Who: The Esteemed Prince Gumball - Ruler of All Things Sugar, Bro: The Baron of Cheese Whiz, Leo's Magical Toolbelt (with Leo as its +1) and Dr. Gloria Stein
Where: The darkest regions of the coffee shop.
When: In the now.
Style: SO much style.
Status: It IS a party so it's obviously open outside of these guys!

[ The First Official Collaboration Party was set to begin soon. Without his castle, his subjects and all the supplies he typically had for a rocking party, Gumball felt that this party was extremely lacking. There weren't even Jelly People hung up to decorate the ceiling. The makeshift sign he made out of a coffee cup and stood at the end of the table would have to do. Hopefully his science buddies would be able to see it and know where to find him! Sometimes, he was easy to lose in the crowd when he wasn't all decked out in his princely attire. It wouldn't take long for them to register, pick up their badges and let the scienceing begin!

He was excited to construct a hoverboard but also to share his scientific discoveries when it came to zombies. He wasn't sure how he was going to link the two into this party but he didn't care! The more the merrier and if he could walk out of that coffee shop with a zombie riding a hoverboard, then it would be a good day!

So there he sat. Waiting for his party guests or anyone else who would like to invade. ]

Who: Bro Strider (stridercentric), Dirk Strider (shippingmath), Dave Strider (beatdownremix) and Davesprite (cawcawmthrfckrs).
When: The evening of June 12.
Where: The Strider pad (Yutopil building, eighth floor, apartment six)
Style: Action.
Status: Closed to the Striders.

[With Jake English being taken from Vatheon yet again and Dirk acting like it wasn't such a big deal, Bro figured it was time to put one of his plans in motion. What better way to bring the family together and cheer up his alternate self than with puppets? Hell, he knows that'd bring a smile to his own face if he were in Dirk's shoes and he likes to think that the two of them very similar in that aspect. That's where Muppet movie night comes in. Striders only, attendance mandatory. It's something he'd been hoping to do for a while now anyway, he just figured he'd save it for a special occasion.

Of course, Bro made sure to take all the necessary preparations. There's an abundance of snack food, soda, AJ and a stack of DVDs that'll play nicely on their big screen TV, which means they're ready to roll. Bro is taking a seat on the couch, of course, feet up on the table and Lil Cal by his side. Barkbeast the robot puppy is lying in a doggie bed in the corner, its gaze following the other Striders. Bro doesn't care too much where everyone else sits, so long as they're careful they don't park their butts in a stray ninja star. Those little buggers tend to get lost between the couch pillows.]

Who: Dirk and anyone!
Where: around the bubble, between the Plaza and the Heartvoid house!
When: Backdated to Thursday of the curse week!
Status: open
Style: Starting prose, but I'll follow you.

The effects of this curse, thanks to some rather unfortunate network posts, have been obvious from very early on. It's irritating to say the least. Dirk isn't a pathological liar, but he's usually in possession of a brain-to-mouth filter. The lack of it hasn't led to any spectacularly horrible conversations, which is his only consolation. Then again, there aren't any embarrassing secrets he could blurt out to ruin everything with his friends. That ship has sailed, after breaking up with Jake.

That isn't to say the curse hasn't had unfortunate effects. Dirk has checked the network a few times too many, and ended up in some unfortunate conversations, so it isn't long before he just sets his SFC aside and does his best to ignore that the curse is happening. A lot of the time he spends doing what he does best, making robots.

Being a hermit for the entire week just isn't possible, though, because some things can't be avoided, and grocery shopping is one of them. So, on Thursday, Dirk can be found headed back toward his house, arms full of orange soda. (One of the inconveniences to his modus's storage system- he can only have one row of each kind of thing. The rest of the groceries fit, but not the soda.) To everyone else, it probably looks like he's just really bad at eating healthy, though they're probably not wrong.

Who: Mituna Captor and you!
Where: In the village
When: Any time, May 2nd
Status: Open!
Style: Starting prose but will follow what you tag with :3 Feel free to catch him at the end of the narrative, when he's actually on the board, or you can kindly rescue the npc from the irate troll Mituna from the person he crashed in front of.

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( Redefine success. )

Who: Ron DeLite and Bro Strider
When: April 21st
Where: The Island
Style: Action!
Status: Closed

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Who: Bro Strider and anyone who happens to bear witness to this phenomenon.
When: Monday, april 1st.
Where: The plaza.
Style: Action.
Status: Open to all and most suitable for mingling!

[Vatheon plaza. Everything is calm and everyone is going about their business, as usual. The only thing out of the ordinary is the coral giving an occasional flicker. As the clock turns to noon, one man purposely strides towards the center of the plaza. The boombox, which he's carrying on his shoulder, is set down on the ground. He stretches leisurely, adjusts his shades and cracks his knuckles. Then, finally, he hits the button on the boombox and this starts to echo through the plaza.

Bro starts to dance along, and for a few moments, he just looks very silly all by himself. Then a few more people rush out from nearby buildings, getting up from benches and basically dropping whatever they were doing to join him. The locals just stare, unsure of what they're watching, but as the dancing crowd grows their herd insticts begin to stir. So they join in as well. The dance is easy enough to copy and that's exactly why Bro chose it. The entire incident is being recorded with his SFC so that anyone who can't be there in person will know exactly what's going down in the plaza.

