by the time everyone had shuffled out of their ‘ prisons ‘ and back to the           grind of daily life, something ingrained its roots so far deep into his mind           that he could do nothing but run it all in his head repetitively. 

          pike was here-- she was okay...

          ...and she didn’t remember. 

          it was a risk going to see her, or at least look for her. by the time he made           it back to sit with her, the lockdown had ended and people had shuffled            home. asking around gave him some kind of starting point but where it            would ultimately lead him-- he had no idea. 

          his inquiries and research led him to where he was now, knocking on a            pretty average wooden door with an armful of throw blankets and a            grocery bag of instant hand-warmers. even if she wouldn’t take them,            which was most likely, at least there had to be some way to get these           to people who could use them.

       ❝ hello. is anyone home ? ❞

@vagabovnd

vriibus‌

                       vex’ahlia  pulled  her  head  back  so  she  could  look  at  him  and  give  him  a  smile.  ‘  darling  im  thankful  for  that  as  well.  ‘  the  longer  she  was  in  this  town  the  stranger  things  got.  vex’ahlia  was  just  glad  she  had  percy  on  her  side.  

               ‘  i  remember  being  in  whitestone  and  you  killing  kerrion  and  then  i  woke  up  here.  ‘  even  if  that  was  the  mast  point  she  remember  keyleth  told  her  there  was  more  that  happens.  and  the  longer  she  did  things  here  the  more  she  remembers.  ‘  but  ive  been  getting  more  memories  each  day.  and  i  have  this  sinking  feeling  that  i  dont  remember things  i  should.  ‘  vex  said  with  a  light  shake  of  her  head  before  looking  up  at  him.  ‘  what  about  you  what  do  you  remember? ‘

     ❝ ah... so that’s the last thing you have... ❞ strange, it was as he remembered          much more than she. perhaps it would be better to leave the misfortunes of          his future to a minimum. ❝ i have just a bit more, perhaps a few weeks or a          month most but it’s incredibly fuzzy. ❞ it was a lie, true, but aiding to the           strains of an unfamiliar place without explanation by giving insight to his           own demise wouldn’t do much to help the situation any. if anything,           his being present now was a gift as opposed to some kind of curse. 

vagabovnd‌

Pike held her rosary tightly in her hands, the wood leaving an indent in her hands and the beads dangling down. It didn’t feel right. Praying, that felt right. But the symbol was wrong, almost, and Pike didn’t know why. As though there should have been something else in her hands, devotion to another god. She’d never dare confess this to the other sisters, she could tell what they’d think of her, but the feeling still remained. Lost in her thoughts, it took her a moment to notice the man and then when she did, her face erupted into redness. He was handsome, that was her first thought. The second was that she’d forgotten her manners and completely neglected a hello—or Pike’s much more favored ‘hey’. “H-hi-ey-o–” Hello, Hi and Hey all meshed together in one fumble of a word. “I mean, no–” Pike coughed, regarding the man again. He was handsome, she’d noticed that before, but he also was painfully familiar. Just as in the ways the rosary in her hand felt foreign, this man felt like he belonged in a manner Pike couldn’t explain. 

“I’ll be fine! Others might need it more and I’ve never really been one to feel cold,” Pike smiled at him, shaking her head and denying the help. A brave face, to make sure the others felt the way she pretended to be. Someone needed to be an anchor, and Pike was willing to have that role fall to herself. “I, uh–” she bit her lip, “I like your hair.”

         ❝ hello. ❞ his repeated greeting is followed by something akin to a chuckle.             it was a distant familiarity that had changed over years of interaction,              conversations, death and near death experiences-- it was almost as if the             slate had been wiped clean. ❝ why thank you. yours is lovely as well. ❞

            he sifts through the hand-heaters, pulling out two and giving them a good              shake. ❝ i know you would rather i attend to others first, but something              is telling me that it’s about time someone saw to you for a change.              so please, warm up a little bit. we have plenty of blankets too, but i can              stop by again on the loop back. ❞

            as much as he wanted to sit by her and take refuge in the fact that she             was there, safe, and alive, it would’ve been better to play it safe.              clearly she had no recollection of who he was. if he wanted to help her             remember or even help her to re-meet, he’d have to act as detached as             she was. none of his memories were allowed to carry over, not now. 

stealthyhearts‌

Somehow, he couldn’t stop thinking about Vex’ahlia, everything she said, how she looked, and how she had succeeded to get into his head. He didn’t know her, he kept thinking, she had to get the hell out of his mind. But it was hurting to even think about it. Taking a deep breath as he was sitting here, playing with his daggers to relax himself a little bit more, he tried to forget about the voices in his dream, his own, and hers.

