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: Kurloz and anyone!
Where: The Plaza
When: Throughout the day.
Style: I'll follow you!
Status: Open

Kurloz wandering around might be a common sight in the bubble by now. He certainly stands out in the crowd, between his towering height, his skeleton costume and purple shorts, his facepaint and his horns. When he's around, it's impossible not to notice him, and when he disappears, he's impossible to find.

Today definitely isn't one of those days where he's hiding out. Quite the opposite, in fact. He's not making his idle way around the city or the island. Rather, he's apparently decided to take a stop in the Plaza and hang out there for a while. At first glance, it looks like he's just taken a seat somewhere, and is peoplewatching with his normal creepy stare. Only this time, when anyone passes too close, he starts moving, banging his fist on the air in front of him... almost as though he's trapped by an invisible wall.

Who: Mr. D (grumpy wine god) and anyone who wants to pester him
When: daytime, current day.
Where: the Plaza but possibly anywhere else in the city, too.
Style: action brackets or prose. Whichever.
Status: Ongoing and open

The longer he was here, and he obviously hadn't been here long, the more Dionysus was convinced that this was his own little pocket of Tartarus. He couldn't remember off-hand how he could possibly have pissed off the Big Three enough to deserve this. Not recently anyway. And never all of them in conjunction. Even drunken gods have a sense of self-preservation.

And yet here he was. Alone. Separated from his wife, his wine, his son(s)... even his overbearing father. He was still somehow in charge of looking after ungrateful half-bloods, and this time there was no Pac-Man to distract him. Even a normal deck of cards eluded him. If this wasn't the eternal torment of the most grievous of sinner, Mr D didn't know what was. Give him a rock to push up a hill any day.

So the displaced wine god did whatever a normal person did in times of great strife... he sought religion. Or whatever passed for religion in this place. He'd heard talk of Lamufao, and it was really only proper for Dionysus to present himself.

(...He hoped Lamufao wouldn't think he was being inconsiderate for visiting while dressed in dark purple sweatpants, purple running shoes, and a leopard-print shirt. And for getting a little lost along the way.)


((ooc: Feel free to approach him in any stage of his "going to see Lamufao" excursion. Open to all!))

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We're having a special event this time on the Island. Please come when you have the time.
- Station Master

( All was golden in the sky... )

Who: Karkat Vantas and whoever!
Where: All across Vatheon.
When: Anytime during the week.
Style: Action please!
Status: Open.

[A curse that makes you say the truth no matter what you want is not exactly Karkat's idea of a fun time. He's not much a liar, no, and his worst secret isn't so secret around Vatheon anymore, but that's not the point. What's the point of being open if it's forced from you? And as outwardly prickly a guy as he is, he doesn't want his squishy inside exposed at will.]

[Unfortunately, as is true for every curse, life doesn't stop just because you're inconvenienced. There are groceries to get, his job at a video store to do, the coral to visit, and his usual sickle practice in the park. He tries to avoid people if he can, oh yes, but there's only so much he can do. Even if he evades them outside the hive, he can't exactly send mental waves to stop them from coming to visit him at home, if that's their prerogative. Ultimately, he's bound to run into more annoyance than he'd like. But what else is new?]

(OOC: This is pretty standard! Pick a place to meet him, and feel free to note a specific day if you have one in mind, though the second probably isn't too necessary. If there's any problem I'll let you know.)

Though things are certainly a bit busy, Station Master has decided to go ahead with the welcoming party for the new arrivals. Partially because he had decided to take this task upon himself and he certainly wasn't going to slack, and partially because making things appear as normal was as good a cover as they had right now.

However with how much has been going on, this party is not quite as extravagant as previous ones have been. The location is near to the elevator, on the beach. A large banner hung between two trees proclaims a cheerful 'Welcome to Vatheon'. The long food tables that normally take up most of the space are missing. There simply hadn't been the capability of whipping up the sort of food they normally served. What is there however is a lot of fruit. Fresh apples and pears. Bananas. A few bowls of strawberries and pièce de résistance several large and perfectly ripe water melons. One or two have already been split, the water melons pieces set out on small plates on one big table ready for any to take. Drinks are available too. Fresh water and fruit juices. The weather might not be entirely the best for this kinda thing (though occasionally the sun seems to peek out from between the clouds!) but at least it isn't raining.

But that is not all.

In the cover of the storage building turned bubble reparation headquarters sits C. She has been contacting the people who signed up for catching the fish, asking them to start bringing them to her today so she can start working on the marks. Similarly the people who have signed up for early mark change have been invited too to drop by today or in the next few days so the first step in making sure the coral is returned to proper working conditions can be taken.



[ooc: This month the monthly mingling log is combined with the log for the fish catching + early mark changing. Also, if your character is new but you want them to learn what is going on, please leave a small ooc note on your comment and we'll send a NPC your way. The mingling log part of this post is only on the first, in the afternoon. The fish catching and mark changing parts will serve as a collective point for threads of this nature for this whole week.]