Hello, everyone! Gee, it's really been a while... Sorry about that!

I've been thinking about this really hard lately, and I still can't figure it out... So I thought, maybe I should ask for help? You see, I'm actually really busy helping people back home. Before I got here, I was always helping magical girls. Always, like I never had time for a normal life anymore. I thought that because of that, maybe I should be more grateful for my normal life here...?

But... I think I want to quit my waitress job. I think that I want to do something in Genessia like I do back home. I want to help people here. That's what I want to use this second life for. I don't regret my choice back home and I was actually super happy to use my whole existence to help people.

Ahhh, sorry! I rambled. Okay, what I'm asking! What jobs like that are there here? Jobs where I can help people? I'm a magical girl, and I-I can fight for the sake of others and stuff. Maybe I'd like to learn to use my archery better..? And uh. I can garden? Is that useful?

Help would be great... Thank you!

Who: Solas, Alleyana Lavellan
What: A bloodied and battered Alley turning in the Nature Mage from the recent group bounty hunt in Fayren. Solas plays healer.
When: Backdated to when that nature mage was forking up Fayren.

[ Anger fueled Alleyana in a fight. Back on Thedas, the inner furnace of her emotions had lured Rage demons to her like flies to honey every time she'd drawn her weapon from her side.

And although there were no Rage demons here, the anger... well, that was no different.

The thing about anger, though, was that once it burned all its fuel it left a person tired, worn down, weary. That was Alleyana now; slumped in her saddle, blood dripping down across dragonhide leather and catching -- pooling briefly -- in dragonbone maille.

She wasn't sure, honestly, if it was the anger's tax or the blood loss that was making her more tired, but it wasn't like she'd never done this shit before. Riding her undead horse with an unconscious captive slung across the beast's leathery flank... almost felt like normal, honestly.

The three vines impaled into her right shoulder, though, that bit sucked. She'd cut them free several inches away from where they'd gone in, and left them, knowing from experience that removing a foreign object was best done when setting and stitching could be immediately applied, and not out in the middle of a fight.

Just a little longer, and she could turn over the mage to Fayren's proper authorities, and then... well, then she could worry about it. ]

[ It's been a busy week for Ayame. She spent her weekend back in a replica of her homeworld's Dubai, and her duties as Deputy Guardian have been time consuming. Though the latter was just all patrolling and paperwork so far, thankfully. It's definitely better than trouble. Now that she's free again after keeping to herself and her friends, Ayame feels like using this day to reach out to more people. ]

Video - Public

[ The video starts with the camera pointing forward. Her cat Hibiki sits comfortably on a basket in front of a bicycle as it passes through a small street, with small patches of farm on either side. It wasn't long until the camera switches to Ayame on the bike, with the comm device floating to show her face while her hands are both on the bike. ]

Good morning, Genessia. Autumn seems close now, isn't it? I'm excited to see the leaves turn color and for this heat to subside.

[ She smiles, slowing her bike down slightly ]

Getting to my point - I'm simply here to ask you what your favorite dish is, or something that you miss eating back home. Whether it is an actual meal on to itself, a dessert item, or even just a snack. I'd love to hear about it. My free time is now spent improving my skill to cook and bake, so I'm open to new ideas and challenges. I will even try my best to make it for you.

[ Crossing some train tracks, the background begins to show more signs of infrastructure. She's in a more suburban area of modern Tokyo from the looks of it. ]

Though I'm still a beginner, I will accept ideas from alien cuisines that normally isn't available in the Earth-like Genessia City. To think that I've been to many worlds for most of my life, traveling from one alien realm after another, yet I never got much of a chance to try what tastes a lot of them had to offer. Hm. In any case, it should be entertaining to experiment and attempt to recreate them using what ingredients we have available in this world. So please, let me know.

Action - Nova City - Public

[ As a newly appointed Deputy Guardian, Ayame is getting reacquainted to yet another familiar feeling - to serve a greater good with using her skills as a soldier. She only joined to take Satsuki's place, but thankfully there's a big difference in being a Deputy and being an Archon that makes this job easier for her to bear, and is that she's given more opportunities to interact with civilians and not just a life of going from mission after mission. Her first goal as a Deputy is to build rapport with the citizens of Nova. Hair up in a bun and clad in a new attire inspired by Satsuki's Junketsu, Ayame can be found patrolling her assigned sector in Nova City.

While on her break, she stands at a plaza speaking to citizens, one of whom lets Ayame carry their baby in her arms. Gently rocking the child like a mother would, Ayame's smile beams as she lets the baby grip her finger. She turns her attention to the person that caught the baby's gaze away, Ayame nodding and greeting them in a friendly manner ]

Ah, hello.

[ She said, playfully waving the baby's arm at this person. As Deputy, she felt the need to ask: ]

Is there anything that I can help you with?

