Who: Devit & You (unless you are a small child)
Where: Anywhere around town
When: Anytime during thought bubble curse week
Style: I will follow!
Status: OPEN!


Devit has been going about his usual business in Vatheon.  Wandering around, getting food, annoying random passerbyers and hassling friends or maybe just lazing around at the cafe.  However this week there is a slight difference.  A dangerous difference.  This week Vatheon, you are subjected to view his thoughts.  What does Devit think about? Mainly boobs, booze, and guns.  Though sometimes there's a slight difference.  Sometimes someone catches his eye.

You might see yourself in his thought bubble.  Maybe you might look a little sexier then you do in real life because HEY this is his fantasy.  You might also see yourself in there start to TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES in an appropriately provocative manner.

Yes.  He is undressing you.  With his EYES.

Who: Dirk and Open
When: the afternoon
Where: Near the Library
Style: Starting prose, but I'll follow.
Status: Open

Today has been a day of training for Dirk.

Not his usual style of training, with a sword or even the puppets he occasionally uses to fight. Nor has he gone somewhere like the forest or the island which have plenty of open spaces appropriate for sparring. Instead, he's spent the day sitting by the front steps of the library. He isn't wearing the shirt emblazoned with an orange hat that is his usual choice, either. Instead, he's wearing a maroon shirt with a pink heart emblazoned on it.

He's also got a stack of books beside him that he appears to be making his way through. By the afternoon, he's been working all day to no effect, so he sets the most recent tome aside and leans back against the steps to get the crick out of his neck. "How the fuck do you even define a soul, anyway." He apparently isn't paying attention to where he is, because the comment is more than loud enough to be heard by anyone passing by.

Who: Naoto Shirogane and YOU
What: Trying to relax and talkiing
Where: A cafe, any cafe
When: July 26, all day pretty much
Style: Will match
Status: OPEN

Naoto had finally gotten a day off. She needed to get out of the agency and she didn't have to patrol today. Things had gotten awkward at the agency as they finally got to the finishing touches of the place. Everything was just plain strange and she needed a break. That and she was pretty sure that Yu would probably scold her if she worked too much.

So she had finally made her way to a cafe. She'd been to almost all of them at least once. Every cafe worker knew her - mostly as a boy. Soon, though. It would be soon enough that she would reveal her true gender to Vatheon... Then she'd see how many still wanted to be around her; how many would think low of her.

But not for the moment.

She went up to the counter and ordered a cup of tea and something to nibble on. She was told to wait for her food and as she did she looked around. Where was she going to sit?

Who: Rin and Dolorosa | Rin and OPEN
Where: In the plaza | At the Clinic
When: Thursday, 7/25
What: Rin is back from going home, but something is wrong
Style: Action

[Return, at the plaza - closed to Dolorosa]

[New arrivals wasn't an odd occurrence around this time, but among them, some one else was returning to the bubble after a short absence.

Soaking wet, in an ornate teal and gold jacket over his normal school uniform, Rin Okumura stood in the plaza in a strangely dazed state. Something was very... off about him, as though his mind had been forcibly checked out. He stared blankly, mouth moving slowly though no sound came out.

He finally took a step forward, but his knees buckled, no strength left in them. Collapsing to the ground, a hand reached forward towards something unseen.]

Usa... maro...

[A pained groan followed as he slumped on to the ground on his side, clutching at his head.]

[Later, at the clinic - Open to all]

["Vatheon". That's what he had been told the place was called. He had been there before, but he couldn't recall it. His mind wasn't entirely devoid of memories, but what was there was hazy. Faces were blurred, familiar but so distant. Names were a blank canvas. People from home were there, but even memories of them were muddled.

His head hurt. Badly. He couldn't do much more than sit and blink without everything pounding like a goddamn jackhammer. The only thing that was clear was a round face, blonde hair in bunny buns and red eyes. A smiling face telling him "Thank you, Rin!" in a happy voice. A demon, one he was trying to protect, not defeat...

He sat in the unfamiliar clinic bed, the teal and gold jacket folded in his lap, blue eyes downcast on it.]

