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Who: The Gromble and ~you~ When: Late night, March 2nd Where: The plaza Style: Either Status: Open!
[When The Gromble awakens, the first thing he notices is how wet he is. It's not the comforting sludge of his bed, it's almost like clean water. The Gromble just barely suppresses a shudder as one of the locals approaches with a welcoming kit. He's shocked to say the least when the human walks right up to him and shoves a fresh towel in his face, cheerfully telling him he should dry off before he gets sick. What in the name of the pool is wrong with that human?! Can't they see how terrifyingly hideous he is?
They must be drugged like those strange love-and-peace humans from a few decades back. It's the only acceptable explanation. No sane human wouldn't recoil from his grotesque visage!
Rather than wipe off his protective coat of grime he chooses to toss the towel to the side, red heels quickly click-clacking their way to the nearest garbage can and propelling him inside where he can safely read his pamphlet and observe the sparkling clean plaza. Truly, humans were absolutely unfathomable creatures, who would want to live in a place like this?
He remains there absorbing the information written in the pamphlet (the whole thing sounds ridiculous, really) until someone approaches the trash can. He's feeling pretty cranky, a good scare might cheer him up. He hunkers down, ready to loom at the person. Come at him, Vatheon.] | |
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Who: Burgh and anyone Where: The Plaza What: Sketching with Sewaddle When: March 3rd morning [ Style ] Status: Open
Burgh sat on the fountain within the Plaza with his sketchbook open. Sewaddle was busy staring down at the page he was working on as he often took interest in what his trainer was doing. Right now, Burgh was sketching the buildings and people walking past, trying to create a living world within his book. He often liked to sketch new places and being in Vatheon, had captured his imagination.
"Hey, you like it, Sewaddle? I'm just going to start sketching you in it soon." He gave the caterpillar a grin before going back to his work. He wondered if anyone would notice what he was doing. Perhaps ask to see his work? He hoped as much.
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Who: Dirk Strider When: middle of the day Where: The park Style: Starting with brackets, but your choice! Status: Open! Summary: Events back in his world have left Dirk with a lot on his mind. The best way to deal with that is obviously to beat up something, right?
[It's been almost two weeks since Dirk returned to Vatheon, and it hasn't been the best, to say the least. What's worse is that there hasn't even been a curse to make it shitty. The only problem is him. Because most of it's his fault, really. It's his fault things are still awkward between him and Roxy, it's his fault there are still problems with Jake, it's his fault that Jane's feeling awkward. Somehow. The house has been completely full of awkward, and he's really getting tired of it.
That's why he takes one of his prototype robots out to the park, in theory to test its reactions, but somewhere along the line 'testing' turned into 'beating the shit out of,' until finally it went down in a dented, sparking heap.
As soon as it stops working, Dirk prods it with a shoe, scowling down at the wreck he's reduced his bot to.]
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Who: OoT!Zelda, Zelos, everyone who has any sort of CR with OoT!Zelda, anyone else who happens to wander by. Pretty much anyone, honestly. When: All day Where: A big field in the park Style: Your choice Status: Open! [There are a suspicious amount of balloons gracing the plaza today, all in pink and gold. And not only in the plaza! Bunches of these balloons are tied from the walk in front of Ordo 2 & 3 leading all the way up through the plaza and into the park, a guide for the guest of honor to reach her own party!
The field the balloons lead into is set up with all manner of tables, adorably appointed in pinks and whites with fanciful candies in jars, cupcake pops, and a beautifully ornate birthday cake stands on a table to the side. There's another table set aside for gifts and cards as well, and even a live crustacean band that Zelos hired to provide music for the party.
Best birthday party ever? I think so! So feel free to enjoy yourselves~]
((ooc: So this is a mingle log for everyone to celebrate Zelda's birthday obviously! Anyone who saw Zelos' message on the network a couple days ago is welcome as long as they behave. You don't have to interact with Zelos or even Zelda though, just go ahead and treat it like a general mingle log)) | |
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Who: Selphie, Rinoa, and Friends When: Any time during Rinoa's birthday! Where: Coral Corral Style: Any Status: Ajar (ie - this thread is for Rinoa's birthday, and set at their house. It's open enough that anyone living on Coral Corral who sees/hears the commotion might stop by. And also open enough that (considering it's her birthday) friends of Rinoa can come along and say hi/give presents etc. Just state in your subject line if you want Selphie, Rinoa, or either, or both to reply! Complicated, yeah!) Outside Number Two at Coral Corral, there are many different coloured balloons surrounding the front of the house. Somehow, Selphie has managed to arrange them into an arch over the door. There's a huge glittery HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner across the gate too. It's important to Selphie that as many people as possible know about Rinoa's birthday. Inside, there are streamers and paper chains everywhere. It's the brightest collection of birthday decorations ever. If you're stopping by to say hello to the birthday girl, there's also a table set out with various kinds of cakes, snacks, and drinks (yes, even a small bowl of punch). It's also important that Selphie shows hospitality to any guests in her home. In the morning, Selphie was busy making up some pancakes - one of the very few things she can just about manage. She doesn't believe in waking people too early on their birthday (because sleep is precious and good), so she hopes the smell of pancakes and maple syrup will wake up her friend. Hopefully, too, Rinoa will come to the kitchen first, so that she doesn't see the small pile of presents in their living room.
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Who: Kraehe (Rue) the angstmuffin and OPEN When: Whenever this week Where: Various places Style: any Status: open
a. grief
[ Rue has stopped counting the days. A part of her still stubbornly thinks her prince may return to their apartment at any moment, bowing and apologizing gently. With him she was strong. Without him... she felt so weak. Weak and vulnerable. The Raven's blood still pumps through her veins, still taking her and hurting her relentlessly, turning her thoughts dark and cruel. Her memory isn't clear but at some point she's donned those black shoes once more, turning her back into that person she'd come to despise. One may find her perched upon the roof of the library in solitude, one hand covering her face. ]
b. anger
[ It hurts to dance, but she does so without a partner in a secluded area of the park. There are many expressions in her movements. Grief. Abandonment. Anger. How dare her prince leave her in such a state. How dare he promise a happy life in his kingdom, only to vanish and leave her in a foreign land with no escape? Her hands look akin to raven's claws, tearing at the air. Her strong legs strike at nothing. And her red eyes glare, tear-filled and spiteful. She is not Rue, she is Kraehe. And she takes what she wants, even by force. ]
[[ooc: Rue's powers have turned her to Kraehe, though at the moment she has much more bark than bite, with little chance of there being any real damage done to anyone. Feel free to PM for questions or plot uses.]] | |
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