[The video shows Graverobber in the forests of Fayren, sitting on the ground in the dirt. It's a little weird, since he's normally never outside of Genessia City or Nova City, but he seems pretty at home in the middle of the woods. He seems to be in the middle of a stone structure that seems entirely unnatural -- the rocks seem deliberately arranged into a cave-like set-up, and yet they are far too large for him to have physically moved on his own.

He's also looking a little...greener, than usual.]

So, I admit, this whole everyone-turning-into-monsters business is kind of weird, but I'm not minding it too much. Particularly since I got superpowers out of the whole deal, which is not something I've ever had. Plus, I'll admit, being able to move rocks around feels kind of badass.

[As he says it, some of the rocks surrounding him shifting, restructuring his little abode into something more expansive. Graverobber doesn't seem worried that any of them will fall, just pleased at their movements.]

This would have been a hell of a lot more useful back when I was, you know, homeless and stealing from people's graves and all that shit, but it's pretty neat all the same.

WHO: Graverobber, Faye Valentine
WHAT: Graverobber and Faye go on a date after Graverobber answered Gren's personal ad for her
WHEN: October 9th
WHERE: Jack's Bar

( But it's as much as I can do, you know, to figure you out )

[BEHOLD. In front of you, you will see a rare image, one that rarely occurs, one that is often only described as legend.

Graverobber is not wearing his trenchcoat.

And he seems very annoyed about it.]

You know, I'm from California, and in particular, a version of California that had gotten so rotten with environmental craziness that the water was un-swimmable.

But this?

This fucking heat wave?

Jesus, even California back home wasn't this bad.

[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.

I got married to who now?

[He's got an eyebrow arched but he mostly just looks amused.]

All right, now I'm real curious as to who started that little nugget of gossip. Graverobber's not mad, understand, Graverobber's just bewildered is all.

Also I'm pretty sure I haven't met anyone named Conner here yet, so our sexual chemistry must be skyrocket high if people think we're married without exchanging any words yet.

[When Rip's device pops on, it's bobbing in mid air and she's completely unaware with headphones in as she's just singing along to the song she's listening to. In her arms is her darling woobat that seems to be happy to be snuggled right there.  Tonight Rip's abandoned her usual suits and dress clothes for something a little more relaxed. Namely a tanktop and a pair of sweat pants. What could she say? She was enjoying a rare night off...]

Searching for you
Running round in circles all the time
I can't find you Guess I'll have to keep on running yet another mile
Endless searching
Still I won't quit believing you'll be mine
I will find you, I will find you
Even if it means I'm searching till the day I die...


[It's not until her woobat manages to knock one of her ear buds out that Rip looks up from where she had been running her hand through the little creature's fur and realizes her device is on. She lets the song trail off and then sighs as she gives the creature holding her device a non-plus look.]

Keep zhis up Pumpkin und I'll find a vay to ghost proof zhe house.

[The device shakes for a  moment before moving in closer to Rip who has her hand out stretched  as the camera tilts just enough to get a glimpse of her left upper arm and the hints of a tattoo there... She looks a bit annoyed as she finally gets the device and clicks it off for a few minutes.

Minutes later, Rip reappears looking slightly less annoyed and her pumpkaboo hiding in her long hair.]

You know, it takes hafing a job to really appreciate zhe rare nights off.

[So says the insomniac vampire who still has sleeping issues even if they were slowly getting better with...help. She glances out of the window after a moment and then smiles.]

You know, I hafn't vent for a decent leisurely valk in ages. Tonight zeems like zhe perfect night to indulge, don't you think?

[She flashes her device a fang filled grin before shutting her device off. Rip can be found wandering the Everglades or on a walk around Genessia City....]

[A disgusting bug lady with a big smile is on the screen. She's sitting politely, albeit a little stiffly, on one of the sidewalk benches near the Bay. As she speaks, her face is excessively expressive, especially the way her brows lift or furrow over her huge dark eyes.]

Hello. I am Mantis. I am very grateful for the many gifts of jewelry and units that were left for me.

