Hoo boy, this was gonna suck. Ted felt like a dejected jackass, and so he was. His conscience ate at him until he ran out of excuses, and so he resolved to take one on the chin and suffer the scorn, however deserved, of The World. Might as well get the practice; he gets the feeling he'll be doing this sort of thing a lot. He'd try and keep this frank and short.

A confession to make, everyone. I'm Ted, and I'm the so-called 'Vigilante' that gave trouble a week or two ago. I apologize for being quarrelsome, as well as for any mischief made. Especially to Fai, to whom I spoke much evil. For what it's worth, any bounties reigned in or crime stopped during that stunt were done according to lawful practice, as much as any bounty hunter would do. Again, please forgive my duplicity. If recompense can be made or law need subjection, I'll try to obey.

[Toby flicks on the screen standing behind what looks like a rustic bar.]

Hey. [He sort of sucks at using these stupid video things and he'll always forget to introduce himself.] I'm about to open a place and we're going to have custom beers.

Before that I need people to come taste them and tell me what they like or don't like about them. [He likes to get straight to the point.]

Address is listed below.

[Without much more to say the video flicks off.]


[OOC: Toby will be at his unopened, unfinished Tavern. For those who come to taste you'll find him standing behind the bar with an annoyed look on his face. There are also a few papers out with menu's listed on them and puns scratched in messy writing next to each item.]

[It's definitely been a while since he's gotten lost.

Of course, he's never gotten so lost that he doesn't even recognize where he currently is. Or how he got there. Only that he had fallen asleep in one place and woken up in another. On a scale from completely normal to the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him, that definitely ranks around a six.

After taking a second to read the pamphlet, and actually figure out how to work the phone he's been given - it's honestly a surprise he even knows what a phone is, considering he never uses the one he has - he finally switches the device on.]

Whoever did this, I'm not interested.

[Because obviously it's that easy to get sent back. Just tell them you're not interested.]

Does this kind of thing happen often? Or am I the only one who ended up here like this?

[There's the tell tale sound of a cigarette lighter and the sharp intake of breath before Ronan begins to speak.]

Anybody else notice how hot it got around here? I took a look around and the paper wasn't lying. It's this hot everywhere. I wonder if it has anything to do with those ruins they found over in Fayren. It's hard to believe this place isn't more connected than it seems, you know? What do you guys think?


Action | Office (Terra's Flower Shop, Attleton)

[Because of the sweltering heat, Ronan has decided to stay inside, in his cramped but slightly homey office in the back of Terra's flower shop, and get some paperwork done. As a somewhat pleasant surprise, business for his PI firm has been pretty steady, whether it was people, locals, or even the municipality hiring them, they were getting cases. Some of them were pretty mundane, but it was work, and it was work helping people, which is just the way Ronan liked it.

He's spent too long, in a life that seemed a lifetime ago, making the lives of people around him Hell. This was how he could atone, and it was good work, even if it was looking for lost kittens.

He'd head out front occasionally to check for customers while Terra was away, and to get some lemonade, because that's what weather this sweltering required: lemonade. Julia used to say it was a mandate. Who was he to argue?]

VIDEO | TEXT

[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.

When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]

" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"

[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]

"brief summary. "

[There is another short pause.]

"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”

[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]

Thanks for the welcome Genessia.

ACTION | STREETS

[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.

His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.

He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]

Video



[The video comes on to show an Asian girl of obvious mixed heritage, what with green eyes and blonde hair, who immediately sighs. She then perks up and gives a bright smile with eyes crinkling and head tilting to the side.]

Hello, I'm Maka Albarn. I guess if I was going to end up sucked into another world again at least it isn't inside of a book taking you through the Seven Deadly Sins, right?

[She laughs a bit offhandedly, eyes glancing off for a moment before returning to the camera.]

Well, I'm not sure where exactly to go form here. I mean, I have the map and everything, but... some advice would be greatly appreciated right now as I get my bearings straight.

Action, Open

[Another sigh left Maka as she closed out of the video chat option. She then looked at the information she held in her hand, then out at the city sprawling out before her. It was a bit overwhelming being here on her own. It made her a bit unsure of what to do, though she knew she would be fine. She'd deal with this.

Then her eyes rose up to the sky where the sun was. Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she scowled. Well, that didn't look right at all.]

What a boring Sun...

 Normally, Ted didn't hesitate with his communication device. He liked to talk, and phone calls were his preferred method of keeping in touch with his loved ones. Sadly, peaceful, relaxing times would be coming to an end. His goku uniform, which might be ready any day now, demanded his utmost strength and willpower. He had to steel himself to have any chance of surviving. To be utterly firm in his convictions. 

He was appalled by the subarchways; how they preyed upon the weak-hearted and the weak-minded. Especially children. Ted knew it was the moral duty of everyone to love what's true, and hate what's false. If only he could get others to agree. The thought of motes and beams crossed his mind. If he wanted others to embrace truth, he'd have to do the same, and cut himself loose of comforting falsehoods of his own. It was time for the truth. As he dialed each number and waited to be received, He prayed that the truth would not be too terrible.

