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[ateratmods]

Who; Everyone!
What; Pulse log; REMEMBRANCE
Where; Throughout the City
When; August 8th - 15th
Warnings; Will update when and as necessary


In the days leading up to August 8th, the city is abuzz with activity. Businesses in the Merchant district have posted notices they will be closed the following week in observance of something called “Remembrance”. The Aspects are absent this week, though that doesn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary, and it’s easy to get caught up in what is quite a celebratory time in the city. Harvests and meats are being brought in from the outlying farms, the main square is being cordoned into stalls for food, drink, and performances. The guard is more present this week, keeping a close eye on the organization and watching for any miscreants.

As the time of the festival approaches, a quiet excitement seems to thrum through the others here, young and old alike, and on the evening of the 8th, a commencement parade makes its way through the market district.

The procession, filled with musicians, dancers, jugglers, and the like, make their way from the fountain square to the center of the market district, where a crude stage has been erected in the square at the center of the market district, in front of the guard headquarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it does serve the purpose of bringing to the attention of those gathered those who stand atop it.

A tall man in a Guardsman’s blue uniform climbs the stairs, steel plates glittering in the midday sun. He has a stern countenance, and there’s a stiffness through his shoulders that suggests he isn’t overly fond of public speeches. He takes a steadying breath before clearing his throat.

“People of Aterat, those of us who were risen from its ashes and those of us who have been gathered to kindle its flame,” he pauses here for a moment, giving his address an air of gravitas. “Welcome. I am Captain Orson Khannar, of the Aterat City Guard. I was a guardsman before the Fall and I can tell you we stand as a shadow of our former selves, but we do stand. Two years ago, today, the Aspects descended from the Fountain, all that remained of our once proud land, they saw the ruin wrought upon it, and they began to weave. There was little of us left, but what stands was reassembled because we Remembered.” A cheer rises from the collected locals, along with a few scattered cries of ‘bless the Aspects’ and ‘long may Halcyn reign’. Captain Khannar raises a hand to still the crowd and after a moment, their cheers and raised prayers quiet.

“But we did not remember enough. This year, the Creator has provided, and we welcome among us memories from other worlds. This Remembrance, do not forget their sacrifice.” His tone changes then, and his piercing gaze moves across all those who have come here from elsewhere. “Outlanders, I expect nothing of you, but I offer you a warning: we are not your captors but we are your neighbors. As such, we will hold you to the same standards to which we hold ourselves. I am the Captain of your guard, and it is my sworn oath to keep this city safe from miscreants. That said, those of you who are willing and able, I would welcome your aid. Surely by now you have seen our fair city has its share of problems. My office is just there across the square.”

And with that bit of business handled, he directs his attention back to the crowd. “A Happy Remembrance to us all!” The crowd cheers again, though less enthusiastically, as a few look around at those gathered from other worlds, uncertain if they share the Captain’s willingness to welcome the aid of ‘Outlanders’.

The rest of the week is a city-wide party. The taverns are overflowing with merrymakers, there is wine and food for all, music at all hours of the day and night. Performers come out in droves, there are artists, artisans, and the like. If you can think of a festival occurrence, it happens at some point, though all the shops are closed for normal hours. It seems it’s quite the holiday, and you are welcome to invent whatever you'd like for a scene.

The Captain remains true to his word, and the Guard HQ in the Market Square seems to be the only place operating normally. There are regular patrols throughout the events, but Captain Khannar can be found most days in his office, upstairs in the HeadQuarters, should anyone like to question him.

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Captain's Office - Guard HQ

[ateratmods]

Captain Khannar is a busy man, especially during Remembrance, but he makes sure anyone of the 'Outlanders' who comes calling is brought to his office straight away. He seems interested in meeting the lot of you for some reason.

The HQ itself seems outdated and there is not a computer in sight. There are several not only guardsman but what appear to be constables at a few desks you walk past on the way upstairs.

