Who: Toby Allaway: Jefferson, Belle French, Cas Lopez
Where: Not completely finished Diner/Tavern
Why: Cuz...
When: Around Now-ish

( CLOSED: Jefferson & Belle )
( CLOSED: Cas )

VIDEO

[This is the first time that Terrance has used the video function on his phone. He doesn’t like it but it’ll work better for what he has in mind. His hair is messy and unkempt and it’s obvious that he’s outside though little else can be seen on the small screen. When he speaks his accent is evident and thick.]

I need to do some work in Fayren, since there are unknown creatures in the area I’d like to enlist the use of a bodyguard to keep the area secure while I work.

Contact me promptly.

[He’s going to leave it at that and flick off his phone. He can technically ask Tony to borrow some of his security guys but that’s drama he doesn’t want to touch with a ten foot pole.]


ACTION | FAYREN

[He’s looking for ruins and rocks. While they might appear to be insignificant to others Terrance is able to date them, hypothesize on how they were formed, how they were built and how those who resided in the ruins lived. He has his backpack as well as some other equipment he has designed and built himself; using Tony’s equipment without permission.

This is a test run of sorts and he’s excited to see how well it goes.

Terrance can be found scribbling in his journal, spending far too much time staring at a particular formation or fiddling with his laptop and equipment. He’s very focused but also smiling at times, which for the stoic student, is unusual.]

ACTION

[Alice remembers the plane ride taking her from Romania to England. She’d just been offered a job at The Imperial College in London and had eagerly accepted the prestigious position. She remembers talking to her sister the day before and hearing the excitement in the older woman’s voice. Alice had assured her several times that she wouldn’t have time to visit; the previous professor had disappeared unexpectedly leaving the college in a tizzy.

She remembers drifting off to sleep and when she awoke she wasn’t on the plane at all. Her thick lashes dot with moisture while dark almond eyes peer up at the cave ceiling. It takes a moment for the shock to ebb and for her thoughts to begin racing.] Curious. [She whispers the word softly, testing the strength and volume of her voice. She doesn’t know where she is and hidden beneath the seemingly calm awakening she’s frightened.

Alice shifts and the mysterious box digs into her side. Wide eyes stare at it before she slowly begins to riffle through the items. She has her purse which contains her most recent field journal and a few others miscellaneous items. It isn’t much but it’s convenient for stowing the contents of the box. Steeling her nerves she wades across the small pool of water and heads towards the exit of the bay.]

At least the sun shines here.

[Thank heavens for small favors.]

VIDEO

[Alice first reads the pamphlets, the map and the other provided information. She enjoys the Hologram even though it doesn’t delve into excruciating detail. She assumes that it is worded in such a way that it doesn’t need to be updated daily. While the situation demands answers some questions are best to answer first and the hologram and pamphlets do that well enough.

She hopes it’s safe here though she knows that terms and phrases are relative to an individual’s biases of comparison. She can only hope and that she does very well.

When she flicks on the screen she’s standing outside in the sun. Dark hair falls in waves over her shoulders and while there is a light smile on her lips there is a worried shadow in her eyes. She can’t help but find this situation unsettling.]

Excuse me, [Her words and voice are smooth, her accent indicative of southern England but fading due to her travels around the globe. She doesn’t know who she’s addressing and she’d rather be polite until she has a fuller grasp on the situation at hand.] My name is Alice Colwin, professor or doctor if you prefer formalities. Like many of you I find myself quite suddenly waking up here. I don’t have any questions at this time but I would like to meet those who’ve found themselves here.

MORE ACTION

[Alice is wearing the outfit she often wore when she was working out in the field. Her shirt is a dark tight sleeveless top made with a nice durable fabric. She has a loved brown leather jacket pulled over her shoulders and a pair of sturdy tight jeans. Her boots are dark brown and while they have a slight heel they’re meant for work. As she steps through the city she shrugs off her jacket and drapes it over her purse. As time lingers and draws onward her worry fades and in its place advances a persistent curiosity.

She can’t help but be curious. Her father had once said that the trait was rooted in the name Alice, and as such, unavoidable. Curiosity is the only true way to discovery. Her questions vary from person to person but there is one that she aims to ask a few passersby.]

