Okay, I need something to occupy my brain before the boredom of the paperwork makes me shoot myself in the foot. What have you guys got planned for the month of spooks? I'm usually working the most during October, so the change of pace here has been weird to get used to.

[Private to Aizawa, Bakugou, Monoma, and Izuku]

Aizawa mentioned a couple of people from his world showed up so I figured I'd introduce myself. I'm Dante, current guardian of Attleton, and I don't know what Aizawa has said about me or what I can do but, I'm no hero. I'm no villain either, but the idea of being a hero doesn't really sit well with me.

[Action at Devil May Cry]

[Dante can be found at his shop behind a mountain of paperwork as he works on proposals and all for the Colosseum project. However, upon hearing someone approaching he will glance up from his paperwork.]

You'd better have brought an offering of whiskey when entering my lair.

 [Video]

*Here's a very unhappy looking Sonico, hair hastily and messily pulled up into a ponytail. There's a flush of annoyance on her cheeks too*

Whoever is going round Attleton mucking up people's homes like this - you need to stop. We are nice people just minding our own business and we don't deserve your...rudeness. Please learn some manners and find yourself a more productive hobby.

*Isn't she so threatening? As she pouts in her frustration, Sonico turns to face her home. Wait a minute - is that a giant penis on her doorway?*

[Action - Attleton]

*Sonico didn't waste any time in getting down to business. She is outside with a bucket full of hot soapy water and a scrubbing brush, various bottles of cleaner nearby for her to try. She is in her usual shorts and tshirt, scrubbing viciously as she tries to get rid of the ugly marks on the door*

A couple days ago, there was an incident at a Genessia city arcade. "Hero-in-training" Katsuki Bakugou attacked a civilian seemingly over a video game. What ensued was a chaotic scene where multiple explosions were detected, resulting in large scale property damage and injuries to civilians.

Just remember. This is a 'hero.'

[Attached to the text is a picture of Bakugou, explosion coming from his hand as a crowd of people try to scatter away from him.]

[Private Action - Residents of Estate One]

[Macarons.

Macarons everywhere.

Mobius had quite a few productive hours in the kitchen, given how many there were on a few vertically stacked trays. With Sonico's return home, he had to make sure he had a good gift for her ready! So he'd gone out of his way to make quite a few, many of which were a variety of vibrant colors and flavors. He hadn't planned to make quite so many, but... well. He had a groove going. Once he gets a groove, he's actually productive! ... "for once" as Caelestis would say.

Noibat and Woobat were perched up on the higher cupboards to stay out of Mobius' way, but not all were so polite in that regard, because Quatre was on his heels the whole time... ... and because of that, there were a few smaller, pet friendly flavors set aside in a bowl on the far counter. Quatre was a spoiled boy, Mobius wasn't about to deny that one.

After finishing piping the filling onto at least a dozen more macarons awaiting their other half, he used his sleeve to wipe away some sweat off his brow... and then looking around to see and actually realize just how many of the little treats he'd actually made. And there were way more there than what two people would get through.]

... oh 'eck.


[Video]

[Mobius was still in the kitchen when he turned the video on, and network onlookers could see the dozens of macarons that were actually visible on screen. Don't worry, there were more that weren't visible.]

So. The thought crossed my mind a few times about maybe opening a small café. Dunno if it's a good idea, or if it's been done to death.

[He sheepishly glances over his shoulder, where there was now a Noibat admiring the stacks of macarons.]

... It'd. Uh. Certainly save me from over baking, at least.

[He looks back at the camera, his ear feathers twitching.]

Turns out it's fun to experiment. Ah ha...

[Cleaning all of the bowls and pans is going to take an eternity. Help.]

Dunno what I could bring to a café that's unique. I've got recipes that are safe for pets and Pokémon though. That's something I think?

[There's a loud bark from his little corgi companion, making him look down with a pout.]

No. Not all of the pet treats are for you. You have to save some for Starky, Meiji and Fest too.

[When the video starts only a white bushy tail is visible but it moves away after a scream of Pachirisu! is heard.

