Who: Albert Heinrich and Walter Bishop
Where: Forest quadrant
When: Evening of the 8th
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Despite his general quietness on the network in wariness of being peered at by the powers that be, Albert does check it quite often. In the case of today, he'd stumbled across Sol's post in regards to science and mentally flagged the post as useful. After all, when you're a cyborg far from your maker, repairs tend to be a little difficult to make should they be necessary. His attention is caught not by the mechanical scientific knowhow but by another topic. It spurs him to send Walter a brief message, an invitation to an evening's walk through the trees. Nothing suspicious at all.

He has certain things on his mind though, in light of recent information that he's gathered. Not information about the bubble, but that about the future of his own timeline, about the fates of his friends, and he suspects - given Walter's line of work - that the aging scientist can help.

Albert waits for Walter to arrive on the edge of the forest quadrant with a lit cigarette in his mouth, hands deep in the pockets of his overcoat, and hopes the man can give him the information he needs.

Who: Tear Grants
Where: Inside Vatheon
When: Backdated to June 24th
Style: starting with action, can match
Status: Open

[Tear didn't have much experience with swimming, unless one counted the few times that Luke and Jade and suggested that they relax at the spa on the top floor of the Keterburg hotel. Natalia had tried to teach her how to swim, but when you spend a good portion of your life being surrounded by miasma, you don't really like water.

Of course, she'd found things back on Auldrant to appreciate, especially after facing down her older brother and finding herself with a two-year wait for the boy she loved to possibly return to their group. She'd learn to properly swim in pools, taken up singing more and other things than just Fonic Hymns, helped Anise and Teodoro restructure the Order of Lorelei and hunted down the stray replicas that Van and the God-Generals had left of the Oracle Knights in places like Mt. Roneal and the other Sephiroth on Auldrant. She'd even spent time travelling to Baticul and Grand Chokmah to see Natalia, Guy, Jade, and Emperor Peony.

Although, waking up in a bubble, surrounded by water was the last thing she ever expected.

It took everything in her to keep from screaming. She hadn't realized how stifled the Qliphoth had felt until she spent more time on the surface of Auldrant. So, to be back in a similar atmosphere made her have to bite back the panic. She shoved it back and looked around her, seeing a towel, a brochure and a strange device.]

What's this?

[Later, after reading through the brochure and using the towel, Tear can be found walking through the middle section of the city. Her first stop was the Welcoming Center. Then, you can find her checking out the Volunteer Defense Force's office. Then, she'll be found checking out the various other sections of the city as she tries to find a place to live.

Lastly, you'll find Tear on the island, breathing deeply of the fresh air, despite the barrier keeping her from leaving. She's looking at the houses and finding one she loves. One that requires very little work to make habitable and would keep her happy.]

Who: 004 and you
When: A little past eleven pm on the 24th
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting prose, but I'll match
Status: Open!

Its a strange sensation to walk through a door you knew lead one place and end up in another and it sets off all kinds of mental alarms for the German cyborg to suddenly find himself drenched in an unfamiliar place when he'd just been shuffling his injured way from a castle - and a nightmareish encounter - back to his car. Instead of on the stretch of dirt road that leads back towards Dresden, he found himself here, wherever that is.

He takes a quick stock of his surroundings, mentally reaching out to see if 001 had perhaps warped him somewhere. It wasn't an unheard of notion, but he's in no real shape to face whatever threat he's been sent here to face. Granted, 001 would usually tell them when he was going to teleport them, or there would be clear and imminent danger.

Well, that part could be correct, if the shape Albert's in is any indication, though Ivan would have been too little too late. Albert's scarlet uniform is still intact, covering his cybernetic parts save for his metallic right hand, but he can feel either fluid or blood leaking from his side and his right shoulder creates a painful grinding sensation when he moves it too far. He'll need to get to Gilmore soon if he can help it but by the look of the barrier in the distance, he may not get that chance. He reaches to his side to check just how badly he's leaking (or bleeding) but his hand brushes a small pamphlet of some kind sticking out of his belt, the cover proclaiming "Welcome to Vatheon!" in bright letters.

He takes several minutes to find a position he can defend himself from if need be, a bench against a tall brick wall down a side alley that still lends itself a modicum of visibility to the plaza, and takes a look at the brochure, wondering what in the hell Black Ghost is up to this time.