What are your favorite foods, Genessia? Your favored ingredients?

No junk food answers!

[Nagisa was sitting at home, pencil writing down something in a notebook, his hand still holding the device. He had a reason for the device to be on and once he looks up, he knew to talk, trying his best to be able to smile at least.]

Whenever someone I know leaves, I would make a candy and sell it. It's what I am doing right now, making notes and seeing what works at home. I'm currently working on a Levy one that's book themed.

[He taps his pencil on the notebook.]

But I was starting to wonder if I should expand to people who have left in general and maybe people who are around. They won't be named after the person of course, but people would have the choice of what they think there own candy would be like.

[He had started to write again, this time his eyes focused on the page in front of him.]

If you would like that possibly for you or someone you knew here, let me know and let me know what you think your candy would be like. I have a list of some people told me before, though so they are in the works.

[He smiled slightly, but it wasn't his usual one before he switched off the feed.]

[Action]

[It seemed that the newest resident of Genessia wasn't the happiest to be taken away from his world and those who finally believed in him. He'd worked hard to become a guardian and now he'd woken up in some strange world and had been given instructions on how he should make a life there.

The wind picked up and the air grew cold, despite it being late summer as the final sounds of the holograms message faded. To say Jack was annoyed as an understatement.

He'd taken everything he'd woken up with and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket before walking down the street with his staff over his shoulder. The cold and wind had given way to snow that started to fall softly around the city.]

You know I'm the one that's supposed to play the tricks, not have them played on me..."

Who: Open to anyone who wants to attend
What: A Masquerade! Complete with masks, costumes, music and food.
WhenSaturday August 20th 8pm-midnight
Where: Genessia
Warnings: Tag them if they apply

( Come dance away the rest of the summer )

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

[Do you like bunnies? Well, this is the post for you.

Pictures of bunnies everywhere. They ranged from realistic looking to adorably cartoony, and everything in between. The video showed a desk covered in sketchbook paper. Blue bunnies, purple bunnies, red bunnies, brown bunnies, yellow bunnies... It was a bunny extravaganza. Heaven help the person with leporiphobia.

Since the day he and Airy had gone to the book meeting he'd been working hard on it, wanting to do his best for her. And now, he seemed to have something. But, rather than send her a private message, this was a video open for anyone to see. He was used to private messaging being rather automatic, and he wasn't all that concerned about people seeing it either way.

Skill-wise? They were pretty good pictures. There might still be more for him to learn - after all, he just started - but the talent was certainly there.]

A-Airy...? Are these okay?

[He actually rather liked them. Colors were so fun to look at.

But then he realized, belatedly, that this was public. The device couldn't read his thoughts like he was used to. So, what to say to everyone else...?]

U-Umm... Hi. Airy, wrote a r-really good book about bunnies on the b-beach. E-Everyone should read it.

[That was enough, right?]

VIDEO

Hello Genessia. It's been sometime since I addressed everyone and I do hope everyone is doing well. This address will be directed towards public relations as well as a general announcement.

[She smiles into the camera, her bright blonde curls perfectly framing the angelic curves of her face.]

I've decided to sign up with a talent agency which will range from singing, acting to modeling and hopefully more. As such my hours at After Life might be affected though I've yet to learn what my schedule holds.

If I am able to perform I'd be honored if anyone could come.

[Crystal continues after a short pause.]

For my general announcement I wanted to ask two questions. What did most of you do at home and is that what you're doing here? I've decided to branch out a little more and I'm curious as to what other have done.

Thank you for your attention.

ACTION | NOVA CITY

[Crystal can be found in many places around Nova City. She spends a part of her day shopping, hoping to find clothes that rang outside of her usual dress. She can also be found at a coffee shop or tea shop mid day, taking a break and resting her feet. She's finds it hard to remain idle so she works to keep herself busy. Later at night she can be found at work, hosting one of the VIP rooms at Afterlife. There are a few times that she can be spotted behind the bar. The bright curls unmistakable even under the dark lights of the club.]

[Charles is sitting at a table in what is clearly one of the rooms at the Amagi Inn, sipping from a cup, but the angle doesn't afford one a view of what liquid he may be drinking, only that the cup is steaming.]

I don't recall subscribing to the Newspaper, though knowing one exists is fortunate. I find it interesting the political structure of this place openly employs the use of bounty hunters to shore up at least some of its ne'er do wells. While the practice of hunting bounties isn't illegal in my own world, it isn't precisely advertised in the local paper, as it were.

[He waves a hand as though dismissing his own derailed train of thought.]

Be that as it may, it's come to my attention, while rather comfortable, the Amagi Inn will not, after all, suffice as a long-term arrangement. Do any of you know of an apartment complex or similar in any of the cities which would allow the installation of storm shutters?

[He pauses here, as though allowing a moment to pass before changing subjects again.]

Also, I've taken a position at the Genessia Scientific Research Foundation. My areas of expertise lie in Xenobiology and Archaeology, and I hope to assist with these fields in understanding what it is that attracts this place to us precisely. While I have had at least one assume this means I specialize in the biology of foreigners, I would clarify that I specialize in the unique biologies of non-humans. Werewolves, Fae, vampires, imps, ad infinatum. I've also more than dabbled in the medical sciences, and would like to offer my services to anyone who may feel their own biology is too...unique to trust to a mundane physician. My only stipulation is that our appointments be restricted to night hours.

For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Charles Rieben, and it is already a pleasure.

[And with that, he signs off.]

