Characters: Minato and you!
Location: In a building just off of the center plaza
Time: All dayyyy
Style: Whatever works!
Status: Open open open!

[It is the strangest thing, to remember dying and then wake up as if nothing had happened. It left him strangely restless, and so he'd skipped out on Welcoming Committee duties, he'd drifted a little away from his social life for just a brief period of time--

He'd died in that strange place, that place that wasn't Vatheon.

But...he'd woken up alive, headphones around his neck and not pressed into Tiir's hands. Was something that vivid really just a dream? So he wandered, in search of something to expend his restless energy on.

And he's found himself at a ping pong table. At first he considers that lack of an opponent a problem, bouncing the ball on the table idly. But then he decides to play with the wall (it doesn't seem to bother him that he can't ever win that way).

So there is the click! click! click! of a ping pong ball being hit back and forth coming from an otherwise quiet building into the plaza. He might be getting a little into it.

Further inspection reveals a whiffed shot--don't get hit by the ball!]

Who: Motochika Chōsokabe & YOU
Where: ANYWHERE IN THE BUBBLE
When: around the daytime
Style: either works- I'll match what you've got!
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN

[Don't mind that guttural snarl when you walk around today.

No, really.

You should instead be minding the flaming anchor that's perhaps soaring a little too close for comfort. Yes, it's flying, don't question it-

After all, it's landing just a few feet away as a very, very perturbed looking pirate is landing on his feet (remarkably steady). The scowl he's wearing doesn't seem like anything you want to mess with.]

When I find the bastards in charge o' this place-

[A distinct growl before he whistles sharply, a parrot coming down to perch on his shoulder with an answering caw. He scoffs angrily before glaring at whoever might be nearby without even realizing he's doing it-

Yeah.

Motochika's back.]

Who: Kanji Tatsumi and YOU.
Where: Cozi Corner restaurant.
When: Right now. About 10 minutes after he woke up from hiatus-induced sleep.
Style: [ Action! ], but if you're more comfortable with prose, I'm cool with that too.
Status: Open like his bathhouse, man.

[ Upon awakening from one of the most comfortable slumbers he had ever had in his entire life, Kanji realized two things. First, his room stank something similar to moth balls stuffed in closets that were already centuries old to begin with. Second, his stomach growled like you wouldn't believe; it even shocked poor old Kanji.

He was almost ready to admit that he simply had a metabolism faster than he was aware of. And that his thirty minute power nap used up all of his three-course meal's stored energy. He was almost ready to admit that.

But then, Kanji saw his SFC, and the current date that it flashed on its little screen. ]

[ After a few healthy, and unexpectedly original!, shouts and curses into the air, Kanji also realized his roommates were not around, and the kitchen was empty. ]

[ Hence, dear passerby, this image of Kanji currently sitting alone inside Cozi Corner, three piles of plates and bowls speedily increasing in height next to him. His gaze is fixed on his food, which kept on coming from the kitchen like an assembly line. The chef glances outside his work station once in a while, looking frighteningly worried. Still, he continues to serve Kanji's orders. Speaking of... ]

[ The boy man in question wipes his mouth with his forearm and burps slightly, before dropping the once pristine white bowl on top of the second pile of dirty dishes. It may or may not have been the home to the largest order for chicken curry. He exhales heavily and waves towards the kitchen. ]

Yo! Can I get an extra order for pot stickers, Chinese shrimp and leek fried rice, miso soup, and barbequed pork meat buns?

[ He pauses. ]

Oh, and uhh, add five more orders of egg rolls! A-And crispy noodles, if you still have 'em!

[ Kanji rubs his hands together, then chugs down a cold soda. He grins as soon as he finishes his cup. ] Phew! See, stupid-cursed-bubble-city? You make me fall asleep for nearly two months and you unleash the beast! Damn, I. am. starving! C'mon, chef! BRING IT ON!

[ In his excitement, Kanji bangs his fists heavily against the table, making it wobble violently. The piles of dishes next to him end up dangerously close to the edge, but otherwise stay still. Hooboy.

WHO WANTS TO JOIN HIM FEAST? HE HAS THE BEST TABLE MANNERS, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. ]

Characters: RED Medic and whoever wants to spend this lovely day at the hospital I guess. Colleagues, Patients, friends... Feel free to bother him and keep him from doing his work.
Location: The hospital.
Time: Feb 14th
Style: Action or prose, both is fine.
Status: open

To some, valentines day was some sort of holiday. But to Medic at least this was just another day to spend at work. Especially with the curse business and all being over for the time being.

So for the duration of this day, the mercenary can be encountered all over the hospital. The hallways, the main entrance, the cafeteria even, the lab or just in his office.

Some things to notice about Medic's office: Archimedes is in there. You may not see the bird, but the soft cooing can be heard quite clearly. On his desk are the many pieces of a dismantled syringe gun and on a counter on the wall one might notice a strange device as well as Medic's übersaw and the amputator. Mounted up on a rail above the examination table is the medigun, producing a low buzzing sound most of the time, but every now and then a brief cackle of charged energy runs through the machine. Other than that it's fairly orderly and at least right now harbors now severed heads that beg to be killed.

