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[ Have an Italy wearing something like this (from priest from Fire Emblem: Awakening!) ]Ve, this is a surprise! I woke up with these robes and a staff and potions! I look like a priest or someone from the Vatican. This is fun. I like dressing up. | |
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Who: Grell and Ronald
When: 3/10 - mid-morning
Where: Grell's place?
Style: Whatever works~
Status: Ajar? Closed to Ronnie and Grell but Madam Red can pop in if she wants to.
[ Truth be told, he's been a little distraught the past few weeks. His job at the bar was definitely helping him get his mind off things but that little chat he had with that poor anonymous sod on the network just brought his little problem back up to the surface. Truth be told, Ronald didn't really know where to turn at the moment. Talking to Mister Spears didn't help any. After all, he didn't seem to have a lick of experience when it came to this sort of thing. He had been used to getting accepted, to dumping and only on occasion being dumped but this was something absolutely different.
So on to the one reaper he knew he could go to who at least seemed to know what she was talking about.
It was then that Ronald found himself at Grell's domicile. There's a sharp breath in as he frowned slightly. ]
Here's to nothing.
[ And knocking on the door now. ] | |
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Who: Ronald, the residents of the Villa and anyone who could chance upon him that evening When: 3/10 - late evening? Around 10-11? Where: The villa - under someone's window. Style: Whatever works~ Status: Open! [ Picture it, Vatheon. You're settling down from bed, maybe. Perhaps you've just come back home from a long day of questing. At any rate, everything seems quiet. The rumble of the ocean seems like something to fall asleep to, right? Maybe so.
And suddenly, piercing the night, you would hear this suddenly playing near the Villa. If one were to look, one would catch sight of a rather eager bard playing his little heart out right outside the window of a certain someone at the Villa.
Fat lot that's going to do him, really, but Grell and that anonymous text from a few days ago did wonders with giving him a little hope. But at any rate, what do, Vatheon? Roll over and let the music lull you to sleep? Throw a boot?
At least it isn't bad playing, right? ] | |
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Who: Faris and the Nobodies (Demyx, Axel, and Roxas). When: Monday Where: Library Style: Whatever you want Status: Closed
[Faris emerges from the library after consulting with the librarian. Scratching his head for a moment because there wasn't a whole lot to say. The problem was obvious from all the screeching and jeering the harpies were doing on the roof.]
Try not to steal their tops. [Said to the rogues. Seriously, harpy boobs weren't something he wanted to see. They were bird things. Why did they even need them?] They wouldn't really fit ya right.
Get ready. [Faris then used taunt to lure them down from the roof.
It was super effective! One was lured down, and it was fuming mad! The others will join suit in a couple of turns so they have better finish this one off fast!]
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Who: Selphie and Any Passers By (+ their belongings) When: Whenever over the next few days (even broad daylight!) Where: In the shadows of the plaza. Style: Whatever turns you on. Status: Open Your Purses! The first thing Selphie noticed was that she was able to get out of bed, get showered, and have breakfast without falling or knocking anything over. Next was the outfit. For the next two weeks, Selphie will be clothed in a very tightly fitted, curve hugging, leaving nothing to the imagination black leather catsuit. (No pic, cause you try Googling that and getting a SFW image. I'll let you browse at your leisure...) It's probably a good thing that Selphie has never thought of herself as a sexual object. She's pretty sure that men just don't think about her that way. Otherwise, there would be no way she would leave the house wearing that. Her usual nunchaku was replaced by a whip - but hey, at least she'd tried using Quistis' in the past, so she knew what she was doing with it.
Selphie also noticed her desperate desire to get her hands on some pretty things. Far from materialistic, but Selphie had a hunger from some sparkly diamonds, or maybe some kind of trinket that is difficult to get her hands on but completely useless. So if you're going by the plaza today, you'd best keep your wits about you. Selphie is crouched in a shadow, like a cat ready to pounce, a hood complementing her leather get up, hiding her face from any passers by. But don't worry, whether she slides your bracelet from your wrist, or pulls your wallet from your pocket, Selphie doesn't want to hurt anyone. In fact, she's more likely to charmingly distract as she takes what she wants.
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Who: Death the Kid, Lysunder (The Summoner), Kankri Vantas, Karkat Vantas, Roxy Lalonde, Shiro Fujimoto, Rand Al'Thor, and Dhaos. Also featuring a bonus Dirk Strider.
When: At various times during the curse.
Where: Various locations!
Style: No preference.
Status: Closed. | |
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Who: Stein, Shiro, and others
When: RPG curse
Where: Lots of places
Status: Mostly closed
[Stein is going to attempt to fulfill a variety of quests, while adapting to his new thief skills.] | |
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