[Kobato seemed to be smiling, sitting down on a bench, newspaper to the side. Her two pokemon companions Piplup and Popplio sat beside her. After a minute or two of moving the device around and actually checking that it was on Kobato finally spoke.]

Hello everyone, um... I've heard that we are meant to find jobs and such while we're here but...

[She paused, if only for a brief moment.]

I'm not sure where people would want me. I mean I am happy to help almost anyone who is in need, it's what I need to do, but can helping someone at work count as a job?

[It was a good first thought anyway.]

If not I am good at...well looking after children. I was meant to be working at a kindergarten before I arrived here so...Any help will be appreciated.

Who: Open!
When: During the Event.
Where: All Cities!
What: Event Stuff!
Warnings: None.

[ooc: Your character can only receive one prize for this Event. If you don't know the details of the event, please check the OOC comm.

NOTE: You must link threads to mods to participate in any contests or competitions, we are not going to hunt down threads that have gone who knows where and pray that you intended to compete while we count. Thank you!

]

My fellow denizens,

[Grell comes onto the feed, walking along the streets in Everglade. Her hair is in a high ponytail today, and in her usual garb for her patrols. She looks rather serious, frowning a bit, which isn’t her usual demeanor.]

With the recent incident involving the Children of Elo, measures have been taken to improve security and curb incidents like these from occurring again. These measurements have already been distributed via email and post, so there will be no reason for not knowing. I would encourage business owners to comply with these measures, before more unfortunate victims arise and legal action be taken upon them for negligence.

[She stops in her stride once at her destination. A part of town occupied by very few people.]

Also, The Red House Foundation has an official location in Everglade, so if you or someone you know are in need of shelter, then you or they will be exempt from the limitations on travel while staying at the shelter. More details are available at the foundation, as well as flyers from my boutique in Fayren. Business owners should expect their more detailed information packet in the mail within the week.

This is also a warning to those who occupy abandoned buildings. Please vacate them and set yourself up at the shelter. [Her face changes, so that it seems less harsh than her previous messages.] It’s much warmer and food is readily available.

Good day.

[The feed ends there.]



[Action: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE?!]

[Grell can be in a number of places at your choosing with any scenario (excluding adult themes…). By default, she’ll be at her lingerie boutique in Fayren unless otherwise noted. The mannequins in the windows can’t dress themselves!]




(OOC: The measurements she mentioned have to do with a thorough check of the manifest of cargo being carried in. Every piece of cargo scheduled to come into Everglade must be properly labeled as they will be checked and accounted for, and anything not on the manifesto will be abandoned before entering the Everglade Archway at the expense of whomever sent it. Also, shipments must be scheduled, and any shipment not scheduled to be received that day will be sent back. Drivers must have their photo ID visible or ready to show officials and must match up with whomever is scheduled to drive in cargo that day. Businesses that don’t comply with the enhanced security checks may have their shipment sent back, face limits on the amount of cargo they can send, and/or even be temporarily banned from selling their goods in Everglade until they are up to par with the new regulations.

It will no doubt cause delays in receiving goods, but these attacks must be prevented. Grell doesn’t make this common knowledge to the public because that would only give the culprits a heads up.)

WHO: Szelhamos, Sebastian
WHEN: January 25th, late evening
WHERE: Everglade, in Szel's newly opened Subarch
WHAT: Paying someone back for hospitality, also flaunting. A lot of flaunting.
WARNINGS: Will update if necessary.

( No one likes a debt! )

This is exactly why you don't trust scientists.

Don't get me wrong, I'm as fond of education and exploration as anyone else, but really this problem would have been solved before it even started if we just burned all of the offenders notes and maybe buried his research under a few tons of cement.

Drastic, maybe, but I find it'd probably be a great deal less damaging to the population at large that way.

It'd be just awful if there were to be a Guardian compromised by this.

Can you even imagine.

I hope we've all taken something very important from this, when someone suggests testing a hitherto unknown and possibly dangerous chemical substance on an unknowing populace, we don't just stop at firing them.

If they don't have the moral compass to not suggest using an entire city as a pack of guinea pigs, they probably don't have the moral compass to not do it anyway when you tell them no.

Have we learned nothing from fifties sci fi movies?

A. Video

[ She still doesn't know.

Adela can't help sighing, frowning as she turns on the feed. ]

For those of you concerned with my whereabouts in the past while... I apologize for causing you worry. I will be returning home today, if you so wish to speak with me it might be easiest to do so then. Thank you.