[Her head dips as she puts her hand briefly on the opal necklace around her throat. She's practically beaming. No one has ever given her such a nice present!]

I am also grateful for the information. I will do my best to memorize it, and I hope I will make many friends.

[She smiles HARD, probably being a little too toothy with her smile, but she does seem genuinely happy and even gives an awkward little wave with her hand. Hello, future friends! ...And then she keeps smiling. And smiling. And waiting. This is the part where someone else responds, correct?]

...I have never had a job before. I am looking forward to receiving my first job very much!

[It's debatable whether she even knows what a job is, if she looks that enthusiastic about it.]

[Video]

[Hey look! It's everybody's least favorite romantic meddler! The backdrop of her office is very familiar, as she's made most of her videos from behind her desk. She looks chic as usual, hands folded in front of her, beaming from ear to ear.]

I'd like to let everyone know that the Aphrodite Matchmaking and Love Arcade has hired a new matchmaker! I hope you all drop by to play some games and get yourselves set up with a date. Prom is just around the corner, after all, and no one has to go stag if they don't want to!

But that's not all we've got lined up for you.

[She wags her finger to one side and winks.]

For starters, I want to see how much interest there would be in an arcade competition with challenges and prizes for the best gamers. If there are enough people who'd be willing to sign up, I'll make it happen.

Finally, I've written up a loose outline for a couple of video games of my own. One of them is a story-based romance, and I thought this would be a great way to get some of you guys involved! We're looking for volunteers to be some of the datable options in the game. It's going to be really fun! I'd like to aim for four guys and four girls, but there could be more if there are a lot of people who want to go for it.

...And if anyone has any experience in programming and designing games, give me a call. We can go into business together!

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[Action - Genessia City, Sunset Summit Apartments]

[Sunset Summit sounds like such a peaceful place to live. And maybe if Minako didn't live there, it would be comfortable and serene.]

[It isn't.]

[It's pretty common, in fact, to see smoke billowing out of the window of 602, with Minako flapping towels and hacking and coughging to air out her apartment. Or maybe she's been spotted dashing frantically out the lobby doors only to return just as frantically and armed with a fire extinguisher.]

[Also don't be alarmed by the sea of suds gushing from underneath the laundry room door and the shriek of dismay from Minako, who ran out of laundry detergent and tried to use dish soap to wash her clothes.]

[It's a mystery how she ever managed to live on her own this long and still be alive.]

WHO: Yang Xiao Long, OPEN!
WHAT: Spring is in full-bloom in Nova City, making it the perfect weather for a birthday barbecue. Come hang out with your favorite deputy guardian (me)!
WHEN: April 22nd, 2018 - Sunday Afternoon
WHERE: Nova City Park

There really was nothing like the smell of grilling meat, smoke, and freshly-cut grass. ...Was it actually grass, or astro-turf with eau de grass sprinkled here and there to make it seem like grass? Well, whatever, they got the smell right if that was the case!

Yang was completely in her element, spinning her spatula and flipping burgers and hot dogs onto plates and into buns with carefree ease. While it wasn't really hot enough to warrant the tank top and black denim short shorts, Yang was completely comfortable in her sporty attire. Her wild mess of blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way as she grilled and shifted her weight from sneaker to sneaker as she whistled along with the thrum of the stereo set up on one of the picnic tables. Looped around her neck was a barbecue-sauce-stained 'Kiss the Cook' apron. Because of course she would wear something tacky flirty like that.

Not only was there plenty of food available from the barbecue station, there was also a table set up for a potluck if anyone decided to bring a dish from home. Or chips. Chips were good too. Next to that were a few bins for outdoor games, such as a sloped board with holes in it for a beanbag toss, a rack of hula hoops, a box of assorted Frisbees, and some odd belts with two colored strips velcroed to either side. Those familiar with tag football would recognize the belts for what they were, since Yang was all about a fun, safe contact sport. There was no guarantee she wouldn't wind up tackling an opponent anyway, of course, but so long as they could take it... :D

A water balloon volleyball net and bucket of balloons was set up, along with a tower of folded old towels meant for partners to lob the balloons back and forth. And for those who wanted to relax in the sun or shade, there were several lawn chairs perfect for lounging.

