Who: Pyunma and anyone
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Style: Either
Status: Open.

Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.

But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.

Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.

Who: Axel (flared), Roxas (coolerthansora), and anyone else they would have invited to this little get together... which is everyone. Except Saïx.
Where: Axel and Roxas' apartment
When: Evening of the 7th (Axel's birthday shhhhhh), during the cold curse
Style: Either
Status: Open~

This curse makes having a get together quite easy... but why just have a get together? Axel sees this as an opportunity to upgrade that– so after a few messages to invite people, he sets out and gathers some of the necessary things for the best sleepover ever. Axel's secretly 12.

He and Roxas technically just live in a two bedroom apartment, but with some pushing to get the couch, TV, and coffee table pushed to the wall, there's more than enough room in their living room to fit at least five or so people. That's a good thing, too, since they'll all need to be as cozy with one another for the duration of the week. ... It also helps that Axel is a personal space heater, so.

With sleeping bags, hundreds of pillows, stuffed sharks and starfish, and all sorts of snacks scattered about, this is totally going to be the best night ever. Scary stories, s'mores, movies, pillow fights, hide-and-seek, ice cream on the roof– Yeah. You don't want to miss this.

((ooc: There's not gonna be any specific threads, but feel free to start your own and threadjack/thread amongst yourselves as you see fit~ You're free to assume that if your character has had a thread with Axel or Roxas in the past, then they were invited and can find a place on the floor/their beds to crash. Except Saïx. B|))

Who: Kurokocchi and ALL.
When: afternoon, 8th.
Where: Near a restaurant around the Plaza.
Style: I'll start with prose, continue with Action in brackets.
Status: Open to ALL.

( I hope you'll notice me )

Who: Albert Heinrich and Walter Bishop
Where: Forest quadrant
When: Evening of the 8th
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Despite his general quietness on the network in wariness of being peered at by the powers that be, Albert does check it quite often. In the case of today, he'd stumbled across Sol's post in regards to science and mentally flagged the post as useful. After all, when you're a cyborg far from your maker, repairs tend to be a little difficult to make should they be necessary. His attention is caught not by the mechanical scientific knowhow but by another topic. It spurs him to send Walter a brief message, an invitation to an evening's walk through the trees. Nothing suspicious at all.

He has certain things on his mind though, in light of recent information that he's gathered. Not information about the bubble, but that about the future of his own timeline, about the fates of his friends, and he suspects - given Walter's line of work - that the aging scientist can help.

Albert waits for Walter to arrive on the edge of the forest quadrant with a lit cigarette in his mouth, hands deep in the pockets of his overcoat, and hopes the man can give him the information he needs.