It's not all that clear what is Kay trying to do but he's in a kitchen surrounded with appliances, so it would be a good guess to say he's cooking. Or trying too. He's surrounded by a notable group of pets and pokemon that he's trying to keep away from a large bowl filled with...something. Could be mashed potatoes could be cement. He also seems to be giving the pokemon some cooking wisdom of his own brand.]

No, no, your food isn't ready yet. [Kay grabs the bowl Meiji was licking and waves a hand around, shooing away Sonico's cheetah as if it were an average housecat.

As he does so, three other pokemon get onto the kitchen counter. A floating Duosion puts a colander on his head as if it were some sort of helmet before laughing with delight. Kay pays them no mind, as he's busy stirring something in a frying pan and talking to his cat Fest, who is sat on top of Cassian's Corgi because of course she is.]

Splattering oil can be frightening so approach it at your pace as if you are confronting a dangerous animal or a particularly disgruntled retail employee. [The droid adds some more chopped onions to the dish and then an egg. A whole egg, eggshell and everything.]

The recipe says to add some saffron threads but I don't have any, so screw that. [Behind Kay, the sylveon curls into one of the woks and process to fall sleep there. ] They say drinking two glasses of wine a day helps to clean your brain, so I'm going to add it to the mix as the last touch.

[Kay does just that, dumping a glass of red wine onto the hot mess that is his dish. The pan immediately catches on fire.] Hm...perhaps I should have added white wine.

 [Video]

*Sonico appears on the screen with a small but sweet smile*

Hello, everyone. There have been a lot of new singers and musicians arrive - I'm a singer and musician too. My name is Sonico; it's nice to meet you.

*She smiles brighter and bows politely in greeting. Although, given how popular she is, particularly with her modelling, there's a good chance they have seen her or heard of her*

I was...wondering if anyone would be interested in getting a group together...? I play pop rock mostly, but I like to try all kinds of music. If anyone would like to try playing together or something, please let me know. Or come see me play at the Hangar Queen tonight, and we can come up with a plan!

[ There are days when you have to grin and bear unpalatable things. Such as when you have to swallow your pride and praise a boardwalk in a town that doesn't even have a beach. Cassian's face is very, very painstakingly professional as he records a video message, which is to be played on the network and local TV. ]

As we all know, the Neighborhood Watch is essential to Attleton's security. It is an organization by Attletonies willing to volunteer their free time and energy for the sake of their community without any compensation. This won't change. However, Mayor Palmer and I have decided that the Neighborhood Watch should be headed by a paid employee who can dedicate themselves full-time to the Watch.

To finance the new position, Mayor Palmer has kindly permitted me to host a fundraiser at the new boardwalk he is having built for our town. With the help of the Neighborhood Watch and our local community, we are planning a fair with a number of charity booths; games as well as food stalls and rides provided by local businesspeople.

Weather and unforeseen circumstances permitting, the fair is scheduled for Saturday, the 26th. All proceeds will, of course, go to the Attleton Neighborhood Watch. If anyone, whether from Attleton or out of town, would like to volunteer for the fundraiser they are welcome to respond to this message or drop by the Guardian's office.

[ And now he needs to bang his head against his desk or something. ]


[OOC: There will be a log for the fair going up on the 26th for all visitors and volunteers.]

 [Video]

*There's a deeply concerned young woman on your screen, a small frown of worry on her forehead, hands clasped tightly in front of her*

Everyone, I have read the newspaper and I have heard the frightened stories from those who I work alongside - models are being murdered. I will go to work today, because I can't let this killer think that he or she has won. But - there is very little I can do to stop these awful things from happening again, or to catch the culprit: I wish that I were of more use... In the meantime, please, if you are strong and you are willing and able, please stop them before it is too late...

*And with a serious face and wide, scared and beseeching eyes, Sonico leaves it like that*

[Action]

In Nova City, Sonico heads to the mall on her bicycle, but she seems much more tense than usual, eyes tight on the handle bars, glancing behind her every so often. At one stage, Sonico even seems a bit wobbly on that bike.

Nearer the mall, Sonico locks her bike safely and makes her way to work. Still, her movements are slow, eyes wide and body tense as she continues to check that she is not being followed.

VIDEO

[There’s a makeshift background behind her that has pictures of a night sky with stars and a crescent moon with music notes in different colors all around. She looks practically giddy and bouncing on her heels.]

