Event Log: May

[moustre]

Event Log: May, Moving Day

I. GATHERING The morning of the 15th is heralded by the sing-song voice of The Coven's coimeadai sidhe Nerissa Bell ringing through the hallways, seemingly unimpeded by the heavy doors or any silencing spells that have been placed in rooms. She asks that all those who arrived at the beginning of the month - not the new inductees, the ones from The Looking-Glass House - gather in The Coven's main room; she has some exciting and important news to deliver. Once everyone is gathered, Nessie (very much a morning person, and sorry to the anyone who isn't) grins and lays a hand on her chest. "Thanks to a good bit of your lot, we've managed to get things ready in record time - aye, I should start out with what I'm talking about, aren't I? Well, well - with the Parliament's permission, thank goodness for my Mhairi's sharp wit, we've managed to get a space for all you to live in outside of The Coven. You can still come and attend classes or talk to all of us, 'course, but everyone's been getting a bit itchy with such suddenly crowded quarters, aye?" Aye aye, calls some poor, tired student from the second floor as they pass through, and Nessie pauses with a slow blink before she laughs, shaking her head. "Anyway, gather your things if you have any and follow me. Or us," she corrects herself, as a few other Witches seem to materialize from nowhere. "Can't be out without a couple of friends, I suppose." As soon as everyone's ready, Nessie and her entourage lead them out of the courtyard, aglow with fresh flowers and the soft light of dawn peeking between the clouds. The spot they've managed to get isn't too far from The Coven proper, and it doesn't look much different than the rest of the Aristocratic District that it resides in - the only thing that sets it apart is the sign Nessie takes a moment to conjure up and hang with balls of light between two streetlamps. The Haven. "Named so as a respite for all you refugees," she explains as she turns around; she sets her hands on her hips, gazing out at the crowd, and gives them a small smile. "I can't stay and chat right now - Mhairi's still with Parliament even with the hours, and I've got things to get in order at the Coven still - but if you have need of either of us, we'll be in contact. We've a little mailbox set up in front of the Coven just for you lot, so just drop us a letter or some such with one of our names or both, and we'll be right quick about answering, we will. Within reason," Nessie adds, laughing a little, "'course, within reason. Anyway, find some familiar faces and have a lovely time, will you?" With that, and a few more little goodbyes, Miss Nerissa Bell takes her leave; half of her Witches disappear with her, but the other half remain to help keep an eye on things as the day progresses and to help with directing people to either houses or the barracks set against the Wall. While there will be no NPC threads this time - sorry! - we have opened up an NPC Inbox! You can find it here. While they definitely prefer letters, they do both have watches now like cool moms and can be contacted through that as well, provided they aren't busy at the time.

II. THE HAVEN Formerly part of the Aristocratic District, The Haven is just as well-kept and brightly-lit as the district it hails from. The houses err on the tall and ornamental-side, large enough to fit several families (or, according to the upper class, their one family, several dozen servants, and guests), especially closest to the Aristocratic District. They become a little more modest and smaller as one gets away from the realm of high society and nearer to the Residential District proper. Newcomers are shuffled here and invited to find somewhere to live - the Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in an program implemented by the Parliament, though if your character wishes to have anything extra - like maids, chefs, and so on - they'll have to pay for them themselves with their own earned money. Much of the landscape and fixtures are the same as in the Aristocratic Districts, though it lacks formal emergency services due to its roots as part of a district that already did. Much of the housing already has furnishing due to the speed at which homeowners were relocated; they were given enough time to collect their valuables, but standard furniture such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind for those moving in. Other houses appear the same, but the dust on the floors suggest these houses were left before the new arrivals even showed up - a reminder that the Cwyld can strike just about anyone, regardless of standing. Some may be familiar with this portion of Aefenglom already, as they took on the task of helping to clean the area up. Surprise, one could say; they were preparing their own future homes, for their stay in the city. However, another portion of this district has been opened up to the new arrivals: the barracks, the row of buildings pressed against the very edge of the Bright Wall. As the city's military force no longer has the same presence it previously did, the barracks have gone into disuse, and a cleanup effort has been in place since before the new arrivals came through the Looking-Glass House. For those who desire something a little less opulent, the barracks might just be the answer. The barracks can also be used for business, for a welcome center, a communal space, for anything that the residents of the Haven see fit to use it for - so long as the legality isn't questionable, on the surface. Not everyone is so happy, however. A very vocal group of younger rich people are set on harassing and bullying those moving into The Haven, and they aren't afraid to use a little magic to do it. Levitation, fake fire, real fire, sudden weather shifts, and threats to do more if they don't find somewhere else to live are all present - these aristocrats don't care for the new people butting into their lives, especially anyone who looks distinctly non-human or already have signs of their Monster traits coming in. There are others, though, who are quite pleased to have new neighbors - many of them weren't so happy with their other ones - and have set up little stalls to peruse and tables to sit at to help foster them in. These have everything from food to flowers, to expensive-looking trinkets and jewelry on them - the people running them are quite amiable, especially closer to the Residential District proper, and don't mind handing these out for free... or mostly free. The only thing they'll ask of any characters wishing to procure something from their gifts is to perform a trick - sort of like a one-man talent show. They aren't picky, and as long as a character does their best, they'll give them a gift. (Or someone with quick fingers could just swipe them off, given how unprotected they are, but that person will find their hands turning red and leaving similarly-colored marks on everything they touch, as if dipped in paint.)

III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES To help with filling up the larger houses - and even some of the smaller ones, and the shared rooms in the barracks - the Witches left over from Nessie's group have come together to set up a little roommate finding service that will run for the week. For those who aren't entirely sure who they want to shack up with, they have a small survey for them to fill out and post on the board they've magicked up in the center of The Haven. The board also very helpfully reads aloud each form for everyone to hear in a cheerful, monotone voice. It isn't able to be shut up, nor is it easy to ignore, being imbued with a similar kind of amplification magic that Miss Nessie used earlier in the morning for her own voice. It seems these Witches - or at least one of them - has a prankster nature... and unfortunately, it doesn't stop there. a. A LITTLE MISCHIEF While by and large the board will work as it should - a listing is filled out, put up, and read aloud for all to hear - for characters who aren't interested in doing some writing, or who can't for one reason or another, the board will take it upon itself to make one for them. It isn't going to be the most accurate at all, being either completely fictitious or based on a first impression from the board itself. This can range from "They have blue eyes, so you know they're a kind person!" to "How stand-offish, they must be a crook! A thief! A villain!" and anything in-between, including but not limited to: outrageous feats they may or may not have accomplished, poor hygiene habits, false accounts of incredibly embarrassing moments, and so on. b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON Not entirely content with just allowing people to write their preferences and call it a day, a few of the younger Witches have begun magicking small chocolates, hard candies, and bubble gum, and handing them out to new arrivals as a welcome treat. These aren't any ordinary treats though - they have one of three of effects: • Sticky fingers, meaning characters will stick to anyone or anything they touch. • Truthfulness, meaning characters will say whatever they're really thinking or feeling at the moment. • Desire for company, meaning characters will gravitate immediately to the first person they see, regardless of their feelings on them otherwise. Thankfully, none of these last long - only about ten minutes, and they can't be combined with each other; eating one candy with one effect will simply replace any other effects... Which might be for the better. The subthread for this can be found HERE, while any ones that are made up by the board itself can be simply written into your top levels or replies to other people. Have fun with it, and good luck finding some housemates!

