[ A certain young looking and French sounding vampire has shown up on the network after who knows how long, and she is looking rather conflicted. It's a feeling that's become much too familiar to her liking. ]

I must have gone soft. Perhaps it's this... Deputy Guardian job I have, or the fact I do not have to inspire fear to even exist in this realm, but since when has the Scarlet Devil cared even a little what happens to a few foolish mortals?

[Qubine had been busy with his Deputy Guardian duties and other things on his mind, it took him nearly a week to notice that September was upon them. How time flies... Now he wonders if the question on his mind was common. Only one way to find out...]

Has anyone ever forgotten their own hatch...err...I mean, I believe they're known as "birthdays" to humans?

[Ever the conversationlist, is he not?]

I'll make this quick. Are there any others here who manipulate time and space? Perhaps another 9th dimensional being who might recognize the "Grand Living Library" as a term? It seems so strange and unrealistic to think I'd be the only one in that category. I'd love to chat with you about how the omniverse is organized where you're from.

... Also! How do I set up a blind date? It's for a red haired demon, with a terrible personality. [And this is in no way filtered away from Kii either.] They probably don't deserve it, but I want to do them a favor. ♡ 

I'm also interested in learning how to vanquish a red haired demon, just in case. ♡ ♡

[The communicator is being held way too close to the new arrival's face. First you see the necklace that everyone arrives with - the stone is mostly red - then an unshaven chin, then a cheek with a rather impressive scar running up it and over the man's eye. There may be the glimpse of a black cowboy-style hat before the mouth becomes the screen's focus, taking over the picture as he speaks.]

I got the message and the maps but it's all very unfamiliar. What happened to Sweetwater?

[The device is turned upside down for a moment, causing a blur before dark eyes are staring quizzically at the screen.]

Am I talking to myself? Hello?

[Clearly, he's also unfamiliar with this tech. He only got this far with it due to the easy instructions it came with.]


[ooc: Still near the bay, he can also be run into by action.]

Who: Neil, Charlie, Regina, and Arya
What: Neil and Charlie go for pizza and ice cream. They run into a couple of lovely ladies and make it a foursome--with ice cream food fights.
Where: Attleton Boardwalk
When: night of 9/1
Warnings: PLENTY of schmoop, fluff, and found family fun. Will add additional warnings if they come up.

The last time Neil had this much fun was his first visit to Coney Island--and this was way better.

Finding pizza was easy, but what had started as a solid parenting suggestion from Regina turned into an actual craving the more he thought about it, meaning that he wasn't happy until they found a place where they could grab a salad, too--extra tomatoes on the side, which he ate himself while Charlie gave him weird looks every time he popped a chunk into his mouth and let the bright, acidic flavor burst across his tongue with a little hum of pleasure.

Sitting on a bench, food set up between them, Neil eventually devolved into telling her stories about his childhood in Nocturne--including stealing from the palace gardens grown with magic during his first week in the Five Realms, how badly he'd been punished by the Night Dragon, and then taken down to the kitchens in the man during the middle of the night so he'd know about the cook's larder. It was always full of food, including candies like rock sugar and honey drops from the surrounding human villages, and savory dried fish from the coast of the Opal Sea...and best of all, the Night Dragon himself assured Neil that the cook had absolute power in her kitchen, meaning Neil could take what he wanted whenever he wanted so long as he told the cook he'd been there.

"Ate myself sick for two days straight." he finished, reaching for a paper napkin to wipe tomato sauce from his mouth after destroying another slice of pizza. "First time I could ever grab the good stuff 'fore someone beat me to it--or stole it from me later. Speakin' of stealing..."

He pointed to the last slice of pizza between them with a grin.

"Gotta finish 'fore we go get ice cream--c'mon, fight me for it. We used to play this game in New York when I was real little...thumb war, I think they called it. Put up your dukes, let's do it."