Who: Larxene (Arelen), Xion, Lea
Where: Sunset Summit Apartments- Floor 6 Hallway
When: Oct 7, midday
What: Meeting for the first time!
Warnings: Probably language.

( They Can Call Us Heartless- Hollow Vessels Of What We Used To Be... )

Man, we gotta get some shit started, so I'mma start it, right here, right now!

Gonna play a li'l game we call Marry, Shag, Cliff!

For the uninitiated, 's a game were y' make a comment, and then some other asshole's gonna give y' a list a three people, an' y' gotta come back with which one y' wanna spend yer life with, which one y' wanna hook it up with all night long- hell yeah!- an' which one y' wanna ever so gently shove off a really tall cliff. Sharp rocks is definitely at the bottom.

Who's in?

[ooc note: PLEASE TAG EACH OTHER AND GO CRAZY. Namur partially just wants to sit back and popcorn.gif as people embarrass each other ngl.]

Who: Demyx and Larxene (Arelen)
Where: their apartment
When: Oct 4th, late morning
What: She's trying, she really is.
Warnings: Language mostly. Will update as needed.


( protège-moi de mes désirs )

[ To anyone who was around when Tony Stark made his first appearance on the network, this was definitely the complete opposite. For one, he hadn't even gone to the effort of getting out of the damn pod yet. Was he just going to stay there? Maybe. Maybe the pod was home now. The video set up itself was nothing more than his phone at a selfie angle. He really didn't look like he gave a shit this time around. ]

You know what, Genessia? You did it. You got me. I've been one-upped. What's the saying? Kidnap me once, shame on you; kidnap me twice, shame on me? [ He shrugged about as well as he could, but considering the position he was in and that he'd come with an Iron Man suit this time, it was a pretty awful shrug. ] I'd ask what's been going on since the last time I was around like I'm sure every other poor sap unfortunate enough to end up here twice does, but my guess is absolutely nothing interesting since the spirits that be decided they needed me and my rock star attitude back in action. I was actually working on not being a total diva all the time, but since that's clearly what's required I'll have to make an exception and put a hold on bettering myself.

First things first, though? I'm gonna to need someone to give me a really rad reason to move. Like, seriously. I get that I just woke up but I could legit go for a nap right now and I'm not really feeling any incentive to leave my safe and familiar cave home. Please advise ASAP. Thanks.

[ AUDIO ] | [ Backdated to Monday afternoon ]

Uh, there -

[ There's some shuffling sound, like he's setting the phone up somewhere, still. ]

Right. So.

... I ain't good at this, either the talkin or the - well.

But just writin it seemed ... not enough, and. All of you are probably sick of seein my face, so.

[ There's a brief pause, before he goes on. He sounds very, very tired, but his voice is nonetheless serious, and firm. ]

I frightened the hell outta a lot of you.

I said a lot of stuff, some of it to some people I don't even know.

And, it's complicated, but I can say that - while it wasn't all me, it was a part of me. So, yeah, I ain't gonna pretend it isn't my fault.

I'm sorry.

[ He swallows. ]

I am sorry.

I'm not gonna. Just sit around feelin guilty, though. Not -

[ Coughs. ]

- Yeah. So.

Up to you if you take this seriously.

But let me know if I can make it up to you.

[ And then the audio is turned off. ]

[He turns on the camera and he's in an open space. He rolls his shoulders. If he's going to exercise, he'll go with what he knows.]

Hey! Does anyone want to spar with me?

[They should probably consider this carefully, if they're not used to it.]

Larxene said I'm getting fat.

It took a while for Maggie to feel safe enough to even look at the device she'd been given - more or less a cellphone - let alone the other things she'd woken up with, in that damp, dark cave. It was easy enough to understand, but she was out of practice; It'd been a long, long time since she'd seen a working phone. But safety mattered more, and the first thing she'd done was get out of the cave and into the blistering sunlight. After that, it had been a matter of seeing for herself that this place was - as the bizarre hologram woman had promised - safe and free of walkers, at least from what she could see. Now, she set up a voice message, from where she was sitting on a bench she'd found, at the edges of a park. It'd been a long time since she'd seen one of those, too.

"H-hello?" She started, swallowing hard before pressing on, forcing her voice steady despite the scary strangeness of this place. A scary strangeness she'd felt before, that still felt wrong in the pit of her stomach. "My name is Maggie. I just arrived here, and I'm trying to get.. situated. Things were pretty bad where I was, and I was hoping - if this place is safe, maybe some of my friends came here, too? Is it true that there's no walkers here?" The last question was sort of blurted out, unintentional, and she shut up as soon as she'd said it. It was a hope too far - a world without walkers. But it was also - maybe, probably? - a world without Glenn and the others, too, and that was worse. That was terrible. Hastily, she added, "I heard - I heard it was safe here. Is that true?"

