Hello, I shall pray that I am not being too much of a burden to inquire of a question of mine.

[Okay, she is going to take a deep breath, preparing herself for this question.]

What would make a good mother? Would it be selfish of one to try for a little one into the world, when back at home a child of such a union would be hated for being born?

[Another sigh as she ponders her next words.]

I just wonder and worry if I would make a good mother. Thank you, for taking the time to answer my inquiry.

[Cassian and Kay's house is often lively and, while Kay is trying to keep what is happening behind him mostly out of frame, Cassian and some pokemon can be spotted.]

Does anybody know a good blacksmith that can weld my wedding ring into place? [Kay raises his left hand and sure enough, there's a white gold ring around his finger.] It keeps falling off because my frame's too smooth and I don't want to lose it by accident.

[Any attempts at seriousness are ruined when there's a yelp, a shout of] Galantea! Get back here right now! [and then there's a Sylveon wearing a tiny tuxedo throwing herself at Kay smugly crowing Sylveon! Sylveon! Cassian appears a moment later, plucking her from Kay’s shoulder. If you look closely, you can see a matching wedding ring on Cassian’s hand, worn along with the gunmetal-grey ring made of Kay’s frame he’s been wearing since Christmas.]

That’s it, you’ve been wearing this tux since the wedding. Enough now. [For his troubles, he gets his cheek licked– slowly and slobbery and with great relish. He finally notices the phone in Kay’s hand.] If you’re going to announce it, you might as well tell them we’ll be unavailable for our honeymoon.

[This was not the first time in Bulla's memory that she's ever been sent to a place she didn't even know existed. It's enough that she's able to get over the basic mindblowing concept relatively quickly.

What has her confused is the conflict between some of her memories of when she was last on that other world, and her appearance now. While she hadn't changed her appearance drastically in the two years she spent there, she'd grown her hair out to waist length and now it was back to mid-back. Other physical growth that she'd undergone was absent, too. For all intents and purposes, it was as if she'd been rewound to age 15 all over again. And yet, the memories remained.]

Hi! My name is Bulla Brief and I just got here. After I get settled in, I'd love to meet everyone properly no matter where you come from, but for now, I'd really like to see if anyone who I might know is here.

If any of the following sound familiar to you, give me a shout: Capsule Corp, Saiyan, ki, Balamb Garden, SeeD, fashion club...and that's it for now.

Thank you!

 [A pale and alien face that might be familiar to some for an eternity ago now peers out of people's screens once more. It is the face  of one pleasantly amused at finding himself here again]    

"Ah, Genessia....To think I, The great Freeza had forgotten you..... Being sent back to Hell must have erased the memory. But that is all in the past now."  

[He address his audience now.]

"Hello again,  ladies and gentleman of this strange sealed off world. For those of you who do not remember me, I am Freeza, the infinitely powerful and wise ruler on Universe 7 of which I just happened to save recently after a long and arduous ordeal.  And who knows? I may have save your universe as well from being wiped out by that watermelon-head god child?  Which means you may own me a tremendous debt..." 

[Freeza has been here for a while now and let us say he been thinking of the implications of his recent actions and to make use of it, whether the facts of it are true or false...]

"But I know how you can reward me.... Elect I, Freeza as your Emperor of all Genessia.  That shouldn't be too much of a bother right? I would so hate for any unpleasantness to occur..." 

Action - Afternoon - NW Park/Natural Area

[How long had it been? After waking up in this world, all Perfect Cell could do was attempt escape. Any sort of it. Though it had gotten to the level of pointlessness. Time was irrelevant for a being such as himself but some concept of time seemed helpful, sometimes.. Or it just seemed more necessary once the nagging realization of incarceration set in. An open world prison. How wonderful.

Cell had flown under, over and around every bend, nook and cranny in ‘Genessia’. As much as destruction would be the best stress relief, he knew it’d be stupid to attempt. Especially after that incident at ‘The Bay.’ Lighting a match inside a air tight jar sort of logic.. Enough so to spook the insect into submission. Barely.

Arms crossed over his chest, head tilted down but standing tall, the Perfect Cell way. It was the most relaxed he would ever appear to be. Silently ‘charging’ under the scattered light patches of the sun from the canopy above.

So there he stood, somewhere in the park between 3rd Street and Iris Avenue, under his new home of a impressively grand tree. Not that he’d know the true location.. If only he held onto a map or charged that cumbersome cellular device kept under a wing fold. No. No normal life form habits like that for the android. The only rules he played by where his own!]

... Bastards think they can keep me here.. I’ll show them..

[Guess who got bored and went to see what the ticket thing was about, it's her. Of course it's her.

But she, uh, might have also ended up with a second without meaning to. So that's fun. And why she's currently sitting on the floor of the apartment her and her brother share with an alola sandshrew asleep in her lap and a stufful just sitting not far away but otherwise remaining out of arm's length. Fun, that.]

