Who: Mordecai Heller and Alley
What: Mordo's in a bit of a pinch. Alley unpinches it.
Where: Attleton, some fuckoff abandoned alleyway.
When: Early morning hours, 1 AMish.
Warnings: Talk of VIOLENCE and crime
( Like some other men do )

[Dray is smiling at the camera, his fangs visible, with his award for Most Likely To Get Together by his side.]

Hello everyone! I wanted to thank you all for the votes for Most Likely To Get Together. It's second place but it's still a pretty sweet award and I never won anything before in my life.

I also wanted to say that there's nothing between Mordecai and I. I mean, if he comes to me and says that he wants to do something I would be tempting because he's hot and he gets all intense when he's angry... I'm getting sidetracked...[Dray clears his throat.] But as I was saying, Mordecai is a mother figure. He has a family to take care off and I'm pretty sure he's already with Victor.

That's all, thanks!  Congrats to all the other winners.

[Dray is about to end the fed but not before he murmurs to himself 'Shouldn't I have gotten extra points for sleeping with the guy who got the first place for Most Likely To Get Together?...']

I'm looking for a decent home in Attleton.

[OH IT'S KITTY AGAIN.

A kitty who actually has all his nice clothes on, neat as a pin, and is an actual adult today. And no one better mention any of that shit that happened prior to this moment, because while Mordecai is never in the mood for a good joke, he's even less enthused about what happened this Easter. Merrymakers take their lives in their hands here.]

After much thought and consideration, I've accepted a position as the professor of accounting at Attleton University. I start immediately.

And I expect not to hear any complaints about it.

That being said, I shall be requiring a home closer to my place of work, I have no intention of taking public transit there.

I don't want to die at the age of thirty from whatever incurable diseases the teaming populace is gestating in their lungs right now.

Thank you.

[Anyone Familiar with Mordecai will find this video feed familiar, except... well. His mannerisms, proper as they apparently usually are are uh, absent. Instead his face is twisted into a rather manic, but confused grin.

At least "Mordecai" doesn't seem to be a child any longer?]

So lemme get somethin' straight here, mates. Chocolate eggs.... CAUSE THIS? [the upturn in volume is only amplified by confusion, and it's followed by a rather confused laugh.]

You've gotta be kiddin me. Never in my life did I expect to be a kitty cat. Or one that, ahaha, wore a suit. [He's already shed the tie, a vest, and he's doing his best to make himself comfortable. He holds up one hand, fingers splayed, claws showing.]

And these things? ain't all they're cracked up to be, hah.

[Sorry Mordecai, whenever you see this.]

[He did not turn on the phone on purpose, that was for damn sure. It seems, from the way it hit the wall, that it was accidentally kicked, the sound of terrified breathing in the background.

It didn't sound like an adult, that was for sure, little feet clomping around the phone for a solid moment. Running maybe?

Then, up it went, the screen pointed directly down at a pair of little, very worn looking leather shoes, glimpses of shortpants seen every now and again along with a white tipped, frantically flicking tail.]

... Mom?

[The dead silence didn't seem to help.]

MOM? Rose? Esther? Anyone?!

... MOM!

[Well that's definitely not a twenty eight year old adult, he doesn't even sound like he's reached puberty yet. The phone is flipped around, finally, the wide eyed face of a panicking kitten there instead.

NO CLUE what he's looking at, shaking the phone in both little hands in frustration]

[[OOC: WILL BE REPLYING to this with the journal minimordi!]]

U-Um, excusez-moi...?

[A shy looking wisp of a boy peers into the screen looking quite baffled right now. He's dressed quite handsomely in a billowy white shirt that is a little too big for him, a charming waistcoat and a pair of dark linen breeches. He looks quite confused, almost fearful as he somewhat shies away from view. His hair is a little messy in the form of brown bouncy curls but overall, he looks neat. Almost like some sort of little lord-ling.]

Has anyone seen Count de la Fère? [He pauses briefly.] My father, I mean.

He'll be terribly cross with me if I'm late for my lessons. I...I don't remember waking here. Is this some kind of a prank?

[The dear boy pouts.]

I bet this was Thomas' doing.

( I'll be using journal monchou to answer all tags for this event!)

Who: Rendain and... whoever decides to bother him, really!
Where: The Bay & Genessia City.
When: Early afternoon.
What: A recently-defeated alien commander comes into the city and is very, very confused.
Rating: E for Everyone right now, but I’ll warn as necessary!

