Who: Lea, Dove, and People
When: Various points in December
Where: Lea and Dove's apartment (locked threads) and a park in Genessia City (open thread)
What: Various holiday event things!
Warnings: Lea being sick in one thread, various kinds of feelings and warm fuzzies throughout

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[Genessia City/Nova City - Coffee Shop]

A little frazzled, she had left the apartment to run a few errands and allow Lea to settle in without the stress of having her there, fretting over how she could help. She’d have to remember to grab dinner for them while she was out, as she had promised, but for now, she simply rested at a table outside her favorite cafe, ignoring the chill of the air and trying her best to enjoy the peppermint tea she had procured from the shop.

It had been weeks since she had ventured out for anything aside from training herself into exhaustion, jobs, or absolute necessity. The cooler weather and shorter days had only helped feed that dark anxious hole in her chest, and she had limited her contact with the outside world to sparse messages and rare calls, and even those had only been to let her remaining friends know she was ‘okay’.

…even if she hadn’t really been. But things were changing, just like the season itself. At least now there was a touch of hope on the horizon.

Maybe she’d bump into a familiar face now that she had found daylight once more.

[Fayren]

Some days were harder than others, and on those days, she somehow always found herself tearing through the forests of Fayren, using the branches as an obstacle course of sorts as she threw herself through the air in desperate hope of tiring herself out again. Training. That’s what she called it, even if her recklessness would have been immediately checked by her previous trainer. He wasn’t there to stop her, and her self-destructive behavior was carefully contained to herself, even if the fire at the tips of her wings looks rather terrifying for a setting with so many dry and crackling leaves.

Regardless, it worked more often than not, and she’d stop only when her wings were aching and sand squished under her boots in place of leaves. Always the beach. While she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to the inlet where she had once trained with Styxx… where she had last seen Namur… she always ended up on the damn beach, scowling at the way the sun cast its dying light across the surface of the ocean. It had once been beautiful, soothing even… now it just hurt.

Really, she’s not mad at you; it’s just the way her pretty face looks at the moment.

[Genessia City- Feather Light Studio]
On the days she found peace, she could be found in her dance studio, letting the music sweep her away entirely. From classical to R&B to rock, she moves as it commands, sometimes with her wings proud and present and others with them hidden away. Its the safest escape she has, and even when she’s at the front, checking her bookings and scheduled events and classes, she’s longing to be back on the floor, even if she has to share it with someone else.

Perhaps a partner might even help.

[Anywhere Else]

The cold seems to help clear her mind, and though the dark comes much faster in the day, Dove doesn't seem to mind it too much. It certainly hasn't stopped her late night wanderings, hands stuffed in her sweater pockets and Houndoom trailing beside her. Her mind is anywhere but the present, but the pokemon's sharp gaze is on watch, should anyone approach in the night.

Who: Lea and Dove
Where: Dove's- and now Lea's- place
When: A little while after Namor's returned home
What: Lea is moving in with Dove for both practical and personal reasons. There's a sitcom in the making here somewhere...
Warnings: Possible feelings and angst. And lots of boxes.

( To the East Side )

[In striking contrast to her previous broadcast, Dove is sitting alone on her balcony, obviously trying her best to retain her composure. Unlike her bubbly, presentable camera persona, she's... about as raw as she can be, far beyond what - under normal circumstances- she would deem appropriate. There's no hiding the red rimming her eyes or the blotchiness of her complexion, but it has to be done.]

If anyone is looking for Styxx Anaxkolasi, he's been sent home, [she manages smoothly enough.] I'm not sure who all he was close to, but I... I thought it should be said.

[And... that seems to be all. She checks her near-empty glass before switching off her device and downing the rest of it.]


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[VIDEO]
Hey guys! [Oh look, it’s Dove, hanging out on the balcony, swirling a glass of what looks to be sparkly wine.] Sorry in advance for the weird broadcast, but bear with me. I just need to get it off my chest. [It’s a happy video. She’s smiling. Everything is fine.]