Welcome to the midmonth event log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. As ever, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know, and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

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OOC QUESTIONS

[moustre]

ROOMMATES AND HOUSEMATES FINDING

[moustre]

Fill out the following form if your character is the type to participate, post it here, and comment around for some ??? profit! Since we know that character desires don't always line up with player desires, we have both an IC and an OOC portion to fill out; the IC portion is what gets read aloud by the board, while the OOC portion is just for plotting among each other - which can be done on this thread!

If your character wouldn't participate, but you'd still like to plot for housemates, just use the OOC portion of it.

• IC Portion (All of this should be filled out as your character would - if that means lying about any of the information asked after, or omitting certain things, go for it.)
Name:
Age:
Three words you'd use to describe yourself:
Favorite color:
Seeking: What they'd like in a roommate/housemate.
Not Seeking: What they wouldn't like.
Preferred living situation: With just a few people, in a house that house multiple groups (like an apartment or twin house situation), etc.
Extra notes: Pets, special circumstances, etc.

• OOC Portion (All of this is just for you, the player!)
Character name:
Character age:
Canon:
Choice: Witch or monster?
Preferred housemates or plans: What kind of characters/living situations you'd like. Need someone to bully your character into being nicer or less lazy? Want someone to help your character loosen up a little? Put your wishes and plans here.
Extra notes: Anything else, be it ways to contact you, notes about your character, and so on.

• <B>IC Portion</b> <b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Three words you'd use to describe yourself:</b> <B>Favorite color:</b> <B>Seeking:</b> <B>Not Seeking:</b> <b>Preferred living situation:</b> <B>Extra notes:</b> • <b>OOC Portion</b> <b>Character name:</b> <b>Character age:</b> <B>Canon:</b> <B>Choice:</b> <b>Preferred housemates or plans:</b> <B>Extra notes:</b>

Connor | Detroit: Become Human | Merrow

[plasticasshole]

The Haven: Part A

[Connor is fairly lucky in that his physical changes so far amount to gills on his torso and itchy skin on his hands and feet. It means nobody can really see the change in him, so he isn't being targeted quite as much as he would be if it were more obvious. Still, he's obviously moving into the neighbourhood, so he's somehow earned the ire of the rich young locals.

So this is Connor, looking very happy with the fact that there is a heavy rain cloud following him as he walks along. That probably wasn't the reaction they expected or wanted, but being a Merrow he's learned to love the water. It's really quite convenient actually, having the rain follow him around like this. Maybe a little uncomfortable for anyone he happens to stand beside, though.]

The Haven: Part B

[Connor has no need for food or even trinkets really, but the way a certain ring glistens in the light has Connor fawning over it. He doesn't know why, but he needs it. So he approaches the stall, and decides to entertain with a few coin tricks.

He flicks the coin between both hands, walks it over his knuckles, and spins it on his index finger before letting it hop to the finger beside it. He does such a good job that he gets the ring, a huge jewel-encrusted thing (the jewels are probably not expensive but who cares?), and he slips it onto his finger with a flourish. It does not suit him. He doesn't care. Feel free to ask him why he chose a ring over something actually useful on that stall, though.]

And Then They Were Roommates: A Little Hands On

[Connor doesn't eat, but he accepts a piece of bubblegum from a kindly-looking Witch anyway. You don't actually swallow it, right? It should be fine, aside from the immediate burst of half-information, half-garbage he gets as his tongue tries desperately to analyse it. Connor is in the midst of blowing bubbles when he's approached, and is unaware of the effects the candy has had on him.

He might blurt out a truth, accidentally get stuck as your character passes them, or simply follow them like a lost puppy looking for attention. And he will look vaguely confused the entire while.]

Wildcard

[My plurk is novicecity and my discord is novicecity#8049 if you want to hit me up for plotting!]

Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia | Witch

[defendure]

I. SAFEHAVEN

A. PERSONAL RAINCLOUD
[ So, harassment, huh? Honestly, even with the magical additions it's not like these guys can throw at Izuku anything he can't handle in that category...he doesn't know them, the attacks aren't personal or targetted, and it's all more a mild annoyance than anything else.

That doesn't make having a miniature rainstorm above his head any easier to deal with, though. Like, yes - he can handle it! But also...consider. He would like to be dry at some point again? And there's a very specific problem with this spell - ]

W-wait! [ He's quick to stop the first person he sees, although he's careful not to touch them (he's soaked through to the bone), shivering instead and trying not to rain on them. ] Sorry, but - do you mind going into the library for me? I need some help finding a counterspell, but I don't want to, er...well. Get any books wet...?

[ :( He's giving you the biggest green puppydog eyes. Help a guy out, please! ]

B. TALENT SHOW
[ The more welcoming locals are a blessing. Izuku isn't too drawn to most of the things they have - well, he does try a few tricks for food and flowers - but he sort of stops to look at a broach that's understated and sort of...pretty, he thinks?

He thinks his mom would like it, but he's running short on tricks, and he looks around, biting his lip.

His eyes light up when he spots someone he recognizes as another "newcomer". ]

Hey! Do you want to try to do a trick together? [ It's not like he can give his mom that broach right now, but...

Maybe he could hold onto it. ]

II. OH GOD, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (CANDY-COATED)

[ OOC: his roommate request thread, please feel free to apply. Since he fills out the form without question or complaint, we'll skip that part of the prompt...but Izuku is unfortunately very willing to accept candy from strangers, so: ]

A. STICKY FINGERS
[ Anyone or anything, huh? Izuku isn't as much of a klutz as he was before he got his quirk, but he's...still not the best at coordination when he gets flustered. So you can find him sort of standing next to a wall with his hand on it, very deliberately trying to pull it away and failing to look at all smooth or natural because, well, no, he's not trying to hide it?

Or you can find him accidentally brushing your hand as he walks by after having accepted some bubblegum, only to sort of yank your hand with him as he goes when they don't part.

He looks flummoxed for exactly two seconds before he looks horrified. ]

Not again!

B. TRUTHTELLER
[ If you want Izuku to be REALLY HONEST with you, by all means come over...he's just finishing up a chocolate, smiling brilliantly at the witch who gave him it. ]

Thank you so much! It's really nice of you to hand these out...

[ Maybe someday he'll learn not to assume the best of everyone. That's...not highly likely, though. ]

C. CLINGY NERD
[ And, well, he likes company! A lot! He's theoretically extroverted in that he enjoys people and their company, for all he's still residually shy. So Izuku thinks nothing of hurrying over when he spots someone, whether or not he recognizes them. ]

Hey, wait up! Do you mind if I come with you? [ Never mind that he has no idea where you're going. That's clearly not important. ]

III. FLOWER LANGUAGE

[ Hey, are you taking that quest-class Gardening With Class? If so, you might find one green-haired nerd murmuring frantically to himself as he takes notes, the bouquet he's supposed to be arranging half-abandoned in front of him as he goes through the meanings. ]

- It's a little odd, isn't it? I mean, not odd...but flower language varies from culture to culture. Even given that, and this being another world entirely, I think there's at least a little bit of overlap...

[ Though he's only going off of a very, very minimal knowledge of any Japanese flower meanings back home. The more popular ones, those he knows...the rest? Not really. ]

NOTES

[ If you'd like to do a quest or have me write you a special starter, please feel free to contact me for plotting via PM, at Maggie#0451, or at roseburst. I am completely willing to take wildcard prompts as well, so feel free to write me something unique if you would prefer that instead. ]

Prompto Argentum (+ chocobo) | FF15 | Monster

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto will be walking along with his chocobo!]