[ Something minor? Something major? Either way, Ayame would try her best ]

Who: Augustine G. Vlad Tepes, Rip van Winkle, Lancer of Black (Vlad III) & Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)
What: A vampire noble witnessed the senseless killing of her human lover by three of her kin. Now clamoring for justice, four unique individuals join the hunt for the murderers all for different reasons.
When: Midnight, Everglade
Ratings: Fantasy violence, swearing & Aizawa is warning enough

( What a cruel thing to have your lover ripped apart from you )

[Yesterday, Mantis had found a replacement for her broken lamp at long last. It took a while given her meager paycheck, and while a lamp would have been a nice personal touch to her dingy poorly lit motel room, it wasn't a necessity.]

[It was sheer luck that she happened to pass a garage sale, and once she learned that it was not the garage but the items on the tables next to the garage, she found the most beautiful lamp she had ever seen. The shade was fashioned out of tiffany glass in greens, blues, and purples, with little dragonflies patterned upon it. She fell in love with the lamp and bought it, carried it home, and set it up next to her bed so she could look at it when she fell asleep.]

[Then the Paperboy CAME IN THE NIGHT.]

[She awoke with a start at the sound of shattering glass, twice: once as the newspaper crashed through the dirty motel window, and again as it collided with her lamp, knocked it over, and shattered the cunning glass work. Mantis sat up in bed with a jolt, and when she saw her lamp, her antennae drooped sadly. :c]

[Outside, she can hear the hotel manager bellowing in rage. 'BUG LADY! Did you break that window?! You'll have to pay for that!']

[And just like that, Mantis is in debt. She's swept up what she could of the lamp and placed it into a paper grocery bag. Perhaps she can get it fixed. She carries it with her up and down the streets in search of a repair shop, but no one seems able to fix it. She's told to just throw it out, but she can't bring herself to do it. Where else is she going to find a lamp with dragonflies on it?]

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[VIDEO]

[Mantis looks dejected, but she's smiling as hard as she can. It...doesn't look great. The dissonance is probably a little creepy.]

I would like a temporary job to earn more money. My skills are limited, but I will do my best for you.

[She will try. She will try so hard. Success is not guaranteed.]

Good morning~

[Kaoru sounded as chipper as ever but he had a purpose for his attitude. Guess who was working on their persona as an idol. It was a work in progress since he was by himself and didn't have his brother to work off of.]

I hope everyone is having such a fantastic day? I know I am. But... [The but trails off slightly as his smile turns into a small pout.]

I've been wanting to do something and I am finding it hard to find the right people for it. [He glances over, there was a pile of papers beside him. The pout was at least gone, but he was still putting on the act]

I need some models or inspiration for something I am working on. As a thank you I will, of course, make the outfit I design for you. Call it an exclusive outfit only for you. [He couldn't help but laugh slightly before giving a little wink.]

I hope to see who is interested.

[Kurogiri's portals were a familiar sensation, familiar enough that this instantly felt wrong. All For One had sent the League away, but this was wrong. Very wrong. As he opened his eyes, he instantly started to formulate a plan. Before leaving the pod he removed the hand covering his face, and went over every object that was in the pod with him. Slowly he opened the pod and left it, the prosthetic hand left behind. He only paid cursory attention to the recording for now. First he made his way to a clothing store and bought a hoodie, only then returning for the hand he'd left in his pod. With it securely hidden in the hoodie's pocket he made hes way onto the streets. Of course, a hero could've spotted him and be tailing him or calling for backup, and so he needed a distraction. As he rounded a corner, he dragged his hand along the corner of a building, a small gesture that nobody should notice unless they were specifically looking for it. As he walked away, he could hear the wall crumbling behind him and the chaos that ensued. It was the perfect distraction for him to vanish into the crowd.]

[Anonymous Voice]

[It had been several hours since arriving here and Shigaraki had set about learning everything he could about his surroundings, only to find this world was not unlike his own, and that just... pissed him off. One voice modulator app later and he had a question to pose to the network at large.]

I'm new here, so I apologize if I speak from ignorance, but these so-called Guardians seem a lot like people from my world. Government subsidized bruisers paid to enforce their view of morality. So I have a question. Why are we NPC's in their game?

Who: Newt, Tina, Albus and Torchwood employees (Thatch, Koishi, Ches Cat, Rose, Martha, Sarah, Matt, Jack, A3, Gwen, Nikola, Doctor Brown, Trunks, 10 and 11 Doctors)
What: Checking out Torchwood
Where: Torchwood

After hearing a bit about Torchwood from the kelpie and having been there - Newt liked the idea of the restaurant giving creatures like a kelpie an alternate choice to eating others like Newt. Taking Albus and Tina with him, and the briefcase and Bowtruckle sticking out of his shirt coat pocket.

