[The feed turns on to a black unicorn looking down at the phone, and with how she's pulling away, it's obvious that she's used her horn to work the damnable device. This whole technology thing was so strange to her, but at least she was attempting learn, right?]

Um....is this thing working? I hope it is.

Hello, I'm Lily.

[She pulls away further, giving a better view of her equine face with bright blue eyes and her long silver horn. Her long black mane drapes from her neck, a long forelock to match hanging down in front of her face. She snorts, and looks about, not sure if this was actually working, but willing to give it a try, and seems to gain some of her confidence as she goes.]

This tool is such a strange device isn't it? But that's not quite what I came on to ask about. You see, I don't have much experience being.....of the equine variety and I was wondering if anyone could help me learn somehow? Or at least explain to me how to not be at the bottom of a herd. Yes, I know, a very human thought probably, but human is unfortunately what I know. I don't know how to be another way. So, can anyone help? Even more is what does a unicorn do? What's our purpose, and yes I know there are legends out there, but they're all different. I guess....what's everyone else's knowledge of my kind is what I'm asking? I'm sure everyone knows something different and maybe those stories could help me figure it out somehow.

My greatest thanks to anyone who answers.

a. Bay area

[Reno's not entirely surprised that he feels like he's had the best sleep he's had in a long time. With a job that requires sleeping lightly and the most recent catastrophes he's had to contend with, sleeping that heavily is a rarity that normally requires a not insignificant amount of booze beforehand.

More disconcerting is everything else: the fact he's woken up in a pod he doesn't remember finding his way into; the fact that none of his current surroundings seem at all familiar; the fact he can't remember anything at all between being with his fellow Turks and a recently-cured Rufus and shoring up somewhere new.

Frankly, it's a miracle he hasn't already thrown the box on his chest into the water already, given what could be in there. Even when he opens it - after making as many checks as he can to ensure it's not rigged to explode - he's none the wiser. He's never much good first thing at the best of times, and this is a hell of a lot of new to process.

Eventually, he makes it as far as the hologram. But he's wire-tense, senses on full alert and always with half an eye on the box he's still yet to remove the contents of, and as he listens to what is supposedly the full story it's with a slight scoff of disbelief, curses muttered beneath his breath.]

And right when I thought we were done with the bullshit for a little while.

b. The bars of Genessia

[For as cautious as he can be, for as cautious as he's been while he's tried to process the reality of what he's dealing with, Reno's never really been the sort to get too caught up in fretting over things. Once he's had time to process the basics - kidnapped but probably safe, with no apparent expectations save to live - and to perhaps do a little scouting out of the main city just in case - he figures there's really no point getting too worked up about things. Not to say that he's not keen to get back to what he knows but, well. He's got money in hand and the city has bars. Maybe he can consider it a vacation.

And so he makes his rounds of the bars within Genessia City, staying long enough to get a feel for how the atmosphere runs and if it's the sort of place he'd go back to. He finds himself drawn rather more to the dive bars, those that seem to cater to a broader range of people - partly because he hates the snobbishness of the posher places, more because he figures people-watching is a good way to learn about a place and for that, better to hit up the more varied places.

Not that it especially shows. On the surface, with his slouched, open posture and laid-back expression, he seems like nothing more than another bar patron. Only the sharpness of his gaze would give any indication that he's quite ready and willing to deal with any situations that may arise, for all he really just wants to chill out and drink a while. If company comes his way - for curiosity, or because he's spent too long watching someone and they've taken notice - all the better.]

WHEN: Anytime in September
WHAT: Opera Rehearsals, costume fittings, cast mingling, whatever else

WHO: Anyone who wants to be involved! Actors, stagehands, musicians, etc.



Production was in full swing the moment the cast had been chosen and required personnel had been hired to work the stage. Between initial costume fittings, detailed staging, raw run throughs, choreographed dances to learn, and adjustments between scenes, the theatre is constantly a whirlwind of activity.

The scenes are relatively new to the stage; while the lines have been learned, this may be the first time they’ve been worked out physically with partners, and the rest of the cast proper- an awkward moment or forgotten line is more than likely to occur. At this point, the rehearsals are closed to just those involved and their closest guests- no photographers, no reporters, no real critics aside from the directors and your peers. So work hard and break a leg!

((Ooc: This is just a catch all for phantom rehearsal themed threads. Do whatever sounds the most fun!))

[The feed clicks on and Bugs is standing in the middle of the frame wearing a rather dated uniform. It's a bit big on him, not really made in Toon size.]

Alright. I dunno who Stitch or Tommy Care-ahs is but, if did it what da people want? Eh, I've done sports pictures before.

[He wriggles his eyes brows.]

Alrigh', let's get dis over wit.

Who: Dove and friends
What: Misc
When: September
Ratings: ???

((Hit me up on Plurk @dovefire for a thread!))

Whoever started the one involving me doesn't know I am good at fashion or... don't have at all good fashion tastes. I would have found it hilarious though if it wasn't in part aimed at me.

[He actually found it insulting someone who even starts such a thing. But Kaoru yawns for a moment, he was exhausted in working on outfits while working two other jobs. But in all honesty, he hadn't expected so many people to offer. But he stuck to his guns at least.]

But speaking of fashion really. I just about got all the outfits done. So hopefully those go over well with people. But it's also made me consider opening my own business in the future.

[He smiled happily, he was at least proud of it.]

And finally with my first actual production done and dusted and... That was certainly a weird experience, to say the least, I think I'll be doing a lot more in the future. I even believe I have one thing lined up if it goes well. So look out for my name in the future.

[Bakugou looks to be sitting in an old library with various magical tomes somewhere in Fayren. He sought someone out to give him an enchanted item so he can hear the books rather than read them. Which is kind of annoying because he reads faster than some disembodied voice can fucking speak but you take what you can get. He looks toward his phone, doing a very convincing job of someone who can see. Of course he's been practicing.

But he's pissed. The lack of training has taken a toll on him and he needs to stay in peak condition. So he takes one long, aggressive sip of his juice box, before angrily tossing it...well he tried tossing it in the wastebasket, but it just ends up on the floor.]

Anyone know about sensory deprivation training? Asking to challenge myself.