Who: Open!
What: Nova City Carnival!
Where: Nova City
When: Monday, March 7th - Sunday, March 13th
Warnings: N/A






( Carnival! )

Who: Yukiko, Levy, Balthier, David, Porrim and Liv
What: Going to the Tokyo Sub Archway for a day of fun~
When: February 28th
Where: Tokyo Sub Archway
Warnings: So far, nothing.

[Yukiko had made sure that someone was taking good care of her inn before she finally headed off toward the Tokyo Subarchway. She had hoped to be the first one there at least and she knew they had to be there early so they could have breakfast before having fun.

With her bag at her side it was over an hour before she found herself standing right by it. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive.]

[OOC: The first thread (The one Levy-mun started) will be the meeting and breakfast thread. After that anyone can add a tag for something new since not everyone will want to do the same thing.]

[The video turns on to show a young, red-haired girl who looks more curious than anything. Judging by the scenery in the background, she's wandering around Genessia. There's no point sitting around and moping! She scratches the back of her head with a sheepish smile as she addresses the feed.]

So I guess I'm stuck here, huh? [At least she's got that figured out.]

I'm Yuna Yuki, member of the Sanshu Middle School hero Club!

[She pauses for a moment, but still looks more or less calm. She's definitely wants to get home and is worried about her friends, but...there's other people trapped here too.] I guess since I'm here and there's no way back home right now, I should probably find something to do.

Does anyone need help with anything? Rehoming kittens, cleaning up a park? As a member of the Hero Club, it's my duty to help people in need!

[A voice comes on over the feed. It's been a while since Artanis addressed the community as a whole, but certainly not the first time his voice has been broadcast using this device. As before, it has a very noticeable echo to it, much like the popular depiction of telepathy. Psychics may even notice that it is telepathically based.]

I greet you once again, fellow inhabitants. Once again, I find myself seeking out advice from those who have more experience with matters in this place.

Ever since I arrived, I have been searching for a job that fits my capabilities, yet...nothing has come up. I'm afraid I am ill-suited to many of the tasks that are posted for employment.

[He's also going out of his way to avoid customer service jobs. There's no way a seven-foot tall, grey-skinned, telepathic alien without a nose or even mouth would work at making a good first impression.]

So, I must ask, are there any other sources I can seek out for employment? Ideally, a position that makes use of the skills I've gleaned would be best, if one is available. My experiences lie in the fields of politics, strategy and tactics, hand-to-hand combat, and technology -- even the level of technology in Nova City is old-fashioned compared to the society I hail from. I understand that these traits may not be necessarily in demand in a place such as Genessia, but it cannot hurt to get confirmation.

That is all. I thank you for your time.

|Action|

[Sakura is a medium and while it isn’t a gift she uses all the time she is using it per Fai’s request to learn about those who call Everglade their home. She’s running all over Everglade talking to ghosts, spirits; some visible and some not to get their opinion of things.

In most cases it looks like she’s talking to air and each time she always seems to have a worried expression on her face. She has a clipboard in her arms and a pencil which she uses to scribble down notes.]

Are you sure?

[She asks the empty air in front of her with a frown.]

Okay.

[Sakura looks down at and nods feeling discouraged in her task.]

|Video|

[When the feed flicks on it looks like Sakura is over thinking. She’s chewing her bottom lip and there is a second of silence before she remembers that she had turned the phone on.]

Does anyone know what it feels like when we die?

[That sounds depressing.]

I mean… I know it’s sad but… I guess I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

[The dead deserve to rest, they sounded so sad to Sakura and the princess has begun to put the weight of their happiness on her shoulders.]

 Hello?

[ The video flicks on, and you see a pretty brunette with brown eyes, looking at the video in wonder. She is apparently outside, sitting on a bench. It looked like, up until recently, she might have been more morose. But it seemed that there was now an edge of determination to her face. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been separated from her friends, and it wouldn't be the last. ]

Huh, this is pretty neat. I still had a flip phone back at home, but this looks cool!

I'm... kinda lost. I don't even remember falling asleep! But judging by how this thing works... I should be reaching everyone now, right?

Hey everyone! I don't think anyone I know is here, but umm... I'm Konoka Konoe! This may still be a long shot, but have you seen a girl about my age, has a side ponytail, looks serious... or a red-haired boy who looks British? 

[ It was a long shot, but she couldn't help but ask. ]

More importantly, I'm looking for employment and a place to stay, and I kinda can't find the job board... can anyone help?

