[it has taken her a while to write this, but write this she must. She is determined that this... date with her... with Hector... will be the best he's ever been on. Only she hasn't done anything romantic in almost a hundred years. So if this is what she needs to do, this is what she needs to do]

I need everyone's best advice for dating again after a long time not having anything to do with it. Any thought or helpful suggestion will be welcomed, for, at least in this. I'm out of my depth.


[she sends this out and then scribbles out a post script just in case]

Unless you are a Doctor or Ted.


[and then, because it occurs to her]

Did anyone else's [oh, what is the word]thingies die yesterday?

[ VIDEO ]

[ Upset? Sheryl wasn't upset. In truth, 'upset' would not begin to describe what she is feeling. She was furious, as she doesn't take to kindly to people who kidnap her. That is probably why it took a while before she was in the right mood to finally test the communicators.

When the video turns on, you will see a shot of Sheryl's annoyed face with a harried-looking hologram behind her. Sheryl raised one hand to show the camera a ball of crumpled up brochures.

Did these people just expect Sheryl Nome to roll over and accept it like they were entitled to herself and her freedom? That was unacceptable. Sheryl Nome followed no ones terms but her own. ]

To the people who thought they could contain me, you are all cowards. I don't need your false hospitality or your games.

I am Sheryl Nome and I live by no other rules but mine. For now, I hope we have an understanding.

[ ACTION ]

[ Despite her brave declaration, Sheryl was actually more afraid than she was letting on. Grace had always helped her through whenever she bravely charged one --- but now, she was truly alone. However, her pride would never allow her to become weak at this kind of pressure.

While she was not to keen about accepting help from her captors, she was still in need of information to better understand the situation in the perspective of fellow victims.

She approaches someone and will smile, looking much kinder than the persona on the video ... ]

Hello, do you have a moment?

Hey everyone!

[ Konoka's on screen once more. If someone knows her, she might look like she hasn't gotten a lot of sleep... but that's only if you squint real close. ]

At long last, I have managed to get the Heals on Wheels successor off the ground. I am here to announce the name "Helping Everyone At Life", or HEAL, for the short and sweet. To put things simply, HEAL is a cross city organization that can be called upon by City Guardians and medical organizations during times of crisis, especially when funneling people to Genessia or Nova City's hospital isn't a fast enough option. We can also be called upon by private citizens should single-person emergencies occur, especially when wounded appear in the Bay.

This is a volunteer organization, so anyone capable of healing is welcome! Please talk to me about openings for whichever city you live in!

[ Besides, she seems so excited about her organization finally getting off the ground. That's all it is... right? ]

[[Note: moved monster adventure to the log]]

[Locked to Hector]

[she has drunk twice as much as the potion as normal just to get her through the day. Somehow she wants to be vital for it. It makes no sense and she doesn't care to think about it. Instead, first thing in the morning, even before the sun is really up, she tromps into the hut, shedding her muddied coat and galoshes by the door, thumping a box on a nearby table and spotting the idiota snaps:]

Give me your pants.

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[Locked to Dove]

[sometime near mid afternoon, Imelda is sitting at a cafe, dressed reasonably well with a flower in her hair and stirring some tea, waiting and looking generally annoyed at life. It's nice to meet someone who she is starting to consider a friend-- though who knows how long that will last.]

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[Open]

[Imelda, still under the potions affects and looking alive and in the flower of (irritated) youth, is trying to get an armload of unwieldy supplies across town and/or on public transport. She doesn't seem in a great mood, but when is she? Will you help her or bar her way? Take care with either one]

[Sometime in the night, you might find an exhausted skeleton who is nevertheless alive but doesn't have the wherewithal to stand. She'll be fine. She really will. It's not as if she can die again]

[Anon Text]

What is love to you all? Does it exist? Does it fulfill a purpose? I'm curious in lieu of that..date auction.

[Action - Everglade]

It had been awhile, but finally Kii felt themselves more alive and able to do things again. The only thing that they still felt was odd was the fact they felt more calm. It was a strange feeling to not be annoyed by everyone that wasn't /him/.

No, today was time to see what this town was really about. Supposedly a town full of non-humans, including ones that could eat people. They weren't going to start pickpocketing yet, but something did catch their eye. It was someone coming close to walking towards them. For a minute Kii had seen their beloved in a hallucination. The red head reached out and grabbed the other's arm to get their attention,

"Hey.. what are you doing here?"