Haven - A - House Get

[So Prompto doesn't feel comfortable outright asking strangers if they want to room together in this strange world, so he takes a different approach (one he likes to thing would make Ignis and Gladio proud of him). He finds the first house that isn't too absurdly lavish with space in the back for Primula and basically goes "mine".

And by "basically goes 'mine'", we mean "ties Primula to a tree in the front while he goes to the Find A Housemate board". He posts an ad and just sort of. Waits a bit to see if anyone's interested before heading back to his new place.]

Maybe I should've found a roomie first...

Haven - B - Trouble

[Of course, leaving your giant yellow bird tied to a tree outside while you went to go take care of something means that when you come back, some asshole kids are harassing your bird. Primula is swatting and kicking out at them, but it takes Prompto running over with a hand on the grip of his gun to get them to stop.]

Look, don't blame us for any of thi--

[The asshole kids don't care, especially when they realize Prompto's looking a little furry. They start threatening him, tossing fire at his feet so he has to dodge and threatening to do worse.

Someone help him. Or just watch as Prim lets out an offended "kweh" and breaks her rope to swoop in and literally kick the kids' asses. Harass her? Fine. Harass her human? Apparently less fine.]

Haven - C - Shopping

[Eventually Prompto will take Prim and just go check out the little stalls and stuff because that sounds way less stressful. He can be found perusing, wandering, and (if he finds something he's interested in) occasionally pulling his gun out to do the little spinning trick he can do.

Yes, the safety is on. He's occasionally reckless, not dumb.]

Wildcard

[Come at me! I didn't do any of the food prompts but please get stuck to him, it'll be hilarious.]

levi | attack on titan | resting witch face

[dirtdevil]

i. start over

[ ah, the barracks. what fond memories of loud, unavoidable snoring and the smell of socks he has—far from the ideal living situation, of course, but it beats homelessness and... certain other unfavorable options. and while it's great that there's been an effort to clean it up, it's not enough.

not according to Levi, anyway.

no, he can tell the moment he steps into the building. dust. he can smell it like blood on the wind. unacceptable. with a sigh of heavy disappointment, he hooks a finger under the white scarf around his neck and pulls it up over his nose and mouth. ]

All right, everyone out.

[ leave this to a professional. ]

ii. zero tolerance policy

[ he's no stranger to bullying. while not frequently a target (despite being like two feet tall), he's had to resort to unsavory things like these in order to survive. it's amazing what you can get out of people when you've got a knife to their throat.

however, that was in the past, and these days he doesn't usually condone that kind of behavior. in fact, he won't tolerate it at all. perhaps you're the one being bullied in this scenario? that's rough, buddy. it'd be a shame if, rather than trying to reason with them, someone came up behind them and then punched them right in the goddamn face as soon as they turned around.

hot take: violence is a pretty good teacher. you're welcome. ]

iii. like craigslist but with wizards and shit

[ who wants a new roommate? not this guy. the benefits of living alone are practically endless: privacy, peace and quiet, being able to sweep fifteen times a day without anyone getting up your ass about it... a dream, truly. unfortunately, his refusal to volunteer this information just means someone else will fill in the blanks—something he doesn't realize until he hears his name called aloud. whether he likes it or not (spoilers: he doesn't like it), he's on the board now: ]

Name: Levi
Age: Suuuper old
Three words you'd use to describe yourself: Cheerful, upbeat, normal-sized
Favorite color: Fuchsia
Seeking: Platonic cuddle buddies, people who can reach the high shelves, you ;)
Not Seeking: Haters
Preferred living situation: The more the merrier!!!
Extra notes: Ask me about my serial-killer uncle

[ please don't. ]

iv. wildcard

[ do your worst! i'm @ clickboom ]

Maria Renard | Castlevania | Witch

[holybeasts]

[OOC: Maria's roomate hunting thread is here. Feel free to apply or mention it to her in any of these prompts or the wildcard!]

[A] The Haven - House Hunting!
[Ah yes, this is definitely familiar! Maria had come off and on between classes and peeping about the Coven's library to aid in the cleaning effort. While she's no cook or seamstress, she had always been willing to do the lion's share of the cleaning at home and so she doesn't begrudge helping here either.

When it comes to being told just to pick a home, Maria is a little mystified for a moment. The opulent homes remind her of the family home she lost so many years ago with their opulent designs and furnishings. She looks about a few of them and so may be caught in that way but inevitably she leaves them and gravitates more towards to more modest homes closer to the Residential District.

Anyone she runs across here as she looks through homes gets a light laugh and a quick explanation:]

I'm sorry, I didn't interrupt you, did I? I'm looking for somewhere with separate bedrooms and space for animals, that's all.

[B] And Then They Were Roommates - Sticky Situations
[All she's really trying to do is take a look at all the trinkets here and there, honest. And the food because frankly it all looks delicious. She really didn't mean to lay hold of your hand.]

Oh! Oops, just --

[And then when she tries to tug her hand away... well, she might just bring you straight with her.]

[C] Wildcard
[Feel free to drop me a PM here or PP me @ goodluckstarfighter if you have any other prompts you want to try or so on!]

Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Witch

[princessences]

I. My what big ears you have

[ Staying in Aefenglom long-term wasn't exactly part of the plan, but neither had been showing up in the first place. She supposed as long as they were stuck there, reasonable accommodations were worth the effort. The survey itself had felt a little silly, but she also understood the need to appropriate match potential housemates. She could only hope that she would be matched appropriately. Allura likes to think of herself as someone who could get along with almost anyone, but...

Well. She does have some of her own stipulations and idiosyncrasies. (And biases.)

That completed, she's keen to take a closer look at the properties and see what her options really are. That is, until she feels something wet glop against her back.

Allura freezes, looking over her shoulder just in time to see some strange sticky orange goo fall from her blouse, hit her skirt, and then the ground. ]

"Stick to your own, pointy ears!"

[ Her eyes widen. A princess doesn't lash back out--

--but her ears are great, thank you. ]

What? My ears are perfectly fine! It's yours that look strange!

[ Sorry to literally everyone around her with human-looking ears. ]

II. Go on, give us a show

[ After calming down, Allura decides to take some of the kinder patrons up on their offer for food, flowers, and-- ]

Oh!

[ Jewelry. She pauses in front of a table, clasping her hands behind her back as she leans over, eyes sparkling at the array of different pieces before her. ]

"See something you like, Miss?"

Yes, quite a bit. You have a very lovely collection. It's been a while since I've gotten to shop for something sparkly.

"I think I have something that might go with that diadem you have. Take a look."

[ He pulls out a golden brooch with blue stones. Allura straightens with a small gasp. ]

Oh, yes!

"You like it? It's yours."

Oh, I couldn't possibly--

"--For a small price."

[ Ah, there's the issue. Some of Allura's excitement lessens though she smiles as congenially as possible. ]

I'm afraid I don't really have a stable source of income at the moment, we only arrived a short time ago...

"No, nothing like that. How about a trick?"

[ Allura blinks, looking between the man and the next closest person to her--another magical refugee. ]

A...trick?

"Yes! You're not from around here, I'm sure you have something we would have never seen in this city."

Erm...

III. Oh my god, they were roommates

[ Chocolates and treats? How kind! They come in flavors she never would have experienced before until now--what is bubblegum, anyway?--but she's more than happy to gobble up a few. Well, until someone catches her, at least, then immediately holds out the small collection she'd amassed.

She's sharing! It's fine. ]

Would you like to try one?