[OOC: Come on over with your prompts, tag around, have a ball! You can safely assume that anyone who showed up that Yang doesn't hate is getting promptly bear-hugged.]

Who 10th Doctor; Grave Robber; Open
Where Fortuna Palace
When April 18th

Martha was gone. Or rather had been randomly selected to return back; just as they'll randomly be selected to be here but why was she summoned here to just - go - back.

He needs to brood. Which roughly translate to get a drink since going forward is impossible here. He doesn't care that his tolerance for drinking is basically - nonexistent because that was something given up to have The Tardis.

He's got loads of money - since rent and eating aren't something that someone needs to pay daily.

Be his best. He promised Rose that he'd be his best. He doesn't know what to think of this prison anymore. This multiverse prison. Even Hell was better than this.

Martha didn't give something for something but Ten did - did she go back because she wasn't going to give any her abilities/memories/items up?

Martha could show up again - but would she remember here? When would Martha be from?

His mind falls on Jack and Rose; the multiverse is a cruel mistress and takes a shot in one swallow.

Right, so, two things-- both somewhat related.

Looking for bands or solo acts to sing at the upcoming prom. You don't need to audition but if you could meet with me, if you're interested, to work out what set you'd like to sing and the theme and whatnot, let me know.

Secondly, is anyone interested in having a music festival sometime in the next few months? Looking for bands, singers, tech crew--people who drive those little food trucks. Again, let me know. I'll be here.


Finally and lastly, just for kicks and giggles, for class at the end of the month, we're going on a field trip. Anyone is welcome. Bring a packed lunch and running shoes. Telescopes will be provided.

That's all from me.

[a flair of the fingers and he's gone]

Hey guys!

[Someone's looking a lot more cheerful now that her PRECIOUS hair is back to being blonde and unruly once more. She's sitting in some sort of office, and given the high level of tech in the background, it's probably safe to say she's in Nova City.]

My birthday is coming up this week, so I thought I'd throw a little barbecue bash on Sunday out here in Nova City, since the weather looks to be pre-ttee good that day.

[A miserable looking man with greasy hair starts to edge into the screen. Yang pushes his head back out of view and briefly admonishes him to be patient.]

It's going to be standard barbecue fare, hot dogs and hamburgers. I'll take care of that part and the condiments, and fix us up with some lemonade too. If you want to bring something for an impromptu potluck, feel free! I know some of you are real good cooks.

[Yang winks.]

Don't bring any presents. Seriously, all I want is to hang out with some cool people and enjoy the sunshine. Swing by, we'll be in the park across the street from the Guardian office!

[It's probably the only way they can get Garrus to pop his head in at least for a little while.]

We'll start at noon and end...whenever.

[Someone murmurs off-screen, and Yang's attention flits up and to the left.]

Got it. All right, you, let's get you processed.

[She takes the man's arm and helps him to his feet, on account of the handcuffs and all. She grins back at the camera.]

Back to work. Hope to see you guys Sunday!

[End feed.]

[Hey there Genessia, have a shot of a slightly cleaner-looking Graverobber. Granted, he still has the same hair, goth skin tone, and vaguely grungy appearance, but he does seem like he's showered in the recent past.]

Hey there. So, now that I've adjusted to this weird-ass city a little bit and, uh, swapped bodies with a doll for a couple days, looks like I've needed to go legit. No graverobbing because, well, none of you folks apparently die for very long, and also because you don't have the same grade-A painkillers floating around like candy as we do back home.

[He shrugs in a what-can-you do kind of way.]

Anyhow, since I'm a big fan of having money for food and all that shit, I got a job. A legal one, even, which is a weird change of pace. I'll be bartending over at Fortuna Palace, so, if any of you all are looking for a drink or to spend some money on a game of chance, hit me up and say hi while you're over there.

[Y'all know the drill here. Well, anyone who's been here long enough to see this asshole hermit pop his head out of his burrow knows the drill here.

