Who: Charlie McGee
What: Typical DITL. Charlie can be found in several locations.
When: January 8th, all day.
Where: All over.
Warnings: None at the moment

Cake Town: Attleton in the AM, Fayren in the PM

The first stop of Charlie's day is one of the Cake Town stores. She has schedules to put up, orders to place, customers and people to interact with. It's fine, she'll be fine. This is okay. When she's not busy making food for customers, she can be found seated at one of the chairs, working on the schedule and looking up new recipes to add to the menu. And while she's seated, she's eating. It's a crepe with chocolate and strawberries, one of the ones people can get at Cake Town. She really should have gone for something healthier, but none of her adults are around. This is the decision of a teenager who hasn't had much access to food until recently. She'll eat what she wants.

Axiom Games: Early afternoon - Genessia City

Charlie isn't really sure what brought her to Axiom. Maybe it was the noise and flashing lights and laughter, but she finds herself stepping in, looking around, and buying tokens to play games. Soon enough, she's playing at a First Person Shooter style zombie game, and she's not doing too well. It's kind of hard to aim the gun just right, and these damn things keep popping up before she can even take care of the first ones.

Eventually, she dies, and with a huff of frustration, she steps away from the game. Hands on her waist, a faint scowl on her face that looks more amused than angry. And then more money is put in and she decides to keep trying, mumbling herself in a tone that doesn't sound angry, despite the words.

"...stupid, god-damn exploding...piece of hairy garbage...you're gonna get it." Resting the toy rifle against her shoulder, Charlie decides to try again and does a tiny bit better this time.

Just a tiny bit.

Garden Park: Mid-afternoon - Genessia City

Charlie is taking a break from being inside. She doesn't do well with all that sitting inside a building, so she's happy to catch a much-needed respite from crowds and people. She has Andi and Victor with her, both dogs happy with chew toys and nibbling at the bowls of food Charlie set up for them so she can eat her own sandwich in peace.

She has a book nearby, too. Pinocchio. She's read it a million times over, but there's something about the soft smile on her face that may suggest this book brings her joy. Occasionally, she reaches up to pet Andi or Victor, but for the most part, she's pretty happy with reading about the little wooden boy and the trouble he gets himself into.

Who: Alice Liddell and YOU
What: Alice is running a high fever, and gets the bright idea that playing out in the cold will help cool her down. This is clearly a terrible idea
When: Throughout the week
Where: Fayren
Warnings: None at the moment

( Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun )

VIDEO;

I'm not sure what it says about this place that somebody put a welcome hologram next to the place where kidnap victims arrive. On one hand, I'm alarmed it's happened enough to need that kind of message. On the other, at least someone else has gone to the trouble of having a welcome speech. So, uh, thanks for that.

[ He's not happy to be here, despite the neutral expression and casual tone in his voice, but you could probably say that about any of the people who wake up in the cavern. He is, however, relieved that he -- and by assumption -- everyone else who winds up isn't immediately thrown into jail or a labor camp. It could be much worse. ]

Anyway, hi. My name is Steve and I'm new. I'd appreciate any tips or advice on how to find housing and a job, or just anything about living here. Thanks.

[ At least until he pokes around and figures out why people are being brought here, and maybe how to get everyone home. ]

ACTION;

[ For the first few days, Steve plans on sticking fairly close to his temporary lodgings. He will be out and about learning his way around, though, wandering down streets and poking into interesting looking shops. Chatting with strangers, whether they're newcomers like him or native to the region, will be a top priority. Knowledge is power and he's learned through hanging around with some very intelligent spies people that any information you get can be used to advantage.

But it also helps knowing what kind of people are around for the sake of living together and who might be good in an emergency. Steve isn't naive enough to think trouble won't find him here. It always does. ]

If you are informed of your future and it is...unfortunate...do you ignore it or try to change it? [He has more or less made his decision, but he is open to the opinions of others.]

Furthermore, do you believe anyone can change for the better? Are some beyond redemption?

[Also, who decides such things? He wants to argue over that point out of habit, but this is serious and he is trying not to be an ass.]

