vatheon
November 27th, 2012 
02:05 am - [Open]
behind_my_smile: (Surprise - side view)
Who: Fai and Johnny and Barry, Fai and YOU!
When: All during Stuck Week
Where: Fai and Johnny's apartment, then out on the town!
Style: Will match
Status: OPEN! (1 thread is closed inside)

After his encounters with Barry, Fai needed to get out of the apartment. It had been a long start to the week and already he knew that the road ahead was going to be rather long and dangerous. So once he knew that Johnny was going to be okay..or as okay as he possibly could be given the situation..Fai headed out to get some supplies for the apartment.

As he walked down the street, Fai looked up at the bubble. Unfortunately, walking like that means that eventually you will run into someone..and currently that was a particularly bad thing to do because of the random curse that seemed to be going on.
02:19 pm - Lunch time stick
bootsweremadeforcasting: ({Why is He Smiling?})
Who: Jade Curtis and Orphaner Dualscar
Where: A little cafe in the bubble
When: Monday the 26th
Style: Prose or action, whichever
Status: Closed

After the interesting and informative dinner with Dualscar last time, they'd decided on a second time to go out and lunch at a little cafe was decided. So, Jade's sitting there with a book, enjoying the time to himself and away from any responsibilities while he waits for the other to show up at the time they'd actually designated.
03:40 pm
chainedpromises: (I wonder...)
Who: Namine and YOU!
When: Early afternoon 11/27
Where: Most likely near the shops or fountain
Status: Open!

[It's been awhile since Namine has been out and about. So today she's just kind of wandering around Vatheon with no destination in mind. If it wasn't so chilly, she would sit down and sketch a little bit. But she finding out the hard way that when it gets cold, one should not wear a sundress.

But! Nevertheless she still decided to walk around. How harmless could that be?]
fragmentedlove: (in the words and the whispers you sing)
ღWho: Lucrecia Crescent and you my dears!
ღWhere: Town Square
ღWhen: Evening, Tuesday
ღStatus: Open! PS: I don't mind two on one convos because of the curse going around! She hasn't been affected by it so you're safe!

[Dreams.

Dreams carved into her like memories. They were... memories, weren't they? Sharp fragments, long forgotten shards that shifted into place and fused as though they'd never parted -- reflecting out like smooth cut glass, feeling warm only after you'd grasped it in your hand for a time. And so very much had slipped away. Images of the son she'd never once touched, the man she'd never been able to show her love to, the people whose fate had been altered by her own... they are seared into her mind. Branded. Like a wound that will never fully scar over.

Between that war torn terra and the people affected by her sins... she had still struggled to atone long after her body faded away. Even if she begged for forgiveness (and she had) it could never be fully obtained.

Vincent had been the one to bear all of it, shouldering it by himself as though it would crush him -- not daring to even let it past his lips. (Old embers burn there, flickering like dim candlelight against stone and mortar, it's cold but... even nearing them a little can't hurt, can it?) How long had he kept all his feelings locked away like that? She wasn't afraid to admit anything anymore... as long as he survived, as long as he was a whole human being and remembered his love -- then, surely he'd continue on. When they meet again (if they meet again) she assured herself she'd say what she should have said all those years ago without hesitation.

But there's a chill that passes through her. As if being beckoned by the cold her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first as she tries to grasp what it is that's happening... why is she waking up?

I'd only wanted to sleep an eternity... free from the pain. Have I been summoned back to the planet...?

She sits up slowly, hand moving to her chest as she represses a shiver. She's thoroughly drenched, her cheeks flushed, looking less like a statuesque Greek tragedienne and more like a woman who was late for her wedding day in the middle of a rain storm. She looks around herself, seeming less panicked (not as serene as she did while sleeping) than she should, brushing her hands against her SFC and then picking it up to stare at it (looking both surprised and perplexed by it). Then she notices the small welcome package... She reads through it quickly enough. Vatheon...? The more she digests what she's skimmed over the more anxious she becomes. Looking up from the brochure, she folds it and pulls herself to her feet. If she was here... was there also a chance that Vincent was too?
]
08:40 pm - 13
asea: (10)
Who: Walter and Tiir, and you
Where: Plaza
When: 26th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open

[It's a fine morning in Vatheon, as per the usual, and Walter is out and about, crossing the plaza to the coral. He stops before the local deity, then raises his left hand to reach for one of its tips.

Meanwhile, Tiir also happens to be making his usual trip to the coral—though perhaps atypical in this case, as he doesn't often run into Walter while doing so. For a moment, he pauses, recognizing the boy immediately.
]

Ah, it’s you. You look well.

[Glancing up, Walter only gives that silent indication of having heard Tiir before returning his attention to Lamufao. Despite being mostly ignored, Tiir simply smiles, as he's used to Walter's dismissive attitude by now. Seeing as how Walter's presence hasn't bothered him before, he continues moving towards the coral, reaching out to touch it.

The top of Walter's left hand glows past his sleeves; likewise, Tiir's own marking glows from underneath his sleeve. Glancing at it, Tiir moves to pull his hand away from the coral when the tips of his fingers seem to brush against something—but it's such a minute detail, what does that matter? As he tries to move, however, he finds himself being pulled in the opposite direction as his hand twists at an odd angle. Similarly, the weight of Tiir moving the other way draws Walter back, his hand outstretched behind him.

Oh.

And before anyone knows it, there's a splash and the fountain is occupied with a torso full of Tiir in the water, choking for breath, while Walter, still dry, pushes himself up and off of Tiir's chest—though getting out completely proves fruitless when their fingertips are stuck together.
]

( ooc: Tagging order is you → Tiir → Walter! )
sylphauxiliatrix: (Needlework)
Who: Kanaya Maryam, many others.
Where: Kanaya Maryams Storefront For Commissioned Ragripping And Seamstressing With Display Space For Artistic Clothing Creations
When: Throughout this week, literally any time of day or night.
Style: I can match, though I do like those fetching braces. ][
Status: Open!

The door states the posted hours of this fashion boutique, the odd choice of opening one hour after sunset and closing one hour before sunrise... And yet the shop has been open quite a bit more often than that. Some days it hardly even closes. Kanaya has been throwing herself into her work lately, perhaps overdoing it a little. Just about any time someone comes in, she'll be in the back, slaving away on some new dress, or suit, or maybe even a hat. She still hasn't quite mastered the art of haberdashery, but that hasn't dissuaded her from trying.

Here is a more or less updated description of this shop.
outtatime: (Default)
Who: Marty McFly and [insert your character here]
Where: The Plaza
When: From Wednesday through the end of Curse #36 {Your choice
Status: OPEN TO EVERYONE! C'MON DOWN!

[When Marty first heard about being "cursed" in the Bubble, there was this feeling of uneasiness at the back of his throat he couldn't ignore. I mean who wouldn't? When he thinks of a curse, he thinks of seven years of bad luck with a dead-end scenario he can't escape from. Wait a minute...

But he swallows that uneasiness whole and continues to press on. That is until he butts heads with said curse by being glued onto some stranger earlier in the week.

Now there is an air of caution he carries along when venturing about but Marty ain't scared of being stuck on another person. That would just be silly. Inconvenience sure but not enough to push him off the deep end to saturate his body with oil, wrapped whole with saran wrap. He just has to be a little careful about where he is walking.

What better way than going carefully headfirst into a highly populated area? The operative word here being carefully. He's got a plan. Play his "guitar" by the fountain side (really a broken guitar he was able to pick up from the garbage side that is still out of tune) or staring at the different chotchkies from the various shops around here.]
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