Who: Hayner and anyone Where: The Plaza When: Wednesday morning or afternoon (you pick) Status: Open Style: Pick and I will follow
[The Island’s weather getting cooler and the rain going on and off up put a damper in Hayner’s plans. He had been thinking of filling the light house up with these plastic balls to give a certain Gargoyle something interesting to wake up to, but he wasn't sure how it’ll be up there. And he didn't want to risk dragging in mud to where his acquaintance slept.
Instead he decided to opt to sticking to the comfortable and rain free city under the sea.
Who: John Egbert and you! Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has When: 10/17/12 Status: Open Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.
Who: Ky Kiske and Open! Where: The island When: October 17th, late afternoon What: Ky might have gotten drunk with Zelos, and now he's going to sit in the sun. Style: Use what you're comfortable with. Status: There might be attempts at hugs with CR where there wouldn't usually be, since Ky is a cuddly drunk.
[Ky knows better than to try to do a patrol of any sort when he's drunk. It's the only firm time he'll willingly relieve himself of his duties, and for that reason it doesn't happen often, hasn't happened in the nine and a half months he's been in Vatheon. Now that it has, it feels kind of pleasant, like he's letting go of everything that's happened over the past month.
He takes himself to the island, where the sun feels wonderful on the fur of his ears and tail -- the parts of him that aren't human, he reflects -- to sprawl out on the ground on his stomach and bask it in, for a little while. He's more than open to conversation if anyone comes upon him, although for now he's actually quite self-content, one hand absently petting his own tail while he watches the water.]
Who: Dhaos and you! Where: the park When: Wednesday afternoon to evening Style: starting with [ ], can switch to prose Status: open
[If anyone were to wander the park today, they might glimpse a rather unusual sight.
Many worlds tell tale of the creature known as the unicorn. They tell of its majesty and purity; a being that is the symbol of innocence. It seems that the cures has deigned to transform a certain individual into one...from the waist down. Yessir, Dhaos' torso seems to be growing out of the neck of a white horse. The only tip-offs to his status as a unicorn are the rather lion-like tail, cloven hooves, and the fairly small (but quite pointy, as the shirt he had ruined in a failed attempt to put some sort of clothing on would attest) horn sprouting from his forehead.
He appears to be playing with some assorted wildlife at the moment. Bother him?]
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