[so, it is her birthday once more. What's more, a birthday as she prefers it; by herself in the quiet. Yet, this year, she can't help but be a little more on edge. Or perhaps the quietness is quieter than it used to be... Or perhaps she is not as strong as she used to be.]

What do people do to amuse themselves in this place? There seems so much to do, it's nearly overwhelming, but I don't want to waste my time with trying a million different things.

[and, honestly, she doesn't expect anyone's recommendation to appeal to her. But, at least, she'll have a sort of company]

[this is much harder to write than it has any reason to be and there is no part of Imelda that actually wants to write it. But needs must and she must because there is too much on the table and, at any rate, at least she can distance herself somewhat from the question.

So she has to word it very carefully]



I know of someone who has a temper and a sort fuse when it comes to certain things. She is a shrew who will not be tamed, and yet her nature is making everyone in her familia suffer. So som advice on how to help her not care any more is appreciated.

Unless you are Ted.



[she glances over it. Si. This seems fairly ambiguous. Satisfied, she sends it]

[ever since the change, she had spent so long in her apartment, not knowing what to do about it, afraid and entranced by it-- the sensations that she never thought she'd feel again, the hunger, the thirst, air in her lungs and a heart that beat. But after so long, even she couldn't cope with the loneliness.

And so appears on the video, chin lifted, shoulders squared, eyes wary and surprisingly fleshy]

I am looking for something to do for... fun. [she hesitates as she says the word as if she's not said it in a while. Usually she has fun with her familia but as no one is here she feels as she did long ago, unmoored, unattached, uncertain] Or at least something interesting.

[she has no more to say than that and so will leave it there. Later on, however, she will be wondering about Genessia, Attleton or Fayren, a red shawl on her shoulders, nibbling on this or that or catching her reflection in shop windows and staring]

[Seth is sitting on his couch as the feed flickers to life. He looks pale though it's hard to tell if it's the normal pale or a new pale. His shirt is lost somewhere among the mess on the floor while a silver chain and pendant hang from his throat. Dull golden eyes focus on the screen as he addresses the masses after some time hermitting and thinkin.]

For those who knew her, Futaba has left the city.

[He's used to loss, it comes with living for over a millennium but it still stings.]

Anyway. I've been out of work for too long and I was thinking about opening a spa or hair salon. Not sure if that's something that people would be interested in but I figured I could use other talents of mine and we all need a place to relax.

I'll welcome any opinions or ideas.

I'm not sure what I'd call it.

 [The boy on screen appears to be writing in a journal: He is holding a pencil and occasionally moves it as if to write something. That “something” being a list of life goals. It’s also quite short, which is why Shi looks so troubled.]

I’ve been in Genessia for a long time now. I have a job and I make pretty good money, and I have a place to live and food to eat...

Is that it? Is that all people do with their lives? I mean... All I wanted before was to not be cold or hungry anymore, and I have those things now... I don’t know where to go from here. A good Kami is supposed to get their own shrine and have followers and stuff, but I’m an evil and terrible Kami...

What kinds of things do humans do with their lives? Are there normal human hobbies? How do you get best friends? Can Kami have hobbies and best friends, or would that be bad of me? Do humans really only live to pay rent and eat food? I’m grateful for those things,  but for some reason... I’m not happy. Maybe I’m just ungrateful and bad.

[The feed clicks on to reveal!

Mud.

A lot of mud.

There are some leaves too, and a few twigs. But mostly? Mud.

Hector's voice can be heard over the mud, vaguely, and it sounds like a normal conversation. Pretty one sides actually.

Really Hector isn't talking to himself.

I promise.]

Pues, I'm not really sure how it works here but you're the first one I've ever seen. And I traveled...a lot when I was alive.

[A pause.]

Eh? No se. I'm used to it. But hey, check this out!

[Whatever amazing thing- can't be seen by the audience, but whatever Hector's talking to makes a rather eerie laugh. And that's when Hector's heel hits the com and he gives a small ow. A bit of cleaning and hector's skeletal face is seen, grinning brightly.]

Oh, hey. Oops. I think the hole in my pocket got worse. Sorry amigos!

[He's about to turn off the feed when the spirit or what have you whispers something.]

