On the furthest edge of Fayren, down a road and over a small bridge in the wooded area is Fairy Haven. Behind the doors of this guild hall is a bar that has been opened to the general public, and the woman who runs that bar is none other than Mirajane Strauss. She can be seen scurrying about, delivering drinks, waiting on tables, cooking meals, and chatting with folks at the bar who wish to drown their sorrows in the beverage of their choice. Whether you're drinking alcohol or fruit juice, the Fairy Haven bar has got you covered. There's also a little walking shelled creature that is balancing trays on the top of it shell to help Mirajane with delivering drinks.

So come on in!

(OOC: This is a post open to anyone who'd like to just have their character hang out at the bar or interact with Mirajane while she works. PLEASE NOTE THAT YOU MAY FEEL FREE TO THREADJACK!)

[As Camilla starts the feed, she can be sitting in a rather lush garden area, swapping her ebony armor with an elegant black dress.]

So... it occurs to me that I need to find gainful employment in this place. I cannot simply sit on my laurels and expect my siblings to accrue the funds we require to support us. However... I have no idea how to go about that, nor do I really know what sort of work I would be qualified for. My only real skills pertain to mounted combat, and playing the violin...

[She will just be hanging out trying to think of how she can support her siblings in paying for the rent if nothing else.]

Zometimes I vonder about my life.

[There's a moment where the camera becomes shaky before Rip comes into view. From the looks of it, the huntress is down at the shooting range and surrounding her are various models of guns ranging from hand guns to sniper rifles. She's muttering as she sets down the latest gun and adjusts her glasses and takes the ear muffs off her ears.

Surprisingly, despite being as reckless as she usually is, Rip does know gun safety while at a shooting range. She grumbles softly as she moves to write something down in a note books before moving to the next handgun, looking it over before dissembling it and then reassembling it rather quickly before putting the ear muffs back on and taking aim. She rapidly empties the clip and then sets down the gun.

There's a soft 'Pumkaboo' from behind the camera as it shits to show a target with nothing but bulls eyes in the center. 

Something catches Rip's eye and suddenly she's looking full into the camera and obviously looking at the Pokemon behind it.]

Really Pumpkin? Vat haf I told you about stealing my phone.

[There's a soft 'boo' before it floats over to her and rests in her hand. Moments later a tiny pumpkaboo is nestled under her hair while she rolls her eyes. Well, she needed a break anyway....]

...I haf been meaning to ask. Iz zhere anyone here zhat specializes in making muskets? My preferred veapon iz a Jezail flintlock musket. I zuppose I haf been getting a little nostalgic, but, I vould like to haf one again even if I haf not cause to use it anymore. 

[Then she paused and glanced towards the notebook once more where there was a piece of paper sticking out with a little bit of handwriting. Rip really had been doing a lot of thinking lately with everything going on...]

For anyone vho might care, Alucard left some time ago. Zhis time I don't zhink he is coming back. Vhich... makes me vonder about zomething he mentioned to me once... how do you measure one's vorth? Vith deeds und sins? Or zomething else.

I zuppose it is a silly zhing to ask.. but, I'm curious. 

 

A'ight y'all, 's been awhile since I made a post, I know. Shit's been goin' way good, tell y' that much.

Anyway. Reason I'm postin's cuz startin' this Friday, Jolly Eddy's is officially 'xpandin' the nature a its services. We been walkin' the good folk a Everglade safe an' sound all over their fair city for several years now, an' that ain't 'bout t' change. What we're lookin' t' do now's t' encourage folk from all the other cities t' come on over an' get t' know Everglade for theirselves, through a guided tour.

That's right. Take a moment, let it sink in.

Now it don't matter if yer a guppyshit or not. Everbody's always been welcome, an' we're here t' help open the doors, so t' speak. Tours is gonna come in two flavors: day tours that's gonna take y' 'round t' civic places like City Hall t' learn 'bout history an' the Undead an' Deceased Civil Rights Movement Headquarters so y'all can learn a bit more 'bout how y' can help look out for yer fellow beins' wellbein' even after death. An' for the really brave, we'll offer t' take y' up on a night tour a the town. Take y' out t' dinner, then go hit up Mystic's Alley an' yer choice a nightclubs. Yer sure t' have a bewitchin' time, sheheheheheh!