( Action: The Bay into the City )

( Voice: Genessia City )

[Video]

[As the video starts, you can see it was placed on the chair. There, you saw a floating red device with a pointed top and two arms waving around. When it turns around you could see its blue eyes and a mouth on its monitor.]

Ash, where are you?! Come on, I know you won't leave me!

[When he turns to the camera, he flies over it as his monitor now shows a confused emoticon.]

Excuse me! I'm still working this device despite I'm currently in a Pokedex, but has anyone seen my user, Ash? Also, where am I?! This isn't Alola or Kanto! And can anyone tell me why I woke up here in that strange white pod with a phone and some keys in a box?!

[Action] The Bay

[After Rotom's short freakout, he somehow became amazed at the city. In fact, just seeing the Pokemon from other residents causes him to fly over them with a big grin.]

So, there are Pokemon in this city as well!

[He then turns around and uses his camera on his back to take a photo of the Pokemon.]

This is amazing! Updating data!

WHO: Professor Sycamore and YOU!
WHERE: Genessia City and Nova City
WHEN: February 25 - March 3
WHAT: Pokemon 2018 event! Namely classes and Pokemon shenanigans
WARNINGS: Nothing so far. But will change if something happens.

[Video]

[As the video stands, you can see not only Professor Sycamore and his Garchomp, but also a small blue frog-like Pokemon sitting on the top of the Mach Pokemon.]

I guess that it’s that time of year again.

To all of the new residents of Genessia, I can guess you already received a strange creature from the building already. That there is a Pokemon, a creature that possesses powers of the elements such as fire, water, electricity, and many more. Back in my world, I’m one of the Pokemon Professors who researched these creatures and aid new trainers in their Pokemon journey.

So in order to help you all get along with your new Pokemon, I will set up some Pokemon classes on caring them at the Pokemon Center along with battling alongside your Pokemon in the Holodeck'd.

If you're interested, then contact me here and I'll see if we can able to clear up some schedule for a group or a 1-on-1 class.

Also, this is a bit off-topic, but if anyone has any new Pokemon, just contact me and I'll see if I can try to identify their typing. In fact, it may be a different typing from a Pokemon that I'm already familiar with.

[He did, in fact, had a black Ratatta that seemed to have other abilities than a normal one.]

( Pokemon Classes in Session! )

[The camera is on, recording an... interesting... scene.

For once from this feed, it's a quiet one. Mordecai has turned it on, and gently set it down, to face...

A Meowth.

Of whom is just sitting there on the table, pleased as punch to be there.

Mordecai has taken a seat across from it, still within shot of the camera.... and just stares.

Just steeples his hands in front of his face.

And stares. Meowth doesn't really seem to notice, nor care, about its new owner, just comfortably curling up into a ball on the table and appearing to doze off as the almost expressionless cat just.... fucking stares.

At length, words]

... What do I do?

[Hear that. Hear the faint, growing horror? He had no idea what he was signing up for when he took that ticket down there.

Babies. Apparently.

He signed up for babies]

( Rough Starts )


Video -- The Next Morning

(The video feed cuts on to show a relatively lanky man, long of face and in need of a haircut and a shave, sitting at a table in what much be one of the Commonspace apartments, with his hands in front of him, steepled, atop the table. He looked tired, grumpy, and all around annoyed.)

Good morning. (He doesn't sound like it's very good.) My name is Harry Dresden, and I showed up last night. Apparently there's nerve gas or something in the hologram that deploys when it shorts out. That's not cool.

(He yawns.)

It also calls the cops. That's a nice welcome to the neighborhood. "Hey, we just kidnapped you, and this is crazy, but here's the police! Do some jail time maybe?"

(He rubs his face with one hand.)

Is there anywhere in this place to get a Coca Cola? (He says it very clearly and slowly, as though making sure everyone hears the proper way it's pronounced.) Anybody know what that is?

[The cat on the screen is a bit... Scruffier looking than usual. He isn't a complete mess, but there is a faint hint of a rusty red stain on the white of his muzzle, one eye suspiciously red rimmed, his fur disheveled.]

In regards to the altercation broadcasted earlier, thanks to someone's overwhelming incompetence.

Everything is fine.

There is nothing wrong and this is a completely normal interaction between myself and my... Associate.

I'll ask any and all of those who witnessed and addressed the video to kindly put it out of your mind.

[And dimly, from the back, rumbles a soft, and indifferent voice]

I von.

[The last the camera catches is Mordecai rounding on that voice, his tail a bottle brush]

THAT IS A BLATANT LIE!