[ Be careful, though. She may not be leaving your side for a while due to mutual gravity. ]

XX. Wildcard

[ Hit me up with whatever! Feel free to PP this journal or ping me on pluck at doggystyle ]

goro akechi | persona 5 | witch

[grakraka]

[II | Live For the Applause]

[A woman and her friends have gathered up a few decent pieces of jewelry to give to him, specifically, and the looks on their faces and the little shy giggles reminds him a bit of the way his fans would look at him. Well, he supposes he is an interesting and pretty new face, so it makes sense. They just want one little thing in return. He's from a different place all together, so maybe he could show them a neat trick?]

Ah... A trick, hm?

[The woman assures him they doesn't mean it in a bad way! But she'd love to see something exciting. After a moment of debate, he smiles. It probably would be best to just go with it. Who knows when he might need to pawn that shit for money? He can't make it as easily here.]

Very well! Stand back

[Taking a breath, Akechi leaps back twice, light on his feet, to get the momentum he needs, before jumping into a backflip and gracefully landing in a handstand. It frankly feels like he lost a little dignity for a moment but the woman and her friends gasp and clap in excitement. Akechi pushes back to stand on his feet and dips a bow, his arm coming across his chest with a flourish. Dignity might be lost but praise earned makes it worth it, like always.]

Thank you so very much. You're too kind. It really is just a simple trick but I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[IIIA | Call Out Post]

[Akechi had no intention of filling out a roommate wanted ad. For starters, that might imply he wants company. Terrible. But also, he just hasn't decided if he wants one or not. Do the pros and cons make sense? He needs to think this over carefully.

Unfortunately, he doesn't get the chance to do that. The board notices him lingering off to the side and decides to help out.]

Goro Akechi is clearly deeply depressed! He keeps smiling only when he thinks someone is paying attention! Isn't that sad? Someone like that really needs a roommate! Look at how spacey he is, too! Help him!

[Opening and closing his mouth in a moment of shock, the next second he leaps forward to try to silence it, waving his hands.]

Shut up! I'm not anything like that! You're going to make me look bad!

[IIIB | Closed to Akira]

[Aside from feeling a little clingier than usual, the candies haven't betrayed him just yet. In fact he isn't even aware they have other possible outcomes, so when he spots Akira, he has no reason to think anything could go too wrong on his end. He decides to check in on him mostly to assuge the need to be near someone and also get a status report. Two birds with one stone.

Well, and maybe because he sincerely likes being around him but he doesn't want to dwell on that too much right now. Better to just bottle up everything.]

Good afternoon. At least the weather is nicer today. I wonder if the weather here is like England's? [It could almost be like they were meeting at the station again like old times, chatting before the train arrives.] Oh! Do you want any candy? Some witches gave me a handful.

[Akechi holds out some chocolates and hard candies if he wants to sort through them.]

[Wildcard]

[feel free to make your own starter or hit me up at astronomia for plotting or to have me make a starter for you! also i am open to roommates so let me know about that!]

fordola | final fantasy xiv | chimera

[fordola]

The Haven.

a) [ Hecklers. Usually, they wouldn't get to Fordola. Until one called her a savage, a stray, a mongrel. Fordolas' gaze focused on them, her lips curled into a snarl. ]

Call me that again. I dare you.

[ Stop her from trying to kill these teens? ]

b)
[ Later, you'll find her at the barracks. A longing in her eyes. She'd helped clean them up, and yet... oh, there was a gleam in her eyes. Perhaps she could... nah. ]

Can't just start a military force 'ere, now can I? [ She mused to herself. Before pausing, as she looks to her hands. Were her fingernails always this claw-like? No. No, she had to be imagining things. Even if, as she stands and inspects, she seems to be touching her hands a lot. (The skin looking near hardened, closer to talons then fingers - on most of her fingers, that was.

Ah, denial.) ]

AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

a)
[ On the plus side, Fordola hasn't committed murder. On the minus side, she's been looking at this board for ages. How trite - she doesn't need to live with anybody. Grumble, grumble.

Even if she had begun to eat one of the chocolates - like hells she'd give up gifts after earlier - and she was beginning to feel a pained longing. A wish to be close to people. ]

...damnit. [ She snarled, under her breath, as she approached you. ] Stupid feelings.

b)
[ Or, you might catch her when she's stuck telling the truth about things. As she's inspecting houses, and, well. ] There has t'be a catch. There has to be! Sure, we 'elped clean up - but still. [ Her lips curled into a frown, as always, and she placed a hand over her oddly red eye.

She seemed to be distressed, however, even as she's stuck telling the truth. ]

locked to thancred)

[ ...It's later that she approaches Thancred, frowning. Admitting things was hard, okay. ] Uh, listen. Wanted t'ask ya somethin'.

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[ Or something else! ]

Cain | Starfighter | Witch

[lovebiter]

How deeply are you sleeping or are you still awake? - The Haven
[ Okay, back home, he'd have been pleased as punch that rich fucks were forced from their homes all to make space for his messy, bottom-rung ass.

But the people from this city weren't overpriveleged Earthers, weren't Lunar colonists or anybody he knew enough about to have any kind of grudge against. They were just... regular fuckin' people, ousted because some jerks showed up. And it wasn't like there weren't other places to go; plenty of rooms could be rented out, and domains left vacated by residents affected by the fucking fantasy plague weren't uncommon.

Something about it fucking stuck in his craw. Reminded him of the high-handed Alliance. So he scoped out the buildings without pausing to set up a roommate request.

Anyone might find him ransacking the place. Stealing silverware, removing left behind paintings and stacking them in alleys to be sold later at the end of the day. Table settings, paintings, fabrics, left behind clothes, anything easy to carry and squirrel away. He's not even fucking sorry about it. ]


A good friend told me you've been staying out so late - Dockside tavern - Closed
[ Well well well.

He hadn't even stepped into the rank, gaslit, salt-stained public house before he saw a familiar figure slumped over a table, bottles and empty cups stacked around his folded arms like soldiers defending a toy castle.

Cain shook out his ratty, ripped-end cloak, and his hair, like a dog. It had been raining outside, and the nearest patrons snapped at him for the spray of water. He ignored them, and padded toward the older guy on quiet feet. ]

Shit, shouldn't I be the one drinking myself to hell and back?

[ He reached for one of the half-empty bottles, lifted it to his mouth and took a swig. Warm, and awful. He licked his lips, pet a dark hand over the slumped figure's hair. ]

You been here way too long.


From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break - The Coven
[ He'd fucked up hard enough in one world that he wasn't exactly keen to repeat the experience, and spent most of his days doing anything that would make money. He'd gotten a hard rough job turning and planing and gluing timbers for ships needing repair, and it was backbreaking work. But after he grabbed some food from a street vendor and made for the Coven as regularly for lessons in the late evening.

He'd practice simple spells and tricks and the like in the courtyard while walking back towards his shabby rented room at the top of a shabby and crumbling belltower. Making sparks snapping his fingers, or nicking his fingers with a little pocket knife to coat pebbles in blood, trying with whispers to ignite the blood like lantern fuel. ]

[honoraboveall]

Haven: The Barracks [closed]

Another unbelievable stroke of luck, that they, interlopers, would be pushed into a fine part of the city, as opposed to say, a ghetto in the slums. In Korvosa, that's what would have happened; if they hadn't been killed outright. But instead, they were walking amongst the glittering buildings, to pick what they would want. It was all lovely and luxurious, the fusty glory that would not have been out of place in the noble's quarters at home.

But those houses weren't what made Symon pause, to look back at his companion, a light in his eye. It wasn't until they were before the barracks that he paused, his breath trickling out between his lips.

"It seems right doesn't it?"