As usual, there he is on camera, smiling brilliantly, the grin a touch too wide, Midge seated comfortably on his shoulder. As always, the massive cockroach/lightning bug's dinner plate sized eyes are locked on the screen, his head tucked comfortably just under the demon's left ear.

Distantly, discordantly, there's something fucking awful playing, and there's an excellent chance that he set this up in preparation to do what he does best.

Be a giant piece of shit]

Hello! And welcome to Genessia. I see there's a lot of new faces here today! And yesterday. And for the next few days as you all slowly trickle in, ripped from the comfort of your homes.

A few of you from your graves. The first most important lesson you'll all learn here in Genessia is that the laws of nature, whatever they were prior to your being here, don't apply anymore.

Please feel free to yell about it! Yell as long and as loud as you want at anyone you feel looks the most responsible for this. Point fingers and lay blame on strangers!

It's practically a tradition!

Now, I know that some of you won't pay attention to the hologram, or read the pamphlets, and will jump straight to the good old time honored tradition of shaking your fist at an uncaring, unfeeling and invisible pantheon of spirits or deities in impotence. It definitely won't do anything, but you do need to get it out of your system now, so please indulge.

For those of you who are dedicated to your fist shaking aimed skyward, let me just give you a quick rundown of your situation!

First: No, you can't go back! Well, not unless you do the thing.

[Right on cue, the bobble eyed bug on his shoulder placidly lisps-]

Do what thing, master?

The thing, Midge. You know. The thing no one here is allowed to tell you about, that thing. We discussed this at the last secret meeting- Oh never mind.

If any of you newcomers here want to know what the thing is, I can guarantee that one of our many city guardians will know exactly what I'm talking about! They're not allowed to tell you, so you might have to be a bit persistent, but I'm sure one of them will tell you all about the thing.

Second! We periodically experience sporadic failures in the upholding of reality.

What does this mean? Well I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me. Just not even a little bit-Not even a teensy bit. So I'm not going to try, just take my word for it. You'll know when reality breaks.

Third! In line with time honored traditions, everyone here loves being challenged to an impromptu street fight. Everyone. Don't even bother sending a warning, that's considered a social faux pax here, just throw a punch.

Do it.

Hit the first person you see directly in the teeth, I haven't seen a better way to make friends yet.

For more totally necessary, definitely not made up information about Genessia that I'm most certainly not lying through my teeth about, you were right to ignore the pamphlets and hologram, ask me!

Only right here and now though, I've only got an hour before an extremely important nap.

[ action ]

[ Guess who heard the rumor mill circulating? If anyone thought that she was upset by it, it was the complete opposite. In fact, all it did was give her inspiration. Out of all of the weapons she's made, she hasn't really considered a laser rocket before, but now?

Well, let's just say that the cogs are turning in her mind. For now, she needs to sketch this out, so in one of the cafes in Genessia, she's got some kind of paper along with a couple of pencils. Those who met her previously can see that she's dressed up considerably since it's still so cold in Genessia with a proper shirt, sweater, pants, and yes -- she still has her weapons and the rest of the stuff that was on her person. She's got a couple of ideas sketched out already, but they could use something more, if you get what she means. ]

Hmm... Nah, doesn't have the same flair as my others...

[ She's half tempted to toss the blueprints in the garbage like the others are, but she's also considering to keep the blueprint. She may be able to build on it. ]

Why is designin' the worst part of anythin'?

[ video ]

Ya know, I've gotta thank ya for the idea, Genessia. Laser rockets are cooler than normal rockets. I can't believe I didn't think of doin' this sooner.

That bein' said, anyone know of any scrapyards I can go to? Seems like there's a lack of 'em around here. Thank ya for the help, by the way.

WHO: Graverobber & Robert the Doll
WHAT: Graverobber really did try to avoid the eggs. Really. But then one falls on his head and he & Robert wind up in a hell of a weird situation.
WHEN: April 5th - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City

( So if there had been one specific thing that had really gotten drilled into him when he arrived in Genessia, it was: do not touch the eggs. No, really. Seriously. Don't touch the fucking eggs. )