[ Sebastian isn't really sure he understands what is happening despite having watched the entire hologram tutorial. Which, to be honest, was kind of cool, but he just woke in another world so far from what he would call home or normal. New York can get pretty crazy sometimes, maybe more eccentric and unique than crazy, but his is surreal.

He's still standing next to the hologram tutorial, sort of stunned and uncertain. ]

Uh...hi. My name is Sebastian. I just arrived.

[ He's starting to freak out a little and it's a bit difficult to breathe so he's clutching everything he found with him to his chest and sort of looking around. ]

Um...I'm not really...is this place real? I'm-I'm lost. I don't know what I'm-I need to call my father.

How does one go about forgiving yourself?

[ If Neil is going to be part of Charlie’s life, there are certain things he has to understand. Like the fact that Charlie sometimes pulls stupid shit on the people she cares about and today is no different. When the feed kicks on, it’s only part of Charlie’s face as she films something going on behind her. And there’s a sound. Not a god-awful sound, but not a very comfortable one, either.

Someone is singing, and not too well. Couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, that’s how bad. Who is this singing monster?

No monster. Just Neil who, unaware he’s being filmed, steps into frame in the kitchen, still singing away and doing who knows what while Charlie records. ]

( best fire family ever. )

Who: Regina Mills, Neil Blair, Arya Stark, Charlie McGee and YOU!
What: Regina throws a party, jointly in honor of Neil's nameday and a housewarming. Afternoon (CLOSED to extended family, includes Alice and Maddie); evening (OPEN to friends, coworkers, Fayrenite neighbors)
Where: Villa Ascua in Fayren
When: 11/3.
Summary: Shortly after noon, the usual chaos of a Saturday afternoon morphs into a family party with a singular special event. Toward sunset, with the assistance of OUATE, the magically globe-lit courtyard and property of Villa Ascua become the site of a casually chic open house.
Warnings: schmoop, family nonsense, anything that heads NSFW will go to private journals (please).
OOC Note: Please indicate which part of the party your tag is for. Otherwise, feel free to tag in, tag around, have fun.

( I. A Family Affair )

( II. An Open House )

( Initial Reactions )


[Action//Here, There, Everywhere~]

[Have a seven foot man in a dark suit… who may look more like a skeleton in a wig than a man to be honest--just sort of wandering around taking in the sites, occasionally coughing into his hand and for the most part trying not to draw attention to himself. Alas, that’s kind of difficult to do when you’re this tall and there don’t seem to be too many other stupid tall people around here to detract attention, ugh.]

[And despite his best efforts, he still bumps into you and offers an awkward overly-toothy smile and an apologetic raised hand.]

Ah, sorry about that.


[Text to Aizawa]
Aizawa, it’s All Might.

[Lame text is lame but straight forward. Rational boy will probably like it.]


[Text to Midoriya]
I AM HERE! And wondering if this is really you, kid.


[ooc; Official canon point, end of chapter 131! Action or prose is fine, some other prompt other than him bumping into your pup is cool too, I'm easy XD and I hope I don't suck]

Who: Neil Blair and any/all residents of Villa Ascua, Neil Blair and YOU!
What: Rare idle day to putter around the house, and to later run some errands
Where: Villa Ascua in Fayren, later all around Fayren proper
When: 10/17
Warnings: Relentless family fluff, possible discussion of violence and fictional religion, will add if things come up.
Summary: Neil has a day off, and spends the morning catching up with things and family around the house. Later, he's off to run some errands...and yes, recon on a fox he still wants to kill counts.

( Closed to Villa Ascua... )

( Open to Fayren at large... )

[ It’s Charlie that shows up on the feed first, hair hanging around her shoulders in a controlled mess of blonde waves. She’s outside at the park, one of her favorite spots to be, and she’s surrounded by books and notebooks, pens and pencils. The girl is researching and for anyone that has a good, observant eye, the books are on dogs. Dog breeds. Dog care. Dog training. She has reason for this.

Also in frame? One Neil Blair who is busy emptying a bag of take-out from somewhere. ]

Okay, so...Neil and I have a question for you guys. About dogs. Probably more than a few. For starters, who has a dog here? Did they come with you, or did you get them here? And what can you tell me about them? About their personalities and temperaments and all that fun.

