video, noon

[ For the second time Eleanor Guthrie’s face shows up on the network, looking a lot healthier than two weeks ago. Yet she is looking ruffled for a different reason. Her braid is a little messy, a smear of grime on her cheek.

You can see her standing in a run-down inn, only a few patrons sitting at the bar so early in the day. There’s a stuffed monkey sitting on the counter, it wears a tiny pirate hat. ]

If you're looking for a strong drink or a hearty meal in Fayren, drop by the Drunken Monkey tonight! We've been hard at work cleaning up after that spirit mess, and it's as good as new now! We have vacant rooms, too, if you'd rather not stagger home, or would like a livelier home than most. Starting today, we'll be serving rum along with ale and mead as the specialties of the house.


action, in the evening

[ When Eleanor called The Drunken Monkey as good as new she had been very generous, for the inn has only been restored to the ramshackle state it'd been in before the attacks. Manager Eleanor may be, but the owner wasn't going to pay for full renovations.

Yet it's a lively place, crowded and filled with boisterous laughter and the sounds of playful scuffles here and there, while barmaids weave skillfully through the crowd serving huge tankards of ale and bowls of savory stew. A trio of musicians takes to the raised stage every now and then, playing songs about valiant princes and fearsome dragons.

Eleanor Guthrie can be found behind the bar or waiting tables, but more often directing the other staff, or every now and then deep in conversation with one of the more fearsome-looking patrons.]

[ Weiss has done a lot in this city and world. She's built her own connections, and she has plenty of them so when she needs back-up musicians for a charity concert it's honestly not that hard to get them together quickly. Nor is it difficult to get a camera crew there for a free charity concert. Donations are optional and can be as low or high as you want, everyone is welcome. The banner that's over town center reads "NOVA IS EVERYONE'S: A LOW-INCOME HOUSING FUNDRAISING CONCERT" She's raising money to help more people be able to afford to live in Nova outside of little holes in the wall. The rich got more living spaces, and that's not how she wants this city to be- a place where only the uppercrust and those pooling their money together can afford. She wants it to be for everyone. On the television, the reporter explains that the City Guardian is hosting and unexpectedly performing and, curiously, seems to have billed herself simply as "Weiss" as a featured artist, leaving out her last name.

There are a couple of other acts ahead of time, all taking place in front of a large mirror that covers the full stage so you can see the musician's backs and yourself in the audience, but eventually Weiss takes the stage. Her piano that Jaune and Dave refurbished for her half a year ago is rolled onto the outdoor stage when it's her turn, and she takes a seat at it. She doesn't greet anyone or explain anything, she just begins playing, then singing. It's beautiful, and the audience seems to quiet down as she does sing. There are other instruments played by other musicians behind her on the stage-- strings, percussion-- classical instruments typically reserved for the upper class. That is until two minutes and twenty seconds into the song, the last part her father heard at his last charity concert featuring her, when stage ninjas bring all of the other musicians electrical guitars and the drummer certainly changes his tune. It's a rock song now.

Weiss stands up, leaving the piano behind her, but approaches the front of the stage as she sings, belting her lyrics out and really becoming more.. alive, than the stiffness she started with at the piano. She's moving with the music, and at some point she starts taking her jewelry off-- they're the jewelry she arrived with, the ones her father bought her. Ridiculously expensive, despite being small and delicate, and she walks over to the edge of the stage where the guy collecting charity is and drops them onto the table, raising her hand up after she does and the song finishes. She didn't need a mic the whole time, her voice is powerful, stronger than she looks. At the end of the song, that abrupt end, the mirror behind the stage completely shatters and falls down behind the stage (luckily there's a very clear panel keeping the gap between the stage and the musicians safe, no worries, it's just for kickass stage effects).

She can stand on her own, and she will, no matter who the mayor is or how much he tries to worm his way into her life when she can't run anymore. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, but at the end of the song, the whole world is going to see what was once a very rare sight: Weiss Schnee, smiling like she means it, before she stands up straight again and accepts a mic from one of the volunteers. ]

We're here today to raise money to make sure Nova City's a place where everyone is welcome, regardless of how much they make or where they come from as long as they want to be a part of this city without causing harm. This place has become a home to me, even if I'm not from here. Let's not let anyone take that from any of us.

[ That's all she says. Very simple, before they go back to perform other songs. You can watch the full thing on television or just head over to Nova, but Weiss wanted to make absolutely certain that her part was recorded for the network. There's a number for making donations over the phone as well. ]

[It was a hot one alright. Thankfully the heat was enough to keep most ne'er do wells at home making for a quiet day at the Guardian's office. However, that peace was going to be quickly shattered as Dante kicked in the front door. He was wearing his normal red jacket, but nothing beneath save for an old pair of weathered jeans and his combat boots. His leather holsters were worn over the jacket with his twin handguns shining in the summer sun. Rebellion was likewise gleaming in the sun, completely forgoing the guitar case he used to keep a low profile with the blade. In one hand he held a pair of thick serrated blades, one appearing to be made of ruby, the other sapphire. Slung over his shoulder, supported by the other arm was a large anti-material sniper rifle that was just about as long as Dante was tall. He walked with purpose and a smirk on his face as he stomped into Cassian's office, dumping the wealth of weapons on the new Guardian's desk.]

I told you I was a man of action, so I'm showing instead of telling. These are the spoils of my jobs in my world. I'm a Devil Hunter. The best around.

[Gaston can be seen hunched over book at a table in the Drunken Monkey His shift had ended and he was enjoying a drink at the same time. He held the book awkwardly in his hands just as he had with the smart phone. He always had a hard time holding something small with his large hands, feeling like he would break the object.