[ Granted, she could look it up, but opening a conversation would help her reach out to others, and see what Genessia's people were like. ]

[ Lupin has spent a few days getting to know his surroundings, without making much of a fuss. Although some people might have seen a wet and disgruntled Frenchman at the Bay around the time the thief first arrived. Either way, he's returned to his smiling, cheerful self by now, since he's not soaked and cold any more. ]

Bonjour~♥ [ He waves a little wave. ] I'm Erin Asplune, [ which, if you were to give that any thought, is an anagram of "Arsene Lupin" but sssh, he managed to change that in the phone so you can't tell that he's lying. ] it's nice to meet you~ This sleek little trinket seems to be fairly handy, does it not? It is quite different from any device that I have encountered before, and I have travelled to many places before.

Please tell an ignorant Frenchman; where is it possible to find the prettiest clothes and do you think it's possible to work there~?

[ See, he loves pretty and beautiful things, and while he is very multi-talented, he wants to keep it under wraps just a little while at least. If his dear Sherlock were to show up, of course, he would be so busted, but that's fine. But he loves dressing up and he's got disguises under his white and blue garb. ]

[Text]
Quick question, nothing important but if you had literally every inch of you covered with a sticky smelly ass slime, where would be a good place to get it off?

No big hurry but I'd like this answered like yesterday.
Also back. Sorry was indisposed won't be happening again if I can help it



[Action]

It was a perfectly normal day in main city of Genessia. The air was crisp but not yet frigid, festivities were winding down leaving a sort of merry afterglow to the people, nearly every damn thing was on sale...with everything covered in snow, it was a picture perfect winter day. Nothing could possibly ruin it.

You know, except for that icky looking humanoid blob running past. You know, it almost looks like a person with big dragon wings if they weren't covered in thick goopy slime. You can even see her face as she blindly runs down the street, perhaps into you, and she's totally disgusted. Maybe she could use help? Or a talking to if she ran you over...

Somewhere in Genessia, a terrified boy is sniveling into his videophone. It's hard to tell anything other than his voice; the surroundings are pitch black. After a few sniffles, he finally gets it out of his system.

"H-hey, someone help me! It's really dark in here and I got lost. Stuff keeps bumping into me and I can't find the way out and it's really dark and I just wanna go home and-and...*sniffles*".

Ted bawls for a bit.

"Maybe...*sniff* maybe call a priest, but I don't know their number. 911 is just for cops, not priests so I dunno what to do. Please help..."

( Action - Anywhere )

[Voice]

And to think, here I'd been worried about waking up in Hell. When in comparison to such a world as this, my own could certainly be considered as much.

[The voice is definitely that of a grown man, one far too bemused at his current situation than most would be. He's not angry in the least bit, but beyond that pleasant tone there's a weight of tiredness he thinks he's doing well to hide.]

Obtaining a job is a novelty, something I've never had the luxury of. So I find myself at a loss where I should begin, or what I would be most qualified for here. Things are different, in the best possible way, and yet it brings about a revelation that men with my talents aren't needed in such a place.

But there's no need to dwell on such things. While I wouldn't mind job suggestions for someone who's experienced in public speaking and combat, there's much more important matters at hand, and the entire reason I decided to broadcast this.

What is there to do for fun here? My dear friend and I have only been here for about a day, and as helpful as the information pamphlets are, I feel speaking out and asking around is the best way to get information no matter where you are.

HEY!

[ This video is definitely set up with Liv's device leaning against something in her living room. She can't be bothered to actually face it- she's clearly doing something off screen. It's entirely possible that she's playing some kind of gaming console. From the sounds in the background, she might be shooting zombies. For the irony. She glances over at the video for a second, then keeps playing as she talks. ]

First off, thanks to everyone who ambushed me at the Christmas party to ask how this was going, it's really nice to know that I can do a job and not be hounded about it any time I go anywhere by literally everyone I talk to. Now that all of the holidays I was supposed to be enjoying are through, I'm going to go ahead and actually answer.

Most of you are probably aware I work in the morgue at the hospital, but back home I worked in the city morgue for the Seattle PD Police Department. I love lively jobs and never getting to see the sun, what can I say? The test that we were doing was a forensic technique used to age murder victims or blood samples found at crime scenes when we don't have other possible clues. I got the idea when I ran out of other things to test on some of the newcomers after some other general tests that are often run on kidnap victims. It wasn't the first test I ran, but it was definitely the only one with actual visible results.

The test typically reveals information about the age range within about 9 years by looking at a byproduct of the T-cells in the immune system. Most of the non-humanoid samples I didn't have a standard to go by, go figure, so most of those tests were inconclusive. I'll have your participation awards sent to you via mail on the 6th Friday of July. I had our lab retest the actually useful samples multiple times and the results were fairly consistent. Most of the people who come here to Genessia are currently between the ages of 0 and 10 years of age.

