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Who: Denzel and you
Where: Around the Bubble
When: All week
Style: Will match
Status: Open
[Looking for a person to get stuck to with the latest curse? Well meet Mr. Anti Social.
He can be found in these locations and may or may not be watching where he is going or prehaps he had a sudden spazz attack
Denzel can be found in various places in the Bubble all week.
The library. Reading and looking for various books like a nerd.
The University, teaching his Theorical Science class. This week's topic Time Travel!
The Plaza scoping out the coral with a strange device.
That guy in the corner of a resturant, sitting by himself.
Heck even taking scientific items from the Denfense Force.
As well, as his house. Boy, no matter where you touch him he's so boney!]
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Who: Tidus and you!
Where: The beach
When: Midday
Style: Starting with action, but will match it to your preference.
Status: Open
[Whenever he became deep in thought, or unsure of what to do, Tidus found himself back in the water. This time is no exception. He drifts on his back effortlessly, staring at the clouds. What was the point of this place? People kept disappearing. Could anyone really make a semblance of a life here, or were they just bidding their time? Normally, he probably would have just gone out, covered it up with stupid comments and reckless grins. This time, he has something else reckless in mind. Kicking himself forward, he turns and begins to swim out into deeper waters. Maybe if he gets far enough, he can find something out. If not...
At least it feels good to swim. At least that's something he can do.] | |
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☆Who: Lelouch Vi Britannia ☆Where: Lelouch's Apartment ☆When: Daytime, Monday ☆Status: Closed. Peony is invited to tea. [ Of course Lelouch has been watching quietly since he arrived now. One of the first people to greet him had been, by far, one of the most interesting. He'd expected to encounter other people here who held status and title but... not so soon.
Even royalty needed their own vassals, protectors and knights. The hardest part for him had been figuring out exactly what Peony's title was. He could safely rule out he was not a duke, count, viscount or baron due to how he'd seen what was said in passing. Jade, was it? Jade was part of the military from Auldrant, he'd found that out from simply asking -- and the other... Guy. Hn. That was more difficult to say. He knew the least about him.
It was possible that all of them possessed powers that could prove useful to him. However, if he didn't have to waste his Geass he didn't want to; and, if they followed Peony it would be sufficiently easier to have him issue orders for them to follow.
If he wanted to get to the bottom of this God's rule and find a way home he was going to need allies. Allies could not simply be won over with words, however. It was more likely he could get Peony to simply admit who he was if he implied he knew... Well. He'd have to see. That was why he'd offered to meet him over tea, if he wanted to know what sort of person he was (and he felt he had a rough idea at this point). He would need to test him.
He's already gathered his Geass is significantly weaker than it was, he can only cast it twice per week, if that and at great physical strain to himself. Which is somewhat to his advantage, he has no means to make a contact to disrupt it but... having it be in such a state also means that he'll be unable to reach the God's consciousness who holds them all captive. Before he makes a move he needs to gather as much information as possible -- and thus far any citizens he'd attempted to glean it from had been vastly unhelpful. As though they were hiding something and someone had ingrained it in them (maybe even on a subconscious level not to speak of it) which left him with few options.
There are several problems right now with trying to plan... from what he's gathered both living and dead can be brought here irregardless. That would mean disrupting this peaceful utopia for lost lovers, friends and family. None of his own had shown their faces as of yet which he supposed he had been very fortunate about -- all the same. It isn't right that their fates be dictated by any God. Something is wrong with this place but he can't quite put his finger on it.
So he waits for his guest in his apartment, it's clean and well organized. There's a pot of tea and a few pastries sitting out on the table, as well as enough silverware and dishes for two.
Now, come to me, Peony. Let's find out the truth about your identity. You're sure to be a valuable asset to me... All I must do is learn who you are and what you're capable of.] | |
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Who: Disciple and Darkleer Where: Darkleer's Hive When: Current Style: Action Status: Closed (Except for Nepeta to stumble in on) ( Curse Shenanigans imbound. ) | |
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Who: Duke and anyone /o/ When: Any day this curse-week (but for wednesday) Where: Library Status: Open! Pick a day, any day. [ ( Want to get stuck to a hermit? ) ] | |
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Who: Sollux Captor and Eridan Ampora
When: November 20th
Where: A hotel room :3
Status: Closed
[Sollux was busy with Feferi for a while, so it takes him a while to get to the place he chose. By his estimate, Eridan should be there already, but it's possible that his kismesis won't have shown up, or will have left. Hopefully not. He's looking to work off a bit of frustration, and it's been too long since they were last out on a date.