"Excuse me. Who's in charge here?"

[The feed clicks on to reveal!

Mud.

A lot of mud.

There are some leaves too, and a few twigs. But mostly? Mud.

Hector's voice can be heard over the mud, vaguely, and it sounds like a normal conversation. Pretty one sides actually.

Really Hector isn't talking to himself.

I promise.]

Pues, I'm not really sure how it works here but you're the first one I've ever seen. And I traveled...a lot when I was alive.

[A pause.]

Eh? No se. I'm used to it. But hey, check this out!

[Whatever amazing thing- can't be seen by the audience, but whatever Hector's talking to makes a rather eerie laugh. And that's when Hector's heel hits the com and he gives a small ow. A bit of cleaning and hector's skeletal face is seen, grinning brightly.]

Oh, hey. Oops. I think the hole in my pocket got worse. Sorry amigos!

[He's about to turn off the feed when the spirit or what have you whispers something.]

Oh yeah. Hey, anyone have a pair of curtains they don't want? I...kind of need a door.

[Bruce feels himself falling forward and he prepares to crumble into dust like half the battle field of Wakanda.. But instead of hitting the ground with a puff of dust he hits the ground hard.]

Ow.

[For second his skin turns a slight shade of green but then it fades and he gets up listening to the female voice feeding him information.  He understands what is going on quickly enough but he doesn't care. He stumbles out of the caves and looks around searching for a familar face.]

Nat...Steve.....Thor...anyone?

[Don't ask how the communicator is set up to get a full picture of an anthropomorphic rabbit chomping away at a carrot. But that's what it's doing and that's the picture everyone is getting.

After a bit Bugs moves closer, leaning against something apparently off screen and pointing at the camera with the bitten end of the carrot.]

Alright, I get it. I'm in a whole other woirld. Dis ain't Burbank an it ain't Albuquerque needer. I buy it. But uh, see da on'y problem I got wit all a dis is.

[He gestures around him. Apparently he is in the woods, probably Fayren it's Fayren.]

Der ain't exactly a cartoon studio just aroun' da corna. So, what's a bunny ta do?

((ooc: please fill out Bugs' permission post and all his toon powers are listed on his journal :)!!!))

Action - Genessia (streets, Welcoming Center, Commonspace)

[So. This wasn't a Rayshift. At least, not a normal one. Bedivere had been completely unable to get in contact with anyone from Chaldea, be it Dr. Roman, da Vinci, or his Master. This left him with a knot in his stomach. Sure, this place seemed nice enough, but he was needed somewhere else. At least no one on the streets was bothering him.

But, for the time being, Bedivere finds himself shoving his concerns to the back of his mind. Right now, he needs to gather information and find out where he'll be staying for the next month. As a result, a handsome though slightly androgynous-looking knight clad in his full armor and with a silver artificial arm can be seen walking along the sidewalks in Genessia, first from the Bay to the Schnee Company Welcoming Center, then from there to the Genessia Commonspace, where he'll check into his apartment.

You are free to catch him at any point during this.]

[Video]

[The feed shows a new face, one who appears to be wearing armor and whose right shoulder appears to be artificial. Behind him is one of the plain walls of a studio apartment in the Genessia Commonspace.]

Please pardon me; I am a new arrival here. As in, I've been here a mere two hours. I ask, are there any current events I should be aware of? I have yet to catch wind of any news, and I would like to know if there is anything I should seek out -- or conversely, avoid.

Also...recommendations of places to eat would be greatly appreciated.

[As a Servant, he may not need food to survive, but the psychological effects of it still work just fine. And he might feel less uneasy after having something good to eat. He'll probably take it easy for the rest of the evening, then start looking for a job in the morning.]

I thank you for your time.

[The feed closes.]

[ a. accidental video ]

( When the feed switches on, the first thing you'll hear is the sound of a phone clanking against the ground and echoing against the cavern walls. The picture stills-- yet remains out of focus, until it seems the phone has been picked up, showcasing the image of a surly older man with black hair, presumably in his late 20s. He gives a grunt of disapproval when he sees his image in the camera, and the picture begins to shake as he appears to fiddle with the buttons.

Finally, the feed shuts off. )

[ b. action, cat's eye cafe ]

( This one isn't particularly talkative, nor does he intend to be. Regular patrons may notice he only speaks with the wait staff briefly and concisely, whenever he needs a refill on his tea or orders another slice of cake.

That said, it doesn't appear Kiritsugu means to leave soon, either. Gathering his bearings and all, his eyes scan over the pamphlet for a third and fourth time meticulously, as if he were plotting out a strategy, still halfway in disbelief that he was even here.

He does look rather new, though. Perhaps he could just use some help? )