Who: PRINCESS Selphie and any servants (ie, you)
Where: Plaza
When: Any day during curse week.
Style: Any kind!
Status: Open to all peasants!! (ie, everyone)

In the plaza, there is a small group of locals clustered around someone sitting in a chair. Surrounding the chair, on a table, are vases full of flowers, plates full of cakes and a couple of small trinket gifts. Once one of the locals rushes away to go fetch something, Selphie is visible on that chair. She's smiling at the locals who are painting her nails a bright pink colour, and she giggles as another lifts a milkshake with a straw to her lips. On her head is a big, bright, shiny tiara. It had been too nice to ignore and, to be honest, she hasn't tried to take it off. Why would she?

One of the most self-less, generous young women you'll ever meet, taking advantage of everything she can get. She's having a great time getting everything done for her, having everything she wants. And all seems to be going well until...

"You! You missed a spot! You've ruined my whole manicure! Fix it! Now! Or else..."

Who knows what that threat might have been, but she sits up in her chair, smirking to herself as the local apologises and hurries to correct the terrible error.

 

 

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Backdated to during the curse.
Where: The park.
Style: [please!]
Status: Open!

[It's strange, how someone who appreciates honesty wouldn't appreciate a curse that made one honest—but even Tiir has his white lies, his claims of being okay even when he isn't really. And so, the recent curse doesn't sit too well with him, as he's not too thrilled at being unable to filter his words.

... Especially with what's happened in his world. Although it's been well over a month since his return to Vatheon, the reminder that he'll go back to the same time in his world means that the events that occurred always remain recent to him. It's a lot to think about, though Tiir isn't sure how much of it he wants to reflect over, as it might result in certain sentiments he doesn't want.

Normally, in a pensive mood like this where he just wants to shut his mind down—and, to an extent, does so—he'd go to the forest, but today... Today, for a moment, the memory of Minato goes through his mind, and so for whatever reason, he feels compelled to go to the park instead.

Thus, there he is, sitting by the pond—and throwing bread crumbs in the direction of the ducks, as he watches them feed.

Join him?]

Who: Serph and YOU!
Where: Near the Forest Quadrant (or on the island, by the beach)
When: The entire curse week
Style: [Brackets] preferred!
Status: WIDE OPEN

[Serph had been put to sleep for nearly a month.

In that time, Sera and Gale had left Vatheon, the coral had been broken and fixed, and the resultant water damage had wrecked the garden that he and many friends had cultivated together. Most of the flowers died from being submerged in salt water for so long, and even the saplings and rose bushes are looking worse for wear. And many of the gifts from his friends have either been washed away or heavily damaged by the water.

Serph's first instinct had been to tear a local apart (he had been hungry), but he'd held himself back, remembering what he'd told Ky. But the killing of locals stops now. He doesn't need to eat people. Not any more.

All week, Serph will either near the Forest Quadrant, picking through the garden surrounding his Tribe's base to see what can be salvaged, or up on the island in his demon form as he returns to the shore after hunting in the sea. He's always happy to talk with people, new and old, though people who know him may find him slightly more forthcoming than usual. But only slightly.]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!

[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]

Ah—?

[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).

And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]

I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—

[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]

Honestly, I'm fine.

[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.

Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]

Who: All of YOU!
Where: In the Vat equivalant of a Mexican restaurant!
When: January 23rd
Style: Whatever you want it to be, bra.
Status: WIDE OPEN MINGLE POST


[Some time ago, Cielo had mentioned this thing called flautas and how Gale needed to try some. Cielo had also mentioned that he knew a restaurant in Vatheon that sold them. For free, like most other things in the bubble, of course.

Yukari had also given Cielo and Serph a birthday some time ago: January 23rd. And what better excuse did Serph need for a big Embryon outing in the name of flautas and birthdays?

