in, watching the ripples.