Captain's Office - Guard HQ

[whereishe]

Yuna walked in shortly after his speech. She was wearing odd clothing, which likely identified her as one of the outsiders he had spoken too during his speech.

She was eager to speak to him, to learn more and possibly volunteer the Gullwings services to the guard should they become overwhelmed. She wanted to help in any way she could.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." She smiled. "I had a few questions if that's alright. I don't know how much you are aware of but I've been collecting information from when I first arrived here and I wanted to share what I had found and ask if you knew more that might help me protect the city too."

[ateratmods]

"Come in, you're not interrupting too badly." He motioned to a chair across from his desk. "I've read the reports, but I'm glad you came. What questions do you have?"

[brotherofagod]

Jacob was awkward. Not so much that he wasn't going to go and talked to the handsome guard but enough that he was noticeably uncomfortable when he stepped into the room. It was like being in a room alone with Nataila... maybe not as bad.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you captain Khannar." He inclined his head in a slight bow. He wasn't sure how to address the man but he didn't want to be rude. "My name is Jacob Miller. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I wanted to know about- well," He felt his face warm. "You mentioned a Creator. Where I came from. I knew the Creator. For my world anyway. I was wondering if you've met the Creator. I assume it's someone different. Which might be a silly assumption. I just arrived. I don't really know much of anything."

He was trying not to be awkward but the man was cute and Jacob was more than a little lost. In the past, he socialized only when he had too or when his sisters made him.

[ateratmods]

"Come in, Jacob." But he was already shaking his head as he motioned toward the chair across from his desk. "The Creator isn't a being you can meet. It just...is. It's in everything, you know, the trees, the rocks, etc. After the Fall, it was greatly diminished. What you see around you is what was left, and even those pieces were scattered."

[skyward_eyes]

Interest in meeting people is always an interesting approach for a person to take, and it intrigues Nida. One can learn a lot about the values of a place and what they do not want you to know by what they ask you. So, when the offer had been extended, he had come. His eyes darted around, attentive and quiet, until finally being led to the man himself. Once there, Nida offered a brief nod. No reason to salute someone he hasn't signed on with.

He's not the Boss. Not either of them.

"Just what does the 'aid' you asked for in the square entail? And does it pay?"

Tarot Readings! ~~ Open to All

[tapestryoftime]

Syeira had been performing on the streets for the last few weeks. It didn't make a lot of coin but it was enough to eat and that's all that she needed. She was used to surviving with very little and having a free room helped significantly.

By the time the Remembrance celebration began, she had everything she needed to increase the amount of money she made.

Her clothes stayed the same with the flat of her stomach exposed but she wore a cowl over her head and shoulders. It was the amount of fabric she could afford and it covered her vibrant blond hair and protected her from the sunlight. Mystery was important with these kinds of things.

The cards she had were all hand made and beautifully painted. Syeira began by flipping over a card and lowering her head. She listened to Nana's voice in her head. Hearing the comforting short clips of the old voice from her memory 'don't tell them too much, just enough, and stay away from the doom and gloom.'

Syeira lowered her voice but projected it like any other performance. "You." She pointed at a passersby. "Come-" She held out her hands. "Let me tell you what your future holds."

[ooc: please fill out her permissions if you want her to see anything intense or specific. Otherwise I will be reading card meanings through an RGN process and guessing!!! according to what is said. this is all for fun but I want to avoid the appearance of god-modding.]

[chaosvessel]

Vincent was here simply because the celebration was unavoidable. There were no traditional stores open, all were closed for this holiday, and thus there was nothing to do but satisfy his curiosity over it. He moved through the crowds less obvious than when he first arrived, having left his red cloak behind. In this world of strange commonality, his leather armor beneath fit in, even if he also left behind the bronze pauldrons and gauntlet.

Still, Vincent was easy to pick out of a crowd and when she called to him, her turned, transfixed by the depth in her eyes for a moment. He didn't want to know his future, didn't want to know that he would live forever, tormented by all the things he'd done, all the things that had been done to him, to watch his friends die and his world end, and yet he approached.