➴ [ACTION] Shady Sellers

---

It is NOT for sale. [Hanzo's words cut through the crowded marketplace strip sharply, causing several of those people who are nearby to stop mid conversation and turn to where the archer is standing, currently fixing a hard eyed glare at another customer. The customer in question seems to be pointedly ignoring Hanzo's glare, having shrunk away after his initial harsh words -- but they're still eyeing the bow on his back. It's like NOTHING they've ever seen before, so of course they had to ask.

Hanzo, however sees it differently. He glances around at those who have decided to stand around and gawk, before turning on his heel with the intention to stalk away. Instead, he about faces into someone's chest, or back -- whichever it happens to be. Hanzo mutters something under his breath—a curse, a grumble— and mentally decides that he should have just stayed home today.

Eventually he steps back and addresses the other person] Move.

[An apology would have been nicer, Hanzo.]

➴ [VIDEO] Drinks?

---

[He hadn't intended on video, but Hanzo isn't really concerned when it pops up as such. He's been here a few days, has gone through the usual disorienting arrival, and now he just wants suggestions on where he can go to get a drink.]

Of all the locations in this place, where could I find a good bottle of sake?

[At least this method of asking was convenient, he only has to ask once, and has the chance to get multiple opinions.]

[The video comes on suddenly as a scene is developing. Two cats stare at each other. These aren't your average cats. One is small, black fur, wearing a suit as he always does. Many will recognize Mordecai as the cat who hates Valentine's Day and the other is a strange. A tall orange and white furred cat with an eye patch and wearing 1920s era clothes. The two stare each other down for a long moment before Mordecai marches toward the larger cat.]

Alta Kaka! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

[Mordecai yells at the larger cat, complete with a jabbing poke to the chest. The taller cat doesn't react for a moment. He stares, his poison green eye staring down at Mordecai for a moment.

Then a massive fist strikes out and hits Mordecai right between the eyes. What a wonderful introduction to the city, Viktor.]

[The feed kicks on to a little wolf girl in a spacious room decorated with hanging plants and flower-shaped lamps. Yep, she turned Fairy Haven's infirmary into a jungle.

She has with her a book, old looking, probably. Just as likely she dropped it. But more importantly, it's a book.

Of course, she gives it a puzzled look and puts it down. It's not important.]

Hello everyone, I am Tatlyn and I noticed some people are being sour dour Debbie downers or getting overly excited over this Fallen Pine's Day thing coming up, so I wanted to talk about it.

The grumps have a point and so do the lovey-dovies. I wanted to start with that. But nobody should be giving a lecture about who, what, where, when and why this day should be celebrated. We all come different worlds and cultures and we are entitled to celebrate them. And as long as we all share the same land under the same sky, that should be respected.

Fallen Pine's Day doesn't have to be all about love and romance and procreation, though. It's a feast as well. And there are many things to celebrate. Friends, family, food...

Anyways. So, Genessians all, talk to me. Tell me about what plans you have on the fourteenth. Or the sixth day of the seventh month, if you follow some other calendar. What about life or death will you celebrate and, if applicable, with whom?

Me, personally? I'm probably gonna go for a run around the woods and play my tin whistle for the guild.

[Look, it's the happiest person alive.

No, it's just Mordecai, looking just as dour as ever]

Since it's come up at least four times this week on the network, I feel another PSA is in order.

Yes, it's February.

Yes, that means it is Valentines Day soon.

It is a day commemorating the death of Saint Valentine, who was tortured, publicly beaten to death, and then beheaded, his amputated extremity paraded about town, as per was the usual for the time period.

It was, until the 1400's at least, but now it's about reminding everyone that they are required, under penalty of great personal humiliation, to find a mate, reproduce, bear children, and pass on their genetics in the interest of continuing the species.

Subsequently, you are required to purchase your fleeting target of increased hormonal activity processed, sweetened and hardened bean paste and bits of shiny glass cut to look like expensive bits of polished rocks.

Bear in mind that most of you are mortal, and those who are not are in the minority. Even if you find someone you can tolerate significantly more than most people for an extended period of time, you will all still most certainly either die, or out-live your child bearing partner.

So try not to get over-excited.

Chances are with how things have been, you will have many, many, many lonely, empty Valentines days left to procure yourself an adequate specimen for continued reproduction or, barring that, someone who triggers the appropriate chemical reaction within your synapses.