Oh yeah. Hey, anyone have a pair of curtains they don't want? I...kind of need a door.

[she stands with her fingers laced in front of her and a cool expression]

It occurs to me that there are many... arrivals to this city who have businesses and organizations with no idea how to operate the financial side of things. To that end I offer my services to at least put you in a direction where you can manage your own at a basic level, though I am willing to do consultation on a semi-permanent basis.

Also personal finances, if that's required, but don't expect me to be kind. Money isn't, nor is the world.

[but she will try to help figure out what others want and how to get it]

No music based interests need inquire. I will have no part of that. Gracias.

Please let me know at any time.


Otherwise, I am looking for a woman named Faye. Is there anyone who might know or know how to get into contact with her? I would appreciate it.

[ Cordelia does not make herself known on the network often. Mostly because she doesn't have much to say en masse to the people of Genessia. Today, however, she seems to have a lot on her mind and, well, sometimes you have to do things you don't want to lest you fall into a rut.

She clears her throat, her voice calm save a faint wheeze that seems to come when she breathes. ]

Good afternoon everyone. For those that do not know, my name is Cordelia Peacebringer. A few months ago my friend Hanzo and I set up a shop called Blades and Bows in Nova City. We sell and make weaponry and train those that seek lessons.

Unfortunately, with Hanzo's recent departure I am alone in this venture. To those that may be familiar with less advanced weapons often used here, I would greatly appreciate the assistance of anyone could offer it. Naturally, you would be paid for your work.

Please contact me if you are interested. I can be found at the shop at ( address here ) at any time of day. Thank you.

[Locked to Jaune] (July 10th)

[she's sent him an extensive shopping list a few days previous, and is ready to begin to teach him how to cook on the most basic level. You have to learn how to walk before you can run after all. She has picked up a few fresh fruits and vegetables herself which are in the basket she's carrying as she knocks on the door]

[Locked to Dray] (July 10th) (later)

[she'll come by his studio with the box of promised shoes and a little bit of a treat to go with it. She doesn't know what he likes so hopes a little pouch of catnip will do. It's always good to go a little beyond for potential customers]


[locked to Torchwood] (July 11th)

[at Torchwood she is all business. She will visit every department and ask bluntly to see their expense reports. She doesn't bother introducing herself, imagining the young woman she'd spoke to had warned everyone of her arrival.

Be prepared]

[Imelda may be good at many things, but technology is not one of them. Nor is being on her own in a strange place, so different from Santa Cecilia or even the Land of the Dead. She's not particularly good at approaching people either. But needs must and her needs right at the moment include a job, red bills aren't going to work forever and she can't seem to figure out how to find one. All before there were contacts, and she's gotten used to whatever her beloved familia has set on the ofrenda. Now she is back to nothing. Less than nothing.

She tries not to let that show, though, sitting straight and stern for the camera as if posing for an old photograph]

I'm looking for work. [and how annoying to have to do this all over again. She who had started a successful zapataria twice... and would do so a third time. When she had enough money gathered.]

I can cook and clean and mend and all those things required running a household. [she waves a hand] Finances are a specialty.

If you are looking for some skilled labor, or know of anyone who is, contact me por favor. [and she will try to figure out how to answer in time]


[afterwards and otherwise, Imelda can be seen wandering down the streets of Genessia, peering into shops, looking lost, and indeed she might be. Not that she will admit it]

[she has been here a day or so now and had calmed a bit from her first panicked reaction of waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar. At first she had thought she'd gone to the Final Death somehow, which simply wasn't possible, but then she'd seen other people. Living people. Fleshy people. And more importantly they'd seen her and hadn't had much to say about it. And then she'd found the... the young woman... that strange ghost who had repeated over and over where she was and how she had come. It had seemed more like some bright television sort of thing, because Imelda had tried to converse with her and then waved her hand right through.

But she had finally decided that this was entirely real, and that she was somehow physical in the Land of the Living while still being very dead. Not a situation she was in usually. Now she was ready so she fiddles with the...the teléfono thing that was nothing like any teléfono she'd ever seen.Still, somehow she manages it, or she thinks she does--]

H-Hello. I am Imelda Rivera and I would like to speak to an operator, por favor. [she's not entirely sure who she should connect to or call in order to find her familia... but an operator seems a step in the right direction]