(OOC: You know Vince's story, and you're welcome to it)

[skyward_eyes]

Him? Yeah, that's not ominous. But someone calls, and Nida approaches, because once again he can feel that the woman isn't of this world. He can feel it with Siren's senses, and the GF stirs a bit, drawn to the power of the woman. There's something here, something more. Like with Caelan. Like with Yuna.

"No one can tell what the future holds," Nida rolls his eyes. "Not without time travel."

Yes, he believes in time travel. His youth and teenaged years were shaped by a frustrating stable time loop or three. Sucks.

[provokedultimatum]

Athala's interest was piqued despite herself by Syeira's set-up, at first glance she thought it was an Astrologian's set up but the absence of a planisphere put paid to that idea. Atha wasn't actually expecting to be called out on her loitering, glancing about in the vain hopes that Syeira had pointed to another passerby before accepting her fate with a grimace and stepping forward.

"'Ello. How exactly does yer farsight work then?"

Around - Jacob Miller [OPEN]

[brotherofagod]

PRE - AUGUST 8TH; AROUND & GRAY BUILDING

Jacob had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. This world was strange and unfamiliar but he was willing to take things in stride. He hadn't decided if this was good or bad. It was just another fact. Similar to the structures of the city itself; it just existed and there was no refuting that existence.

He just had to figure out what to do with the information he'd been given.

Jacob spent the first week wandering around aimlessly, exploring and people watching. It was unique but stressful. Each night he returned to his room in the Gray building and found himself sitting on the short windowsill to continue his inquisitive stare at the city streets.

It didn't offer him any answers or secrets but as the day's passed, Jacob decided that this was just another city and he'd have to find a way to live, just as he always did.

As the 8th approached, Jacob stopped and offered his help at the different businesses that lined market street. He was fairly skilled with a hammer and had the muscle definition of someone who regularly performed labor intensive tasks. Party way through the day he would tie his t-shirt around a belt loop of his pants but he didn't stop working until the sun had begun to set. Jacob wanted to spend as much time as possible helping the populace set up for the upcoming event.

AUGUST 8TH - AUGUST 15TH; AROUND

Now that the event was in full swing, Jacob didn't know what to do with himself. A lot of the businesses were closed for the week and while he'd made some friends among the city population, he couldn't find a job until businesses were opening back up.

He wandered around the various performances and found himself staring, watching, and listening to the music that played. He loved music and it made him miss his IPod. Once he found a performer he really liked, he'd find a comfortable place to sit and close his eyes to immerse himself in the song. Jacob didn't mean to wall-flower but he kept to himself and didn't look too ostentatious except that he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

Jacob could also be found at a few of the tavern's, drinking by himself and watching those around him. He liked the jovial atmosphere because it lifted his spirits and made him feel like he was somehow apart of the celebration.

More than a few drunks, men and woman, approached him to flirt or eagerly converse about the holiday. Jacob was polite but he didn't look entirely comfortable with these encounters. He looked more relaxed the more he drank though he always stopped and wandered home before he got too drunk to find his way.

POST - AUGUST 15th; HARBOR

Jacob took a seat at the end of one of the docks, staring down at the water as various thoughts fought for his attention. The sound of the waves lapped against the wooden dock and calmed the tension he felt knotting his shoulders. He hadn't grown up next to the water but he'd spent a lot of his free time by one of the nearby lakes.

It took him back to a time that didn't suck.

He fidgeted uncomfortably and would cast glances back at the nearby roofs of the buildings lining the water. He didn't know what he was looking for, maybe a masked stranger out to save those who didn't deserve what was coming to them or maybe he was looking for answers or maybe... it was nothing and he was finally going crazy.