With all the Pokemon showing up, it hit me that I’ve been here… well over a year now and didn’t even realize it, and that… even with all the weird ups and downs…[She makes a quick face as though there have been quite a lot.] …it’s honestly been one of the best years I’ve had in a long, long while. [She laughs a breath, almost as if she can’t really believe it now that she’s started thinking so much about it.]And… I’m so extremely grateful for it. Things at home weren’t exactly great, and here I’ve had the freedom to actually do the things I’m good at. I’ve somehow made the best friends a girl could have, fallen… in and out of love, and I’ve never had to hide my wings or make decisions for anyone but myself. I never thought I’d be willingly getting up at daybreak to have my butt kicked, or ever experience having fins or even enjoy going underwater at all, but… here we are. I haven’t felt this free in years, and it’s such a beautiful feeling finding people to open up to and I just…

[She shakes her head, knowing full well that she’s getting off track. She needs to hop back on it before she derails entirely.] I guess what I really want to say is just… Thank you. To my employers, fans, acquaintances, neighbors, and everyone in between, thank you. To my friends… I love you. Thank you for blindly handing me a second chance at finding happiness and putting up with me as I figure things out. [That one might be a little more pointed; her weird gifts have dragged more than one person into her mess of finally blossoming power.]

[She takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before leaping off.] Alright, sappy- [but heartbreakingly genuine] - stuff out of the way, I want to celebrate! I’ve got a couple of vendor friends who have graciously offered to set up on the beach this weekend for a… much… smaller… version of last year’s beach party, if anyone wants to join me. Bonfires, food, drinks, dancing, karaoke, sports, [she waves a hand. Etc, etc.] I hope you’ll be able to make it! New friends, too! The more, the merrier.

And if sand doesn’t excited you, I’ve also secured a private box the next weekend at Genessia’s Theatre. I’ve never even heard of the show, but it should be fun! [A shrug.] Just let me know ahead of time that you’re coming so I can check with the powers that be and make sure we’ll all have enough elbow room.

Really though, thank you all, and cheers to another year!


( More prompts (Clubbing, Beach Party, Theatre Show, and more below! )

 I must confess, the new additions to my household have been rather pleasant over this last month.

[ His device pans out over his living room where two female Sneasels are napping on his couch. One of them is particularly... pink. Also napping on his couch happened to be his Blaziken who was snoring away in the quiet afternoon. Nikola tilts his camera back towards himself and its apparent that he has a Misdreavus that's vying for his attention against the shiny Eevee snuggled away in his lap. ]

However, I seem to notice an interesting and rather entertaining theme with the ones I've caught. Namely, the majority being ghost types and a few dark or flying types if the literature on the Pokemon gracing our shores is any indication. I supposed if I went looking in places other than Everglade, I may gather more of a variety.

[He finally relents to reach up and gently pet his Misdreavus. Who seems to be rather pleased as she nuzzles into his hand.]

But, I dare say I find myself pleasantly content with what I have. What about everyone else? Has everyone else been having as much luck as I in finding companions among these strange creatures?

[It takes her two months to get around to playing the hologram the Tenth Doctor left for her, and even then, she's bawling and has to play it like 20 times before she can handle it. And that's even with holding Trunks' hand through all of it.]

[She can't wear the dog collar herself, though she debates it. Maybe with a cute Rose tag instead? But it's really not her. And it'd be weird...er for Twelve than it already is.]

I'm late on this, but yanno, if anyone needs this. [Plays the hologram through for them, and sucks on a lollipop, something they might recognize that version of the Doctor did a lot of. Always licking something.]

I um... TARDIS... [Deep breath.] He didn't want her be alone. Or me. So. She'll mostly just be open here at Torchwood, because I can't give up my key. I'm mostly still gonna be in the one at the University, with the Professor, but I'm trying not to just... fall back to where I was when I first lost him, 'cause it's different? Even though it still hurts. [Rubs her temples.] But he'd want me to carry on, all that.

Anyway... still accepting people for Torchwood. Scientists, musicians, cooks... whatever.

[Great, she is more a mess THIS time, than LAST time, blimey. But she lost Mirajane and Sarah Jane too, so that's probably why. And maybe part of her still thought he'd come back. Not that he's fully gone, because he's still here, it's so weird. Don't ask.]

Blimey, this is daft. Let's just talk about something fun instead, all right?

