Who: Mindfang and Darkleer
When: March 2nd - Afternoon (could change)
Where: Around Nostalgia Nook
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Mindfang always had a temper. One that she ha worked at to carefully hide and overpower, less she find herself at it's mercy. Anger clouded her mind, made it harder to reach out and grab anothers, or at least reach out and not utterly annihilate the mind beyond a useable point. Anger had to be be buried, fire turned to ice and then used against people. The phrase of revenge being a dish best served cold was on she lived by.

And yet, here in Vatheon it was starting to win over her. It seemed like everywhere she looked her nose got rubbed into the fact that the Summoner was no longer hers, that he had been seduced by that traitor. Being told that his alternate self was also with that bluebloods alternate hadn't helped, her anger overpowering her, just briefly. But it had been enough time for her robotic hand to curling into a fist, her sfc cracking under the pressure, the screen flickering before dying completely, a large jagged crack running through it.

That in turn had almost been enough to make her hurl the stupid thing into the distance. But no, she needed it, it was one of the most efficient ways to ever communicate. And yet, she had little allies here, little she knew of who could fix it. There was one however... a traitor to her, but he would have the knowledge and skills to fix something so small.

Pride was one of her biggest sins, but still Mindfang manages to wrestle with it enough that sense wins out and so she begins to search for Darkleer. It takes some time, with her unwilling to ask for anymore help in finding him but finally she does, and steps over, appearing out of the blue almost before throwing the broken communicator into his lap and making her demand.

"Fix it."

Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Spinneret Mindfang and a cameo by the Psiioniic!
When: Early evening
Where: Mindfang's hive
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[It's been several days since Dualscar's seen hide nor hair of Mindfang, and while normally he might claim to be glad of the reprieve, that's not actually true. He knows she was sick, but what he's concerned about is that she might be gone, or have gotten hurt in her weakened state.

So like he did before when she was in a coma, he comes boldly to her hive. He doesn't bother to knock - if she's in a coma or something, she won't answer. So instead he jimmies a window and slips inside, then begins to explore the building in search of his kismesis]

Who: Psiioniic and others
When: throughout the week
Where: Coral Corral 5 and Feferi's home
Style: Assorted
Status: Closed-ish, open to people that have a reason to be at the house.

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Who: Mindfang & Psiioniic, with possible appearances from Psii's housemates?
When: June 27
Where: Psii's sweet digs
Status: closed

( i've got you deep in the heart of me )

Who: Expatriate Darkleer, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and Summoner (eventually)
Where: Up to the island
When: Backdated before his network post
Style: action
Status: Closed

[This is frustrating. Maddening. Dural can't find anything from the air, and their search in the forest has proved fruitless. It turns out that the last time he tracked down Summoner, the rebel learned from his mistake.]

[That's what he hopes is happening. Just another trigger that's got him in a bother and panicked, running on no sleep and little food.]

[Not his blood smeared against a wall somewhere. Not like-]

[Darkleer has to take a deep breath and close his eyes so he can think. A do-as-he-pleases, winged rebel... where would he go to hide? Not deeper into the city...]

[Dural on his shoulder, he makes his way to the elevator.]

Wwho: That big dumb fish Orphaner Dualscar
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open

It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.

More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.

It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.

Weh.

Who: Expatriate Darkleer and Marquise Spinneret Mindfang
Where: On the island
When: Evening, straight into the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed

D --> I do hope you are not otherwise preoccupied.
D --> Because I have just finished putting the finishing touches on your request.
D --> Whether you make it or not.
D --> I'm going to put it on the island right now.

Who: Mindfang and the Psiioniic
Where: The coral! And then Mindfang's ship.
What: KIDNAPPING = FRIENDSHIP WHEN YOU ARE MINDFANG
When: Last night, March 11

( how do you cry with inanimate eyes )

Who: Mindfang and YOU!!
Where: The pirate shipwreck
When: Today, at whichever times you would like
Style: Action but if you want prose that is fine too.
Status: Open

( lights will guide you home )