Haven: Harassment
Symon doesn't pay attention to the jeers until there's the sparks licking at the edge of his cloak, his own swift movements to beat out the flame keeping it from catching in the heavy cloth. His fingers drop down to back of his hands, stroking over the fine, shimmering scales that had cropped up over his knuckles, touching the foreign flesh (his flesh), cool and slippery under his fingers. But he knows better than to show hesitation, discomfort or weakness for even a moment, and so he forces his hands apart, and lets one drop down on the hilt of his sword. He smiles, wide and lovely, his eyes hard and cold. He lets his gaze linger at the group for a moment before turning, catching the eyes of another outworlder nearby him.

"That's more along the lines of the welcome I thought we would have." His hand doesn't shift from his sword.

Justine 💗 Open [Witch]

[ishisstrength]

II. THE HAVEN

a. HOUSES

[Justine trails along the line of houses looking for one that will suit her needs. She hopes to find a small reasonable family home with a minimum of two bedrooms for her and one Harry Dresden. She doesn't know Dresden as well as his his brother but he's someone she can trust to keep her safe and it's a better option than attempting to live with a stranger.

Maybe they'll find people that they can trust to join them but Justine is uncertain. She's calm now but her moods have a way of getting away from her if she isn't careful and she doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone.

Her heels click along the stone pavements as she continues to make her way down the lovely set of homes. She has a small bag of clothes she'd purchase slung over one shoulder and is wearing the outfit that Ira had been kind enough to procure for her shortly upon her arrival.

She hesitates when she reaches a large screaming group of aristocrats and while she has no monster features, she does become an accidental by-standard of a magical down pour. Her hair plasters to her pale cheeks while her arms circle her torso. The group doesn't seem to notice or care that she'd been caught in the crossfire and there doesn't seen to be an easy way to dry off.]

b. SHOPPING

[The pad of her finger lightly trails over an ornate necklace she'd found at one of the stands.] This is beautiful. [Her lips shape into a warm smile as she lifts the glimmering stones, holding it in the palm of her hand. It likely isn't made out of an expensive material but it does look lovely against her pale complexion.]

How much is it? [She asks, looking up at the middle-aged woman manning the stand.

The proprietor looks thoughtful and then decides with a decisive nod of her head.] Show me a trick? I want to see some magic. You are a witch aren't you?

[The request causes Justine to hesitate. She is a witch, according the to Coven, but she isn't confident in her skills to be attempting something now. At the same time, she doesn't wish to relinquish the lovely piece in her palm.]

There isn't another way?

[Nope. The woman is adamant about seeing something spectacular.]

c. RESTING

[Justine finds a small patch of green around an empty bench to finally rest her feet. In her lap sits a half dozen young rose buds that she'd been given by a kind flower merchant. Her thumb and forefinger gently pinch the stem of a rose, rotating the bud as she inspects the young plant.

After a moment she lightly places the pad of her finger on the tip of a thorn. It only takes a little bit of pressure before a bright scarlet pinprick of blood swells at the pad of her finger.] You can do this. [Justine whispers to herself as she places the rose back in her lap with the others.

She doesn't have a lot of experience with magic but she has to try.

Her finger doesn't heal but all six of the rose buds in her lap brighten and begin to rapidly bloom. Justine doesn't seem to notice, as her focus is directed solely at the pad of her finger.]

III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

a. A LITTLE MISCHIEF

[Justine hasn't put her name into the roommate finding service. She has no interest in being pulled into a house with a handful of strangers and yet as she passes the board she hears her name called out along with a string of unfortunate and incorrect claims.]

"Looking for someone who likes sweets!" [She pauses in front of her board but she can't seem to get it to stop.] "Raven hair and pale skin; she'll wake up in the morning with a kiss!"

[She sighs. There doesn't seem to be an off button...]

That doesn't even make sense.

b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON

[A small chocolate rests in Justine's palm while the man who had handed it to her vanished into the crowds. She looks around and notices that they're handing out an assortment of candies. It must be safe to eat... She pops the chocolate into her mouth and enjoys the rich taste of the lightly sweetened treat. Justine doesn't even consider that there might be something wrong with it.

She begins to go on her way when the next person she brushes against gets thoroughly attached to her. Being as small as she is, Justine finds herself suddenly being pulled in a new direction and falling rather ungracefully to the ground in a tangled heap with the unfortunate soul attached to her.]

Oh no.

I'm sorry.

IV. WILDCARD

[ooc: you know what to do. hit me up on plurk if you want though mizuyoko]

rohan kishibe | jjba | witch

[expressed]

the board

[ As much as Rohan despises people, there's no doubt in his mind he'd rather have a say in who the people he's living with are than otherwise. It's a very simple decision that doesn't take long, but actually doing it is another. In fact, it takes him so long to decide that there's a shrill, almost comical voice coming from the board that's advertising his company for him - ]

Look at the way he's dressed, he's definitely an artist! In fact, he's been drawing for many years, he's well versed in staring at people for long, uncomfortable amounts of time. [ excuse me, ] On top of that, he is a WELL accomplished member of the art community, his hentai reaching national acclaim into his own series.

How dare you..!! I don't draw hentai, I draw art!

Get on board this gravy train! The perfect roommate to look through your stuff for, uh, REFERENCE!

portrait

[ He's set himself up at one of the vacant tables, originally using it just so he can sketch some of the finer buildings in the area. But the eager neighbors greeting them all came up with an alternative use to his presence, and that's drawing portraits. Nothing like people hovering over your sketchbook asking you if you can draw them, right??? They've given him some rather nice trinkets in exchange, and while it may not be what he wants, it might serve some use later. ]

What, another one?

[ He tilts his head up to see one of the nice neighbors bringing you over, simply imploring you get something done from this man. He stares evenly, waiting for the interaction to be over before he can begin. That same neighbor rushes away - ] Well, go on. Sit. [ - and comes back with a tray of treats from those lovely young witches down the way, setting it right on his table. ]

And what is it you wanted?

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Harry Dresden - Dresden Files -

[iminthebook]

I. a GATHERING

Harry responds to the bells grumpily but surely, and is there to hear the announcement, and to smile a little at it. He looks forward to the idea of having a place, and of asking Justine if she wants to move into it together. She was a touchstone, and a friend, and he wanted to help take care of her. So far, this whole working and learning thing had been going well, and he was not sure if it would continue to, but he was hoping so. The announcement made him feel more comfortable with things.

He laughed at the "aye aye" call, with many others, and then looked around at the milling group. Grabbing his things doesn't take long, and he knocks once on the wall of the room he has been staying in, smiling. "Thank you."

Following the crowd, he walks toward the new living space.

When he reaches the houses, he starts looking for one that he can share with Justine, and which could maybe have a little room left over. They don't need a giant space, but a little room would be nice. So he wanders, peering about, and smiles. This is all new, and kind of exciting.

***

II. THE HAVEN

a Protests

Harry encounters the protesters early on, and when he sees them picking on one of the new people who has more monstrous traits starting to show, he feels a flare of anger. When one of them throws what looks like real fire, Harry throws himself forward, words slipping from his mouth, and a partial shield, hardly good, and hardly liable to last long, flares into existence, if barely.

"Get inside somewhere!" He yells it back over his shoulder, then snaps more words forward. "Stop this! We're not your enemy!" He can feel his shield buckling already, even as the flame stops.

Whether they would listen, either the person he was shielding, or the person playing games, who could know?

b Friends and Food

Later, Harry finds the more pleasant people, who are welcoming the new arrivals, and relaxes. He wanders the tables, looking at things, and finds a small locket, one that is simple and copperish, with a black leather-like cord, and asks how much it is. When they ask for magic, he sighs.