Have you seen a white rabbit in a petticoat?

[She can’t help herself.]

Sebastian's arrival into the world is disconcerting. It began when he doing his normal chores of the day back at the Phantomhive Manor, and then he went to sleep. He then woke up very early in the morning to begin his daily routine for the household of the manor. With his normal routine broke out of it's usual normalcy, everything fell into chaos. Sebastian spend all morning and afternoon long, searching the cities, asking anyone for a way back home. The information he collected is the same. He is trapped here like everyone else, and he's in a different world.

In his mind, he wondered how the staff back at the manor will managed their jobs without him? And his Young Master would be very cross with him, with his unexplained absence. The closest feeling he could describe as a demon is a cross of worry, fussiness, and frustration. The sun sets, and evening descended with the sky turned dark. Unlike humans, sleep is a luxury for a busy demon, especially concerning his profession as the senior head butler. Not one to admit defeat, he will admit he probably need help from the citizens of this world.

Using his device in shape of a smartphone, he turned on the video feature. The demon marveled at the technology, but there are other issues that is pressing him at hand. Whoever is logged onto the network will see a very handsome gentleman wearing a classic, sleek, and traditional black butler uniform in a Victorian style. When he spoke, he has that calm, elegant British accent in his tone of voice.]


"Good evening. My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. Senior Head Butler of the Phantomhive Household. It seems I'm not in England anymore and I have arrived in this unfamiliar world. Any hope or chance of return seem to be a hopeless endeavor.

Ah, well. I suppose I shall have to sleep in an inn tonight, but if anyone has seen or know a young man by the name of an Earl Ciel Phantomhive, please direct this message to him. His butler is looking for him."

[The video starts awkwardly, as if someone hit it by accident and didn't know it was running. It showed a young pale boy in all white that looked very much like elaborate priest garb. Of course that would be because it was. Though he was small he was definitely dressed like the Pope, hat and all. He looked distressed as he glanced around the bay and then sat down near the hologram welcome message unsure of what else to do.

What was going on? He didn't understand. He woke up in some sort of coffin, and then a hologram was talking. But... where was he exactly? He was even given some sort of device, but he wasn't exactly sure how it worked. It looked like an ancient relic, but he didn't really know much about those himself.]

I wish S-Sister was here....

[Caterina would know, she would know what to do too. Alessandro however did not. Was he kidnapped again? Was his life in danger again? But no one was here... it was just him, alone....]

What d-do I d-do...?

[It was then that he finally looked down at the device and noticed a blinking.]

Eh?

Ah! H-hello? Can anyone h-here me? I-is this working? H-help... I... I d-don't know where I am.... I d-don't understand what's h-happening.

[Normally this sort of thing wouldn't require an anonymous filter, but with the particular subject matter she's decided that it's the best course of action. As something's been weighing on her mind and she's not... quite certain how to go about asking these sorts of things out loud and with her name attached to them.]

Opinions.

How do you discard the past? Two different pasts and one of them not being something one wishes to remember. One where you still feel the side effects of what happened, one where you still feel urges of things you really shouldn't, given you've shoved all of that aside. To not let the circumstances of that past come back to consume you.

Or is it even possible to do so?

When it's something that's such an integral part of you, when you don't remember much of the time before the less desirable one took over your identity?

I don't want to hear just happy endings, either. As it stands, the urges rise further and further as if it's a flame slowly engulfing the kindling. You could deal with it in small doses, but you feel something is going to overflow and become what you were meant to be.

Suggestions are also welcomed on the matter, I suppose, though whether I listen to them or not is up to my own discretion.

Who: Android 18 and Krillin
Where: Kame Dojo
Why: Let's just say someone has gone off the deep end due to her own mind and someone else's influence.
When: After this post

( [Closed] )

[A man clad in samurai-style armor is on the screen with a neutral expression on his face, looking around and taking in his surroundings as he walks around. He lets out a sigh before stopping and turning back to the screen with a sigh.]

So, it appears that I am no longer in my world, but rather in a completely new one. I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Ryoma, the ruling monarch of Hoshido. And I am of need of answers.

[He then pauses, as if he thinking about what else to say.]

Also, I am wondering if anyone has seen my family or my retainers?