Thankfully he had found a book that was in his language to read. That was the first problem. Then it was finding something interesting enough to read. A book called the Three Musketeers caught his attention. Even then he was having a hard time reading it. Not to mention the attention span for it.

He didn't understand why Belle loved those books so much. She was always carrying one or two around and had her nose stuck in one. She basically hid in them. When he tried to spark a conversation with her over the book she had, she seemed interested for a change. Only, he had failed miserably with the fact he never had read the book.

He eventually slammed the book with an irritated sigh. He was lucky enough to have made it through a few pages before growing bored.]

I don't get it. What is so important about these books? They can never hold my attention long enough to finish one.

[He was talking to himself more then anything, not realizing that he accidentally turned his device on to recording.]

[She couldn't time travel; after having given this place his ability to not need to sleep often and the ability to not get drunk; upon waking up in his Tardis at least Ten can hear her and she's alive but - she paid a price too for being here. At least he was able to find her. Even if it was in Powell Estate in Peckham. A bit bothersome on how something knows that when he hasn't told anyone. It wasn't a coincidence considering the 'Bad Wolf' painted on the walls outside.

Next, The Doctor sees if she can fly - and she can! And they fly together through all the areas; Nova, Attleton, Everglade, Fayren and Genessia; during the night. Trying to break through the barriers. And found it useless. However, doesn't mean that some people didn't see a Police Box flying though the sky at night. You just may have Where that landed is quite another question.

Trapped. Was he supposed to accept this faith? No - he will not. Not again. Time Lords punished him in his Third life on Earth and was not happening again.... Maybe if he goes underground? He'll have to figure out how too.]

[Locked to Cassian Andor, Grell Sutcliff, Yukiko Amagi, David Haller, Weiss Schnee]

Hallo. I'm The Doctor. Sorry, so sorry about being late about this. Have belated congratulations on winning the election. Great speeches all of you.
[Now to business]

Yukiko and David already know from the spirit invasion but if you're in need of a volunteer. Just give me a ring.


[End Lock for Cassian Andor, Grell Sutcliff, Yukiko Amagi, David Haller, Weiss Schnee]

[Lock to Professor Augustine]

About those Pokemon creatures - tell me more about the Poke balls.

[End lock to Professor Augustine]

[Locked to Belle]

Sorry, sorry if I worried you. I sort of passed out for a week. [Pops his mouth at the end there]

[End lock to Belle]


So - seeing as this place is a multiversal hub - I'm sure you all have stories to tell about where you're from.

Whut's the most interesting thing from your world?

I'll start - which is The Lion King and The Muppets Christmas both brillantly done pieces of human filmography.


(OOC: The Tardis is near the Genessia City Police Department)

Good Evening.

As Mayor of Nova City, I am entitled to hire two bodyguards of my choosing for my personal protection. Any who are interested, please contact me at your earliest convenience. This position requires the following:

1. Combat experience. I am open to a variety of forms and weapons training, however since it is a security position, you must be a proficient fighter.

2. Flexibility of hours. This is a full time job. In addition to working while I am in my office, I will require security detail whenever I leave my penthouse, as well as any events that I, as Mayor, must attend.

3. Loyalty. It is imperative that I know that I can trust you with my life - literally. As I am new to this world, I am obviously not familiar with all of you, however my daughter and current Guardian of Nova City, who many of you know, will be helping me hand select my bodyguards.

4. Attention to detail. At any moment there could be an attempt on my life or the office as a whole. I need people who are extremely vigilant to ensure that these events never come to pass.

5. Adulthood. Apologies to any aspiring minors, but this position is far too dangerous for children. You must be an adult to apply.

If you have any questions at all, please do not hesitate to contact me or my office. I look forward to hearing from you.

((ooc: As said, this position is only open to TWO people! Just because you replay does not guarantee you the job. Please contact me oog to discuss this. There's also a plurk post going so that we can all hash this out together, so you can check in there to see what's going on.))

[It's been a week or two since the end of the invasion, and someone's finally, finally gotten her feet under her. New world? The concept isn't alien to her. But the only people she's ever met who managed the feat had to give up their corporeal bodies to do it, and she'd know if she'd done something like that, even by accident - right?]

[Regardless, she's now decided it's time to reach out to people. Her linkpearl doesn't work, for whatever reason - odds are good it's waaaay out of range - so she's relying on the 'phone' supplied to her in that little care package. Here, citizens and prisoners of Genessia - have a tiny, blue-haired woman addressing you.]

This is really quite the charming place, when it's not being overrun by ghosts. If I were here by choice, I might even enjoy it.

My name is Aeslyn Blackrose; I doubt it means anything to anyone here, unless Garlemald's reach is far greater than any of us ever guessed. I haven't seen much call for my usual line of work, whether in the 'newspaper' or on this phone thing, so I'm guessing rogue godlings aren't much of a concern here. I am well and truly grateful for that.

That being said, I am at something of an impasse. There are bounty hunters here in plenty already, more than one escort service, and each city has its own Guardian already. There is no war to fight, no empire to overthrow, no god to cast down. Alphinaud would have a fit. [She smiles, but it doesn't last long.]

In short, I need work. I can do woodwork, tailoring, cooking, alchemy, leatherwork, goldsmithing, blacksmithing, and armorsmithing, and I'm quite capable of fighting if that's the only call for my talents. I am a fully grown adult of some thirty-three summers, and I am not above doing odd jobs for coin.