vatheon
July 5th, 2013 
12:55 am - 18
asea: (88)
Who: Walter and anyone
Where: Island
When: 5th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open

[The change is gradual and starts with faint discomfort when it actually affects him. The onset of something more severe begins much later.

Walter glimpses the network between then: I believe this week some of you might begin feeling a little chilly if you don't have physical contact with someone. He throws the communicator aside after that, and ignores the clatter of the thing against a table as he folds his arms.

He endures through Thursday, but by Friday, his senses have dulled and he doesn't quite see it or his paling complexion.

Something compels him to visit the island that morning. His gait on the way is more languid than that of his usual march, and he moves with a deaf ear to his surroundings, his inattentiveness being cause for the rare bump (or close call) into another denizen of Vatheon. But he cares little for the error and moves on without so much as a glance when it happens. He's strong yet – there's nary a stumble throughout the whole ordeal.

When he reaches shore, Walter sits where the tides reach. Perhaps it is against his better judgment, but his mind is a haze and why should he not sit there in the seawater? It belongs to the sea. He belongs to the sea.

His head rolls to the side in a fit of exhaustion, his ear brushing against the fabric of his attire. He's tired. Odd, considering he has neither fought nor trained recently, and he should be accustomed to a few hours of sleep; but he's tired nonetheless, the feeling reminding him of another time . . . a time he can't recall . . .
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terranullius: (pic#6394550)
Who: Terra and whoever wants to meet him
When: current, evening
Where: the Plaza
Style: I'll start with prose, but I'll follow whichever. But beware the tl;dr.
Status: open

there are so many worlds out there besides our own )
01:28 pm
detectiveprincess: (Default)
Who: Naoto and YOU [Open]
What: A freezing detective
Where: anywhere in Vatheon (I.T. logs done near/around/in the agency)
When: During the week
Style: I'll match

Why is the world so cold? )
darkasnight: (13)
Who: Villa people + Guests
When: Anytime
Where: Da Villa
Style: Action or Log, go wild.
Status: Open

[So there's that cuddle for warmth curse going on for a few more days, but that aside all seems well inside the Villa. For now.

Anyways, who doesn't love a mingle log? Party poopers, that's who.
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