[ She seems tired and still unhappy at the least, though she doesn't let the image linger and cuts off the feed after. ]

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B. Action, Genessia (Sycamore Cycles, Garden Park, or Genessia City in general)

[ It's with Sebastian's help that she's returned to Genessia, though part of her is still hesitant to return home straight away. Rather than simply stepping inside to face everyone, she began to take a walk. It's not as cold as it was, and she can be allowed that much right?

Still, she's more lost in her own thoughts than anything else. It ends up with her wandering, gravitating towards familiar places and even taking rests there. She's not really paying attention to anyone or anything around her, maybe not even hearing them calling her name the first time. She might have been skipping stones across the pond's surface at Garden Park, or staring at people walking by.

Eventually, by the time the sun starts to set, she will return to Sycamore Cycles. She'll be sitting outside there, still debating on if she wants to come back in or not. If she can face those she, on some level, considers family or not.

Somehow, it feels colder than even that fateful winter day several days ago now. ]

[ There's a young man settling himself down in front of the camera as the feed begins - those who have been there might recognize the location as a room inside the house where a majority of the former inhabitants of Remnant are staying. His posture is upright, hands folded neatly in his lap as he crosses one leg over the other. ]

Good afternoon! I hope this day finds you all well. My name is Whitley Schnee - and yes, for those who have made the connection, Weiss is my dear older sister. I've only just arrived a short while ago, but should anyone need assistance or advice with their finances I'll be happy to lend my aid. I see there's quite a bustling economy in this world, and I've had some experience in the realm of business dealings. As for what I need...

[ A pause, as he laughs with a little smile. ]

The name and address of a good tailor would be sensational. I'm afraid my wardrobe didn't make the journey with me.

Who: Tannusen and everyone! Other staff members welcome to tag in, too. (Also if your character is under 18, you're stuck with Scenario A or something similarly outside. I'm sorry! Tannusen's very strict about certain things. At least it's 18 and not 21, thanks to Tannu being Canadian.)
What: Assorted shenanigans in the tiger's territory.
When: Varies by thread.
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
Warnings: Will update if/as needed.

( Scenario A: burning daylight )

( Scenario B: night time is the best time )

( Scenario C: upstairs for the daring )

( Scenario D: buddha for mary, here it comes )

( choose your own adventure )

[The following leaflet is being distributed throughout each city by random people. They offer each one to every passerby with a pleasant smile. Won't you take a read?

If in Genessia or Attleton: expect the leaflet to be available at local shops and shoved under doors whenever the cities thaw out.]

The Red House Foundation

The Red House Foundation is an initiative started by Grell Sutcliff and Oswald Cobblepot. Donations and a portion of the proceeds from Juliet’s Lair will help support orphans, bereaved families, and adoption services. Support will include mental health and medical support, as well as legal support and consultation. Other businesses, organizations, and the public are encouraged and more than welcome to help raise funds towards this cause.

All funds will be accountable for as transparency is of the utmost importance. Making direct donations to The Red House Foundation is possible via bank transfers. Details are listed below:

[Insert banking details and transfer instructions here]


We thank you for your generous support,


Grell Sutcliff, Co-Founder
Oswald Cobblepot, Co-Founder



[The following is a mass anonymous text to ALL devices, with the subject: Justice for All]

A bounty for the Former Mayor of Everglade. He is wanted alive...or dead, if the former is not possible. If dead, only a level 3 payment will be given, and please provide proof. If alive, the reward is a level 4 payment. Please turn him in to the Everglade authorities so he may be tried for his atrocities.

(ooc: this bounty is first come, first served. It can be shared by more than one person, but the reward will be split amongst the group.)



[Action: Everglade or Fayren]

[During the daytime until 6pm, Grell can be found in Fayren at her shop, Juliet’s Lair. There is a promotional sale going on: all red and green merchandise will either receive 30% off their purchase or have a portion of their sale go towards The Red House Foundation. Customers will be able to choose either at the register. There is a dog next to the register, resting on a nice, large pillow. Grell is working on her tablet behind the counter. At some point, one can hear her playing a game. It sounds like Sugar Crusher. All work an no play...

During the evening, Grell can be seen coming out of the police headquarters, waving politely to whomever saw her to the door. What a nice gentleman! She's walking on the path that leads to the gate. Now just what could she be doing here?]

[So believe it or not it actually did take him a moment to realize that this wasn't Hell. Because there really were certain parts of Hell that were this fucking cold, if not infinitely colder, and it took using at least two other senses to figure out that it smelled far too nice to be the ninth circle, and was far, far too quiet.

One wouldn't think a half frozen damned soul could scream so loud for so long but here we were.