[Even though she takes down the framed mugshot and news article about them on the carousel, and grabs the dog collar, just sealing off the bedroom so it is no more.] I always used music to keep track of what universe and timeline I was in. You'd be amazed what changes, or what sticks, yeah? So everyone tell me your favorite song, okay?

Doctor, I'll be home in a bit, making... [Lasagna, cookies, pizza, spaghetti, it's all out.] I dunno, you pick.

I think my favorite song is Audioslave's Doesn't Remind Me. It was the first one I learned on bass here.

Who: Dove, lots of Pokemon, and friends!
What: Poke'Playtime and hunting!
When: July
Where: Everywhere (except Somorrah)

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[Action - OPEN - WINGULLS FROM HELL (week1)
Oddly enough, the model isn't looking too much like herself as she stumbles back through Genessia City, a scowl on her face and hair disheveled. While she's healing fast, she's covered in what appears to be peck marks and scratches, though whether those scratches are from the 'stupid birds' she's mumbling about or the branches she tripped over during her escape, the world may never know.


[Action - OPEN - Fayren Beach]
Even as she stands at the shore, ankle deep in the waves, she still can't believe she's been gifted such a beautiful creature. Her dratini, pink and sparkling bright in the waves looks as happy as can be as she shoots through the water nearby. Dove's other pokemon either play or laze about the beach, while her houndoom, ever watchful, sits just behind her, well out of the waves, but close enough should anything go wrong.

[Action - OPEN - Everglade]

Ughhh, she's back. Why did she decide to come back? While she's certainly trying her best, she definitely looks out of place. A pokeball in hand, she rounds another corner along the trail, wary about what type of pokemon -- or...person...-- might jump in her path.

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Who: Gwen Stacey/Peter Parker, Gwen Stacey/Video for All
When: July 12th
Where: The Bay, Nova City, Exploring everywhere.
What: Spider-Teens invading your peaceful world, sorry folks!

Gwen was on her way home from Miles world. She was going to see her brothers and her father and her New York. Right? That's where she was supposed to be headed. Right back to her world, where she was the one and only Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman, she was Gwen Stacey, drummer in The Mary Janes. Daughter of Captain Stacey, sister to Howard and Phillip and Simon.

None of this...literally NONE of it...had anything to do with waking up in a strange pod, with a weird necklace and weird, red money in an envelope. Her knee connects to the inside of the pod, waking with a start before it's even open and as she holds her knee for a moment, eyes closed tight as she hisses slightly, she gets that jolt.

That electricity down the spine feeling of another Spider-Person around. So, ignoring her knee pain and leaving her smart-phone and other fun consolation prizes in the pod for now, she climbs out a bit unsuccessfully. She's beauty and she's grace, she almost fell right on her face. Blame some severe disorientation at the whole situation, okay? She's usually a lot better about this kind of thing.

But that buzz keeps going and Gwen is grateful she's in her Spider-Suit, webshooters fixed firmly to her wrists. Who knows who put them in this situation? Who even knows if this other Spider-type is even remotely friendly? Keeping the mask of her suit firmly in place, hood drawn up, she follows her spider sense to a second pod in the room, one that's just starting to open.

"Oh...kay. This is a little too Aliens for me. Please do not...be that." For an old, old movie, it sure still creeped her out when she thought about it.


[Video - Several Hours Later: OTA (also open for action!)]

[ Gwen wouldn't call herself settled in. Nor would she say she feels too comfortable with this situation. The only reason she delayed so long in even getting this video out is because she was waiting for the return of the Glitches. These horrible moments where, when one is in the wrong universe, every cell in ones body gets Big Mad and tries to return home. Unfortunately, they cannot. Fortunately, there hasn't been a one so Gwen Stacey, just your average teen girl in a black tank top and denim short shorts, blonde hair a bit windswepped and wavy, side shave no older than a couple days or so and jewelry in her right eyebrow catching the sun, has seated herself on a park bench somewhere in Nova City. She has a backpack next to her that's zipped up tight, a journal and pen lying on top. And there's a soda and a bag of chips nearby, both of which she picks at as she talks. It's been a long day. She deserves the snack, okay? ]

Hi, uh...everyone. I'm Gwen. I'm from New York. Loving your city, I'm sure. It's been a real pleasure so far.

