I'd like to take a moment to reassure my fans and dis-spell recent rumors: I have not gone to Everglade and become a werewolf. I cannot speak for "Luna," but no such incident occurred on my end. It is all fictitious.

I thank you for your concern. Please be reassured that I am in good health and working on an upcoming single.

Also, Ren appears to have disappeared. [just tacking that on there, with all his TACT.

... not even addressing that horrible musical that he suffered through.]

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[With all of that said! Ai is now curious about Everglade. He doesn't think it strange to sit on a bench near the archway to Everglade and read a book. Also, watch the people coming to and from Everglade. Even though he's interested in what kinds of people live in Everglade, Ai does believe some rumors. Like the ones about Everglade being dangerous.

So n'aw. He'll literally sit that one out. On this safer bench. People watching.]

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[Elsa looks like she's done better. She looks cool and composed, as always, but she's done with hiding her emotions so she doesn't even try to look happy. That would only lead to a disaster in making with her powers.]

To those who knew my sister, Anna, she's gone home. I woke up one day and she... wasn't here. Her name longer appears on my phone list either so. She's left.

[There's the reason for her sorrow. She moves her camera and shows ... a really, really large amount of ice cream cakes and other ice cream confections behind her.]

So I made a lot of sweet things in my sorrow and now I don't know what to do with them. They're all ice cream based and the reason they're doing well in room temperature is due to my powers, but they are all very much eatable. So if anyone would like a free cake or other type of pastry... please contact me.

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[Her door in Oak Garden is open to those who would want to come fetch a sweet ice cream treat... or just want to keep her company as she mourns.]

[Its a rash move but quick way to prove she's not a werewolf anyone? Luna's ponytail however is easily spotted.]

Not a werewolf, I'm a witch.

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[Steve Rogers is a man who would like to think he’s gotten better at learning how to use technology. It’s been a few years since he has been out of the ice. When needed, he can fly the quinjet. He’d even been able to work a phone and a computer. He still wonders how Howard Stark felt about the modern world as it changed around him. He, at least, wasn’t thrown into it like Steve was. He’d helped to make it. So, the pamphlets were a little unnecessary as he toyed with the small device in his hands. His only real hesitation is to reach out to someone he doesn’t know.

He has no clue who he knows here and who he doesn’t. Being kidnapped and brought into a strange new world was also, sadly, something he was quite used to. His shoulders slump a little and a small sigh can be heard as he stares into the screen. He’s seen better days. Sporting a scraggy beard and some dark circles under his eyes, Steve forces an awkward smile.]

Hello. I’m Steve. I am new here, so it seems. I just spoke to the woman in white. And I went where I was supposed to go to get answers. Didn’t…” [He frowned.] Didn’t really get the answers I was looking for, but it’s a good start. I… I’ve been told what comes next. [And yet, there’s a sadness in his eyes. He doesn’t want to be here. He needs to get back home to Sam, Nat and the others. So many were depending on it. On him.]

So… Hi?

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[Being new in town, Steve really isn’t sure where to go. So, he opts to just wander aimlessly. As long he careful and did not interact with anyone specifically, he should be fine. Right? He needed information and walking around just seemed like the best course of action for him. After all, not many would speak to him because he was new. Or, perhaps he was imagining it.

Either way, Steve is walking down the street. Your street? He wants to try to meet some people and try to find a way home. He understands finding a job and trying to settle in. Still, it has to be off putting for others here. Doesn’t it? One hand reached up, running though his hair as he glances around. At least, eve n in this place, people watching and letting them move around him was slightly fascinating.

He doesn’t know where he is. While Steve had the power to knock people off their feet, he didn’t use his gifted powers for anything bad. He wondered, sadly, if he was stuck here forever. Bucky, he thought to himself…. Would he ever see his oldest, dearest friend again either?]

Broken Sword Nursery is a plant nursery. I cannot babysit your children.

...Because more than one person has asked me that.

[NPC's. NPC's have asked him that. "If this is a nursery, where are the babies?" The not-so-bright ones.]

And as it will be autumn soon, we now have more plants that do well in cooler weather and less sunlight.

[Yes, perfect segway into an advertisement. Perhaps he's got this "business owner" thing down?]

Who: Roland Crane and OPEN
What: Moving Out/In
Where: Genessia Commonspace, Garden Park Apartments, and everywhere in between
When: Tuesday, September 11, Evening
Warnings: None I can think of at the moment, will add them if they come up.

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( Restless )

[24-Hour Convenience Store]

[By the time she walks through the automatic doors, she's pretty wet, but she still greets the sales clerk with a cheerful smile before heading toward the freezer section to buy an orange popsicle. On a rainy September night. At 2:30 in the morning.]

[And a strawberry milk.]

[The cashier doesn't pass any judgment, just ringing up her purchases while she digs out her communicator, looking at the list of names she knows. She kind of wants to call someone and talk, but... They're probably all asleep, and even if they weren't, what would she say? 'I sure do miss my friend who turned into dust and I'm worried the same will happen to you so please tell me a joke and make me laugh!']

Mm...

[She lowers the communicator, troubled, only to blink in surprise and hastily apologize when she realizes the cashier has been waiting for her to pay. Hastily she digs out a pair of red bills and bows her head before hustling outside. She unwraps the popsicle and pulls up the hood of her jacket. If anyone thinks it looks weird, she'll just say she's getting used to late night patrols.]

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[Two Hours Later]

[It looks like Orihime was trying to headbutt a vending machine. She's sleeping straight up, arms limp and swung forward, her body tilted into the machine at a perfect 45-degree angle. Her communicator is sticking halfway out of her pocket with a nonsensical message sent out to one or more people:]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chicago

[And there's a popsicle stick hanging out of her open mouth.]

[ Julie's tired and not really feeling like making a full appearance. Not with the past few weeks she's had. She's bruised and banged up from the final fight with Boneys on top of Citi Stadium, and while she's showered already, she just feels so gross. So she's sticking with text. ]

Hi. I'm Julie Grigio. Newly arrived, newly informed of my status as a kidnapped individual. Really not the worst kidnapping I've ever had, but also not the best one, either. Kind of middle-ground as kidnappings go.

I am, I will admit this much, very happy to have been kidnapped to a clean, populated city, and not to a derelict jet-plane occupied by a hoarder in an airport overrun by the Undead.

Long story. I'll explain later.


I'm actually here to find a job. I'm an artist. I love to draw, paint, work with clay. Is there an art studio around here anywhere or even an art supply shop? I haven't done all that much exploring. Just got some food and went to my room in the Commonspace.


Any help would be appreciated. Thank you.

[Natasha's face pops onto the screen, looking slightly frustrated, but then again when doesn't she? She is at a coffee shop, looking at a newspaper. She is tapping her pen lightly on the paper, considering. She looks up and drops the pen]

Hello.

I'm Natasha and I'm newish, I guess. I have a very specific skill set.

[Kind of glossing over things, but is anyone going to call her on it]

I'm not sure a former assassin turned hero would be of use here. I have other skills, but I am big on intel, so I'm asking... what kind of jobs are out there and what were you all looking for?