Past: To Justice

Mewtwo isn't Ted's first choice for conversation, despite the lengthy one they'd had upon their first meeting. He simply seemed to irritate the artificial creature for reasons unbeknownst to Ted. In a way, that made him uniquely poised to answer the unsettling question that weighed on him ever since Koishi's party. Mewtwo, regrettably, was himself a victim of comforting falsehoods, if his time on Lake Canaa were any indication. Perhaps that made him an expert.

"Hello J--Mewtwo. Is now a good time? I need an expert opinion. It's about my...well, pokemon in general."

Present: To Sans

Ted wasn't sure where to start with this one. Sans had worried him at first with his previous position on the wrong side of a racial war. But he'd largely forgotten it, using Sans' sloth as a convenient excuse from anything dreadful. He couldn't deny that there seemed to be more to the silly skeleton than he let on, but then Ted could hardly hold that against him. Everyone has their secrets. It's just this one in particular that nagged at him. How to begin?

"Good afternoon, Sans. I hope your frank business hasn't gone to the dogs. Tell me, are you familiar with a...shall we say, bipolar flower?"

Future: To Ronan

Ted, of course, was justice's biggest fan, both in the concrete and the abstract. He was always angling for Ronan to tell him the best stories about his time on the force, peculiar cases, and so on. Even in the short time they worked together, his legal expertise was invaluable. In the middle of one such call, like any other, Ted was especially curious about one subject they hadn't broached yet.

"Say Ronan, what are your thoughts on entrapment?"

Video;

[The video cuts on to show a well-dressed man, his collar loosened but still sporting a tie under a nice vest over which he seems to be wearing a shoulder holster. The fedora he's wearing is cocked to the side slightly, and while it may be a little over the top, it somehow suits him.

He doesn't smile when he starts to speak, but there's an earnest honesty in his olive green eyes that keeps his expression from looking too severe.]

Hey, Genessia. It's been a while.

[He shrugs as though to say that isn't his point and continues.]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ronan O'Connor. Back home, I was a detective with the Salem Police, in Massachusetts, if you're familiar with it, and yeah, that's the town that got a bad rap a few hundred years ago for executing witches. Turns out they were actually spirit mediums.

I felt my experiences there gave me enough knowledge to help out around Everglade, and though I'm not on the deputy payroll anymore, I still have a special place in my heart for that town. It was my first home here, and honestly, it's the most like Salem of all the places that make up out little settlement here.

What I've saying is Guardians and their deputies have their hands full most of the time with administration, but I'm still here, and I'm open for business. My going rate's 125 Redbills a day, plus expenses. It'll be itemized. No job's too small.

If you need a detective, look me up or just reply here. I'll get you taken care of.


Action;

[Currently, Ronan is running his business out of the back room at Terra's flower shop in Attleton. Feel free to swing by and see the sign in the window!]

Video

[Terra's lips curl into a warm smile as she turns on the video. Her hair is pulled back and lose green curls fall on either side of her face, framing the delicate curve of her cheek. Her smile reaches up towards her eyes and it's clear that whatever she has to say; she's very proud.]

Hello everyone, for those of you who I haven't met my name is Terra. I own a flower shop in Attleton.

[The camera shifts slightly as Terra reaches for something at her side.]

I have two announcements, first is that I want to open a second shop, however I'd need more help to do so. [She wants to spread her love of flowers and opening a second shop is best to do as spring hits it's speak.] If you want to help please let me know.

[Her smile widens slight as if arriving at her main reason for sending out this message.]

The second is that I was able to grow a very special rose. My intent at first was to make it gold but it came out a little bit different than that.

[Terra holds up a rose bud that's delicately held between two fingers. There are thorns along it's stem, tipped with a dark sea blue hue. The rose itself appears to be an off white with small tints of blue. As she spins it in her fingers small glimmers of golden light appear to emanate from it, as if by magic.]

Action; Wildcard

[ooc: Feel free to run into Terra at her flower shop or carrying a basket of flowers around any of the cities or forests. It's spring so she's collecting what she can.]

[Nagisa had to admit he was a little worried. Most in part because he was sure she usually would come and on time as well. But even more so because he had to take her shift so that there was at least someone there. Giving a small yawn, he switched on the screen, his face looked a little more than concerned after a couple more hours had past and no good worker in sight.]

I know people must be getting bored of people asking where other people are, but it seems like Anna didn't show up for work today and I'm worried she has either gone home, or... whatever is happening to people happened to her.

[he had been leaning towards that as much as he didn't want to admit it.]

It's not like I can do much to help if she has been taken, but... [He paused briefly.] Keep a look out, okay?

You know, you wouldn't think boredom would be a problem here, what with the whole stranded in another reality part. But it is.

[Danny makes a face.]

There aren't even any decent movies on.

Please tell me someone here has ideas?

[Otherwise he's going to resort to going out patrolling again. At night, For the fifth night in a row. With no villainous ghosts to fight its getting really old.]

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






( Carnival! )

Action: Wandering.