He turned back to the water and ran his fingers through his hair. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Jacob didn't want anyone to answer but at the same time, he wanted something concrete to hold onto.

post

[soulsword]

Illyana had come out to the docks specifically to get away from the festivities and crowds. More than anything she simply wanted to be alone. Between the shared living quarters and the sudden outbreak of celebrations she found herself more than slightly out of place. She could not remember the last time she had actually joined in a party of any kind. In truth she could not quite remember how to actually have fun like that and in a way it frustrated her. Perhaps even pretending to be a real girl would not be possible for after all.

After the pieces of her soul had returned she had believed that she would have been whole. That she could have been a real girl. Yet she found herself feeling nothing as she watched the dancing and laughter of the festival. It was for that reason that Jacob's words actually managed to ping her attention. Too often in her life she had wondered those exact words about herself. Even now she found herself wondering what was wrong with her and if she was still just a broken copy.

"You are alone on a dock talking to yourself," she said in reply to his question with a hint of a smirk. He clearly had not actually been looking for an answer, but she felt like saying something. "Some say that talking to oneself is a sign of insanity."

Around - On The Wandering Home

[skyward_eyes]

He's familiar. It's been a while since Nida had seen the other man, but he's familiar. And lucky Nida, here he was walking back to the dorms himself, but from business other than drinking. He didn't dare risk the bottle these days.

Still, seeing Jacob, and knowing where he's come from, Nida can't help but follow. Not immediately, but definitely follow for a bit. Doesn't want anything to happen to him.

One has to wonder, though, if the man would even notice.

Around - Sorry for the late!

[stickyflippers]

Hopefully Jacob wouldn’t mind one of the performers approaching, violin in hand as he breaks away from a group he’d jumped in to and tagged along with for a while. Caelan felt much better to be able to join them instead of watching all the time. It gave him a chance to observe the crowds, watch for anything interesting.

He found this whole festival rather interesting, and the new information on what was up with this world was helpful... but he decided he really didn’t care much for the captain of the city guard. It was just an occupational instinct more than anything else, plus some of the way he’d put things were... irksome.

Still, he’d spotted Jacob being harassed by some particularly friendly drunk folk and decided it was time for a break. Caelan was pretty sure he hadn’t seen the guy since his first day here! So he approached with a bright grin, “Well if it isn’t my lucky charm.” Sorry, Caelan hadn’t forgotten that (and wouldn’t), but he was only teasing. “Ya enjoying the festivities, Jake?”

Pre 8th August

[provokedultimatum]

Jacob wasn't the only person who was helping with the construction, Atha had been putting her not-inconsiderable strength to good use hauling lumber and a wide variety of other extremely heavy and unwieldy objects.

"Mind yer head!" Atha's shout should have given Jacob enough time to duck before five large beams of wood sweep across the space where his head was previously located.

Opent To All

[soulsword]

A. Watching the Speech
When was the last time Illyana had been to any sort of celebration? In the back of her mind she could vaguely remember parties with Kitty and the team when she was young. Had she been innocent then? More so than she was now. It felt awkward to stand among people cheering and dancing. It was as though she was witnessing something that she had no right to be a part of. The cheering and exuberant shouts of 'a happy remembrance to us all!' grated on her nerves and her expression twisted into a half frown.

Things only got worse after the Captains speech. Anyone that noticed Illyana watching the Captain during the speech would also notice her over the top eye roll.

"Scott would be impressed with such emptiness," she muttered to herself. Some might say nobility, but those some did not include Illyana. Though she did have to admit she had a personal disdain for deities of any kind. One that she might allow to get in the way a little too much. "They seem so quick to shower these Aspects with reverence. Yet, what have they actually done? They resorted to bringing us here to fix their problems." She shook her head and then began to take her leave from the crowd.

B. 8th-15th; Tavern and Around

Every now and then during the event Illyana would wander through the party. Artists attempted to get her attention to show off their wares only to be met with someone visibly ignoring them. If it was rude she either did not notice or did not care. It was honestly a toss up to determine which it might be. That is until she found a stall with various pieces of bronze jewelry. A male merchant shouted out to her while holding a pendant that finally managed to capture her attention. It was a locket, round, made from something that looked similar to gold, and when it opened there were several crystals spread out in a star inside. The colors matched the colors of the buildings and seemed to be designed specifically to appeal to the Outlanders that had been brought in.