[ And she turns to look at Neil, because he probably has a bunch of questions, too. Probably more helpful ones than she’s asking. ]

[The moment she turns to Neil, he holds up a wrapped burger to her with a smile, waiting for her to take it from him before he squints into her phone for a second, then holds up a hand in a brief, friendly wave.]

Yeah, what she said. Also, what kind of dogs do you have, if any? I mean--y’know, working dogs versus herding, shit like that. I don’t know much about ‘em, seeing as dogs are a little different where I come from. All I really remember is that Irish setters are dumb as fuck, terriers are the right combination of friendly and vicious little fuckers, and mutts are healthier than purebreds--a lot of ‘em, anyway.

[He pauses to rummage through the bag of food again, then frowns and glances up at Charlie.]

Hey, that the burger with extra pickles? I think I gave you mine…

But they said they marked...hang on.

[ She has a bag of her own nearby and leans off-screen to reach for it. By this point, thank the Gods or whatever, she hasn’t taken a bite of the burger he gave her and the wrapper shows the word PICKLE with a circle and line drawn through it, saying no pickles. She pulls out a thing of fries, fried with the skin on, and two small pies and then another burger. This one has the words XTRA PICKLES written on it. Opening both, she hands over the one that says there isn’t to be any pickles on it at all. ]

Take your pickles. I don’t care for them.

[ With that handled, Charlie addresses the feed. ] Basically, we’re looking for something we can train as a sort of guard dog, but also as a companion. And active. Me, personally, I want a medium-sized dog. I was looking up info on the Malinois and that seems like the dog for me, so if anyone knows where I can get one of those? Let me know.

[Neil grins at that while looking down at his burger, unwrapping it so he can take a bite. Chewing quickly and swallowing, he nods his head towards Charlie.]

Kid knows what she wants. Ain’t she great?

[Immediately, Neil raises a hand to forestall any response from her.]

Shut up. You’re awesome. End of discussion.

[ And end of feed, the parting shot Charlie rolling her eyes as any teenager can in a total ‘god you’re embarrassing’ manner, all while smiling softly. ]

[An anxious face appears on the screen.]

What the fuuu... Oh, hey. I'm dreaming, right? Or this is a hallucination. I'm still at the party and this is a hallucination. That's gotta be it.

Can you text and hallucinate? Oh, shit, I hope I don't say something dumb while I'm...

[Stares at device.]

This is on, isn't it?

[Hello, Genessia. Are you ready for this?

The video turns on to reveal a bearded man in a white t-shirt under red-and-black plaid, and with signs of anger and pain apparent around the eyes. It's the anger that adds an edge to his already-crisp tone. He has major problems with being kidnapped, for one thing.]

I'll get right to the important part. How close is anyone to finding a way home?

[He's not one to mince words, especially when he's got things to do that are more important than sitting around here waiting for who-knows-what to happen.]

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."

Who: Charlie and Eli
What: Neil decided to dad at Charlie, Charlie panicked and has been avoiding Neil since.
Where: A park somewhere in Attleton.
When: After Charlie's shift at work so...early afternoon 8/31
Warnings: Charlie's in a bad mood, expect swearing.

Charlie felt terrible, deep down and all throughout, for how she'd handle Neil's concern. And she knew that's what it was; concern for her. But she really couldn't help how she reacted until she'd cussed him out and told him he wasn't her dad. Well, almost. She stopped herself before that word slipped out because that's when a thing or two hit her at once. First; it was a conversation her dad should be having, but that wasn't Neil. Second; it served as a reminder that Andy McGee was very, very gone and had been for a while. And Third? Neil had quickly become the closest thing she had to a dad in such a short amount of time that it terrified her. For his sake and hers. It made him a target, never mind the fact that no one from The Shop was there.

So she'd gone into hiding, after a fashion. She'd moved out of her Commonspace room to somewhere else, and didn't tell Neil. She went to her job as she should, worked hard, and left. But instead of returning to her new residence, she wandered Attleton for a bit. Nothing too exciting. She felt like running away, but there was no where to run to. So it was just a lot of aimless meandering. A stop at a store here to pick up some food for her new place, another stop there to food for now, a third stop to buy a new journal and pen, and a final stop to pick up a blanket to throw on the ground at the park, just to give herself somewhere to sit quietly and write.