[His nose flares as a cool breath of air fills his lungs. Stormy gray eyes peer through thick dark lashes as he assesses his surroundings. He already knows that he is somewhere new, however his jeans, leather jacket and other effects seem to have traveled with him.

There is only one familiar scent lingering in this place due to the water which laps noisily against the shore. His fingers flex, each digit stretching before he shifts and raises from his strange tomb. His shoulders were tense as he rose to his full daunting height and the water rippled as he stepped towards the bay's exit. He inspects the box, reading through each written word that decorates the pamphlets. He then pockets what he needs and tosses the container they came in back into the water. His stare lingers on the phone before he pockets it as well.

Toby shoves his hands in his jeans and then begins to follow the familiar scent that trails through the new city. His eyes are like steel as he glances around Genessia heading towards a mysterious destination with intent interest.]

[OOC: Feel free to run into him anywhere as he walks through the city.]

Video: Effort.

[He doesn’t look happy to be speaking to some unknown entity like this. His tone is even and remains matter-of-fact as he asks the one question that's pressing against his thoughts.]

I’m interested in knowing who assumes leadership around here. Seen or unseen. [He'd rather know all the players on the field.] That said, what is it that everyone does here?

[Since it appears that going home isn't a valid option at the moment; not that his home needs him.]

Action: BAR!

[Later that night Toby can be found at his usual end of day location; the bar. It's difficult for him to get drunk but he enjoys the buzzing atmosphere and the collection of conversations that fly freely from drunk lips.

The glass clinks softly against the polished counter top as the bartender slides a beer in front of him. 'At least somethings never change,' he thinks to himself as he brings the edge of the glass to his lips. The cold bitter taste of beer fills his mouth and trickles down his throat with great satisfaction.

Gray eyes move over the bar as Toby watches those who come and go; sit and complain. It's nice and at least in the bar he's able to experiance the more familiar scents of alcohol and smoke.]

Video

Excuse me.

[Her tone is soft and her head is resting against a shelf as she speak into the camera. She looks a little tired.]

Does the paperboy always miss? This is the second time he's broken a window.

[Terra isn't going to mention that she got hit by the misguided paper to though some might be able to guess as much.]

Action

[It takes Terra a while before she's able to open the shop but she's there should anyone want to find her. The building is filled with flowers in vases as well as potted plants and a slowly growing selection of teas that Terra has grown and dried herself.

While Terra is usually bustling around, today she's sitting behind the counter. Her thin pale fingers lightly inspecting a charm bracelet that's looped around her wrist.

Should someone walk in a small bell will chime pulling the girls bright blue eyes towards the entrance. She smiles.]

How can I help you?

( Action for Ronan )

[Even though Fai looks awfully tired, he is still continuing to work, a little action figure that looked a lot like him sat on his desk as he put another file away, leaning back slightly.]

Well with that it looks like a barriers are steady, which means I don't have to work all night as well as the morning. [A little yawn passes by his lips. He doesn't get much sleep that much was obvious right about now.]

Which means Everglade is at least to a point safe from needless killings during the others night time wondering. This means that I am able to help out with requests that other residents need in terms of protection and to continue to work on a little self reliant group of natives that helps to protect this place in emergencies. I'm also planning on doing other things now I have the time for them.

[He leant over the table lightly for the moment.]

Hikaru, I would like to request a meeting with you as soon as possible.

[Locked to Zelos]

[Once he had finished with his video feed he switched to private.]

Zelos-cutie~ I have something I want to give you, if you want to come over now.

Action:

(Her eyes felt like glass and it took a few moments to get them to open for a minute to see the familiar set up. Had she been dreaming about that? About having to run away - well drive away? About...being blown? Did any of that really happen? But, if that had been a dream? Wouldn't she had woken up in the apartment here? Or in the shop?

She couldn't remember where she had fallen asleep last, but she supposed it didn't matter very much - she still felt so tired, so nervous. Then a small voice in her head began to chide her to just rest some more. She was without a good night's sleep to begin with.

"Maybe going back to sleep was best for now..."

The woman tried to run onto her side but was stopped by the weight of the familiar box lying on top of her and the fact the box she was lying in was more confined than a bed. This caused a few light curses to escape her and she moved herself back onto her back.

She tried to let herself drift back into sleep and it seemed like she had succeeded for a few moments but she found herself muttering,)

"This is very uncomfortable. I can't sleep like this..."

(Then she sighed and forced herself upright before opening the box and pulling out the necklace and the wad of red bills. Then she fumbled for the device and took a moment before turning it on and putting it on video.)

Video:

Uh, um...hey, it's Marie... and I mean, before anyone thinks I need help figuring out what to do here before...I still remember so you don't have to worry about that.

(The woman tries to smile, but she looks slightly uneasy and even spooked. Even more than that, she looked as if she had been robbed of a good night's sleep.)

Well... I guess it doesn't really matter that I'm doing this, but.... I guess I'm back? Or something...

(The video cuts and she lets herself fall back into place. She will just rest a few more moments before wandering out of here and hopefully managing to go to the closest place she ever had to a  home again.)