With that out of the way, that just meant figuring out where he was, how he got here, who put him here and why, how to get back, how the hell he was going to get around without Midge to guide him, and who he was going to quietly but painfully murder later when he was all finished being upset about this.

Or murder mid being upset about this.

... There was going to be murder, he decided, at some point. A lot of murder.

Murder however was going to have to wait as the freezing cold demon stumbled his way out of the cave, wrapping himself in a coat (that he never thought he needed but it was excellent he'd thought of it), and clumsily fumbling with the device that he at least knew he'd woken up with. Considering it had been jammed into his hand and all.

It took a few tries, and he had to listen carefully to ensure that it was actually recording voice, before he actually started talking. He'd shoot himself before it looked like he didn't know how to use one of these.]

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

[Smooth and sweet, if a touch quavery due to being frozen right down to his skeleton.]

It's really not a morning to be out and about, I guess.

I'm afraid I've gotten... turned around.

[ANNOYED]

And I'm... not in any fit state to wander unaided. I hate to bother any of you right now, but if it is at all possible for someone to help me? Please try to understand my annoyance if you send a map or read me instructions... I won't be able to see it.

I'm ninety five percent certain I just left an ocean adjacent cave, if anyone knows where that is.

Nova City, Funtom Corp Office/store, 12/30-12/31, evening video/post
[Sebastian's business has been extremely busy, but prosperous. He worked here for nearly half a year, starting as a candy maker, and after Ciel, the original owner went home, Sebastian took over as the owner and manager of the company. At the end of the year, he made it, and even thought of opening new businesses and branches in some of the cities, if he wanted too, but the businessman demon haven't thought of anything yet.

For now, it's time to have some fun and he thought of this, as things has been quite lonely, and he has the money and means to throw a party. So, later that evening, he puts up signs and posters around the blocks of his shop, and then posted a public invite to the network in form of video.]

"Greetings everyone, I'm Sebastian, the owner of Funtom Corp. Whether you're a long-term resident or a new arrival, I would like to invite you all to my New Year party being held today for two evenings in my store and office in Nova City. We will be having live techno music, live DJ, live musicians, dancing and the food and drinks are completely free. Just keep in mind, I don't serve alcoholic drinks on the premises.

At the time of this message, I'm starting the party now, so feel free to come by yourself or with a friend, and please, dress casual or formal. I'll be there as your host. The party will be held from 4pm to midnight for two evenings. "


[OOC: If your character is coming with a friend, just indicate a lock to in your subject title in your tag or make OTA top levels. Otherwise, feel free to mingle. Any questions, just send me PM to this journal or if you have me on plurk, send me PM at plurk.]

[A video broadcast begins with the beautiful, yet deathly visage of a young girl. She was smiling brightly as if she had achieved something big.]

"Hello everyone. Squigly here. I wanted to let everyone know that I will be performing a Christmas opera in a couple of days, on the eve of Christmas and the following night. I apologize for the short notice, but it wasn't easy to book a place to perform.

I have time right now if anyone wants to talk about it."

[Action/video - Nova City - any given weekday]
Sebastian's little vacation from last month is over. He spent half of the month redecorating and fussing over his Mansion, which is actually a subarchway in Everglade. He also, spent time with his apartment in Heavens Court Apartments, as that is his main living quarters close to work. He pretty much did a lot of house cleaning and organization, which he founds it relaxing, but that was his behavior as a butler.

Still, in a logical sense, he goes back to work and taken over Funtom Corp. Not that the demon needs money, but if he isn't doing anything, he'll get fussy. Work is a part of the butler's aesthetics. Plus, it helps pass the time.

Public - Video part - posted to the network
"Greetings, this is Mr. Sebastian. Funtom Corporation in Nova City is under new management. The former owner has left, so I am taking it over. With the upcoming holidays, I am looking to hire new people for seasonal work. The work can last up to this month and up to end of February, so it's a temporary job, but it can be permanent. If interest, you may contact me or come in to the store to inquiry for the available positions.

The company mostly sells sweets, candies, and toys, but I can make customized pastries and teas. While our main audience is children, our products can be enjoyed by everyone of all ages. Currently I can make specialized dishes for Christmas as I have skills as one hell of a butler, but that requires a reservation, as seats are limited inside the store."


[Action - Everglade - Any given weekend]
Sebastian is at his subarch, at the mansion as he usually do on his day offs. Snow has gathered around the estate, making it hard for his staff of sprites (NPCs) to traverse around the property.

Incompetent servants that they are, Sebastian and his group of sprites are armed with a shovel and they begin shoveling snow and sprinkling sacks of salts on the streets to kill the ice to clear a pathway around the house. Snow piled up on the side of the sidewalk of the paths in front of the mansion, and in the back where the path is used for people to transverse through the gardens.

