Who: Dualscar and Dolorosa
When: Right now!
Where: A bar with like, music and stuff.
Style: Action
Status: Closed to all erstwhile saboteurs of Dualscar's romantic life.

[Earlier today, Dolorosa had received a box on her doorstep, along with a note.]

Meet me at Club Deep, and wwear wwhat's inside this box. Don't wwear heels that're too high, you'll be glad you took my advvice.

Come alone.

--Orphaner

[Inside the box is a pretty dress, along with gold and pearl necklace, bracelets and earrings to match.

Dualscar is sitting at the bar at Club Deep, a night club featuring a brilliant wall of aquariums, and smooth, slow jazz - perfect to dance to. He can't stop himself from looking at the door every ten seconds, wondering if Dolorosa will take his gift, and show up. He's drinking a cup of some kind of fizzy mixed drink - not too fruity, okay, but sweet - and determined that it'll be the only one he has tonight.

Well, unless she doesn't show. Then all bets are off.]

Who: Czeslaw and YOU
When: March 25th
Where: The plaza or elsewhere
Style: Action or prose are fine with me
Status: Open

[At first he'd thought he fell through an open manhole into the sewer, only it didn't stink nearly so bad. All he knew was that one moment he was running, the next he was plummeting, his body hit by a rush of cool water.

Then he hits the stones of the plaza, the breath knocked out of him more out of surprise and terror than the fall. He pushes up, looking around, frantically pushing the soaking wet hair out of his dark eyes, checking that his cap is still on his head]

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[Later, once he's had a chance to be welcomed, Czes can be found walking the streets. He tries to stay unnoticed, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head down if it seems that he's attracting too much notice. He's been told a lot of things about this city, and he isn't sure he believes hardly any of it.

However, there's a part of him that can't help but stare in open wonder at the things Vatheon has that aren't part of his experience. Despite his efforts to stay under the radar, if you catch him at the right moment, he may have his nose squished to the bubble, or be staring in open shock at some of the non-human denizens of the bubble.]

Who: Roxas, Rin, and Faris
When: March 18-ish
Where: Library
Style: Whichever
Status: Closed

[The library certainly is a lot quieter since the retreat of the harpies. But Roxas has been here a few times during his months and Vatheon, and this level of quiet is just weird.

Trying to not to make enough noise to announce their arrival, he walks up to the entrance and pushes open the door. The quest posting said something about shadow monsters, and he can't help wondering if they'll be facing something like Heartless. Maybe even actual Heartless? He looks around from the entryway, in search of the familiar yellow eyes, then glances back at his companions.]

Who: Gamzee Makara and Equius Zahhak.
Where: Home, bedroom.
When: Just before the curse ends, sunday night.
Style: Prose before bros.
Status: Closed on account of sad.

In general, Gamzee digs curses. Long as he just rolls with them, they always got plenty of miracles on offer and the only motherfuckin' trick to it is just getting your seeing on to them. Not always, of course, never always, but often enough that he can let his sponge let go of the times that are harsh more than chill. If you don't think on it, it's almost just like it never really happened.

And this curse? Yeah, this curse was wild. He had loads of fun with all his bros, got himself some sweet-ass digs the sort he could never even got to dreaming of existing and--

Shifting a little, he pulls Equius' arms tighter around him, his bare face pressed to the side of his neck. He already took his face off earlier, before he climbed onto their relaxation rectangle. He turns his head a little, peering past Equius' jaw at his face, noticing the direction his eyes are turned: the clock that slowly ticks away their last, careless moments of being able to touch, and in response he reaches up, laying one hand across Equius' eyes. "Hey man, don't focus on it, aight?"