There are a few different explanations for this, so hey- panic on hold, it could be the least terrible of options in which.. [ She has to think for a second. David came up with this theory while she was a little bit drunk and a little bit anxiety-ridden on top of depressed. Thanks brains. It's a good thing she found a much snider snack to help her report this. ] Some forms of teleportation to other worlds apparently involve cellular breakdown and I guess the cells could've been lost during that process? I'd have to test everyone again to find out if they were missing anything else considering how specific it would have to be to just be missing that. Great theory David, I'm sure all teleportation specifically leaves out tiny cells that hint at what age you are. Other options include that we're all clones of whoever we look like or someone made us up in entirety and none of our lives are real.

[ On second thought, this was probably a terrible brain to eat before making this announcement. She puts the controller down finally and gives the camera two thumbs up and the most sarcastic smile possible. ]

Happy New Year everyone!

[ And the video feed ends on her leaning over the edge of her couch to turn it off. ]

WHO: Open!
WHAT: Midboss hosts a tournament to celebrate the end of the year. Food stalls, games, danmaku and fighting. Fun for everyone...at least until Diablo shows up.
WHEN: Monday 29th - Tuesday 30th December
WHERE: Attleton Arena & the surrounding area
WARNINGS: Violence, chaos, fighting, Midboss' ego.

Even with the loss of the oversized statue of himself, Midboss had done his best to prepare Attleton for the tournament ahead. He'd made sure to order plenty of flowers from Terra, and thus roses of many colours lined the main road leading up to Arena.

Stalls had been popping up since the early hours of the morning, and by Monday afternoon, a colourful selection stood along the street - both for party games and street food. It was important to have a variety, even if it gave rise to a rather disorganised mish-mash of activity.

Monday night opened with fireworks, announcing the beginning of an evening Danmaku showcase to warm up the atmosphere. Koishi had been given largely free-reign over the event, for better or for worse.

Drinks and music ran late into Monday night, as the Arena was cleared for people to mingle, with a pop-up bar provided for everyone's enjoyment.

The stalls returned Tuesday lunchtime, with the tournament proper set to run all afternoon and into the evening if need be.

It promised to be an interesting event, and the Guardian could be found flaunting his way around the city right up until the fighting was ready to begin.

[OOC: Here's the Tournament log! I'll put some comments with headers for people to mingle under, but if you want to make your own that's cool too - feel free to organise whatever fights you want, and have fun :)

As per earlier discussions - Koishi will be running Danmaku craziness, and at some point during the tournament Diablo is going to drop in to ruin Midboss' fun, so feel free to give Diablo-mun a poke if you want to get involved.]

[Nagisa was as chipper as ever. He had some news and he couldn't help but want to share it to the world. As he managed to switch on the feed, his smile was widening a little more with each second.]

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas~ I thought I would let everyone know that the calenders are done and out and the money will go to the swim club. Buuuuut...

[He gives a pause, if someone were to play close attention they would be able to hear barking in the background. It wasn't long until he was looking over for a brief moment a brief look of panick sweeps over him as he quickly moves away from the device to deal with something, which could be heard in the background.]

He-Hey! Don't chew on that?! Rei-chan will get mad!

[There appeared to be things getting knocked over before Nagisa came back with a cute little golden labrador puppy in his arms. Once he sat down, trying his best to keep the puppy from running off he speaks once more.]

I also got a puppy~! A girl, whom I actually have yet to name. But look how adorable she is~

[He holds her up to the device as she just wriggles briefly before he holds her back.]

I think that was all I wanted to say... Well except for one question. How does one stop a puppy from ripping and chewing things that they shouldn't?

[Action]

[Even after seeing that lady in the hologram, reading the info she got, and understanding how to use the communication device she got, Vanellope still wasn't completely calm. Sure, she was safe here. But she couldn't go back home. That was the thing that bothered her the most. She knew things would be okay back in Sugar Rush; she'd appointed Taffyta to take care of things if she ever disappeared so their game wouldn't get taken down. It'd cause suspicion if she was gone for too long, though. And she knew Ralph and the others would be really worried about her.

As she stepped out into Genessia City proper, she tried to follow the green line on the map as best she could - trying to avoid suspicious areas or people. She'd learn the area over time, if she had to stay here. That wasn't much of an issue. What was was her fright of being in an unfamiliar area and not knowing anyone here.

It's completely possible to get her attention though, especially as she's getting out said communication device to send a text. After all, she wanted control of her emotions while she spoke to anyone else, and using the text option seemed like the best bet.]

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[Text]

So... a couple of questions from a newcomer...

Is there really no way to go back home? And if not, does time still pass while we're here?

How do we find if others from our own worlds have come here?

A matter of curiosity occurs to me. How much is known about the barriers around each of the cities aside from Everglade? What is known about how they function? I would like to compare that to my own knowledge on how Everglade's works.