"Can I interest you in a festival charm?" The merchant asked her while holding it up. Her expression narrowed as she picked it up.

"I used to own something like this..." she said in a strangely quiet tone. Her Russian accent came out particularly thick as she turned it over in hand. With no warning what so ever she shoved the trinket back into the man's hands and then prepared to just disappear. A strange white glowing disc appeared at her feet and then as it moved up she disappeared.

When she re-appeared it was inside the Tavern with the smell of brimstone filling the area. And that would be how she moved around throughout these festivities. She made various vague attempts to join in but always found herself uncomfortable enough to just flee back to the Tavern or the docks at the last second. At least it was a familiar way for her to be. Back home she often resorted to fleeing when things became too unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her.

Speech

[skyward_eyes]

"One can't seek to rely on gods. Better to just off them before they wipe out your species."

Sure, he'd been standing there, in earshot of the woman for a while. Couldn't help it. When he wandered around in a crowd to listen to a speech it was one thing to be drawn to someone discontent. But there was something else about Illyana that had drawn him in. She was practically a beacon to the magical sense that Siren granted him. A more powerful source than many others he'd met here, and in a way that intrigued him. She felt...

Well, he didn't have words for it. Siren just let him know there was power. She could tell him nothing of it. There were more than a few people he'd met in this place who had driven him up the wall with different senses of magic around them, but none like this woman. Power, but something he couldn't define. It was frustrating.

And it didn't matter. What she was and wasn't didn't affect him. But her comment... Well, he hadn't been able to avoid the snark.

Tavern

[asthecroweflies]

The Tavern had seemed a good place to gather intel on these people they shared a home with, seeing as it was the place they were all getting thoroughly wasted and were more likely to let their tongues wag. So far, he'd not collected any useful information from any of the locals, but he had witnessed the sudden appearance of Illyana and the scent of brimstone on three different occasions.

At first it was startling and he'd left her alone. The second confirmed his suspicion, that she'd somehow teleported. This time, though, he took it in stride and even approached with a drink, honey meed, and he offered it with a gloved hand.

"That is quite the trick."

Holly - OPEN

[mobprincess]

Feeding time - August 8th; early morning, harbour district/around green building

She'd seen the signs around - most places would be closed for this 'remembrance week' party; everyone would be pretty distracted by that, and she figured most people would be gathering in the main square. Or at least, that was what she was hoping. She needed to eat pretty badly, and while logically she knew it would've been smart to pick someone pretty far out, when you're hungry your sense of what's sensible is pretty sapped.

Once she'd picked out some guy walking alone in the wee hours, it'd been pretty smooth sailing. Luring him away from the prying eyes of the street had been easy; the only tricky part, once she was koala'd around him with her teeth latched onto his neck, had been stopping herself before he went from 'passed out' to 'he's dead, Jim'.

But she did, and with her hunger well and truly sated, dragging his body some place hidden was much easier. He'd be fine - she made sure he was still breathing before leaving him to head back, though that was about as far as her concern for him stretched. Hell, with her mood and figurative battery recharged, she was practically skipping back to towards the green building.

It'd be a few hours before this remembrance party started, but she could figure out a way to entertain herself until then, surely.


August 8th - it's all kickin' off, lads

If Holly was good at anything, it was getting under as many feet as she could, and as she made her way towards the market district and the main square, that talent still held true. She didn't sleep much the night before, but after her little breakfast excursion that morning, she was in much higher spirits than she had been in the last few days.

Intrigued by by the street performers and by the general atmosphere, her attention was drawn this way and that, until some important looking dude stepped up onto the stage, and pulled her focus in yet another direction.

