Who: Rinoa and Red Heavy
What: Boxing training!
Where: Heavy's base
When: Backdated like whoa to the Saturday before last, during the prank.
Status: Closed.

( Fisticuffs, anyone? )

Characters: RED Medic (red_medic), RED Heavy (sandvichgood), open to everyone within the RED Base
Location: RED Base - Training area
Time: The evening after this
Style: Starting with the usual prose, but going with whatever Jon feels more comfortable with 8)
Status: open


Self Defense. According to Medic's definition those two words usually translated to: 'RUN! You are faster than them, so RUN! If necessary, turn around and frantically fire a load of syringes at them as long as you just keep running. And for Hippocrates' sake, TRY NOT TO SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL! Just keep running! Only watch out for the Scouts. And those rockets launched after you. And the bombs. And the minigun fire-- JUST KEEP RUNNING!!'

Actually fighting to defend himself was soemthing the healer rarely did. Even if his übersaw and the blutsauger were always hanging from his belt wherever he went. Some may deem them unpractical, but for Medic... Well. They were his weapons. And even if he wasn't going to leave the base without them any time soon, here he was. Ready to let the Heavy of all people show him how to defend himself with his own hands.

At least he had his labcoat set aside for that along with his weapons. No, Medic wasn't going to run away from this and, no, he wasn't going to scream and frantically shoot syringes at Heavy.

...or at least he hoped so.

A slight frown formed on the man's forehead as he looked up at his friend, raising a single brow "So... How does zhis vork?"

Who: Travis fucking Touchdown and everyone.
Where: By the coral (though anywhere nearby is good)
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: cursing, lewd behavior, uh. everything. just everything.
Style: starting in prose. Can go for whatever
Status: Open like Travis's pants.

( I'm in hell in a fishbowl )

[ ooc: tag me up, please? ]

Who: Spy and ladies anyone
Where: Around town
When: 3/17 noon
Style: Action
Status: Open

[Spy is still adjusting to this new underwater city. He's not exactly fond of the ocean, but hey, it seems more enjoyable than his last job. One thing in particular pleases him. Now that he is no longer on the base, he is now finally surrounded by beautiful women. Excellent. He was sick of being stuck in a stinky base with grumpy men anyway.

As a Spy, he's adept at hiding even his own thoughts. Though on occasion things will trigger suspicious flashes or judgement. His bubble gives off a carefree sort of vibe, but tends to show a more perverse nature at times. He hopes this will only make him more alluring to the ladies, but perhaps it will offend them.

Today, he's wandering about the town, trying to seek out a new suit. His current one suffered in his entrance and has deteriorated in quality.

If you happen by him, he will be a perfect gentleman. Especially if you are of the female persuasion. Hand kisses and suspicious smiles abound.]

Who: Zelda and anyone that comes across her
Where: Hiding throughout Vatheon - less populated places (forest, island, etc)
When: All day after the curse begins!
Style: Either
Status: Open, but Zelda says it's closed. Ignore her.

[Upon figuring out that the little bubble that she couldn't get rid of was displaying her thoughts, Zelda had no choice but to leave the house before Zelos saw. She really didn't have any romantic feelings for him, but she was still a teenager and that kiss was playing on repeat. Even though she doesn't want anyone else to see inside her mind either, at least it wouldn't be ruining the friendship she had with Zelos if they did.

And so the princess is wandering in the least populated parts of Vatheon that she can find, looking very sulky.]

Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open

[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.

There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.

He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.

When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.

But look.

Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!

Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]

Who: Vegeta and anyone that wants to approach a pissed-off Saiyan
When: February 15th, early morning
Where: The park
Style: I'll follow
Status: Open~

The curse had been a living hell for Vegeta. Not because of what he turned into, oh no - in fact, as far as he could tell, he hadn't turned into anything different at all. It was the complete lack of easily accessible food that did the Saiyan in. Gone were Vatheon's restaurants with their helpful natives willing to stuff him to his heart's content, and without his scouter he had been wary of attacking any of the monsters roaming the city. He had only eaten once during the curse, and as glorious as the golden sandwich held in the giant's castle had been, he'd quickly burned off most of that energy by flitting about to get away. The ball had done him no good either, the food on the table he approached had mysteriously disappeared.

Naturally, Vegeta had become fed up with the whole situation and just went to the park to hibernate until it was over. He woke up a couple days later, groggy, hungrier than ever, and pissed.

Who: Heavy and whoever wants to try and take his loot.
Where: The Castle on top of the Beanstalk.
When: All times of the day!
Style: Would prefer action, but prose if you want it!
Status: OPEN LIKE HEAVY'S DOOR!


[Ever notice that giant beanstalk in the middle of Vatheon? The one replacing the elevator? Come on, sure you have! You must be curious about it. And of course, who doesn't know the story of Jack and the Beanstalk! Well, what if I told you it was true? What if you climb that Beanstalk and you find a massive castle with more "mad loot" then you could ever imagine? All you have to do is carry it out.

Interested? Yeah you are. But...the story mentioned something about a giant, right? One about the size of a skyscraper. But hey, who believes in giants? Especially when there's treasure to be found! ...but just in case there is a giant, I'd bring some running shoes.]

Characters: RED Medic red_medic, RED Heavy sandvich_good, Italy savemegermany
Location: RED Base
Time: After this.
Style: Starting with prose as usual. Following whatever gets chosen after~
Status: closed

If Medic thought about it, he still wasn't entirely able to fighure out how he ended up leading one jumpy, young male to the base that he and Heavy had spend so much time with to set up. There also was the question how the Russian would react to Italy. Or how Italy would react to Heavy. He surely would find out soon enough, which only summoned forth an entirely different question: Did he want to find out?

The German opened the main entrance to the building once they stood right in front of it and quickly looked around, keeping his eyes and ears open for a sign of his colleague "Heavy? Are you zhere?"