HI GENESSIA!! Mimi here!!

[Just look at that bright smile as she brings her finger up to make a point and gestures with it.]

I haven’t been selling my beautiful voice lately, so your resident cute girl hasn’t been posting much, buuuuuuuuuut! I have a surprise I’ve been working on for all-of-you!

[She cutely emphasizes the previous last three words, then looks into the camera a little closer.]

Are you ready to hear what it is?

[And a little closer than that.]

I hope you are!

[Then she bends down and lifts a poster she decorated with lots of glitter that reads “Prom Night- May 19th!”]

Dan-dada-dah! That’s right! You are all cordially invited to the Genessia Prom! It was a tradition that teenagers did in America when I lived there, and I’m bringing it to all of you! [She puts the poster down and looks at the camera again.] AND the best part is that even though it’s directed at my fellow teenagers, everyone is invited!

I have some special people in mind for music, but I’ll definitely need help with decorations and food and stuff like that, so message me if you want to help!

For the rest of you Genessians, it’s time to start shopping for your dresses and suits, and corsages, and get those dance lessons in! Don’t forget to ask your special someone before someone else does it first!

[Her eyes are wide with excitement at that part. She loves the dramatic aspect, don’t mind her.]

I hope everyone is as excited as I am! Save the date! May 19th! I’m sending digital invitations riiiiight now. [Everyone should now have an invitation appearing on their devices.]

I’ll see you everyone around! Bye! [With an enthusiastic wave, she shuts off the feed.]


Private Video to the 12th Doctor

So, Professor... I was wondering if you would do the music for this. It's next month, so if you're busy, I understand! I just... wanted to ask you before anyone else. [Look at the cute smile she's giving him.] I'd like to sing a song or two, but other than that, I think you would rock this prom!


Action: Locked to Roommates

[After the video feed ends, she's humming and dancing to herself around the apartment, and lands herself in the kitchen, still dancing and singing as she makes herself a sandwich made of marshmallows, nutella, and strawberries on toasted wheat bread. That's healthy, right? Feel free to ask her why she's in such a good mood, or if they've seen the video feed, talk about the upcoming event! But beware, she might make you dance with her in the kitchen. Or at least try.]

[The feed turns on, and there's a bronze trophy sitting on a nightstand. Along with it is a plage reading: "3rd place: Most Likely to Remain Forever Single."]

"Most likely to remain forever single..." [Karla reads the award aloud.] It's not like I could even...even if I wanted to...

[She's got too much on her plate between her jobs as a Schnee Company security guard, and a Deputy Guardian. At least that's what she kept telling herself. And yet she can't help the feeling that a part of her would like to find that special someone one day...]

Of course there's no shame in remaining single...but it's nothing to brag about either.

[And also she can't stop thinking about the fortune that was told at the Valentine's Carnival, despite that she'd said it'd be better not to think about it...]

[The camera then turns to a desk, where several "YOU TRIED" certificates are laid out.]

I don't even know what to think of these. It's not like I really tried anything...

[Public Video; Filtered away from Sonico]

[There's a Mobius who appears on screen with a confident smile on his face and his hands resting on his hips triumphantly. There is also what looks like a heart-shaped mark in the middle of his forehead like there was a heart suction cup attached there for a good few minutes... you can thank Woobat for that, who happens to be sitting in the back of his apartment with Noibat. He knows that mark is there, don't worry. It's hard to miss when there was a Woobat attached to your head.]

Quick! I need recommendations for ideal restaurants for a date night. And I don't mean some dinky place like a diner, bistro or whatever, I need something good to make reservations at. One of those fancy places that have table clothes to say they're high class or something. I need something for the 14th, and it's imperative that I get recommendations in advance.

[He pauses a moment.]

Ah- and also! What's a good place to get some nice outfits tailored at? I'm afraid my usual place isn't around anymore, so I need some new alternatives.


[Private Video; Cassian Andor and K-2SO]

You two!

[He's pointing at the screen, looking quite serious. ... as serious as he can be with that heart mark still being on his forehead.]

I need intel, stat! What kind of sweets and snacks do you see Sonico with? I'd ask her myself, but I can't let my plans become too obvious! I need you two to fill me in so I don't screw this up!