"Who's this dude..." She wondered aloud, technically to herself but certainly loud enough to be heard by anyone close to her.

For the most part, it all sounded pretty predictable, though the bit about miscreants and the expectation that they all behave did make her bite back a smirk.

Kinda rocked the boat on that one, huh.

August 8th - 15th; out and about/noble district

Oh yeah, the street performers were definitely a favourite. It felt like she spent a whole afternoon at one point just watching, starry eyed and open-mouthed, especially when a dude freaking ate fire!! Like, what? It was nuts. But of course, even they couldn't keep her attention forever.

Predictably, Holly could also be found skating here and there, exploring more of the city than she had before, including what looked like a whole neighbourhood of fancy-ass houses. Well, more like mansions and townhouses, basically left to rot by the looks of things. Slowing her pace, she turned from one to the other as she rolled by, part of her wanting to find the biggest one she could and break in to explore, but as she rolled to a stop in front of one home in particular, she found herself hesitant to do so, stopped by something invisible to anyone else but her.

Kickin' off

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis stood back away a little from everyone. He didn't have anyone to protect here and he didn't have to interact with people as much as he probably should be doing. So in that spirit he was standing around watching the stage.

Hearing someone ask who the person was, green bespectacled eyes turned to look at the woman who'd spoken. He wasn't sure the woman was addressing him specifically but at the same time it was rude not to answer when it seemed no one else was so he nodded and folded his arms across his chest.

"I believe we'll soon find out."

It wasn't long before they found out the man was Captain Khannar. And this was the first time that Ignis had really realized these people were just..people as he listened to the speech given.

Ignis had questions and this was perhaps a man to gain a few answers from.

Noble district - oops have more of the sealie

[stickyflippers]

Now these were a little more like the kinds of places he was used to getting up to the activities of a proper ‘miscreant’ as the new guard fellow at the event earlier had put it. It was both fitting and a little sad to see them in such a state of disrepair. No stuffy rich people were living in these anymore...

Who knew what dirty little secrets those who’d lived here had been hiding back in the day... Whenever the day was, that is. They looked like they’d been empty and neglected for quite some time.

Was he tempted to get into a little B&E style shenanigans to see if there were any remnants of those secrets?

Absolutely.

What stopped him from doing so however, was the sight of a small and familiar figure standing outside a house. “Well hello there, gremlin. What’re you up to here?”

Shalimar | Open!

[abreedapart]

A. August 8th: Arrival, around the residences and Red building

It probably said something about her life that Shalimar wasn't completely thrown by being brought to this place. Second time in her life she'd ended up stuck in a place that looked like it belonged in one of Jesse's video games. Maybe it was actually more than that if she counted some of the other weird places she'd landed in. Either way the strangeness of it all didn't manage to stir too many emotions in her aside from annoyance. That was the emotion that had taken completely over at this point as she headed towards the residential area. Her arms were folded over her chest and her expression was guarded and tense.

She didn't have time for this. Not with what was going on back home. Her family needed her and now she was here in this fantasyland being told she needed to fix someone else's fuck ups.

"Damn if I haven't had enough of cleaning up someone else's mess," she muttered under her breath as she entered into the red building. "Great start to this, Shal, talking to yourself." Then again who else was she supposed to talk to? Nobody else was here. A pang of sadness washed over her and she tried to shake it off her expression. The last thing she wanted was for some stranger to notice any sort of emotion on her expression. All she wanted to do was explore this building, get a good feel for it, and then check out the city itself.

B. August 8th-15th: Throughout the City

The speech had done nothing to sway Shalimar's mood in either direction. She could be seen off in the shadows, leaning against a building, arms folded across her chest, listening to the Captain speak with a minor scowl. There was something about the entire situation that made her uneasy. It wasn't just that they'd been brought here against their will. No, it had more to do with the idea that these "Aspects" seemed to be worshiped as saviors to these people. If there was anything she was tired of it, it was alleged saviors with too much power. Maybe it was paranoid of her to be so distrustful, but she had plenty of reasons to be paranoid after everything that had happened in the last few years.