Happy April Fools day, Vatheon!

The song ends and the dancing comes to a halt. The crowd's supposed to scatter and go about their business now, but with so many people unfamiliar with the concept of a flashmob, Bro's hopes of it happening aren't that high. Either way, he puts a small distance between himself and the crowd, scanning it. They got a good number of people in the end, but he's a little sore that a few of his closest companions missed out on this. Ron DeLite has a good excuse, what with being in a coma, but Dave... Where the hell is Dave? He made sure to tell all the Striders that participation is mandatory.


Feel free to either congratulate/scoff at Bro for a job well done, or just have characters discuss the incident amongst themselves!]

Who: The Summoner and anyone that happens upon him
When: Later this evening
Where: The Middle district and whatever bar and/or store he finds himself in
Style: Action
Status: Open

[Guess everyone's still pretty busy with quests and all that, but- Summoner's kind of got a few other issues he's dealing with right now and those are what set him on his new quest: Get sloshed.]

[It's tricky though, because he's technically 'not allowed' to do so, but you know what? Fuck the man, and fuck his rules, and he is going to drink if he damn well wants to drink. He's too old for this hoofbeast play.]

[Perhaps you see our bard out on his quest, looking rather adamant as he moves through the middle district? Or maybe you see this aligerious man in the alcohol section of a shop, or most likely at the counter of a local bar, nursing a glass of some strong smelling spirit. Either way, he could probably use the companionship during his binge, anything to get his mind clear as he pumps liquor into his blood stream.]

[Or perhaps you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to stumble upon him while he's already bronze cheeked and feeling fine elsewhere, outside somewhere, mostly likely nearby where he had been drinking before, leaning up against something or sitting down on a bench- well collapsed on a bench like some kind of vagrant. Perhaps, perhaps.]

[Oh, and mind the horns and wings, they're a little cumbersome in small, packed places like pubs and stores.]

[OOC: Probably good to specify at what point in the night your character finds him in the title of your tag, just to makes things a little smoother.]

Who: Beast Master Darkleer, Rogue Bro Strider, Bard Summoner, Cleric Disciple
When: March 16
Where Exploring new ruins
Style: ???
Status: Closed

Well, Bro had expressed interest in traveling with Summoner and him during the start of the week, and with Disciple a valuable healer... Darkleer knew exactly who to contact when he and Summoner saw one of the quests on the board advertising an excavation of sorts.

Well, alright. Really, by the look of things, it couldn't really be graced with the professional title of "excavation". It was more like running into a dark cave and hoping things came out for the best.

Patting his musclebeast's broad back to soothe him- Arty doesn't like going into dark cramped caves- Darkleer looks to his companions. "I trust we're all prepared, then?" The odd tail poking out from his spine tries to curl loosely around one of Disciple's hands. Darnit, he still can't control the blasted thing.

Who: Bro Strider and AAANYONE | later Bro and Ron DeLite.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: The general shopping area in the plaza.
Style: Action
Status: First half is open | second half is closed!


[It's been about two weeks since Bro arrived in Vatheon and he's settling in quite nicely. However, he found there's one thing his apartment is lacking severely. Surely Davesprite won't mind a few Smuppets lying around. And maybe one or two normal puppets, if Bro can find the time, energy and resources to provide them, but Smuppets are so much easier to make and so much more hilarious.

Of course, he still tends to get distracted by all the free shit in the stores and what started out as a quick run for some sewing supplies ended up as a small shopping spree. He's browsing every single store that doesn't require tokens to score things he deems 'useful'. Baseball caps, junkfood, small electrical appliances that can be recycled... A cookbook to leave around the kitchen ironically, because he and Davesprite both know he'll never ever use the kitchen for cooking... And of course, boatloads of fabric, felt and plush stuffing. It's all going straight into the huge pink backpack he's holding. Yes, it's pink. He's waiting to see if anyone will comment on it.

Lil Cal is hanging from his shoulders again because, let's face it. If you're going to do ironic shopping for puppet supplies, you need to bring your prized puppet. That's just common sense. For the final touch, he's whistling the Mahna Mahna as he goes.]


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[Once he's dumped all his new stuff and Lil Cal in a corner of the apartment, he sets out to corner Ron DeLite. He figured today's as good a day as any to scare the everliving shit out of this guy and begin the epic vigilante training. As much as he trolled Ron about this hero facade, he's dead serious about toughening him up.

Finding out where Ron lives was so easy it's almost depressing. Of course, being depressed about that sort of thing is what makes it ironic and that, in turn, makes it okay again. The philosophy behind living an ironic lifestyle is nothing to scoff at. Double the ironic depression for the fact that Ron left his window open. If you're going to be a vigilante with a secret identity, you do not leave your window open ever.

So he peers inside from a stategic location atop another building across the street, to make sure he barges in at just the right time. Ron doesn't seem to be doing anything of interest, so the coast is clear. Set phasers to troll! It's only the third floor, he can make it in there with ease. Flashstep, lunge, through the window and touchdown! He's so smooth, he doesn't even make a sound when his feet touch the ground. Of course, he'll make his presence know immediately by knocking on the windowsill behind him.

Sup Ron, Shades¤DeShade is in your home.]