"I'm not too good, yet, but okay."

Harry turns to face a small space where no one else is standing or near, and focuses, and does his best thing, so far, a small flickering lance of flame, more like a needle of light than anything else. Thankfully, that is all they wanted, and they clap and hand over the item. Thankful, he thanks them and takes it, putting it away to give to Justine, later.

***

III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES
b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON

Harry finds himself accepting a small chocolate from another witch, one he had seen at the coven and smiles, nodding to them, then walking around more as he nibbles at it. The taste is sweet, and he can feel something shiver through him. Oh no. He knows that feeling. Magic!

As he waits to see what will happen, he almost runs into someone, and speaks without thinking. "Sorry, I think I just got enchanted and didn't see you."

Asra Alnazar | The Arcana | Witch

[halfheartedmagician]

ii
[Asra is somewhat sceptical about the initial offer of housing, but once the terms become clearer he starts to relax further; it does make sense for the new arrivals to be moved somewhere with more space available, and it would be a lot to ask that they immediately be able to pay for the location, although he suspects that eventually the housing may not be as free as it is now. It's hard to imagine any city that would give away housing to a group of refugees and expect nothing in return, as much as he might like it to be true.

But for now he's content enough to wander and take note of the area, who seems to be ending up in which building, who are quick to share with each other, who seems happy with their choices and who isn't. And who of the native people here seem happy to deal with them and who isn't.

From outside the observation largely takes the form of the magician wandering aimlessly around the area, Faust curled loosely about his shoulders sunning herself. He stops a few times to take a look at the stalls and tables that have sprung up as well, and when he spots someone else interested as well, he turns a smile on them.]

Some of these plants look rather unusual, don't they?


iii
[The offer of free sweets immediately gets his attention, and Asra savours the small chocolate hearts that melt on his tongue and leave a lingering taste of roses, idly thinking that Nadi would rather like them, but that thought is rather bittersweet, a reminder of everything else happening in Vesuvia.

It brings with it a sense of lonliness as well, and instinctively he looks for a distraction and his gaze lights on a nearby figure. Immediately Asra finds his feet seeming to carry him towards them and he leans in a little, almost like he's craving to reach out and touch a hand or shoulder but stopping himself from crossing that line.]

Oh... Ah. Have you tried the bread here yet? I'm wondering if it's any good.

[Yes a totally normal conversation starter.]

Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia | Wolf turnskin

[bombingking]

The Haven

Harassment

[Those rich people harassing the newcomers are the worst. Fuck them. And they somehow know how to push Katsuki’s buttons.

Just like in the dream he first had of this place, he’s left with no voice. No matter how hard he tries to yell, nothing comes out, not even a croak. So he mostly looks a little crazy as he rants and raves himself without words. But after a few minutes of uncontrolled fury, Katsuki knows what he has to do: murder the fucker who did this. (Technically, just kick their ass but…)

So he’ll come stomping up to with a piece of paper and without any introduction, shoves it in your face. It reads:

Have you seen this ugly asshole?

Followed by a rather crude drawing of a rich kid with the witch version of a popped collar and boat shoes. Definitely looks like a rich jerk. Maybe you can help him out?]

And then they were roommates

A Little Mischief

[Like hell Katsuki was going to fill out a form to live with any of these losers. He'd already been asked by Deku to live together but he was debating just finding a shack and living there rather than suffer otherwise.

However the board seems to have a different idea: His personality might be like garbage soaked in sewage but at least he cooks and cleans better than any housewife!]

The fuck did you say to me!

[He stomps over to the board. Yeah, he might get in a fight with a board.]

Dinner Time

[So he does end up moving in with Deku and a few other absolute idiots. He's managed to survive the dorms so he can survive this right?

If you're one of his roommates, you'll probably find him working away in the kitchen, making something that smells vaguely spicy. Eventually, he slams a bowl of what looks like curry down in front of you without even meeting your gaze.]

Here. And I don't wanna here any goddamn complaints about it or your ass can cook for yourself.

Shenanigans

[OR IN A LESS NICE FORM OF INTERACTION. You might suddenly find yourself being assaulted by Katsuki brandishing a broom violently in your face like it's a sword.]

Were you the disgusting asshole who left their dirty dishes in the fucking sink?!

Awoo, Turnskins of Haven

[On the night of the full moons, Katsuki can't sleep. He's drenched in sweat, his heart is racing, and he feels like he's about to claw his own skin off. He's agitated and furious, but not like he usually does. This is something outside of him, cultivating and pulling emotions out to the surface against his will like pebbles from the bottom of a pond.

He stumbles outside to stare at the moons. It feels like they want to swallow him up. He shudders and looks away, only then realizing he's cut into skin with his nails by clenching his fists. Well, not nails... more like claws now.

Katsuki grits his teeth and lets out a hiss.]

Fuck.

[Maybe he's not the only one restless and out and about on the night of the full moons.]

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Peridot || OTA

[alienwear]

Peridot's overall demeanor has been trending on the grumpy side ever since it became abundantly clear that they're all going to be stuck here for a lot longer than she was hoping. A new house with less cramped living quarters sadly does very little to help her mood when what she's really longing for is her own sea-side barn back in Beach City.

I) The local youths aren't doing much to help her feel welcome, either. Being small, easy to fluster and very visibly non-human makes Peridot an almost comically easy target for bullying, and just over the first few days she finds herself on the receiving end of a disproportionately large number of their pranks and insults. They keep on throwing things at her, or they cast a spells that conjure never-ending rain clouds that hover over her head and follow her wherever she goes. She could probably use someone in her corner, if you're feeling heroic.

II) There are other stressors that she's contending with as well. Peridot learned a while ago that humans don't particularly enjoy it when you swipe their stuff without asking, but man, some of that jewelry the friendlier neighbors are offering up? She just can't stop thinking about it. She wants it. She's not about to do any tricks like some kind of trained animal to earn it, either. No, she has a kind of sense of entitlement about these shiny trinkets that she has never had before, and frankly it was only a matter of time before she acted on it.

Now she's freaking out because her hands are red, and now everything she's touching is getting smeared with the same crimson hue.

"Aaaaa--! No no no-- No, what is this!?!"

The sound is coming from just outside your front door. Yes hello, there's a small green gem on your brand new stoop panicking and trying to wipe her hands clean on your banister. Have fun with that.

III) Peridot doesn't have much need for the housing service since she's definitely living with Steven, but it's interesting to mingle with the other newcomers, and it's not like she has anything better to do. Plus, there's free candy! She has never been such a big fan of food, but. Candy is pretty great. She pops a chocolate in her mouth, chewing idly while she glances around the room.

That's when a pang of aching loneliness hits her. Something about looking around this room, at all these strangers... She just can't stand to be alone for another minute. The next person to walk by is getting a little green shadow.

IV) Obligatory Wild Card Option (tm)

Yako Katsuragi | Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro | Witch

[topslug]

[ A catch-all starter comment for easy reference; hmu if you want to do anything with her and I can whip up a custom starter below! ]

Ocelot | Metal Gear Solid | Ocelot Turnskin

[gunplay]

II. a.

[It's not as though he's looking for plainer accommodations, but Ocelot is drawn to exploring the barracks. Unfortunately, the clean-up and restructuring means he's not gleaning much of the military history from the place, but he does find a dusty dull knife blade sticking out from under a bench, which he toys with as he wanders.]

Wonder what kind of military they had here...