[This is serious business.]

.... please?


[Private Video; Sonico Super]

[He's waving at the screen with a big smile on his face, and a Woobat on his shoulder. Because Woobat decided this was the best time to move over to him.]

Well hey there, beautiful. [Smooth.] Say, hypothetically, if you had an objectively lovely and charming boyfriend who wanted to take you out on a date - hypothetically on the 14th - what would your ideal date be? Aquarium? Subarchway? Theater? Bungie jumping? Okay maybe not that last one. Unless you wanted to. Lady's choice- what would your ideal date night be?

You know. Hypothetically.

[He says that but he's purposely being cheeky and making it pretty obvious that he wants to take her out on the 14th. He has no idea if she knows the importance of that particular day, but damn it, it's important to him and he's gonna do something for it! Come Hell or high water, he's gonna do it! He nearly screwed up Valentine's  by barely coming back in the nick of time, but he's gonna knock White Day out of the park!]

[ It's Weiss! And it's not a post about Pokemon. She's not in an office or her room or anything like that. In fact, she's dressed up and is zipping up her boots as the video starts. Seems like she's a little distracted, or possibly getting ready. ]

I know I've spoken to a few of you about it, but I think it's about time I make it official: The Genessia Scientific Research Center will be restructuring to include exploratory groups, archeology, historians, cultivators, and protective detail for the groups that go out doing this.

As it is still a non-profit organization, we can't offer much in the way of pay but if your goal is to find out more about this world, how to go home, or how to stay we would like your support in launching new projects and expeditions. Have an idea? Let me know and we'll see what the GSRF can do to further it as long as it works toward our mission.

We will be holding a fundraiser in the near future to help further support these efforts, though for now I'll be pouring significant portions of my own savings into funding expeditions. So...

[ She shifts her weight to one side, quirking her eyebrow at the camera. ]

Let me know if you're interested in joining or donating to the GSRF and we'll discuss your potential employment or volunteer work. Or if you're looking to test your combat skills to make sure they're at least up to par to help protect a team, I'll be at Attleton's Colosseum for the next few hours to warm up.

( Private Action )

[Action - Morning; Attleton]

[Mobius was in a rush for sure, dashing as quickly as his legs would allow while his mind raced the entire time. How could this happen? Why did this happen?! He left not only his post behind but he left his very girlfriend waiting this entire time! Did she hate him for it? He wouldn't blame her if she did, even if that very thought was a shot to his heart. ... hell, was she even still here?

Perish the thought, Mobius. He was a man on a mission right now- time and weather be damned. Because of course it was raining in Attleton today of all days. He had to swing by an early bird florist to get a bouquet of flowers - of course in his colors of white and blue - and made a b-line towards a certain home in the city. Would he run into anyone along the way? Hell if he knew. All he knew was that he fully intended to wait as long as he needed to out in the rain for a certain girl.

He was, of course, well aware of the attire he was currently in thanks to his impromptu trip back home. He didn't want to take part in that damn festival, and now he's really upset about it if said festival was so damn important that he had to be sent home for it.

... but his corgi companion trailing behind him was dressed up in a gryphon costume to match him. That was adorable at least, right?]


[Video - Early Evening]

[Much later in the day, he would appear on the video feed, looking pretty tired. But at least he was in a more familiar change of clothes and not that festival armor he woke up in.]

So. Today I learned that going to the Dream Docks might just straight up send you home for a month and make you do the Bay song and dance all over again. Thanks for that, Genessia. I really appreciate it.

[The sarcasm was practically dripping off those last few words. The feathers on the sides of his head twitched before he sighed.]

... so yeah, hi again. Did I miss anything? All the cities still in one piece?

[Because Everglade politics were sure starting to look a bit dicey after that last election.]

 Where is Sonico? The blizzard has hit and she doesn't seem to be anywhere - not at home, not at the library, not at her favourite cafe. Of course, for this workaholic, she felt the need to go to work in Nova despite the warnings. That was when the worst winds hit. In the small dressing room at the bottom of the building where she was trying to keep safe, the rattling window burst wide open. Between the wind and the snow that Sonico can't control, she tries to hide and escape, only to be hit by a falling shelf. Goodnight, Sonico.