He throws open the door and enters]
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who: the grand highblood + you... all of you!
when: whenever during curse week, mid-afternoon
where: plaza
status: OPEN to everyone - like, every motherfucker can decide to get stuck to him if they want.
It's those rare moments that the hghblood lets himself out of the cave, whether it be for food or for company, it doesn't matter. He's not one to be alone all the time, still not used to it, and enjoys talking, so whether he realizes it or not - getting out of the cave is imperative to his (in)sanity. It's not like he's all that dangerous...well, sort of? He's still a capricious thing, and as long as he doesn't kill anyone, it's all gravy, right?
Right.
So the highblood is wandering about the plaza, scaring off people or getting strange looks, but receiving the nourishment that he's searching for. As long as nobody gives him trouble, then nobody gets hurt. Yes, no troubles at all....
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Who: John, Rose and you!
When: Afternoon 11/26
Where: Around. Shopping for chocolate, maybe for clothes. In the public!
Status: Open!
[[Really, the entire situation was hilarious to her. She had no idea why it was happening, but Rose was not at all bothered by her boyfriend's hand being practically glued to her derriere. And she had no problem taking him out to go shopping like that too.
It was completely accidental on John's part too, which made it even better. John was far too easily flustered and shy to do more than dream of doing something like that at this point. No, he was just lucky enough to be stretching his arms out at nearly the exact same time Rose had gotten out of bed this morning. They'd been stuck fast ever since, and Rose had no problem with using to this to her advantage.
And that is why today you can find Rose in one of the many markets to be found, picking up mostly chocolate items, with John in tow.
While Rose appears calm as ever, John is...well, not. He keeps looking at various spots on the cieling, chewing slightly on his lower lip. Occasionally, he moves a little to try and make it seem less obvious that his right hand is basically glued to his girlfriend's ass, but that really just isn't working too well. His face is more than just a little pink at this point and wow this kid just really wants to go home.]] | |
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Who: Lloyd Irving and Mat Cauthon
Where: Winespring Inn
When: Backdated to 11-24
Style: Either!
Status: Closed
[It's been a while since Lloyd was here. He'd been intending to, but other things kept coming up. Nothing managed to get in the way today, though, nothing happened to make it slip from his mind after the thought came up. He wants to work with metal again, even if it isn't his strongest point. Hopefully Perrin won't mind letting him borrow the forge again.
The blacksmith isn't out there when Lloyd approaches the smithy, though, and the forge looks cold, showing no signs of recent use. Something uneasy settles into his gut when that last part registers, but he dismisses it. Maybe Perrin just had other things to do.
Circling around to the front of the inn, he hesitates for a moment before knocking. Is he supposed to knock on this door? Or go inside and ask? Dammit, he really should have come by this place again sooner. He'll wait for a minute to see if anyone responds. If not...
Well, he'll figure it out from there.] | |
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Ω Who: Vincent and you. (The more persistent, the better.)
Ω When: Midday, Monday
Ω Where: Town Central
Ω Style: Whatever you want~ I do use brackets though.
Ω Status: Open
[Where...am I?
Heading swimming, Vincent puts a clawed hand to his face as flashes of memory hit him in small bursts. Shelke smiling at him -- Omega rising up from Midgar -- Flying in front of the moon, prepared to take the dive.]
Ugh..
[Opening his eyes, the light hits them and makes him squint. I was about to fight Omega...is it all over? Had he failed? No...that couldn't be. If he had failed, then he wouldn't still be alive. Would he? Cerberus was still in his hand and that was reassuring. The hard metal was an anchor to remind him that this was real. If there was a way to find out what happened, he would find it.
Getting up was somewhat painful, but not over much. His muscles felt strained, as though he'd been running for a long time. And ...Great. Tilting Cerberus' barrel down, he watched as water slowly trickled out. He was soaked, along with his equipment. If this was left unattended, Cerberus would rust. He'd need to clean it as soon as he found a safe place to rest.
This wasn't Edge. A quick look around could tell him so. It wasn't Kalm or Junon either. All around him people passed by, calm and unhurried. The buildings were tidy and made of a white material that he wasn't familiar with. Overhead, the sky was a deep blue. A blue that rippled around the sun, far off in the distance. It's water...I'm underwater. How did I get here?]
Excuse me, sir?
Hmm?
[ Blinking, he looks down at the short, elderly man speaking to him.]
I thought perhaps you'd need this. It's always a bit difficult, getting moved to a new place and all.
[ In a small, wrinkled hand the man produced a pamphlet of some kind.
As Vincent took it, the man walked away without another word. Unfolding the pages, puzzled, he frowned down into it's contents. Welcome to Vatheon. Huh. Guess I'll have to take a look around. The question was...where to start?] | |
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