Who: Open to all
What: Adventure and ruin exploration!
Where: Erif Ruins
When: July 17th - 31st
Warnings: None at the moment


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[So Ace got wopped in the mouth by a newspaper crashing through the window. He has to find that news coo so he can tip him because what great service! He gets to be the first one to read it even around the damp sections.

But he also found something that could not be borne.

A Puppy Prison.

Who would do such a horrible thing?

Well whoever would do it, Ace wouldn't tolerate it.

He takes some time to strategize, and then around 1pm, sends this video out to everyone]

Puppies were meant to be free! I won't let anyone hold them hostage under my watch! No matter what they've done!

[and he throws back his head and howls, a few of the dogs howling with him, before the jail break commences.

And after?]


Who: Ace, a swirling yapping, excitable puppylanch of all ages, shapes and sizes, and you!
What: Chaos! Chaos everywhere! Dogs! Frightened Cats! Poop left in unexpected places! Freedom! Your call!
Where: Anywhere but the Everglades
When: July 17th
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: Feel free to make your own threads about finding a puppy or two or a dozen without Ace necessarily being involved. Ping me if you want him though.

VIDEO | TEXT

[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.

When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]

" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"

[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]

"brief summary. "

[There is another short pause.]

"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”

[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]

Thanks for the welcome Genessia.

ACTION | STREETS

[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.

His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.

He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]

VIDEO

[With absolutely zero apologies to anyone who sees this, Bartolomeo spends the first 30 seconds of the video feed looking into the camera with a dubious expression and picking his nose. Just. Placidly staring, digging for gold. Enjoy the prolonged video study of his fangs, nose ring, goth makeup, and bright fucking neon green hair. Best first impression ever.

When he gets bored of that, his finger drops and he just bares his fangs into the phone's camera.]

This is stupid. Get a job? Hah! Jobs are for losers. And this jewelry is ugly. I'm so over this place, look at it. This little town is way too pretty. [he grins widely] It needs a special touch, I think. Maybe it's time for a new Barto Club, eh?

[he drops the video away and forgets to turn it off right away, so for a moment it just swings wildly back and forth in his fist as he walks. In the process of this vertigo-inducing view, it also picks up his last mutter to himself:]

Ain't as much fun if Luffy-senpai isn't around. Che. Ugly-ass town, no ocean, nothin'...

ACTION

[Bartolomeo is not at all interested in going to the employment office or getting an apartment. No, first he wants to have a look around, and even though he really did read the pamphlets and maps - which are now hanging out of his pants, shoved in his belt - none of that shit matters at the moment. Without his ship, his crew, his bounty, and his beloved great captain Luffy to follow after (that he knows of), he's been left adrift. His dream of sailing as a member of the Pirate King's fleet, put on hold. His purpose for getting stronger, derailed. Oh well, there's always mob work to fall back on. A pretty place like this just deserves to be torn apart at the seams by a gang or ten.

Barty can be found sauntering lazily along any street, hands in his pockets, insulting people at random, spitting on the sidewalk, flipping the finger at vehicles who honk at him for jaywalking, trying on clothes but never buying them, and overall being a nuisance.

By evening, though, he's hungry and bored and looking for a bar with good bar food and beer. Help a pirate out, man!]

Who: Amberdrake & Sanzo
What: Sanzo is dumb about something and they talk. Idk.
Where: Hotel room
When: Mid July
Warnings: N/a but there will probably be angst

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[There's the tell tale sound of a cigarette lighter and the sharp intake of breath before Ronan begins to speak.]

Anybody else notice how hot it got around here? I took a look around and the paper wasn't lying. It's this hot everywhere. I wonder if it has anything to do with those ruins they found over in Fayren. It's hard to believe this place isn't more connected than it seems, you know? What do you guys think?


Action | Office (Terra's Flower Shop, Attleton)

[Because of the sweltering heat, Ronan has decided to stay inside, in his cramped but slightly homey office in the back of Terra's flower shop, and get some paperwork done. As a somewhat pleasant surprise, business for his PI firm has been pretty steady, whether it was people, locals, or even the municipality hiring them, they were getting cases. Some of them were pretty mundane, but it was work, and it was work helping people, which is just the way Ronan liked it.

He's spent too long, in a life that seemed a lifetime ago, making the lives of people around him Hell. This was how he could atone, and it was good work, even if it was looking for lost kittens.

He'd head out front occasionally to check for customers while Terra was away, and to get some lemonade, because that's what weather this sweltering required: lemonade. Julia used to say it was a mandate. Who was he to argue?]