[ She doesn't 100% sound like it's been a real pleasure. And she's not smiling too much. It's not a look of resignation entirely? But there's clearly some small part of her brain that has 'F*** this shit, I'm out." playing on repeat in her head.

Listen, I'm just here to try to find a job for now. I'm a trained dancer, been dancing since I was three. I play the drums, and that I've been doing for almost as long as dancing. I'm an artist, I'm super organized. I worked at a coffee shop for a few months back home, so I have experience there.

Really, really leaning towards music and dance for employment, but for now I guess I can't be too picky, huh?

Just let me know if you have anything, okay? I'll come to you for a face-to-face interview. If I'm stuck here, and I'd greatly rather not be, but if I am...I gotta take care of myself somehow, right?

[ And that's the end of her video. She's going to stop recording now, waving slightly beforehand before closing and waiting for replies. ]

[ Really, Gwen? Really? That's how you're gonna be, huh? ]

[She wanders about in a daze, like a shroud over her mind. Unable to remember anything before waking up in that cave. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why can't she remember? It's almost like she was all alone in this city despite there being a number of people passing by.

For the most part, she was trying to find some place familiar, wandering briefly in Genessia, Fayren and Attleton before ultimately gravitating to Fayren where she sits on a bench with the items she woke up with. The brochures are useless since she feels like if she has no recollection of where she came from, she doesn't know how to feel about this place. She sets it aside and takes the phone, unsure of what it is as she absent-mindedly pressed random buttons until she unknowingly starts broadcasting a video.

The video shows her tired face staring blankly for a good while before she finally begins to scan her surroundings. Then, her tired look shifts to one of a scared child as she clutches her head with a hand.]

"What...is this place? ...Romani... Can't remember...

Who: Dove and Friends
When: June 20-23
Where: everywhere
What: ice cream, ages, and shenanigans

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[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?

[Private to Albus -]

It's time. Invite who you wish, but we've held off long enough. [He blames himself for the wait. Overcoming what he now knows about himself hasn't been easy and he has spent a lot of time going off by himself to think.]

[/]

Wizards and Witches in my world can transfigure themselves into animals. I know I am bright enough to accomplish it, but, as I understand it, I won't be able to choose my form. [He sighs and rests a hand on the back of the beautiful bird in his lap. Yes, that is a Phoenix.] If I could choose, I would want to be like this little one. What does a Phoenix have to fear?

Hey everbody, this saturday's a full moon, an' my girlfriend's birthday's comin' up an' I heard it through the grapevine she wants a moonlit beach party t' celebrate. So let's do it, eh?

Here's the thing. I wanna light up the ocean in Fayren so folks can swim without me havin' t' constantly be kickin' some dumbass sharks in the face. If y' got any ideas how we can do that, I'm all ears. 'M thinkin' somethin' we can put under the water, so if yer swimmin' or surfin' y' ain't gonna get blinded havin' lights aimed right atcha, catch me? Like more ambient shit. An' 'lectricity ain't a huge thing in Fayren but what the hell's a party without any music, know what I mean? So if y' got an idea how t' hook up a lightnin' spell t' a power converter or any other ideas how we can make a boombox work I'm all ears for that, too.

Either way, we're gonna set up a bonfire an' a barbecue for those a y' that eats that kinda shit, an' have other options 'round for those a us that uh. Don't. If y' catch my drift. Sheheheheh! Bring yer own booze or whatever the hell y' wanna drink, the rest's on us. Got a li'l schooner for sailin', boards for surfin', glow in the dark paint for art fans, an' music for dancin'. Everbody's invited t' drop in, jus' come by the beach after dark this saturday, got it?

Good.

Also did anyone else get a message sayin' they got a ranch now? An' shit, if y' know how t' do somethin' useful an' y' want a job hit me up cuz I got a shitload a hirin' t' do, I guess.

Peace out, Gatewalkers!

At the height of the day, a familiar face pops onto the network, her voice almost lost under the sound of the music pumping through the Studio as she weaves between the small clusters of dancers waiting their turn on the floor.

