You may not be comfortable giving your specifics, but I would like to take a head count for magical users. Do we outnumber those who are "normal"? [If you can detect a certain bitterness to that last descriptor, well, there is a reason for it.] As far as I can see, our dear overseer or overseers like interesting sorts.

[By interesting he means "posing some danger".]

For those of you who are new, I am Gellert Grindelwald and I can claim, with a fair amount of comfort, that I am one of the most powerful Wizards in all the cities. But don't be frightened. I usually have a reason for those I strike down.

[Ha...ha...ha?]

[Her wings are tucked away and hidden, but that camera is perfectly poised as always, despite the hustle and bustle of the set behind her. She might be at a shoot, but her scheduling agent curiosity is bugging her.]

A question for you all:

If your birthday was coming up and you had access to ....almost everything you ever wanted... what would you treat yourself to? Would you throw yourself a party or just spend the day enjoying yourself?

[A pause, and an almost amused frown at a thought.] Is anyone else out there immortal to the point where birthdays no longer matter?

Something has happened to the CPU! Security measures seem to have gone absolutely wonky, making everyone’s conversations:

◘ Private messages may become public messages
◘ Unanonymous when they’re trying to post anonymously
◘ Undeletable
◘ Misfired

Will it cause technological and privacy chaos? Yes, absolutely. Have fun with that.

Keep in mind that there is only one requirement for participation in this event: You must tag at least one person you do not currently have CR with a misfire.

Otherwise, whatever drama or crack you want to cause with this one, go for it. The CPU will feel better on Saturday, so this is a quick two-day event and will be done in this single log post (here!) so it’s easy to post misfires all in one place but as always, you are welcome to make your own posts as well.

To opt out: There was a power surge when this technology fluke happened, so your device is now refusing to turn on. It may need repairs or replacement.

[As Nikola turns on his device, it's not hard to see he's out a cafe somewhere in Genessia City sipping a drink that.. he's not a hundred percent sure he even likes. But, he was curious about all this pumpkin spice nonsense and might just be regretting it a little.]

I've noticed recently that most of the cities save for Everglade have become.. rather festive. However, I don't have the slightest idea  why. 

[He sets his mug down and sighs.]

And I'm rather sure I don't like pumpkin spice now that I've tried it.  Now, please, can some one tell me why most of the cities seem to be celebrating monsters, torture, blood and gore? I'm afraid I don't understand even if it does uncomfortably remind me of someone I knew once. 

( [Embarrassingly Long Missive to One A.P.W.B. Dumbledore] )

[A Dark Wizard should never look so innocent or at ease. But Gellert encompasses both descriptors as he sits against a tree in the Fayren forest. His golden curls are artfully tousled and there is an open journal in his lap. Notes are scribbled in both English and German on the pages - as well as pictures drawn by his hand.]

This is a long shot, but has anyone heard of liquid luck? [His nose wrinkles delicately and he sighs.] It's called Felix Felicis and it is a potion that is molten gold if it is brewed correctly. The ingredients I can recall are...

Ashwinder egg(s), squill bulb(s), murtlap tentacle(s), tincture of thyme, occamy eggshell(s) and powdered common rue.

Does any of that ring a bell?

WHO: Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto versus Fayren (Styxx, 17, Trunks & whomever else)
WHAT: Upon the heels of announcing his claim over Fayren, Tsukihito decides to crush all opposition by hosting a mock tournament. The rules are quite simple. If the challenges win, Fayren remains free. However, if they lose...
WHEN: The Evening of September 21st.
WHERE: The Coliseum

( Twilight I found a shadow in my flame )

notes: takes place after this declaration.)

[The feed explodes to life with the sound of someone or rather something snarling and hissing. It sounds like a shuffle of some kind, probably between two beasts judging from all the fangs and fur. The video is shaky and the lighting poor but something big lumbers past within the shadows. As the creature draws closer, an enormous white paw stomps directly onto the phone cracking the screen.

The footage is still rolling but there's not much to see. There's a few more growls and hisses until the enormous white beast finally moves its paw off the screen. Finally the viewers catch a glimpse of what seems to be an enormous white...wolf? No, wait, that's not a wolf.

Definitely not a wolf judging from that oddly vulpine face and those tall fox-like ears. It's a fox! A huge fox with piercing red eyes. The fox glances down at the phone briefly and makes a noise akin to a sigh. It seems remorseful.]

The stupid thing broke--[Wait, did that son of a bitch just talk? Talking monsters is nothing new but what the hell!?]

I'll kill you next time! [It's yelling at the shadowy figure that's retreating back to the woods.] Mark my words!