[She's out shopping for a kimono as well as regular clothes. The kimono isn't necessary, but she wants to actually keep a job, thanks. Staying in the main city, so she has no idea what's going on elsewhere. Larxene looks bored, and will respond to both names (Arelen) to those who know what it is.

Jeans, skirts, and essentially sort of punk-ish clothes are on her arm as she's going through the store, and currently is looking at a little black dress on a hanger with a frown because seriously, WHY would she need one? It's pretty though. She might get it. Maybe after buying the kimono for work. It's going on her arm anyway. She groaned to herself.]


This shopping is annoying...

[ VIDEO ]

[ There's something with a rectangular edge mostly blocking the camera when it comes on. The rest of the view is plain ceiling. There's a clatter of keys, and then a voice called out - ]

Hey, Aki! Someone should damn well just fire me already.

... You're not even here, are you.

[ Shuffling sound - taking off a coat, maybe? And the sound of a fridge opening ]

Oh, I want it all in one bag - lady, I toldja if y'put raw shit in the bag with everythin else, it's gonna leak, and then you're gonna have blood all over your nice produce and what the hell did you expect, crazy lady, then you've gotta complain to my manager and -

[ Sound of a can of something opening ]

- and does nobody know how to use one of those damn self-checkout things, seriously, if it says it ain't gonna take cash, then cash won't work, yellin at me is gonna be like yellin at a brick wall, cause I don't give a shit -

[ Frustrated groan ]

- and now I'm talkin to myself like a crazy person.

[ Grumbles now under his breath, goes back to the phone. Picks up - looks like it was a pack of cigarettes blocking the camera. Shinjiro notices the light, indicating he's recording, and winces. ]

Damn it.

[ Switches off the video ]

Who: Demyx and Larxene
Where: Genessia
When: 9/12
What: Demyx did not follow her instructions.
Warnings: Possible bickering, perhaps naughty language. Hard to say.

( Nothing like a man and his sitar... )

WHO: 10th Doctor & Prompts & OTA
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: End of August - September 3rd
WARNINGS: Update as needed

( Timey wimey )

[The video feed clicks on with an extreme close up of a Tepig nose. The little scamp was climbing over Dante's stuff again. Dante, however was sitting just behind the Pokemon at his desk, feet up on the desk, Nevan in his lap. He simply stares off into space, idly strumming an oddly somber tune on the demon guitar. From time to time, he glances back over his shoulder at the massive fleshy blade hanging on the wall in a sort of position of honor. This goes on for around three minutes before Dante glances toward his device, noticing the feed is on and reaching over to pick it up.]

I'm going to have to start calling you Nuisance if you keep this up, guy.

[And unceremoniously the feed clicks off.]

[He can't make money if he doesn't play, and he can't get known if people don't know he can. He's in profile, his fingers tapping a beat on the base of his sitar as he got set up. He counts it off in his head, raises his hand and begins to play.

If there's one thing in any world Demyx knows, it's his sitar. His fingers move masterfully over the strings, the melody fairly upbeat. It isn't a song that anyone would know, probably, but just something off the cuff, off the top of his head.

His movements are subtle, his foot tapping to keep himself in time. The sound of his sitar was melodic and perfectly pitched, he had taken care of tuning it. The instrument itself is immaculate. The corners of his lips pull back a little as he smiles, a lot more genuine than perhaps he usually has.

If he has any part of a heart, it's in his music.]

Thank you. [He addresses soft applause from onlookers.] Tips are appreciated, but it's up to you.

[He flashes a grin and begins again. Anyone who wants to keep tuned into him is in for a treat of a great deal of sitar music. After all, he has to back up his claims that he has some talent!]

I saw this ad in the newspaper... [reads it aloud] 

"Amagi Inn: The Amagi inn in Genessia City is hiring for Maids and Waitresses. If interested, contact Yukiko Amagi."

So I'm contacting you.

I'm new and I need a job. I'm not very skilled in much, but I can make coffees and espressos, and I'm not a bad cook if you need one. Anyway, I hope this gets to you.

[Puts on the necklace and tucked the folder in her coat pocket]

Just where the hell am I? What kind of sick joke is this?

Not that I wanted to be home anyway.

Someone better explain why I'm here and why I suddenly need a job and a place to stay after a month.