“Hi all,” she greets, slipping around a corner to the front of the airy space, tucking herself against a glittering wall behind the front desk. Maybe here she can be more easily heard. “So, if anyone is job hunting or looking for a fresh new gig this spring, Feather Light Studio is still looking for dance instructors and to fill a few other miscellaneous roles…” She glances around the corner as if to check on her last group, the smile on her face flooded with pride when she returns to the camera. “While I’d love to spend all of my time here, I believe I might have over-extended myse—“

She cringes hard at a sudden scream in her ear, face falling entirely flat and unimpressed, despite the echoed yelps of surprise from the dancers in the other ‘room’.

“…. and if anyone wants to adopt an delightful little chick, let me know.”

Though from the tone of her voice, she might immediately part ways with the baby bird now perched atop her shoulder if someone says they’ve skipped dinner.

Who: Dove, you, and her oh so lovely past
What: Nightmares and anything else ever
When: Nightmares March 11-18, everything else whenever in March
Content Warnings: More likely than not, musings on emotional/physical abuse later on

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Who: Augustine, Rip & their potential prey (Open)
What: Boredom is a terrible motivator, especially when combined with "blood lust".
When: Moments before Midnight
Where: Everglade

Notes: Mentions of violence, gore and cheesy romance? Odd combination but okay!

( Even good people can forsake their morals. )

Who: Dove and select friends (Lea, Styxx, /instertMoreIfNeeded)
When: Feb 14-18
What: breaking a bird~
Music: A Bad Idea

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[VIDEO]

[It’s fortunate, at least, how early her broadcast is this morning. Perhaps her agent isn’t awake just yet to see the mess that she is after an obviously restless sleep.

Not that she seems to be all that aware of her good fortune as she turns a weary face to the screen and shoves her disheveled sleep tousled hair back from her face. Her eyes, while currently ringed with a touch of pink, seem…a bit dimmer than usual and her cheeks are flushed with frustration.

She starts to say something, then runs a hand down her face, finally settling on rubbing her temple for a moment as she decides how exactly to start.]

Does anyone know of a greenhouse, or garden, or botanical something that might be interested in some new plants?

[While she’s definitely sitting in what looks like her bed, clad in a nightgown and surrounded by luxurious white pillows and a rather plush comforter, the rest of the room, while…surprisingly empty for a celebrity’s home, is now absolutely covered in vines and vegetation of various sorts, from bright beautiful blooms to snarling, tangled thorns. The colors and shapes are striking against the bare walls and across the surfaces of all her remaining furniture, but they seem to only be a source of pure irritation for the angel. Then again, frustration is much easier emotional for her to handle than fear.]

I’d burn them all myself, but I don’t think the building manager would appreciate it.[That, and she’s not entirely sure she has the control to burn just the offending foliage.

She drags a hand down her face.] Alternatively, if anyone knows where I can burn off some energy...


[ACTION-Feather Light Studio- Genessia]

One of the heavy black cloths covering the glass front of the building has been drawn back, but the lighting inside -freshly installed earlier that afternoon- is low and warm. To anyone who happens to pass by late that evening, they might catch the movement of a lone figure the owner of the space tests out the fresh new floors and sound system.

While the space is far from finished, the studio is already taking form. From polished wooden floors to the mirrors lining multiple walls, the makings of a luxurious dance haven surrounds her, even with the tools and building materials still stacked about. Water cascades down one glittering rose-gold wall into a cleverly constructed base, it’s splashing sound hidden under the steady music that seems to flood the location.

Despite the snow lining the window and ground outside, Dove’s wearing only a pair of loose
rose colored sweatpants and a solid black band around her chest- fitting for the brand of the studio in which she’s dancing.

Even with current events weighing her down, she moves powerfully…gracefully… almost impossibly so as she gives herself entirely to the music. For a while, it’s simply that, a girl moving across the floor, rolling, dipping, bending, and spinning… Once she’s entirely lost to the rhythm, she allows her wings to sweep from her back, flaring and tucking along with her.

A few minutes more, and she’s summoned a spray of that waterfall in the form of tiny, shining droplets that surround her, each filled with her Light and glittering as they swirl around her- stars, all at her command until the song ends and they hover midair in absolute stillness aside from the carefully controlled laboring of her breath.

Late in the evening or no, it’s quite a show to catch and she’s always fond of an audience, but as a fresh new business owner, Dove should probably learn to keep the door locked after hours.]