Text; Random Thoughts

Has anyone ever realized that you can do the Chicken Dance to the Macarena?
Or that the ABC’s is to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?
Or that when most people think they look up and to the left?
I don’t understand the saying ‘walk a mile in each other’s shoes.’ I know what it means but if you did that you’d be a mile away from the person and have their shoes.
I think I need new things to think about…

Action; Practicing Magic @ Anywhere; Monday

[ She doesn't have her practice room like she had in HQ but that doesn't mean she can't practice. She keeps finding new places to practice looking to increase her focus and radius. Airy is easily distracted and if she’s going to be able to control her powers she has to fix that. Now more than ever she has more things that she wants to improve on. Reading is part of it but each new thing she reads she has to attempt to create.

Airy sitting on the hard concrete with her legs crossed beneath her. She starts with creating grass, green leafy petals rising from the concrete around her. She can feel the plant brush against her legs and a light smile begins to tease her lips. The wind ruffles her hair and she moves to the second step; creating a tree. It starts as a disembodied arm shaped branch poking out from the ground to her right but the trunk slowly thickens and the branches reach out and grow vibrant green leaves. As the leaves bloom the tree grows in height until it’s shading the area where Airy’s sitting.

Airy's eyes are closed but she looks excited. It might look odd to have a medium sized tree and grass planted in the middle of a concrete surface.]

Action; Practicing leads to Cloud Watching @ Fayren; Wednesday

[For some reason practicing with a staff seems fitting for Fayren. It’s a lot harder to stay focused without a teacher. On the plus side she isn’t being throw against the wall or the floor for fun.

She cycles through the forms trying to keep her stance and form straight. The sun feels too hot and she keeps pausing to grab a drink of water. She’s practicing for a few hours before she can be found sprawled across the grass with her bow staff resting to her right. Her chest heaves with an unsteady breath as she watches the clouds lazily roll by.

Airy points up at the sky with a smile.] And that one looks like a bunny. [She doesn’t care that she’s talking to herself.]

[ action ]

( introspective stuff here. )

Well, she did it before and she can certainly do it again. Time to get to work.

Those around the Bay or in Genessia can find Ambrosia in a black and green overcoat, a white blouse, brown pants and a pair of boots. Her black hair's all frizzy, but what's noticeable in there is a small wooden heart on a string that's woven in to her hair. Her sabres were at her hips and her hat is perhaps the most striking thing on her. She took a map, but for now, she's just exploring and getting her footing. ]

[ voice ]

[ Once she consulted the pamphlet on how to even operate the damn thing, Ambrosia settled for just voice for now. Video function is another thing entirely. ]

Not again with this shit...

--Anyway, ahoy! I've heard the whole spiel from Miss Schnee 'n all, but there's a couple o' questions I've gotta ask.

First: Does th' name Mayfield mean anythin' to anyone here?

Secondly: If Mayfield don't mean nothin' to anyone, did someone named Captain Marvelous come here? Or Ako Shirabe? They were-- [ Family, really. Ako became something like a surrogate daughter to the captain and Marvelous... Well, he's the light of her life. ] They're family to me, hence why I wanna look fer 'em. If not, it's fine. Just thought I'd ask.

...Also, me name is Captain Ambrosia Gray of th' Bloody Mary. Nice to meet'cha or whatever.

Thank ye fer yer time.

[ Jack springs up from his little pod like a rocket, and he takes takes a deep breath of air. It feels like he was dead, but he notices that his clothes aren't tattered, torn, nor does he notice any blood. That is if he wasn't tossed out into the vacuum of space after he spent the previous night at a distant hotel somewhere in the horse head nebula.

His hands can be seen gripping the metal cocoon that he is sitting in, and he slowly tries to take in everything. Kidnapped? That seems to be a good explanation for this. Kidnapped and left for dead. And then he looks up to spot the camera that is in the room with him. ]

Okay, the joke is up. Heh. This is cute guys. [ Jack slowly pulls himself up into a sitting position, and he keeps his eyes on the camera. ] Now what was the reason for stuffing me in there and leaving me for dead?

Because I was being honest about having nothing to do with that power crystal going missing! In fact, I was going to go help you find it! [ He shouts out. ] Or is this your idea of a fun night, because really, I am not that kind of guy.

Who: Nagisa and pretty much anyone who wants to come.
What: Swimming Pool Party!
Where: Sametobi Swim Club
When: July 23rd
Warnings: Depends on what happens. Will add warning if things crop up.

[Nagisa had been given the okay to throw the party, which was always a good thing. So Nagisa had managed to send out invites to pretty much most people who are on the device list to say there would be a party on the 23rd. So when the day finally arrived, Nagisa had made sure to have an area where there was food set up and nice cold drinks in a cooler. he had also made sure there was a chest filled with floating loungers, rings and other swimming toys or games one would usually find at a pool party.

When he had finished setting up, he was already in his own swimming trunks, standing by the entrance and pretty much greeting anyone who arrived with a smile.

He just hoped people would have a good time.]

[When Nagisa adjusts the feed, it clearly shows the walls in the background covered in something. It kind of looked like something exploded in the room. Once the feed turns and focused on himself, it was clearly obvious it was the case as he was covered in what appeared to be chocolate. He still appeared cheery never the less.]

Never mind the mess behind me. I just had a little accident while creating some candy, but with all the warm weather we're going to be having, I thought of something.

Why don't we have a pool party!

[He raised a arm in the air, he seemed pretty sure this could be a thing at least.]

It will be fun and more than likely helds at Sametobi Swim Club, rather than my house. I will discus it with Gou-chan a little more, but if it goes through and it's allowed I will let you all know. Just let me know if you are interested.

VIDEO | TEXT

[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.

When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]

" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"

[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]

"brief summary. "

[There is another short pause.]

"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”

[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]

Thanks for the welcome Genessia.

ACTION | STREETS

[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.

His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.

He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]