So... this is new. Guess those tickets ended up being something actually interesting and not out to ruin everyone's lives, huh? Not quite sure what these creatures are exactly, but the one over there-[She's moving the camera to the stufful who is just raising a paw in a half-hearted weird wave of sorts before the camera is back on herself.] just sort of decided to follow me home instead.

I think the one in my lap has something to do with ice as it's slightly cold to the touch, but I'm not a great gauge for what is and isn't cold. [This was the woman that was out in a blizzard like it was nothing, after all.]

(Blue is 18, red is 17.)

[Maybe being out in the beginning of a blizzard was a bad idea, maybe, just maybe. Not that it stopped a particular set of twins from instead wandering out into it like there was absolutely no problems with it whatsoever. The video is first centering on Eighteen, a small frown on her lips before she’s glancing at something off screen. Perhaps of note is the fact she’s really just wearing a light hoodie and sweatpants with boots. Nothing for this kind of weather.]

”Really? People were getting upset about a little bit of snow? This honestly isn’t anything new… Pretty sure we’ve seen worse blizzards in North City than any of this, so all of this winter warnings and make sure to stock up on food and water! nonsense is… kind of pathetic to watch.”

[Somewhere off screen a response could be heard. If it was anyone recognize, it was Seventeen’s.]

”That’s nothing. Someone online was hoping to see me die out here or something. Sorry to say, it didn’t work. Too bad for her. Even better, Eighteen, show the video here. You are posting this.”

[Of course she was posting this, why wouldn’t she? Though she’s at least turning around finally to face him, shifting the video feed so it shows what her brother is up to right now.]

”Awfully rude of her to be wishing death on you, guess I’ll have to deal with that later. What are you doing?”

[And there was Seventeen, with a sweatshirt, minus the hood and jeans with boots. And above his head, he is holding one freaking GIANT snowball, five times his size as if it’s nothing. There is a mischievous grin when Eighteen questioned him.]

”Oh, giving the audience some entertainment.”

[Think fast Eighteen! He tossed the monster ball towards her.]

[Too bad for him that she’s absolutely just going to blast that damn snowball out of his hands and lunge at him to try and grab the neck of his sweatshirt to very forcefully pull him down and hopefully face first into the snow.]

”That’s cute, baby brother.” [You two are literally twins, don’t.]

[Luck was on her favor as Seventeen felt the force from his sister, and down his head went, plunged to the pile of snow as if a cannonball was launched from somewhere and landed right under the palm of Eighteen. Ouch. ]

[This was unexpected, to be dragged away from the place she knew, away from her family and particularly from the whole... fact that things were probably not great if she had to guess from what little she could have gleaned from the situation there.

But she could roll with the punches, at least, so the information was quickly stowed away and the device being fiddled with to make sure that she knew what the heck it was useful for. Which is why she seems to appear calm at the very least, sitting on a bench in Genessia somewhere.]

Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush here. I have somewhere to be, I have things I need to do so if anyone has any idea on how to get out of here, I'd appreciate it.

[A brief moment of pause, though that's the sound of a nail tapping on wood.]

Pretty sure I'm not okay with the whole being kidnapped thing. Any further information beyond what was available from that cave and hologram would also be appreciated, at the very least.

[It's been a while since she's bothered to say anything to anyone other than her husband for... various reasons she'd rather not speak much on. But today she's just sort of filming this nonsense from the inside of the currently empty dojo, a few small scratches on her cheek that look like they're from nails of some sort. Huh.]

Honestly... [There's a soft bit of a huff, pushing her hair behind her ear as is normal.]

It's been quite some time since I've really interacted with anyone on a frequent basis and let me be the first to, I guess, apologize for it. It's been... a bit of a rough time lately, but things are settling down and going back to normal, or about as normal as it can get around here and for me.

[Oh, that's... that might be the cause of the scratches on her cheek given there's a tiny purring fluffball that has decided to make her way onto 18's shoulder.]

Also, thank you, Koishi for the gifts. I'm not sure whether I want to set in on fire or not, the... snuggie, was it called? But little Sixteen [that is a stupid name and you should feel bad, Eighteen.] is already causing enough havoc for myself and my husband.

The great majority of people will go on observing forms that cannot be explained; they will keep Christmas Day with Christmas gifts and Christmas benedictions; they will continue to do it; and some day suddenly wake up and discover why."

-G. K. Chesterton

[The feed opens to reveal a colorfully dressed blonde man in a quiet part of the park, snow lightly falling in an otherwise quiet winter wonderland.]