Which brings us to a "Mexican" (whatever that means) restaurant in Vatheon, where there are at least 8 people at a table (Cielo, Gale, Heat, Rinoa, Sera, Serph, Signless/Sufferer, Tiir) with a ridiculous amount of Mexican food. Some of it is mild, harmless to the sensitive palate. But some of dishes... the spices on those are enough to make you feel like you can breathe fire after a single mouthful. The horrendous table manners of about half the people there leaves much to be desired, however...

The locals, excited at having so much business at once, decide that other people need to taste the delightful flavours of their cuisine. If you're passing by, the threat of locals forcibly dragging you into their restaurant with other poor saps is very real.]



[ooc: TL;DR A general mingle post centered around Mexican food that ranges from mild to spicy as Satan's balls. There is a very high chance your character has been forcibly dragged into the restaurant by pushy locals. WHATEVER COULD GO WRONG!?]

Who: Bitty!Tiir & you!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Towards the beginning of the curse.
Style: [preferably sob]
Status: Open!

[Rather than what some of the other young children are doing, Tiir doesn't cry when he finds himself in an unfamiliar situation. Once it sinks in that he doesn't know where he is or how he got here (and why is he surrounded by humans?), he pauses—and then it hits him.

And once it does, rather than cry, he screams.

So, anyone passing by will likely see/hear the kid on his knees, eyes glowing red with him clutching his head and screaming as if it were the end of the world. Which it almost is for him, really.]

Why!? Why can't I—!?

[Why can't he hear it? There are humans everywhere, so he should hear the voice, telling him to devour them all—and yet his mind is empty.

Whywhywhywhy—]

Who: A fallen Muraki and Vatheon
What: So what happens when a certain someone looses his eye...
When: The third of January, morning
Style: Lazy third but I'll match you
Status: Open like a chest cavity


[ This isn't the first time he's entered the city like this. Of course, the last time saw him soaked to the bone and blood ridden, barely recovering from what seemed to be the beginnings of third degree burns. This time he's actually passed out. The doctor is leaning against the fountain in what appears to be a loose yutaka of elaborate design, his energy levels evidently far lower than they were the last time anyone saw him. If anyone could read the dark energy he usually draws his power from, it's halved. Almost as if it was ripped right from his body.

And perhaps it was.

If one were to take a closer look at the doctor's face, one would see what appears to be blood dripping from his right eye. If one were to pry even closer, one would notice something pretty damn evident: it's hollow. He's left with his good eye. His glass eye? Who knows. At any rate, it won't be glowing any time soon.

So he lies there, half the power he once had and who knows as to how his mental stability is at the moment. The question falls to you, as always.

What do? ]

WHO Heat & Various Tribe (and Honorary!) Members
WHERE Embryon Base
WHEN Slightly backdated -- December 26th.
STYLE Either way; I'll follow your lead!
STATUS Closed to those at the base.
WARNING Cannibals.

( hark! the digital devils sing. )

Who: The two racists blah.
When: idk jae when is this
Where: Some street in Vatheon.
Style: [oaky]
Status: Closed LIKE THEIR HEARTS—I mean.

[So Tiir just walking down the street because whatever.

Except then someone tugs on his sleeve (and he would be lying if he said that there wasn't the instinct to kill the offender because yeah ingrained responses BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT HERE) and so Tiir stops and turns around.]

Ah?

[Oh. It's some stallkeeper... holding out a fish to him? What looks to be a not-quite dead fish either, uh. And then something about how he should take the fish and isn't it lovely and it'll be the most delicious fish he's ever had—and okay, Tiir is interrupting him.]

I'm not the expert on human customs... but if you intend to sell that as food, shouldn't you ensure that it's dead first?

[But it's mostly dead!! ):

Anyhow, the stallkeeper keeps trying to push the fish into Tiir's hands, except Tiir is just trying to back away because no, he doesn't want your fish, local—

And somehow more fish gets into the local's hands and what is even going on anymore and now he's waving the fish at Tiir and whoops one of them goes flying—]