Fayren is mine. This MY domain.

[Styxx had been thinking about this for awhile, and finally decided to turn on his phone to make an offer to everyone.]

I know everyone might have someone that they miss from their homes. Perhaps someone you've lost, or a memory, place, or story you want to remember or tell, so I'm making an offer for everyone to sketch those people or places for them. No charge since it's something to keep me busy. Let me know if you are interested.

[And then he holds up a sketchbook and flips through a few pages, keeping the more personal ones out of view.]

Some of my work.

[He shows a few sketches. Sketch 2. Sketch 3. Each looks like they might jump off the page at any moment, showing Styxx's skill and emotions all put into them.

Once he's done showing the sketches, he ends the feed.]

[The communicator is being held way too close to the new arrival's face. First you see the necklace that everyone arrives with - the stone is mostly red - then an unshaven chin, then a cheek with a rather impressive scar running up it and over the man's eye. There may be the glimpse of a black cowboy-style hat before the mouth becomes the screen's focus, taking over the picture as he speaks.]

I got the message and the maps but it's all very unfamiliar. What happened to Sweetwater?

[The device is turned upside down for a moment, causing a blur before dark eyes are staring quizzically at the screen.]

Am I talking to myself? Hello?

[Clearly, he's also unfamiliar with this tech. He only got this far with it due to the easy instructions it came with.]


[ooc: Still near the bay, he can also be run into by action.]

WHEN: Anytime in September
WHAT: Opera Rehearsals, costume fittings, cast mingling, whatever else

WHO: Anyone who wants to be involved! Actors, stagehands, musicians, etc.



Production was in full swing the moment the cast had been chosen and required personnel had been hired to work the stage. Between initial costume fittings, detailed staging, raw run throughs, choreographed dances to learn, and adjustments between scenes, the theatre is constantly a whirlwind of activity.

The scenes are relatively new to the stage; while the lines have been learned, this may be the first time they’ve been worked out physically with partners, and the rest of the cast proper- an awkward moment or forgotten line is more than likely to occur. At this point, the rehearsals are closed to just those involved and their closest guests- no photographers, no reporters, no real critics aside from the directors and your peers. So work hard and break a leg!

((Ooc: This is just a catch all for phantom rehearsal themed threads. Do whatever sounds the most fun!))

(She might be unrecognizable to the companions she has made, but she does look much more content. In Fayren, for those who care to seek her, rests a Unicorn under a tree. She is petite, moon white, cloven-hoofed and her eyes reflect all the wonders she has seen in the sea and on the land.)

If you can see me for what I am... (Some might be like the humans of her world - too blind to see the truth.) ...know that I now protect the forest of Fayren. No harm will befall it while I am here.

(Animals can be seen in the background, frolicking and forgetting their fear. Yet they do not approach her. She glances at them, watching over their play as if she is their guardian or mother.)

[Have a cheerful looking girl smiling widely at the camera, as if she has no worries in the whole world.]

Yaa-hoo, everyone!!

So, like, my name's Angelique Sheeran and I'm, like, new here in Genessia. Actually, I, like, arrived here a week ago or so, but, like, I forgot to introduce myself openly. I would, like, apologize but I don't, like, think it really matters, does it?

Anyway!! I mostly just, like, wanted to make this as a warning or an advertisment? However you rather, like, consider it, to say that today I'm going to, like, be around all the cities to get to know them and, like, everyone in them. I would, like, love to get to know some of you, or, like, all of you but, like, I know that's not possible. So if you want to, like, talk or something I'll be available on here or, like, you can come see me in person and get hug!

[She shifts to show a sign and that she's holding that reads "FREE HUGS".]

Because, like, there's nothing wrong with hugs and, like, they are a great thing to share! You don't, like, need to hug back if you don't like, that's why they are, like, free hugs! And they are, like, super healthy!

[Specially for the girl that will try to sneak and absorb tiny little bits of energy from each hug, not even enough to make people feel tired, though they may feel slightly breathless.]

🌙 The Arrival - Genessia City [action]

[It was early morning when this stark white traveler emerges from the Bay. Soaked to the bone and disoriented enough to ignore the hologram, this young man with white fluffy ears wanders down the street aimlessly clutching a green amulet in one hand dragging and a sword in the other. This disheveled creature wins a few odd looks from pedestrians since he's mumbling to himself.]

They stole it... [He grumbles under his breath with every lumbering step.] They lied. They stole it.

[The man comes to a slow halt once he reaches the other end of the street near the crosswalk. He simply stands at the crosswalk, his red eyes downcast. So perfectly still, he lingers there completely unmoving except for the slow rise of his chest. Tsukihito stays this way for what seems to be half of an eternity before suddenly snapping his head back and screaming at the top of his lungs---]

GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT ALL BACK!