She let out an audible huff and rolled her eyes as someone shouted 'long may Halcyn reign.' Somehow these people made her skin crawl, felt a bit too cultish and that was way too familiar to her.

Despite the jovial aspect of the performances and the native people (at least she thought they were native), she didn't seem particularly happy herself. She watched some of the performances from a distance but never ventured into joining in. There was something about the way the natives looked at her that made her wonder how welcomed they really were. She put her hands up in a gesture of concession to one native that had been watching her with suspicion.

"Trust me, I want to be here even less than you may want me here," she said before just walking away. Might've been a bit of a harsh reaction but she wasn't in the best of moods.

C. August 8th-15th: Tavern Drinking

They said felines were nocturnal and for the most part Shalimar was no exception. Night was her time to shine, sometimes quite literally when her abilities activated and her eyes changed to resemble the yellow glow of a cat. She seemed more lively at night and she moved quickly through the market. For the most part she stuck to the roofs, hopping from one to another with ease. Eventually she came down to the ground at the tavern. A drink or two seemed like a really good idea right now. Maybe more than two. After all this shit going on she really felt like she deserved a few drinks.

That was where she could be found most nights, drinking away the problems that came with being trapped in this place without her family. Was she sulking? Yes. Yes she was. She slouched over her third drink of this particular night while sitting off in a corner of the tavern. Any others who may have been frequenting taverns this week might have noticed her coming in almost every night. Each time she came though she kept to herself almost completely. She offered a few smiles to people that she'd seen before, more out of politeness than an interest in stirring up a conversation. That wasn't to say she wouldn't respond if someone tried to speak to her. She would. Occasionally she'd make a joke or a flirtatious comment to locals who wanted to know about the Outsider.

Every now and then when she catches someone looking her way she responds with a simple: "See something you like?" in a light, almost flirtatious tone. Might as well try to start up some friendly banter here and there.

City

[faithfulsupport]

Having decided to go see if he could perchance speak to the Captain that had come out onto the stage, people teemed around and it was so hard to move with barely any room to do so.

With a determined sigh, Ignis excused himself repeatedly just to try and politely and swiftly get through the gathered throng of people that had come to celebrate this week long festival. Even the streets of Lestallum hadn't been this packed, but then again the advisor hadn't found himself in another world there.

He was getting closer to his target when he heard a woman speak. Had he accidentally bumped into her or spoke aloud and hadn't realized it as he made his path through the crowd? So he stopped to look at her a little curiously.

"I beg your pardon?"

A. speech

[prodigalvampire]

Thomas looked over as he approached the red building himself, distracted as he thought back over the speech he'd just witnessed. He didn't know if he bought everything that was being peddled around here, but he knew he wasn't in Chicago anymore, or anywhere in the Nevernever which was even more disturbing.

He recognized the voice before she came into view, and a smile broke his lips. It wasn't much as far as familiarity went, but it was something to cling to when everything else was circling around a drain.

"You're right, Shalimar. Talking to yourself's a bad habit to start."

C Tavern!

[stickyflippers]

There were quite a few people in this place that could relate to being more than a little miffed with being trapped in a strange world without their family (blood or found). Caelan himself wasn’t sulking exactly, not to the eyes of the average person. No, he was continuing to perform or socializing with a cheerful mask in place while he inwardly wanted to put sea urchins in the aspects’ (and that new guard guy’s) beds till they got fed up and sent him home.

Tonight the selkie was distracting himself with a drink and a little people watching at the tavern after spending most of his day among the entertainers. When one of said people he’d been watching spoke up, he raised a brow with a little grin. “Yeah, I do.” He gestured at her table lightly, specifically one of the empty chairs. “A free seat. Mind if I steal it?” If Caelan wasn’t mistaken, he’d seen the woman come and go from the red building a few times.