Who: Open? Drop me a PM on his journal or my plurk if you want to log
Where: Phantomhive Manor Sub Archway, Everglade
When: 11/5 to 11/6

"Hatred and sorrow are power. They are yours to control. All you have to do is turn them into strength, and use that strength to move forward." He always told the Young Master that advice. It was his favorite advice among the many.

( Cut for length )

[It's obvious that someone is recording, as there's background noise. The wind, mostly, as it whips around. After a few moments of this, a voice breaks the silence.]

...I think I missed my own birthday.

[Grell sounds weary, and who wouldn't after transforming between being a harpy and herself for almost two weeks.]

And everything tastes like fish.

[What a weird two weeks...]

Sebastian's curse has been interesting however unnecessary, as being a demon he already can transform into a raven anytime, but on a much smaller scale. Being able to transform as a man-sized raven is still interesting and break the monotomy of his week. His life consists nothing but just going to work, taking care of his young Master, and at the end of the week, did his duties as a butler routinely.

After putting Ciel to bed, he wondered how long his own curse last? It doesn't feel weird to him. If anything, it was interesting.

It was only at night in the late evenings that he has some spare time for himself for his own thoughts. He flies around in different area of the cities, roosting and sitting on a the tree, enjoying his nightly flights. He isn't particulary hard to spot, considering, he's a 6'1'' tall bipedal raven, and he can be seen roosting on any given tree depending where you are, just watching you passing by late at night, and caw at you thoughtfully.

[Video//Nova City]

[A video is turned on live to the network. Sebastian is dressed a white chef shirt, an apron, and a puff white hat to go with it. By the looks of a background, he is in a high-tech kitchen where the color is white tiles and silver stoves and ovens. Should anyone tune in, they would think it's a cooking show becoming live.]

Ah, greetings everyone, how are you all on this fine afternoon? My name is Sebastian. I thought I should make an update, I'm terrible at this thing, keeping a blog...that's what you call diaries and journals? I am terribly busy, but I'll do my best to remember.

[After all, he's the only employee at Funtom Corporation, so he does a number of jobs including salesperson and advertising. It wasn't a problem for him to handle many jobs, considering he isn't human, he's a demon having made a contract with Ciel, the owner of the company.]

I'll be making customized halloween themed candies and baked treats. With the upcoming season and holidays, I suppose a vacation is never in order. If you like to place an order from Funtom Corps, please contact me, and in two to three days, I'll have your order delivered to your door. I specialized in artisan candy and baked pasteries. If you want a small chocolate figurine of the infamous headless horseman or pumpkin shaped chocolates or a large batch of brownies and cookies, I can make those for your parties and catering.

I also made a lot of extras and leftovers, so if you want some discounted candies and cookies, please visit our store in Nova City. Please, I don't want to see the high quality ingridients go to waste. You can come in around 6pm to 8pm, we're closed at 8pm.

Sebastian's arrival into the world is disconcerting. It began when he doing his normal chores of the day back at the Phantomhive Manor, and then he went to sleep. He then woke up very early in the morning to begin his daily routine for the household of the manor. With his normal routine broke out of it's usual normalcy, everything fell into chaos. Sebastian spend all morning and afternoon long, searching the cities, asking anyone for a way back home. The information he collected is the same. He is trapped here like everyone else, and he's in a different world.

In his mind, he wondered how the staff back at the manor will managed their jobs without him? And his Young Master would be very cross with him, with his unexplained absence. The closest feeling he could describe as a demon is a cross of worry, fussiness, and frustration. The sun sets, and evening descended with the sky turned dark. Unlike humans, sleep is a luxury for a busy demon, especially concerning his profession as the senior head butler. Not one to admit defeat, he will admit he probably need help from the citizens of this world.

Using his device in shape of a smartphone, he turned on the video feature. The demon marveled at the technology, but there are other issues that is pressing him at hand. Whoever is logged onto the network will see a very handsome gentleman wearing a classic, sleek, and traditional black butler uniform in a Victorian style. When he spoke, he has that calm, elegant British accent in his tone of voice.]


"Good evening. My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. Senior Head Butler of the Phantomhive Household. It seems I'm not in England anymore and I have arrived in this unfamiliar world. Any hope or chance of return seem to be a hopeless endeavor.

Ah, well. I suppose I shall have to sleep in an inn tonight, but if anyone has seen or know a young man by the name of an Earl Ciel Phantomhive, please direct this message to him. His butler is looking for him."