Anyone intrested, jus' give us a call. Promise we ain't gonna bite. 'Less y' reaaaaaally want us t'.

[Namur winks, and then laughs and ends the feed. There's a text note along with the video, listing the client number for Jolly Eddy's so that people can call in.]

[As the feed clicks on, there's nothing but black on the screen. The camera is very thoroughly obscured. Whoever owns this device must've bumped the record button while putting it in a pocket or something. Still, some muffled noise can be heard as the owner goes about their day. The general noises of Genessia city can be heard along with a feminine voice oohing and ahing at every car that goes by. That is, until a male voice cuts through the general ambiance with 'Nice ass, baby!' A moment later the feminine voice speaks up much clearly this time.]

I'm going to assume you were commenting on my axe, as otherwise making a lewd remark about the eldest princess of Nohr would be cause for execution. That said, I do agree with you, it's a fine axe... my darling Corrin bought it for me~

[There's a loud thunk of metal hitting pavement.]

Perhaps I should show it to you up close.

[Whoever cat called her let out a panicked noise and wasn't heard from again, though some laughter from the owner of the device could be heard. After that encounter, Camilla would resume her exploration, her revealing ebon armor and flowing violet locks making her fairly easy to spot should anyone come looking for her.]

Hello, my fair Genessians, Attletonians, Fayrenians, Everglade Residents and Nova City Spooks.

My name is Auntie Meme!

Are you love lorn? Lost in lust? Need a good pick me up, or just don't know how to tell the partner of your dreams what they mean to little old you? Well, Auntie Meme is here to help. I offer advice free and without charge from my treasure trove of vast experience.

Come to me with all your problems, my dear beanies; anonymously or not.

Auntie Meme is here to help.

[Rip had surprisingly left the apartment today without having to be dragged out. She was feeling.. restless and couldn't sleep. So, she decided to go for a walk during the day, still dressed in her lovely suits and carrying an umbrella over her shoulder to hide her from the sun. It was on one of her many stops in the park where she heard a certain... rumor.

And then promptly couldn't stop laughing for several minutes.]


Vhere, I von't deny zhat rumor sounds like something I might haf done at one point in my life.....my main question is zhis; Vho is this Thea I vas supposedly vorking vith?  Now I'm just curious to know. 

Who: Everyone who's anyone, including YOU! Yes, You!
Where: Everglade: GRAND OPENING: HAUNTED HOUSE AND ADJACENT HAUNTED "ALTERNATIVE" EATINGS
When: June 16th LOOSELY -> FORWARD
What: The Haunted House is officially OPERATIONAL, which also means, ALL HANDS ON DECK For Torchwood staff to make sure any collapses in utter chaos can be fixed asap and learned from. THIS INCLUDES A RESTAURANT AND TEASHOP NEXT DOOR!!! Not only is there all manner of vampire treats, but synthetic flesh that has been taste-tested by their resident youkai to get as "yummy" as possible, and also drenched in fear and other emotions from the haunted house next door. Please feel free to fill out a survey or try samples of their um... emotional flavors. Yup!
Warnings: While promoting itself as SAFE AS POSSIBLE: it's definitely on the creepy side. And Rose is VERY nervous about inviting 50+ kinds of species, some with severe bitter racial enmities, and many that eat each other. Just because they're Torchwood, doesn't mean anything; because she doesn't want there to be ANY violence!!! However, all blood (in the restaurant) is carefully bottled, and there are even flavors. Yes. And it's all human safe-too! Though humans are encouraged more towards the synthetic beef/lamb/duck/chicken, non-potato chips, and of course, human-i-tea (get it? humanity??? ehhhh...) But there will be no judging for anyone who wants to try the human-flavored synthetic flesh. You do you, and not all non-humans look non-human. And some humans don't look human either. It's a vast multiverse. Please don't eat/attack your fellow customers, kay, thanks.