[Magic-wielding soldiers, maybe? ...Ocelot recently served under a Russian colonel who shot lightning from his hands, so he doesn't get to be overly mystified by the idea.]


II. b.

[Tricks for trade? That's simple for a man who spends just about every idle minute doing gunplay with his hands. He still has his revolvers--three of them--that he pulls out before the tables, and juggles them easily. No shooting tricks this time, he's starting to get conservative with his bullets since he hasn't found a way to get more, though he still has a bandolier full of them around his chest.]

[Before long, he has an interesting jeweled pendant, a bundle of white flowers, and some tasty street food. He stops gaining gifts when his arms are too full to toss guns around anymore, and settles for walking around while chewing on a baked sweet bread treat. But having the opportunity to show off to a captive audience seems to him the best part of the gift-giving.]


III. b.

[...So maybe freely eating the offerings from welcoming parties has consequences after all. A desire for company burns through Ocelot's blood. The urge is set just past reason. The turnskin cat part of him almost makes him want to rub up against someone... Well, he can resist making that much of a fool of himself, but maybe he'll at least follow someone closely...]

Vashti Venus | Original Character | Monster (Naga)

[subruo]

1. the barracks

[This isn't a nice show. These young rich people are clearly displeased - one sends a spot of lightening at the skirt of a woman, making her scream a little and jump back in fear. Another threatens a man with fire, telling him to get out of dodge before he leaves him a nasty burn.]

[Vashti grits his teeth - he's standing at the edge, watching it all go down. Of course, he could just walk away, leave it be, because really, he doesn't care that much, but...]

[Well, a "hero" never leaves a situation like that without lending a hand, does he?]

[He turns to the person nearest to him, his eyebrows furrowed with a serious frown.]

Ugh, these bullies....I wish I had my magic. I'd make short work of them! [He shakes his head.] But I want to stop this, regardless. Want to help me out?

2. the haven

A trick, you say?

[Vashti had his eyes on a pendant - a nice sphere of white with golden veins etched in its surface - it's quite the pretty thing! He has to have it! And yet, the payment here is...a trick?]

[He frowns, thinking for a moment, before stepping back - he asks a couple of the people around him to step aside to give him some space. When he has what he needs, and he's made sure there's no one too close to him, he lifts up his strangely-shaped lance, holding it nice and secure in his grip-]

[And then proceeds to twirl and toss the thing in the air. It sails, a quite visible blue and white streak against the sky, before it descends to be caught by Vashti behind his back.]

[Overall, quite a show - some of the people around him clap. He sheepishly scratches his cheek, waving it off.]

Ah, it's alright...it's nothing really special!

[Ever so humble, huh? But outwardly, yes, he's glad to take his pendant, though, beaming to himself like a boy who won some carnival game for the best and biggest prize in the world.]

3. the monster mash (tw: for mild form of self harm)

[He's never itched so much before in his life.]

[He's restless. In the evenings, instead of staying at home, he wanders the streets. He doesn't know why. Maybe it's some unconscious method of escape, of wanting to feel like he's in control despite the overwhelming feeling of being trapped - he walks down the valleys and roads like a tiger paces in its cage. He doesn't like this. The only changes he's used to are changes he's done to himself, in the past - but he's no longer that sort of person, is he? All of his otherworldly powers, gone. And now, it's just him, and his anxiety, and the pressing feeling of doom in his chest.]

[He's scared. He doesn't remember the last time he felt scared.]

[Vashti, posture hunched, scratching endlessly at his hands, wanders, muttering under his breath:]

I don't want it...I don't want it....I don't...

[If you take a look at his hands, you might see several purple and blue scales shining on the back of them. A couple of them have been scratched off, leaving some bleeding cuts. But still, he scratches, and scratches, because nothing seems to help. His blue eyes are sunken.]

[He doesn't want this.]

4. wildcard

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akira kurusu | persona 5 | puca

[scaling]

i. the haven

[ It's kind of fitting that the deck of playing cards spread out on the table catches his eye, the mirthful mask of the joker lying on top. Akira's not entirely sure what compels him to ask the price, seeing as he's never been particularly into card games, but the answer he receives is unexpectedly fun.

A trick? He can do that.

Plucking the joker from the table, he shows the face to the woman running the stall—then the card is dancing across his fingers in a show of sleight of hand, perhaps a bit longer than strictly necessary.

And just as quick, it's gone. The woman gasps, and at this point, either… ]

(1)

[ Akira seemingly produces the card in the other hand, holding it up to show that it is, in fact, the same joker. ]

How was that?

(2)

[ If you're close enough (and perceptive enough), you may feel the slightest brush of agile fingers near an exposed pocket—if you don't question him beforehand or just don't feel it at all, he'll turn with a gleam in the eye of an otherwise poker-faced expression and ask: ]

Can you check your pocket?

ii. and then they were roommates

[ He's been around the Haven a bit. Instinct took him to the apartments and smaller houses first; he doesn't really know anyone all that well yet, Akechi aside (and that, well, haha), so living alone for now seems logical. But something about seeing the unoccupied spaces felt a bit too lonely, and now Akira finds himself back at the board.

Looking over the various postings, a drink in hand that he got from one of the stalls on the way over, he contemplates. It could be a good way to make new acquaintances. All of the new arrivals he's met so far have been nice enough, and if he ends up rooming with someone he doesn't get along with, it seems easy enough to just relocate. Not like he has anything to really move. So— ]

"And this guy, here! Don't let the nerdy glasses fool you—touch his stuff and you'll end up at the infirmary! There's a real mean guy under all that messy hair."

[ Akira is momentarily startled when he realizes the board's blaring announcement is talking about him, but his expression soon smooths out. He sips his drink and stares down the board coolly, as if to say you'll have to do better than that. That sort of rumor is nothing new; try having it echoed in the periphery of your hearing for months. ]

"He doesn't ask for too much in a roommate: someone quiet, tidy, and with huge knockers!"

[ Now that has him inhaling quickly in surprise mid-sip, and you may hear a hacking cough over the message as it continues broadcasting. ]

iii. wildcard

( He's going to be around exploring the haven, so feel free to run into him somewhere else of your choosing! Some suggestions: (1) What's that noise in the attic of this unoccupied house? A ghost? A rat? No, it's just Akira. You know. Checking out the real estate. (2) After experiencing the effects of the sticky-finger candy for himself, he may try to hand out one or two to unsuspecting victims and see what they get stuck to. I'm sorry it's the Puca instincts he can't control them. (3) idk he's just chillin' at the tables or something come talk to him.

Always open to discussion and writing custom starters for people, so catch me at lunar#0512 or decimate and let's do a thing!! )

misa amane | death note | vampire

[lifespanned]

I. may showers

[ It’s pretty clear as soon as the new arrivals start trying to edge into The Haven that not everyone’s happy about it - Misa tried to stay optimistic for the most part, thinking that these are probably just snobby rich types that would be only bark and no bite. She was wrong. Turns out there are a group of those young rich types who are conjuring a dark rain cloud over her once they saw her eyeing one of the homes in The Haven, complete with thunder and a downpour of rain. ]

Ahhh!!! Oh my God!!!