Some time later, a small and unhappy voice appears.

[Audio]

I... I'm here. In Nova...the mall. But I -

*There's some silence and some coughing mixed in with gusts of wind*

I need some help...

Who: Sonico, Cassian, Demyx, Dorothy, Mobius, Garrus, Emerald, David and Kay.
What: Family lunch
Where: Sonico/Cassian/Kay's house
When: December 25th

( HO HO HO )

[Kay looks in much better condition than he did the last time he was on the comm. He's leaving Attleton’s Hospital and when he speaks his voice is tinted with light annoyance.]

Someone better fed my pets while I was dead or I’d be mad.

[Kay, as always, has the best priorities.]

I requested a subarchway while I was waiting for clearance to leave the hospital. It should be ready this weekend. It's called Planet Zeltros. [He attaches a small guide to the planet that he wrote himself. It's, long story short, the akin to space! Las Vegas, a place where you go to party and get laid. Specially the later. After what happened, Kay thinks everyone needs a lot of relaxing. ] There's minimal Imperial presence. Chances are that if you see an stormtrooper they're doing a keg stand. What happens in Zeltros stays in Zeltros. Have fun, I believe you all need it.

And Jaune, we need to talk about your driving lessons.

[ooc. here is the information about Zeltros but the guide Kay sends to people only covers the first paragraph and information about its native species, it doesn't include the planet's History.]

WHO: OPEN TO ALL!
WHAT: Holiday party! Date auction! Shenanigans.
WHEN: December 15th, 2017 - Evening
WHERE: Fairy Tale HQ - Fayren
NOTES: The auction and the kissing contest are time sensitive! Bids close and the last kiss will be accepted on Friday, December 22nd, at midnight PST!

Fayren didn't have electricity, but it had something even better.

MAGIC!

There were twinkling colored lights that burned, flickered, and floated in an ethereal way, enchanting the building in a way that fluorescent lights never could. Branches of evergreen were hung here and there to give the air a fresh pine scent. There were also pinecones doused with cinnamon and nutmeg near the doorways.

Except near the kitchens, because the food smells were more than enough to entice the senses. There were mini-sausages swimming in a thick and spicy sauce, sweet and tangy meatballs on toothpicks, vegetables and dip, bite-sized cream puffs, iced sugar cookies, cheese and crackers, mulled cider, and eggnog in alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.

The main room, expansive as it was, had plenty of room for music, dancing, and mingling. There were some tables and several chairs set up, and a small stage where musicians were welcome to perform to their heart's content. To the side was an even smaller stage where a sprig of mistletoe was suspended on a loop of scarlet ribbon, with a sign that reads: "Test Your Passion! Win This Arcade Game!" And next to that was a full-sized arcade game version of Alley Brawlers. Might be worth checking out!

But there were more games than that, and more than a few maps set up on easels of the headquarters and where to go to play certain games. A single lane bowling alley (with manual set-up of the pins), a "fishing" booth where people toss a clothespin on a fishing line over a curtain to have a little prize attached by someone hidden on the other side, a ring toss for cans of soda, a cake walk (with full-sized cakes for the winners and cupcakes for the losers), ornament decorating, pin-the-tail-on-the-unicorn, face painting, a pool of rubber ducks with numbers corresponding to prizes on the bottom, goldfish scooping... Almost anything one would find at a carnival was sure to be found here.

As for the auction? Step right up, right past the gauzy white curtains into a big room lit with twinkling golden lights. Anyone was welcome to come in, but if someone wanted to participate as a bidder, they'd have to make a donation at the door. In return, each donor would receive a packet of 100 red tickets with the same number assigned to the bidder name: one roll of tickets with 101 for the first donor, a roll of tickets with 102 for the second donor, and so on.

Cookies and punch were available in this room, with several tables and chairs set up before a large stage with a microphone. Along the wall was a line of clear plastic boxes, with slots on top, set in front of each auction date's face. A card that indicated the name of each person, their age, and a brief description of what they were all about was pasted onto the front of the boxes. People were welcome to look at the line-up if they wanted, or even use some of their tickets prematurely if they wanted, as they were clearly for a drawing. Until the auction starts, soft piano music plays from a stereo running on batteries.