Characters: Legion and you!
Location: The plaza
Time: May 10th
Style: Will match commenters c:
Status: Open!

Legion was people watching today. They didn't have an extranet to use to watch organics here in Vatheon, so they were doing it the direct way. They stood at the edge of the plaza, completely still except the occasion turn of the head.

Eventually, though, they pulled out their SFC and started typing on it. Anyone who came close would notice that Legion was trying to program something on the communicator. It was long and complicated and it looked like they had been working on it for some time now.

Do you approach the robot with the giant hole in its chest?

Who: Kaito Kuroba, ANYONE
Where: Town Center
When: After Night Fall
Status: OPEN!
Style: Anything goes

[ Sometime after the sun has gone down there's a boy with a cap pulled low over his eyes dressed all in black. He's crouched the ground and there's a faint orange light by his hands before he jumps up and moves away just a loud crackling noise goes off. Kaito sinks down on the edge of the fountain and watches the firecrackers crackle and dance merrily in the night, a much needed distraction from the horrible turn his life here was taking. ]

[ He now had two disguises to juggle and the little detective was gone only to be replaced with someone Kaito's favorite detective. The pressure of hiding his identity never felt like so much before now and keeping up two identities with no real relief was starting to feel like too much to handle. When was the last time he was able to just be Kuroba Kaito? To respond to his real name and chat with friends like he did back in school? The pressure was starting affect his sleeping habits and racing thoughts were making it harder and harder to sleep. ]

[ It's not so much that he's trying to start trouble as it is that he just wants to do something that Kuroba Kaito would. Something to remind himself that he was still the son of the world's greatest magician, Kuroba Toiichi. ]

Who: Mickey Mouse and you.
Where: Around the city.
When: Afternoon.
Style: Whatever you'd prefer.
Status: Open.

( fantasia, anyone? )

Who: Ven and anyone!
Where: The park
When: Afternoon-ish?
Style: Whichever
Status: Open!

( Who's the 'lazy bum' now? )

Who: Morte and anyone unfortunate enough to meet her
Where: Plaza
When: Morning
Style: Prose but anything is fine
Status: Totally open
( Today is the world's end )

Who: North Italy and ALL Y'ALL
What: Siestas and curses
Where: plaza
When: Today, 3pm
Style: both prose and action are fine.
Status: Open like Italy's bakery will soon be.

It's 3pm and like clockwork, Italy has curled up for a siesta. He curled up on one of the benches in the plaza snuggled under a blanket, sleeping on his sketch pad. Normally he'd take a siesta completely naked, but the locals told him it wasn't appropriate. While it didn't bother him, it bothered them like it bothered Germany.

Oh well, he could still take a siesta in his usual sailor-collared outfit anyway. He fell asleep on his sketchpad containing incredibly accurate sketches of buildings in the area. He was still planning out what the shop would be like. (He was just a little distracted by curses and GHB).

Thoughts and dreams floated around him in the bubbles. Most of them contained food (mostly pasta and pizza, though there was some gelato there too). Others contained Germany and Japan.

Who: Ran Mouri and...? (read: open to all!)
Where: Outskirts near the forest.
When: After "Shinichi's" arrival, early morning
Style: Anything~
Status: OPEN!

Ran's usual morning jog took a little detour today. Instead of a refreshed and uplifted expression on the Japanese girl's face, her features were sharpened with a subdued rage. She breathed steady, channeling the negative energy into her legs, pushing off each step as her sneakers hit the pavement.

Beads of sweat ran down her face as she veered off her usual path and towards the forest, she she continued forward until, without warning--

"HaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!" A fierce scream pierced the peaceful morning, followed by a deafening crack as her foot connected with a tree mid-trunk. Her leg still raised, fists tightly clenched, Ran panted heavily, her bangs matted against her dewy forehead. She drew back her leg slowly. "Stupid...SHINICHI!!!" She punctuated her cry with a punch, followed by a roundhouse kick.

Stepping back, she let out a sigh, leaving the poor tree still standing, but with a sizable crevice now indented into its surface. Pushing back her damp bangs with the back of her hand, she smiled. "Well! That felt better!"