Who: Gamzee Makara (420) & Karkat Vantas (bethehugejerk)
When: After Gamzee figures out Mrs Brisby is gone.
Where: Some frosty ass beach.
Style: This one?
Status: Closed.



It had been reflex, really. He had read the letter because... well, that was what you did with letter with your motherfuckin' namewords on them, right? He had read it and then... just reflex. He had shrugged on his coat, pulled on his sneakers and set out. No thinking, just moving. The fact that his SFC was still on the table was just pure accident. It hadn't been done with no sort of firm intention. While he normally was at least half decent about lugging it along, it was real sorts of hard thinking about the little shit like that with your pan threatening to get its numb on.

The winter wind was cold and prickled on his tongue like salt. It pulled through his loose curls at random --hats, like communicators, were easily forgot-- nipping at the long line of his ears with ferocity. Gamzee had no idea how long he had been standing there just like that. He didn't hold with wearing watches, didn't seem any sort of fair to be locking down time in some little wrist box, but the way his fingers twitched faintly probably did all get its meaning on like it was time to get him to a new dose of slime.

Still, he didn't move, instead just staring out over the ocean.

Who: All of YOU!
Where: In the Vat equivalant of a Mexican restaurant!
When: January 23rd
Style: Whatever you want it to be, bra.
Status: WIDE OPEN MINGLE POST


[Some time ago, Cielo had mentioned this thing called flautas and how Gale needed to try some. Cielo had also mentioned that he knew a restaurant in Vatheon that sold them. For free, like most other things in the bubble, of course.

Yukari had also given Cielo and Serph a birthday some time ago: January 23rd. And what better excuse did Serph need for a big Embryon outing in the name of flautas and birthdays?

Which brings us to a "Mexican" (whatever that means) restaurant in Vatheon, where there are at least 8 people at a table (Cielo, Gale, Heat, Rinoa, Sera, Serph, Signless/Sufferer, Tiir) with a ridiculous amount of Mexican food. Some of it is mild, harmless to the sensitive palate. But some of dishes... the spices on those are enough to make you feel like you can breathe fire after a single mouthful. The horrendous table manners of about half the people there leaves much to be desired, however...

The locals, excited at having so much business at once, decide that other people need to taste the delightful flavours of their cuisine. If you're passing by, the threat of locals forcibly dragging you into their restaurant with other poor saps is very real.]



[ooc: TL;DR A general mingle post centered around Mexican food that ranges from mild to spicy as Satan's balls. There is a very high chance your character has been forcibly dragged into the restaurant by pushy locals. WHATEVER COULD GO WRONG!?]

Who; Mindfang, and open
When; Backdated to yesterday
Where; Around the Marketplace
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Open and ongoing.

The rage of a highblood is always a fearsome thing to behold and Mindfang's anger lives up to that reputation. There's a clear path of destruction in her wake and those that dare to come too close get pushed aside, Mindfang's eyes wide and furious, her fangs bared as she snarls. Any object in her way gets flipped aside, items being scattered off tables and then kicked further away, anyone smart taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of dodge. Or the marketplace as it was.

Anyone who gets close enough might see a glimpse of tears in her eyes, blue makeup smudged into streaks. But then again anyone that gets close is likely to get a punch in the face, so it's a risk most won't take. And so she'll keep on knocking thing over, acting more like a wiggler whose been told no then the long lived adult troll she is.

((ooc; For context see this. For amusement the rampage probably resembles this))

Who; Mindfang and the Dolorosa
When; After her hissy fit
Where; Island
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Closed and ongoing.

Eventually her rage wears her out, fury turning to grief and Mindfang stops. She's broken so much, nails chipping, make up ruined. Her hair is in more of a tangled mess then ever and she can taste her blood from where she's cut her lip. And it hasn't changed a thing, it hasn't forced him to appear, hasn't made him see the light and if anything she jut hurts more then she did before.

And so she leaves, fleeing up to the island. The cold hits her as soon as she gets up there, dropping lower as the sun sinks but she can handle it. She's handled icy water, an her blood is cold enough that she should survive. So she slinks away from the elevator, rubbing a hand against her mouth and smearing blue blood over her cheek.

She'll stay here. At least here she should be alone. And with her communicator thrown aside earlier no one can bother her.

Who: yashiro, anyone else in the area
Where: The Plaza
When: January 26th, as new arrivals are showing up
Style: Starting in prose, will match whatever anyone else wants
Status: OPEN

( Water would cool and soothe my pain )