Mr. Gold {Rumpelstiltskin}
30 June 2016 @ 03:26 am
Who: Mr. Gold {Rumpelstiltskin} & Open
What: Arrival
Where: Bay exit/entrance + Genessia City/Library


To be honest, Gold isn't a stranger to finding himself displaced onto new worlds. However, he usually is in someway responsible, or at least he knew that he was going to end up in a new world in short order. Neither happened to be the case here. Oh, sure he had taken the portal to get to the Land of Untold Stories. However, he hadn't done a thing to take himself from there to here.

He was reasonably certain this wasn't the world that Hyde had spoken of that held the knowledge he sought. It's disconcerting how easily he found himself in another world that has nothing to do with his end goal.

The white box gets a brief passing look as he makes certain that the two most important items he'd had on him prior to his waking here were still in his possession. Once assured they indeed were, he relaxes enough to leave the bay where he woke up before investigating the white box he'd woken up with; followed by investigating the nearby magazine rack for other answers. He gains a few but remains with others unanswered.

How he'd been brought, why he'd been brought, what purpose really did the neck piece actually serve? If it was only given to those kidnapped and dragged here, was it merely an identification of those not native of this world or did it hold a more sinister and hidden purpose? He pocketed it for the time being, he'd keep it on him but until he learned more of it he had no plans on wearing it properly. The strange currency he placed in his wallet beside that he'd brought from home. He'd look into possible employment in tandem with seeking out answers to his remaining questions as well as possible knowledge pertaining to the one goal he still held.

Collecting a city map from the rack, he could be discovered examining it or even on his way toward the library he'd noted from the map.
 
 
Nagisa Hazuki
30 June 2016 @ 09:27 am
I have a question for those who have been here a while. Like a year or longer.

I've been here eight months and I've seen many people I've been close to come and go and every time it hurt's. So I was wondering how those who have been here even longer handle such a thing? Seeing people come and go, making new friends only to have them disappear.

Does it ever get better, or do you still feel sad and hurt when people you've made friends with vanish?
 
 
Kurumi Tokisaki
30 June 2016 @ 04:06 pm
[When the dark haired girl in a school uniform appears on the video feed, she looks fairly calm. Kurumi has taken the time to check out the brochure rack and read up on what she could. That doesn't change the fact that this completely messes with her plans. She smiles at the camera, though. Getting frustrated wouldn't help. At least for now.]

Oh, there we go. Hello.

[She offers a brief wave before continuing.]

As a newcomer to this city, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kurumi Tokisaki, from Raizen High School. I've read the handy brochures, but I think hearing some personal opinions of this place would be more informative.

[She pauses, tapping her chin as if she'd forgotten something. Oh! There was something else she wanted to ask.]

As it looks like I might be here a while, does anyone have suggestions for a job? I doubt what I've been given will last very long.
 
 
Johnny Storm
30 June 2016 @ 07:50 pm
[Arrival; Outside the Bay]

[Well, this was pretty strange. You think you are going one place, and then suddenly you end up in another. Johnny had just done the whole spending time on another world thing. Now it looked like he was in for an encore of that. Though this world seemed different than he one he just came from.

He glanced around at his surroundings as he stood outside of the Bay. Yep, much more modern than where he came from. Not only that..there was something else. He took a brief moment before activating his powers. Suddenly, he was completely engulfed in flames. He could feel his abilities back in full and that felt great.]



Oh man. It feels so great to be able to bring the heat again. [He flares up his fire a bit more, the flames growing higher and hotter. Just a little test to make sure they were back in full force.

Granted, anyone not use to such a sight might freak out at the sight of someone that looked like they were being burned alive. But Johnny wasn't worried about that at the moment.]



[Apartment Search; Nova City & Genessia City]

[Decked out in a nice suit and a pair sunglasses, Johnny is making his way about both Nova City and Genessia City looking into housing. The other three cities didn’t hold his interest too much, which was good, because that meant his time searching for a place was going to be cut down if he was shaving three entire cities off his list.

Finding a place to live was important. He already has a job, but a nice, comfortable place to lay his head? That was just as important. If not more so. He couldn’t possibly hope to entertain a beautiful woman in an icky run down place. That would be blasphemy.

So if you happen to be in the area of the major apartment complexes in the city, you might bump into him taking a look at the places. He's mostly considering NC over GC, because they place is so advanced, he knows he can get into a lot of fun there.]
 
 
Priscilla "Priss" Sonoma Asagiri
[ The broadcast comes with the sunset, and in fact the camera is angled so that it only catches Priss' partially-gloved fingers on the guitar strings, and a shred of her leather-covered stomach inhaling sharply at all the key moments once she's singing, barely visible around the guitar's body. The rest of the camera's zoomed focus is on the sky behind her as sunset begins to roll in, which takes up fully half the frame. Priss may not have a band here, but she's a god damned professional, and she knows how to set up a shot. And how to project into a mic that's several feet away; wherever she is, she's set up the acoustics damn well. ]

[ There's only a few seconds pause before she begins to move her still slightly-damaged fingers on the strings, left hand at the neck and right picking the first notes before the first strum. If said fingers are stiff at all, it doesn't show. An inhale... and her voice joins in over the guitar as more notes are pulled from it. ]

[ It's a slow song. ]

Blue Confusion )