WHO: Lucan Savir, Tony Stark, Airy, Lenalee, Rude, and maybe some other people at Stark Mechanics.
WHAT: Savir's shitty heart finally gives out after 47 bullshit years of life.
WHERE: Right in the middle of Stark Mechanic's lobby.
WHEN: 9/4
WARNINGS: u know he ded. also descriptions of a heart attack and legit a dude dying.

( than a heart attack )

[Normally this sort of thing wouldn't require an anonymous filter, but with the particular subject matter she's decided that it's the best course of action. As something's been weighing on her mind and she's not... quite certain how to go about asking these sorts of things out loud and with her name attached to them.]

Opinions.

How do you discard the past? Two different pasts and one of them not being something one wishes to remember. One where you still feel the side effects of what happened, one where you still feel urges of things you really shouldn't, given you've shoved all of that aside. To not let the circumstances of that past come back to consume you.

Or is it even possible to do so?

When it's something that's such an integral part of you, when you don't remember much of the time before the less desirable one took over your identity?

I don't want to hear just happy endings, either. As it stands, the urges rise further and further as if it's a flame slowly engulfing the kindling. You could deal with it in small doses, but you feel something is going to overflow and become what you were meant to be.

Suggestions are also welcomed on the matter, I suppose, though whether I listen to them or not is up to my own discretion.

[Action]

[If one passes by the bay area you might catch the entrance of a quiet disgruntled blond dressed largely in white, the only black immediately visible being the shoes and vest beneath the white suit jacket. He's currently standing in front of the Genessia Commonspace, idly seeming to turn a key over in his fingers while eyeballing the building as if he somehow finds it offensive.

This isn't the first time he's been kidnapped, but at least this go around it would appear that he's more of a guest than confined prisoner. Not that this really makes things all that much better. A gilded cage was still a cage. What they seemed to have here was an illusion of freedom.

Perhaps, he'd change his mind in time, but this place would have to work to show him he was wrong.]

[Video]

[There's only so long a time one can glower at a building, and thus once he'd sorted his thoughts out, he turned his attention to the phone he'd been given to examine it more thoroughly before finally ended up broadcasting a short message.]

Is there anyone else here from a world known as Gaia? I would like to speak with you if so.

[He would learn if he was alone here or not in a manner of speaking and then plan from there. Though while he waited for answers, he would head for Nettle and 27th street. He wanted to check out this Foundation that had been mentioned within the welcome message.]

Action - the bae (bay)

[ another day, another new arrival. this one comes in the form of a small elf with long, white hair, dark blue-tinted skin, and bright pulsing leylines that curve over every inch of exposed skin. she looks... confused, to no one's surprise, as she stares both at the hologram and at the strange device given to her earlier. the clear signs of a newbie, though this one looks more curious than alarmed by what's happening.

after a moment of staring dumbly at the phone, the elf puts it in her pocket and fixes her attention instead on someone nearby. nothing and no one looks familiar, but she isn't shy when she approaches the closest person and asks: ]

Excuse me, do you have a moment?


Action - wherever man

[ with some questions answered (or not), lioriley has decided to try and navigate through the city(s) and better acquaint herself with the layout of the world. It's... going pretty well? she's only gotten lost three times!!! though it probably doesn't help that she continuously gets distracted by something new and interesting that catches her eye. at some point she's looking at the map, not really focusing on anything around her when she bumps her shoulder into someone. jerking back, she looks up. ]

Ah - forgive me, I was not paying attention. Are you all right?

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

[in which Steven is having a morning.]

Uhh so hi! I kind of need a little help? I swear I didn't order a newspaper but I just got hit with one and it seriously broke a window. [points the camera at it] I kinda spent the money I have but can anyone tell me how to fix it or where to get duct tape? Or... I don't know some way to explain it.


Alllso what are you supposed to do when someone shows up who is not supposed to exist the same time as you and you're freaking out that one of you is going to fade out of existence because of weird gem stuff? Juuust asking.

I could really really use some help on the first one though. Thanks.

[The feed starts with a view of the Bay's ceiling, from beneath the water. A second later and a hand reaches out and picks up the device, wiping it some. There's a glimpse of bright pink hair before the holder lowers the device to her side, seemingly unaware that the video was transmitting.]

This... shouldn't be happening... I need to find the others... I need to find Greg... Maybe Garnet will know what happened...

[Whatever she's talking about, she seems pretty worried. She stops to listen to the explanation of Weiss' hologram before venturing out into the city proper. She was easy to spot, at least. Eight feet tall, 10 if you counted the hair. She wore a black t-shirt with "Mr. Universe" on it, though the shirt stopped just short of her hips, and the white dress that extended beneath it looked as elegant and fancy as the shirt wasn't.]

a; video

[The video feed comes on and the face of a young woman appears. She has red eyes and long black hair that falls over her shoulders. Her brows are knitted in concern and a frown pulls down on her lips. She's currently seated on a bench, grass and trees making a slight appearance behind her when she moves her head. After seeing the welcoming video Tifa had needed a moment to collect herself and her thoughts before attempting to contact anyone.

But the thought that Denzel and Marlene-her children-could be around here somewhere and not know where she is gives her the resolve to try and use her device. With the help of the instruction manual it's easy enough.]

Hello. I'm not quite sure who all is seeing this, but whoever you are I need some help. I'm looking for two children, a ten year old boy and a six year old girl. Their names are Denzel and Marlene. I understand that they may not have been brought here with me, but I'm their guardian so I need to be sure. If anyone sees them can you please tell them that I'm here. My name is Tifa. I'll be staying in Genessia for at least a couple of days.

[She hesitates for a moment, as if she's going to say more, before shaking her head.]

Thank you. [The feed clicks off.]

b; thud's gym

[After a few hours of wandering the city and double and triple checking her phone in case she hears from the kids or from someone who has seen them, Tifa finds herself heading into the first gym she comes across. It might not be wise to be spending any of the money she found upon arrival before first finding a job, but the need to punch out her frustrations has been growing since she woke up here. If she could drain some of her anxious energy by beating the crap out of a bag it would be money well spent.

Wrapping up her hands she immediately sets into punching the bag with fast, vicious strikes. Occasionally she'll toss in some kicks that are as equally powerful as her fists. Anyone watching would be able to instantly tell that she's in her element.]

c; jack's bar and karaoke club

[The early evening will find Tifa settled on a stool at the bar, a shot of bourbon sitting before her. Despite having been a bartender for several years she's not usually much of a drinker. But the events of the day have more than called for a drink or three. The atmosphere of the bar is familiar, nearly homely to her as she discreetly watches the clientele and listens to the karaoke participants.

But no matter how familiar it feels, there's a sense of sadness that lingers over her. This isn't home. This isn't Seventh Heaven. Her family isn't here.]