"Good morning, everyone. From speaking with a great many of you on Christmas, it seems many did not know what made that particular holiday especially holy. Let's have enlightenment; that is, scripture. Ahem.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

To understand that light, you must first understand the darkness preceding it. Cruelty, oppression, murder, and so on. In a word, sin, which most sensible people can find about them and, more distressingly, in them. And mankind wondered when, if ever, they'd be free of it and be able to unite once again with that light. How might man, having fallen, rise again to God?

God's answer, per usual, is very poetic. He would meet man on his own level, and condescend unto him. The Word would become flesh; God would become man, that is, Christ. The world was granted a savior, and tidings of great joy for the redemption he would bring about through his conquer of sin and death. Hah, it's almost vulgar! God descends from his heavenly abode to come into a lowly manger and meager birth. Bless him for it; who could ask for a Savior any other way?

That will do for an upshot. Thus, Christmas is a recognition for the greatest gift of all: the Son of God, and through him, the gift of salvation to all who believe in his name. A very fine gift I'd like to give to all of you. Indeed, I should like to personally baptize every one of you desperate sinners, convert you to Christianity, and see you off personally to the kingdom of heaven.

Hah, not asking for too much, I hope. Well, should any of you like to speak with me about that, I'll be glad to converse and answer questions of faith as best I can. In the meantime, Merry Christmas everyone. May you all come to light and life."


[Action]
[Ted will go around in both gay apparel and manner, blood aflame with the true meaning of Christmas, preaching much the same to every city in Genessia. He lacks both a soapbox and a signboard, but he'll spread the gospel anyway for about an hour for every one. Everglade gets two, for obvious reasons. If you want to meet him in a 3D context, you know who to look for.]

Who: Android 18 and Krillin
Where: Kame Dojo
Why: Let's just say someone has gone off the deep end due to her own mind and someone else's influence.
When: After this post

( [Closed] )

[Normally this sort of thing wouldn't require an anonymous filter, but with the particular subject matter she's decided that it's the best course of action. As something's been weighing on her mind and she's not... quite certain how to go about asking these sorts of things out loud and with her name attached to them.]

Opinions.

How do you discard the past? Two different pasts and one of them not being something one wishes to remember. One where you still feel the side effects of what happened, one where you still feel urges of things you really shouldn't, given you've shoved all of that aside. To not let the circumstances of that past come back to consume you.

Or is it even possible to do so?

When it's something that's such an integral part of you, when you don't remember much of the time before the less desirable one took over your identity?

I don't want to hear just happy endings, either. As it stands, the urges rise further and further as if it's a flame slowly engulfing the kindling. You could deal with it in small doses, but you feel something is going to overflow and become what you were meant to be.

Suggestions are also welcomed on the matter, I suppose, though whether I listen to them or not is up to my own discretion.

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]

a; video

[The video feed comes on and the face of a young woman appears. She has red eyes and long black hair that falls over her shoulders. Her brows are knitted in concern and a frown pulls down on her lips. She's currently seated on a bench, grass and trees making a slight appearance behind her when she moves her head. After seeing the welcoming video Tifa had needed a moment to collect herself and her thoughts before attempting to contact anyone.

But the thought that Denzel and Marlene-her children-could be around here somewhere and not know where she is gives her the resolve to try and use her device. With the help of the instruction manual it's easy enough.]

Hello. I'm not quite sure who all is seeing this, but whoever you are I need some help. I'm looking for two children, a ten year old boy and a six year old girl. Their names are Denzel and Marlene. I understand that they may not have been brought here with me, but I'm their guardian so I need to be sure. If anyone sees them can you please tell them that I'm here. My name is Tifa. I'll be staying in Genessia for at least a couple of days.

[She hesitates for a moment, as if she's going to say more, before shaking her head.]

Thank you. [The feed clicks off.]

b; thud's gym

[After a few hours of wandering the city and double and triple checking her phone in case she hears from the kids or from someone who has seen them, Tifa finds herself heading into the first gym she comes across. It might not be wise to be spending any of the money she found upon arrival before first finding a job, but the need to punch out her frustrations has been growing since she woke up here. If she could drain some of her anxious energy by beating the crap out of a bag it would be money well spent.

Wrapping up her hands she immediately sets into punching the bag with fast, vicious strikes. Occasionally she'll toss in some kicks that are as equally powerful as her fists. Anyone watching would be able to instantly tell that she's in her element.]

c; jack's bar and karaoke club

[The early evening will find Tifa settled on a stool at the bar, a shot of bourbon sitting before her. Despite having been a bartender for several years she's not usually much of a drinker. But the events of the day have more than called for a drink or three. The atmosphere of the bar is familiar, nearly homely to her as she discreetly watches the clientele and listens to the karaoke participants.

But no matter how familiar it feels, there's a sense of sadness that lingers over her. This isn't home. This isn't Seventh Heaven. Her family isn't here.]