[ Her shriek is a little loud for getting doused with some water, definitely louder than the laughs that are bouncing off from the triad of aristocrats. Maybe you’re watching because this is a funny scene, or maybe you’re genuinely worried - either way, if you thought you weren’t getting involved, you were wrong, because she blindly grabs the elbow of the nearest person to her and halfway drags them under the cloud too. ]

Hey— do something!! There’s mascara in my eye…

[ Her mascara does seem to be running down her face, and the hand that isn’t keeping a vice grip on your elbow remains above her to try and futilely shield herself from the downpour. What will you do - confront the aristocrats? Try and take her someplace else? Tell her to stop being overdramatic and to get her mitts off of you?? The choice is yours. ]

II. bling bling

[ Maybe the GREATEST tragedy of getting dragged here? Losing all her beautiful clothes and jewelry. That’s why she’s so delighted when she sees all the pretty jewelry in the stalls adjacent to the Haven’s neighborhoods - what better way to pick her mood up than to get some retail therapy? At least, that was the plan, up until she’s being asked to do a magic trick of all things. ]

Did you know they use tricks as currency around here? [ She needs to vent to get this off her chest, and you happen to be the closest person in earshot. ] What’s up with that? Misa doesn’t know any tricks!

[ She is looking to you for some solidarity in how completely bogus this set up is, eyes like a sad puppy and everything. Or maybe it’s to finesse someone into doing some tricks for her… ]

III. gossip tabloid

[ Like everyone else, the board proves to be a huge mistake to invest any time in getting near, because it doesn’t take more than a minute of her standing by it and not writing an ad for it to start advertising for her. ]

Just look at how petite and cute she is! She’s a celebrity you know - a model! Those charming looks of hers likely do plenty to divert from all the HORRIBLE scandals she gets involved in!

Scandals?! Misa Misa is a pure, innocent girl!!

[ She looks like she’s about to get into it with the board, like she’s about to start hitting it with her tiny little fists. ]

Look at that temper!! No wonder she wasn’t writing an ad!!

IV. wildcard

( anything else goes here! misa is a vampire and will start getting those slight vamp changes once the moon rolls around, so I'm happy to plan out anything having to do with that - you can contact me at ishimarus! )

lux crownguard | league of legends | witch

[interlucere]

🌈 o1. SMASHING GLASS HOUSES.

[ So this? It's embarrassing. Not necessarily surprising, but of all the similarities between worlds, spoiled rich kids isn't a hold-over that Lux wants to see. She's known people like this, has dealt with them on a somewhat regular basis for all her life, and while normally she would have some social obligation to keep her mouth shut, she doesn't actually know anyone here.

And so, Lux can be found dealing with with protests in two different ways: ]

( EARLY WEEK )
[ Harassing another refugee minding their own business (you, perhaps), their sneering reaching a fever pitch as Lux slides in, a seemingly genuine look of sympathy on her face as she turns her attention toward the rabble-rousers. Her posture is impeccable, and she is dressed every bit the way a woman of proper breeding should. She places a hand delicately to her chest, brows furrowed deeply. ]

I'm sure that this must be difficult for all of you.

[ Of course it is, they cry! Don't these plebeians understand what they had to sacrifice here— ]

I would be upset too if I had to relinquish the house that my mother and father bought for me. At this rate, you may have to take an extended stay at the summer estate. It's heartbreaking, truly.

[ The clear ringleader of the group stammers, clearly flustering as Lux continues to smile sweetly. Ah, this feels wonderful. ]

( LATER THAT WEEK )
[ It's mid-afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. Birds are singing, and Lux is having a walk around The Haven, when suddenly—

CRASH!

The heavens split open with a thunderous boom, dumping what seems to be an entire month's worth of rain on her. A group of Witches nearby cry with laughter, jeering at her and carrying on about how she deserved it. Lux stands there, doing her best drown rat impression; her mouth agape as she stares daggers at them.

There's about to be a murder in the middle of the street in a second. ]

🌈 o2. TRICKS WITH TREATS.

[ Lux isn't here to find a roommate. That, thankfully, has already been taken care of. But she's curious, and watching all of the hullabaloo from a window isn't nearly as interesting as being in the middle of it all. The stress of being somewhere new has started to wane, and she's slowly getting used to the fact that magic is so common here. It's strange and exciting! She knew that places like this existed, but Lux is still very much in the pinch-herself-she's-dreaming phase. She wants to soak up everything while she can.

Like how nice it was that some of the witches were offering treats to the refugees looking for a new home. It's good to see that they've managed to drown out the protesters at least. Lux doesn't hesitate to take what appears to be an act of good will for face value, thanking the (now snickering) person who gifted her a few colorful pieces of bubble gum; placing all but one in a pouch at her side before popping the remaining gumball in her mouth. Oh, it's chewy!

Blissfully unaware of the prank just waiting to take shape, Lux flits carefully through the crowd before something catches her attention—you. She stops, raising a hand and waving in your general direction. ]

Hello there! Fancy seeing you here!

[ Does she know you? Doesn't matter, because here she comes. ]

( OOC Note: Please specify which effect you would like! )

🌈 o3. THE PURRFECT ARRANGEMENT (closed).

[ Lux has come a long way since when she first arrived here. There is still so much that she has to get used to, but after sharing a room with someone for a few weeks, it seems much easier to continue to share the same space together. They can both have their own room and their own bed, and no one has to sleep on the floor if they don't want to.

Adding a third person made enough sense. There was a limited supply of empty houses, and not only did she get on well with Souji and Akira both, but they seem like they would enjoy each other's company. It's a practical—and potentially enjoyable—solution to their problem. Not to mention that she will finally have a bathtub again. No more uncomfortable trips to the bathhouse for her. Bless this house, she loves it already!

Placing the bouquet of flowers she was given earlier that day into an opulent glass vase, she sets that down on the long, dining room table with a satisfied smile. ]

There. That should do it.

[ Now it really feels like a home! Her face brightening, she turns toward the entryway, curling a hand at her chin thoughtfully. Riffling through the kitchen made her realize something she hadn't considered while house hunting. ]

I wonder where we would go to hire staff in this city. Maybe I should have asked while I was at the Coven...

[ ??????? ]

Antonio Salieri | fate/grand order | chimera

[amurder]

I. THE HAVEN

[To say there was something wrong with Salieri's current state would be a bit of an understatement.

Typically scowling but usually collected and composed, he now walks as though he's about to topple over any minute.

Perhaps it was the sudden influx of sweets he's been indulging in since he first made his way through the village, or perhaps it's the adjustment of new sounds he's been barraged with at every location he's meandered to so far. Whatever it may be, Salieri has had it. His skin is a few shades paler than before and he walks with a gait of one that seems to have invisible weights tied to his shins. It hasn't been a good day— housing situation aside, and these sneering youngsters seem to want to make it worse.] So you wish to test your luck.

How unlucky for me. [They must know something he doesn't, because despite looking quite human still they insist that something is wrong with him.

Or will be, that is. Regardless, Salieri is feeling even less patient than usual— and soon his dagger is unsheathed and coming into play. He's sick, he's aching— and he's probably going to try and gut one of these kids despite his own reservations.

Unfortunately for him... he doesn't see the flickering flame begining to blossom just underneath his feet- set to ignite at any second.]


II. A LITTLE HANDS-ON

[Of course, even if Salieri is feeling poorly he can't really resist free gifts... ones that are chocolate-coated in particular.] Yes, yes— I'll have three if you don't mind.

[Three pieces of chocolate that is. He barely lets it warm in his palm before he pops a piece into his mouth. Yes, sweets truly are the best medicine...

... except when he glances over to you and says.] Ah, these? They're mine. You can't have them.

[... He seems to realize how rude that was and clamps his mouth shut. Ok????]


III. WILDCARD.

(Salieri will be forcing himself to take a look at the new houses/places available to them, but he's just at the cusp of Turning so he's feeling pretty crappy, if not downright sick. I'm open to any prompts you'd like to toss at him- or if you wanna talk first hmu at jikaku!)