Anyone that choses to encounter Medic somewhere in the building will, however, meet him carrying a very familiar mug with him. Do not comment about the mug. It was free and he needs his coffee right now.


[[ooc: Please note, that no real medical advice can be given here, however. The mun builds cars for a living. We apologize for any inconveniences~ 8) ]]

who: Masamune Date and you.
when: February 3rd, morning.
where: sanada yukimura's place Plaza. More specifically, a fountain in the plaza.
style: Brackets preferred, but if you'd like prose that's fine too!
status: OPEN for photographs and autographs.

[ there is a one-eyed dragon in your fountain.

no, really, there is a one-eyed dragon in your fountain, though perhaps a bit of clarification is in order. this dragon in your fountain is not quite literally a dragon--actually, he's a man--but he sure is one-eyed, armor-clad and...

well, he's certainly still in that fountain, right in front of you.

sleeping.

-- well! at least he looks peaceful. as peaceful as a guy with a helmet donning a crescent-moon and six swords can look like, anyway.

approach, if you want. he doesn't bite! kind of. ]

Who: Amane and Volo Dorm people
Where: Volo Dorm
When: Today, evening.
Style: Action, baby.
Status: In progress. Closed to Volo people.

[It’s been a few days since her confession over the network. Far too public for her taste and when she’s not ready for it. A few people saw her broadcast, particularly Yukari. During their talk, Amane was aware that she need to tell her dorm mates about Jezebel. Out of necessity, in the worst case scenario, and because they’re dorm mates, it’s important for them to know this potential danger.

They should at least know what’s going on, until they find a way to keep the Bel demon from devouring her completely. Katsu would help, and she dearly hope he have a way, but one can never be sure.

So she sent a text message, filtered to people living in Volo Dorm, about wanting to hold a meeting on an important topic. She prefers telling them in person instead of the network. Even with the most secure private filters, they can be broken through.

And so, in the dorm that evening, she waits for everyone to gather.]

(ooc: Pre-Meeting for mingling, Meeting for questioning, Plans for...planning. Threadjacking's encouraged. :|b)

Who: SELPHIE and a whole bunch of you dudes!
Where: Park!
When: Morning/Afternoon
Style: Whichever you love the most.
Status: OPEN!

Selphie had promised some sparring to a few different people in the new year. She felt like she was beginning to get lazy, or maybe she was just restless. Believe it or not, she was a fighter at heart, and her whole life had been devoted to fighting and war. Things lately had been quiet, slow, and she really needed to get back into the swing of things.

Speaking of swinging, Selphie was in the park, practising large sweeping swings with her nunchucks. Magic really drained her in Vatheon, so she stuck to some physical combat for the time being. She had plenty of friends who wished to spar with her, whether they wanted to do it for fun, or because they too felt the need to keep their skills going.

If you go down to the woods today, you're in for a Selphie surprise - up early, battling hard with the air around her, occasionally punishing the ground or an unfortunate plant or tree.

Who: All of the Shin Megami Tensei casts + Amaterasu
Location: Volo dorms
Time: Backdated to Christmas eve, December 24th
Style: Action for the sake of ease
Status: Closed to the SMT crew (+ Ammy)

[If you can use a Persona, there's a good chance you woke up to this text message in your inbox:]

Christmas Party at the Volo Dorm

You're invited to a Christmas gathering at the Volo Dorms, hosted by Minato Arisato and S.E.E.S.

Time: 6:00

Come for a night of relaxing and fun - there will be cake and a gift exchange.

We hope to see you there - S.E.E.S

[It's not the most creative or formal invitation but hey - presents and cake? Sounds like a good night.]






[ooc: GENERIC INTRO IS GENERIC. Threads below are just suggestions, feel free to branch off if something you want to do doesn't fall below any of these headings.]

The island was certainly all abuzz now. The natives mingle around, decorations abounding and food laid out on tables and still being made. They certainly went all out this time, but if asked they just respond “We’ve been granted another year by the great Lamufao.”

Don’t think about it too hard.

Either way, they’re showing all of their gratitude for the foreigners now. Food is being offered shamelessly, good cheer and compliments and thank you’s passing through each native’s lips.

Near the elevator, in an open field, the party is taking place. They nagged and nagged for the foreigners to dress up; if you didn’t, you might feel a little out of place here. But the food and the music are both excellent and dancing is optional, at least.

The beach is a bit more chill. Enjoy the warmth and the water, maybe kick back and have a drink. It’s night time, certainly, but the weather is still pleasant and the sand is warm.

More attracted by the food on those tables? That’s quite alright; there’s food of all sorts from all sorts of places, not just seafood (be grateful to the natives for trying). There are a few Vatheon only dishes, however, for the daring! (Is that more kraken on that plate…?)

And then, near midnight, comes the fireworks. How romantic would it be to exchange kisses at the stroke of midnight under the light of the fireworks? Or just enjoy them with a friend; they light up the sky, pretty and nothing too fancy…though the natives seem to think that they are incredible.

Most of all, have fun, mingle and enjoy the new year!