[Action]

[Trunks's arrival goes as per normal. He wakes up in confusion, finds the things on his person, and listens to the hologram. At this point, the only thing he can think of to do is listen to the advice he found, and visit the welcoming center.

Though before he does, he rises into the sky and unleashes some energy. He begins to power up, but just as he's on the cusp of going Super Saiyan, he stops and lets his power level fall back down. If anyone he trusts from his world is here, that's the best way to get their attention. Then he leaves the Bay area.

It's late afternoon when Trunks walks into the Schnee Welcoming Center, looking around for whatever he can find. Eventually, he may approach an employee and ask for help.]

Excuse me, you work here, yes? I was wondering if you could help me out here.

[Video]

[The feed shows a young man in his early twenties with lavender hair and piercing blue eyes. The edges of a blue jacket can be seen, as well as what looks like the handle to a sword strapped to his back. He also has a serious expression on his face.]

So, everybody that ends up here gets one of these devices, right? So you can all see and hear me right now.

I'm a new arrival here, though you probably guessed that by my first question. I was wondering if anyone had any important info for me that wouldn't have been covered in the kiosk outside the place where I woke up. Also, the message had said this was safer than most places. How safe are we talking here? Unfortunately, "safer than where I came from" is a pretty low bar, so I'd like to be prepared in advance.

Also, what may have changed since that recording was made? Has anyone made headway on how to get out of here?

[VIDEO]

[ The first thing, the video feed shows is a face as white as bleached bone with jet black lips and eyes that are cold crimson pools that seem to bore into anyone watching this. It slowly pulls away to reveal just how alien the figure is The round dome-like head with the large shiny purple spot on the top of it like a crown. The cup-like protrusions for ears and the sleek yet muscular body complete with a long lizard tail that waves idly back and froth.

Several seconds pass in silence as the being who bears more than a slight resemblance to a certain Psychic Pokemon here contemplates his unseen audience with smug amusement, until at last he finally speaks. The voice is pleasant, soft-spoken and cultured, yet there is a sense of deep malice behind every word.]

Greetings to all the people of this world, I am Lord Freeza, the most powerful being in all existence. I was in the middle of something rather important before I abruptly found myself here... Not that I mind really, it only prolongs the inevitable for that Monkey and his Earthlings. Besides my conquering skills could use a bit of reinvigorating what with being dead for some 15 years or more.

So as of this moment, I'm the new management here and my word is law. I take it none of you have a problem with that, do you? Because if you do, please feel free to speak up.

I'd like to get the executions all done at once.

[Action]
[ You are in Nova City for whatever reason minding your own business, when a pale androgynous lizard man floats down out of the skies to land in front of you.]

Could you be ever so kind as to direct me to the current location of one Miss Weiss Schnee, writer of the introductory guide to this place and current ruler of this city? I'm here to replace her...

[His flicking prehensile tail smacks the concrete ground and makes a deep hole in it for emphasis.]

[Action]

[There's a new arrival, but this wouldn't be obvious to many people - owing to the fact that she's keeping herself fairly well hidden. Being a former 'glitch' with the ability to teleport, she thankfully still has this ability, and after realizing she was in a completely different world, decides to use this to explore her surroundings.

Maybe she's going to startle some people, perhaps she could purposefully scare someone who's particularly easy to do so... or maybe she'll just keep hidden. Unfortunately, she's not aware that there are potentially people here who can sense without having to see, and that her actual method of teleporting isn't exactly perfect, as each time she does so, glitchy particles escape into the air where she starts and finishes. What do?]

[Text]

nice little video introduction thing. guess if I had any questions about this place, most of 'em are answered already. what about time back home, though? I mean if time's passing without us that's pretty bad right? [Especially for her.]

Who: 18, Genos, and probably Krillin
What: 18's having some problems with the cybernetics in her arm, Genos might be able to help, thus to the dojo we go. Smol husband is probably going to be mad.
Where: Kame Dojo in Genessia City
When: Late June, near the evening.
Warnings: None

Why she had decided to trust this other cyborg, she had no idea, but he didn't seem to be in league with the ones that had tried to take her life a couple of months ago. So it was safe enough to assume that he was, in fact, a new arrival that just happened to have great timing. Either way, if he could figure out what the problem with her forearm was, all the better for her and the less she'd have to worry about it.

An annoyed noise bubbles from her throat as she paces outside of the dojo proper, hands shoved into the pockets of her skirt for the time being. She knew this was asking for trouble, asking him to come to the dojo like this. Knew that her husband would be around and probably figure out what was going on soon enough, but she was getting it fixed and handled, so there was no real reason for him to be upset. Right? Right.

Either way, the cyborg continued her pacing, boots clicking against the sidewalk in a detectable rhythm. Old habits died hard and it at least kept her mind primarily focused on the waiting aspect of things than the ways this could potentially go wrong.