[Once done, the fluffy eared traveler collapses. His sword clanks noisly against the concrete and the amulet thankfully doesn't shatter.]

----

🌙 In Remeberance [video]

[Looking slightly better than earlier, Tsukihito appears on screen fully dried and a little more lucid. The tips of his fuzzy white ears are still wet though making him look more like a lynx than a kitsune. It's kind of cute but be damned if he thinks so. Tsukihito hates to be called "cute" even if it's true.]

Why was I summoned back here? [The fox boy demands with a rather grave expression.] What do you want from me!? Return me at once!

Go pray to your foreign gods. I do not hear your prayers.

[He seems to sulk a little when he says that last bit. It's almost as if he's disappointed in himself.]

I'm naught else but mortal now. Go pray to someone else, heathens.

--

((ooc: the little moon god is back! any questions or such, hit me up on astrologian))

 [Action]

When Li woke up, the first thing she realized was that she was in tight quarters and the second thing was the sound of water. The combination of the two sent her into a brief panic, lashing out with her legs to kick open the pod with a violent burst as she scrambled out of the pod and on to the beach. She barely registered where she was before she was making her way to the cave entrance. Somehow, she'd managed to keep hold of the box and pamphlet she woke up with.

The sandy blonde woman didn't calm down until she had the water far behind her and the sky over head at the cave entrance and only then did she start to really consider where she was...and felt annoyed that someone had dared to relocate her in her sleep! 

She wanted answers and thankfully there was a conveniently placed hologram to help... Anyone strolling by would find a slightly impatient new arrival that didn't seem all that happy with the information being provided. But, at least she was smart enough to put on the necklace?


[Video]

[Sometime after her arrival and finding her lodgings...Li decided to try out her phone. It wasn't the first time she's had one. It's just the first time she hasn't stolen one off some pour soul.]


So, Let me get this straight. Some jackass pulled me from where I was yesterday and put me here with a bunch of other people and now I'm trapped. Fucking hell that sounds like the story of my life right now.

[Yeah, she's not thrilled in the slightest. Can anyone tell?]

So, despite what the white hologram princess said,  I only have one question. Where does someone get a decent barbecue around here? I'm partial to pulled pork personally. It's the closest to what I'd normally eat.

FAMA LOBBY

While she doesn’t visit the office very often, she’s always ready to take advantage of the large airy lobby on days when she is around to meet up with her agent. This morning in particular, she’s poised, leaning forward on her elbows against end of a long white counter, ceramic latte tumbler in hand and script bright on the screen of her tablet as she swipes through the pages.

Each time the door opens, there’s a fair chance she’ll take a glance over her shoulder. Should it not be her agent, she simply gives a welcoming smile and turns back to her business, if they choose to go about their day. Should they choose to approach, however, they’ll have her full attention. After all, she’d really like to meet more of the talent represented around here…

FAYREN BEACH
Feet bare up and lightweight cardigan billowing gently about her, Dove makes her way slowly up the beach as the sun sets, eyes focused on the waves as they roll toward the shore. Her week has been busy in all the best ways, but she can’t deny the draw of a peaceful oceanside evening and a chance to clear her mind. It’s been raining, she’s been told, but the break in the weather seems perfectly timed, and the breeze tossing her hair reminds her that maybe it’s alright to slow down… even if it means being alone a little while to do so.

She really should do this more often, even if she does look a little too solemn from far off. That Light in her eyes is different, somehow, as she studies the ocean and the pull of the tide against the line of the sky in the distance. She doesn’t dare step any further into the waves- not while she’s alone, at least, and certainly not in such a state of mind…

HANGAR QUEEN

…She’s got to remember they like to play that song here.
Dove can be found sitting contently at the bar, bobbing her head and absently humming ‘Danger Zone’ as she lazily scans the crowd and stirs what’s left of her drink. She seems to be fairly mellow, but it might look like there’s a hint of mischief in her eye if one looks close enough.

AROUND TOWN
Dove never does get tired of seeing the final release of her work out in the wild. While she’s modeled for years now, she’s always curious to see what’s been done with her images or, in this case, footage.

Depending on the city, she might be found watching… well herself in the form of advertisements for various campaigns. While her Nova City appearances are sexy and playful (if, in her own mind, a bit odd), those seen in Attleton and Genessia are much warmer and relaxed.

Regardless of the promotion, she’s likely to be caught shaking her head or nodding in approval, should anyone catch her critiquing the editors choices… and her own performance and looks.