Usamaro... what did you do? Why can't I remember...

Who: Ky Kiske and Sol Badguy
Where: Almost-falling
When: July 21st
What: Superhero curse. Sol rescues Ky again, this time Ky reacts a little differently
Rating: PG-13
Style: Past tense prose.

( cut )

Who: Sol (back from his canon update) and open!
Where: in a fountain Plaza
When: Saturday night
Style: I'll match
Status: Open~

( And Back Again )

Who: Ky Kiske and OPEN
Where: The island
When: July 12th
What: Ky wakes from his coma, and needs a minder (or a sparring partner)
Style: Use what you're comfortable with.

Waking up from a sleep coma is never a pleasant experience: there's always the residual taste in his mouth, the fear that he's missed something that would have benefited from his presence, and the sinking fact that he's still in Vatheon, instead of where his duty truly dictates he ought to be. This time is worse (much worse, though Ky wouldn't acknowledge that part of it), because he'd woken up and found that not only had Sol gone posting to the SFC about science, of all things, but that when Ky tries to contact him he can't, in that particular way of the bubble letting people know someone has gone.

He can't figure out if he should be glad or not about the news, knowing what Sol might do in their world, but he also can't stay in his apartment and think about that, so he doesn't.

He grabs Fuuraiken and heads for the island instead, to run through some sword forms, to try to find reassurance in the constancy of magic and the sharpness of the blade.

He finds himself having to stop frequently, more out of shape by the coma than he'd thought. Or perhaps he should have eaten something before heading straight to do this, but he needs to keep his mind off of Sol being gone. He stumbles in a step, takes a breath, and tries to keep going.

Who: Sol and Ky
When: Backdated to Saturday of the curse
Where: Up on the island
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

( All the mistakes we made must be faced today. )

Who: N and Ky
When: Backdated: during the meeting with the Station Master
Where: In the warehouse
Style: Starting in action brackets
Status: Closed

[N was still plenty reluctant to get involved with all of this, but he had been asked by the Station Master to come just the same as anyone else, and even Zoroark was pushing for him to do something. C had instructed him to speak to 'the blond man' she had pointed at, and while hesitant to do so, he finally made his way over and cleared his throat awkwardly to get his attention.]

Excuse me... I was told I should speak to you.

[That is... so descriptive, N.]

Who: Saber and anyone who approaches or calls her.
When: April 27th.
Where: The bay on the island.
Status: Open!
Format: Actionspam or prose is fine. If you want to have a network thread, you can reply to the accidental broadcast she sent!

There's a knight in blue and silver standing on the beach.

Having only awoken a few hours earlier, the King of Knights is still holding the Welcome Brochure, blue tunic, and Starfish Communicator in her armored hands. Saber has read through the letter twice; once was the initial reading, and twice was verifying what she was reading. Many questions are there, but that seems typical of this situation from how the brochure is written.

This entire situation does seems quite surreal, but Saber does not doubt what the Welcome Brochure says. She's not near cynical enough for that.

With the initial information having been absorbed, Saber is more concerned with something that's more personal. For her to be here, there would have had to been a summoning. Saber felt no contract with any Master, however, there is a slight presence in the place of where she would feel her Master. The only explanation she can piece together is that it is this deity, Lamufao..

Having broken her contract with the Grail, Saber was not expecting to have ever been summoned again. She feels neither delighted nor disappointed with the situation. Unlike when being summoned by the Grail, Saber currently knows no immediate purpose or duty she must fulfill.

Compared to being summoned by the Holy Grail for a miraculous War, this could be considered a step down. For now, though, the knight holds out her SFC and begins to examine it carefully. The blue tunic and letter are held under her one arm.

The Communicator is accidentally set to broadcast, showing the knight's face looking down towards the device for a few seconds, and then it cuts off.

Ah, is that what this is? A type of phone..

That would make sense with the mention of a "network." There's more playing with the device as Saber speculates as to why she is on the Island rather than this underwater city. Maybe she has to take the mentioned elevator down? Her thoughts fade off as she continues to experiment with the SFC.