[ VIDEO ] [ Backdated to Saturday night ]

The video is shot from an odd angle - looks like the phone might be sticking out from a front breast pocket on a jacket. It's half-obscured, until there's the shifting sound of leather, and the entire picture is revealed.

There's a terrified looking shop clerk behind the desk, cowering a little.

( Read more... )

[Something about the face that has just appeared on this frequency in particular isn't right.

Something isn't connecting the dots here.

This is definitely Mordecai's frequency, but that is certainly not Mordecai.

... Is it?]

I forgot to mention in my instructional video yesterday: this place has an obscene tendency to violate the laws of reality whenever it pleases, for no reason.

Don't complain about it, because it won't change, and as usual, no one cares.

That should be it.

[And then click! Feed terminated.

At any point in time during the day though, this finely dressed young man can be found in Attleton or Genessia City, apparently doing pretty average errands. Buying food, getting things for the house, inspecting stores for clothes that approach his aesthetic because he will be dipped in fuck before he wears a tee shirt and jeans]

[[Literally nothing else has changed about good old Mordecai except his appearance. As far as he is concerned he has always been human and he's been here for months as a human. Have fun!]]

[You'd honestly have thought this guy would have vanished by now.

Apparently not, because here he is, in all his judgey glory, looking just as stupidly well groomed and on point as usual. Which means way too neat for someone with that much fur.

Rather speaks of someone with too much time or maybe a few unmentioned screws loose.]

I see we have newcomers.

I also see that several of you appear to have severe issues with information retention, listening skills and basic navigation.

Also, the correct usage of the invention called 'the phone'. You don't need to yell in it. It doesn't work better when you yell in it.

[Don't mind that little stumble into the realm of Zero Chill.]

Normally, I wouldn't feel it necessary to explain any of this to any of you, after all, the pamphlet stand is right outside the bay cave.

TO YOUR LEFT.

FIVE FEET.

[Chill, Mord.]

But since this appears to be a semi-continuous method of introduction, apparently I'm going to have to make this small informational segment a regular activity.

Because it isn't as if we have a recording telling anyone where to go. That clearly doesn't exist in any form.

[The cat straightens his tie, and sharply adjusts his pince nez.]

As stated, there is a pamphlet stand to your left, outside the cave, five feet, three and three eighths inches away. In those pamphlets you will find the appropriate material for all the questions you could possibly have.

In order of importance, I will clear a few things up for those of you who slept through their basic reading classes:

You have free housing in the commons in Genessia city for a month, and enough red bills to buy food and amenities for that time.

Red bills are our currency. They are paper. Do not eat them, set them on fire, or complain that you like coins or shells or buttons or bottle caps better. I can assure you: No one cares.

Your amulet's color designates the town this... place thinks you'd fit best in. Feel free to ignore it. Don't lose it though, or else you've effectively trapped yourself in whatever city you are in, as the gates between cities will only work if you possess an amulet. I don't care if they look trashy. I don't care if you don't like it. No you cannot trade them in, no you cannot turn it into something else.

Yes you are stuck here. No you can't leave. Yes, you are free to try. It won't work, but you can try. Please refrain from complaining that you can't leave. We all know.

Yes there is crime. Of course there is crime. Yes you can be a police officer. No you cannot run about the cities hither and thither, conducting shenanigans and claiming you're a vigilante super hero. That is illegal and it makes you a criminal, as punching a man in the face for no adequately explained reason other than 'he looked shifty' is also illegal.

In order to get your apparently highly necessary dose of unwarranted, hyper masculine violence in, please consider signing up to be a bounty hunter. It does restrict your caveman-esque need to hit things with your fists and sharp sticks to a list of names in the paper, but I'm sure it will sate you.

Don't ask me to explain anything else. I'm not taking any more questions.

(Voice/Video)

[The man on the screen looks calm but wet. It has taken him little time to figure out the phones and get all the information from the hologram and pamphlets. He's been to a lot of worlds though this is the first one with a welcome center.]

I'm looking for a man named Rumpelstiltskin. He also goes by Gold.

Thanks.

[With his message spoken he hangs up.]


(Action)

[Neal's first public stop is to a bar to grab a beer and hear whatever the hell is going on with this city. The information is helpful but it doesn't have a current events section. Once at the bar he pulls out a newspaper that he had picked up, orders a beer and begins to read.

Bounties, job openings... it's a weird mix of Storybrook and the Enchanted forest. He's not sure what to make of it but for the moment he's stuck here. Being stuck here doesn't concern him as much as other things, but that's what the beer is for.]