About her day. About Neil and what happened, and each thing she wrote started with the words 'dear dad,' because that's who she wrote to.

Eventually, with letters finished, she stretches out on the blanket under a tree, looking skyward and watching clouds roll by, listening to the sounds around her. It's the sounds of footsteps nearby that has her sitting up and looking around some, finally managing a tired looking smile at Eli.

"You look familiar." Yes, she is in fact trying to act like everything is fine, that she's just a normal teenage girl out enjoying the sun, shoes kicked off and sitting next to the black and red and blue blanket she was flopped on.

[It's been twenty four hours since he woke up in one of those stupid pod things, and as disconnected as Derek feels in this place--far from his pack, too close to the bloodshed left in the Nogitsune's wake--the time he's spent on his own in a small, semi-comfortable room far removed from Beacon Hills...it's actually been good for him.

That was yesterday, however, and now Derek's starting to get antsy.

Which is why, when the network comes to life, the forests of Fayren are the backdrop behind a handsome young man with dark coloring, a neat yet scruffy beard, and no shirt. The fine sheen of perspiration on his face and shoulders is indicative of the run he's just been on--and working up that sweat was no small effort.]

Hi. Name's Derek, just got here. I'd like to get out of the Commonspace pretty quick--but if I'm gonna get a place, I'm gonna need a job. Anyone out there hiring?

[There's a beat...and because he's an Omega now, because he knows for all the aggravations, he really can't do without that human connection...with a sigh, he sets his jaw for a moment, and keeps going.]

And, uh--if anyone's in need of a roommate, hit me up. We can work out shared costs once I find work, but can't hurt to send up a flare, right?

[It kind of looks like it does hurt, from the scowl he can't quite hide--but he doesn't take it back, just sort of sighs, offers a terse nod of silent thanks, and kills the feed.]

[ Kay is in Genessia City, staring in confusion at the empty space that the Velvet Lust bar used to occupy. It's not that the bar is closed and he's out of the job, is that the whole thing just disappeared.

There's an empty expanse of nothing where the building used to be, no walls, signs, nothing, niet, nada. The droid looks down at the communicator, then back at the patch of empty ground in front of him, and finally back to the camera.]

I'd like to report a kidnapping.

[Hello, everyone! Have a new face on the network, a man with chiseled, Mediterranean good looks and an open, shy smile. He waves--then he releases the phone from his hand and it sails backwards, somehow hovering in midair so the newcomer can talk with his hands free.

Well...sort of free. Promptly, he reaches into the back pocket of his fashionably fatigued jeans, pulling out a deck of cards.]

Hey, everyone.

[Visibly standing in the middle of a park in Genessia City, the man opens the box of cards and idly starts to shuffle as he speaks, performing showy one-handed cuts and shuffles and card fans. The longer he toys with the cards, the more relaxed he becomes, visibly nervous as he starts out.]

I'm Tommy, and I'm new here. Tommy...Karras. I mean--that's me.

[Someone is not comfortable with public speaking. Tanned features darken a little as he blushes, then with a flick of his wrist he tosses a card into the air, letting it spin in midair before he catches it, displaying an ace of spades.]

And I'm real new. Rank knew, just woke up--crap, 'bout twenty minutes ago?

[The accent is East Coast, but softened by years far from home--a keen ear might hear Brooklyn in there. The ace goes back into the deck, lost in a series of one handed shuffles, Charlier cuts, overhanded shuffling.]

I got the whole rundown from that...what, hologram or somethin'? Not many questions, but I am curious about what kinda entertainment a person can find in this town. I mean...

[He trails off, fanning out the deck of cards in his hand--then with a flick of his wrists, the deck vanishes. Every single card...except for the ace of spades, which he's still holding.]

...anyone got work for a magician?

[He turns the ace over a couple times in the fingers of one hand. The shy smile is now a grin--the delighted of a happy little boy that just got away with swiping treats from the cookie jar.

...or, perhaps, adding something instead? Check your pockets, everyone--odds are, you may have a playing card in there in the world's largest, strangest game of "Fifty Two Pickup."]