[ooc: Create your own threads, threadjump like crazy, PUT IN THE HEADER IF YOU NEED SOME ROSE/NPC ON HAUNTED HOUSE BEYOND WHAT IS MENTIONED!]

W-what the hell?!

[the camera is somewhat buried in some dark space but is fished out and a startled Thatch appears, pompadour a mess-- shoulder deep in underwear, head pressed against the high ceiling] How do you stop the damned thing?!

[turning the camera outward shows an apartment being quietly flooded in underwear of all kinds. Women's, men's, lingerie, wide fronts, boxers and in all sizes too from about normal to could use for a sail in windsurfing to banana hammock that could seat eighty seven]

If I drown in this I'm going to kick someone's ass.

Name's Thatch, for those who don't know, Torchwood's newest operative. Though you could also call me a coordinator. [he leans back in his chair and lights a cigar because while he may be a corporate shill now, in his heart, he's still a pirate] What we do largely is... [he looks down as if reading off a script, seeming mildly amused] Act as a liaison for those with alternative food needs.

[he chuckles]

Basically trying to keep the peace as much as we can while letting those who need to drink blood or the like be able to survive without being hunted by the mob. But also so that those who might be a food source can walk free-- mostly without worry.

Our current project is building a haunted house for experimental purposes. Safety is a hundred percent guaranteed and we'll be happy to let the leaders of other districts, such as Cassian [he winks] to monitor and make sure we're on the up and up.

For that we need volunteers to go through or, if not that, at least give ideas of what would scare the hell out of you. High tax rates don't count.

[a draw from the cigar and he blows a smoke ring to the ceiling]

For those with [a grin] alternative food source needs. Feel free to submit anonymously what kind of food you need and whether it can be synthetic or it must come fresh from the tap. Let us help you help yourself.

Any other questions? I'm here all afternoon.

Joe... Joe would you stop sucking on smoke's back? Chim? Chim where the heck did you go you little monkey? Give me back my hat already!

[The scene in Ace's room is... hectic to say the least. Several pieces of scorched furniture are on fire, there's several busted open food boxes... which are also on fire, a numel has climbed on the back of a torkoal and seems to be trying to suck the smoke out of its body, and a chimchar is hiding behind Ace's head on a ceiling lamp, wearing Ace's hat.]

Do any of you people want to baby sit one of these guys for a day or two? I mean... I don't want to be mean, they're just curious and all, but I'd prefer not to have them stealing my hat, or getting into the food before meal times.

[He turns towards his chimchar without missing a beat, apparently only pretending to wonder where the pokemon was until now.]

Don't think I don't see you up there Chim. It was funny the first time, but you should get down there before I roast your fiery butt.

[The Chimchar looks startled that Ace addressed him and that his hand burst into flame... so it hops down from the ceiling lamp onto Ace's head, so that the hat is on his head while also on the pokemon's.]

Ehhh... close enough. At least one of you listens to me... now if we can just get Joe here to stop trying to inhale poor Smokes.

[the video opens on a large man sitting on a couch (and kind of taking over it) and grinning at the camera]

Hello, Genessia and all parts around. Name's Thatch, an newcomer to your fair-- world. Tell me what it's like here. Anyhwere you recommend a hot blooded young man to go? [he grins] Anywhere to not go? I'm open for suggestions, recommendations, advice or good old fashioned flirting if you're bored with all the above. After all, ladies, I'm free. [a wink]

Gentlemen? [he spreads his hands in a conciliatory gesture] Better luck next time.

[the camera flicks on to show snow. A lot of snow. And one very frozen, fairly tall, be-pompadored man standing in the middle of it, already getting covered. He's looking a bit blue about the face as well and is obviously not expecting to be out in this weather]

S-so, w-where i-is the n-n-nearest c-c-c-coffee s-shop?