Do not go far from me. I won’t, I swear.

Moving a hand up on his face, Vax couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. “Fuck.” He murmured. “Hey man, you ever got someone stuck in your head even if you don’t want her up here?” He asked the closest person, actually not even looking up at him now. He just wanted Vex out of his head, no matter what he had to do for that.

@pfvmkderiii​ 

         ❝ pardon ? ❞ the last thing percival is doing is paying attention to others             in a place like this. he’s only here because it was government assigned             and he had to follow the rules lest he be taken by force. at least, that’s              the worst case scenario he came up with. of course he’d be compliant             if it was a citywide lockdown. ❝ oh, of course. i always have names and            faces stuck in my head... it’s-- ❞ 

           a simple turn is all it takes to recognize the face and the voice that so            suddenly accompanies it. one by one, the weight of uncertainty leaves           him with nothing but a sweet release. that gods vax’ildan is alright.

       ❝ it’s a comfort sometimes, moreso than a hinderance-- to know that            there’s something about someone that sticks with you. it must mean           they’re important in some way and our minds are trying to tell us that. ❞ 

irresistiibles‌

@pfvmkderiii / percival & rita

it was a boring article that she was sure everyone would be working on. events like this and every news site under the sun would be putting something out about the storm. still, rita knew if she didn’t she’d look like an absolute fool, or at the very least get some questions about why she had the time to talk about celebrities but not an event where people got hurt. she needed to have some work prepared in case a magazine wanted something from her about all this nonsense. despite her reluctance she knew she’d have to write something, even if it was short, and that meant collecting stuff to work with. “excuse me.” rita didn’t care who she talked to, after all, this was a throw away piece, and just approached someone close. “i’m with the press. i was hoping i could get a quote about your experience with the storm, or just how it’s left you feeling.” 

         an interview ? at a time like this ? he wasn’t against it, in fact, he was           moreso curious than anything. ❝ alright, what do you need from me         exactly ? ❞ his main concern above all was the fact that if he answered           any questions or aided in whatever column this was for, there was no           guarantee that it would get published or even distributed. with this            weather, the worst thing would be to try and traverse the dangerous            terrain to do something like print a story-- unless it was virtual. it was            still difficult to remember the technology in a place like this. ❝ should            i just speak or are you prepared with questions, madam press. ❞

          what he had only imagined to be long lonely hallways only reminded           him more of castle whitestone and how desolate it had seemed.            the only difference between there and here was that voices echoed            in every room. citizens were scurrying around to find familiar faces            and tend to wounds, to fill empty stomaches, or to lend their support           to their neighbor. 

          asking around to take up some kind of task landed him with a bag of           instant heating pads and a stack of blankets. as strange a circumstance           as he was in, being helpful was the least he could do for the meantime.

          that is, until a familiar face caught his attention. quickly, or as quickly as           one could without being too obvious, he made his way over, taking a knee           to extend both back and stack of blankets. 

       ❝ take whichever you’d like-- or both if you’re feeling particularly chilled. ❞           whether she remember him or not, to know she was there an unharmed            was all he could ask for.

@vagabovnd

Event Starter Call

percy - group 1 ( 1 / 5 )

Event Starter Call

percy - group 1 ( 1 / 5 )

‘Good. That one next.’ –

Ripley, Percy, and mind control, for a secret santa exchange.

strongestjawintaldorei‌

Grog nodded his head. “Uh…yeah that makes sense….but let’s say that someone was really dumb and had no idea how to use anything, how can they expect people to be able to do anything in this world? It’s all so hard.” He scratched at his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“Uh, I tried to do what Scanlan did and open a magic door. I drew symbols on the ground but someone said that all I was doing was drawing penises. I once tried to punch someone until they told me how to go home but that didn’t work either. I think this place took away my magic.”

            that alone posed a problem. would they be able to get out in the               same magical means that got them there in the first place,                whatever those means were ? that would have to be decided at                a later date. ❝ uh-- one would thinking bludgeoning someone                for answers to a question they might not understand isn’t the                best idea by dear friend. there might not be a clear cut solution               to this and we might have to think out of the box a little bit. ❞

              it would definitely help to know what the problem was in the                first place. they were somewhere completely new with strange               technology and individuals that were so different from that of               tal’dorei that it was practically another realm altogether. travelling               through realms wasn’t his specialty unfortunately. ❝ why don’t               you have a seat and i’ll get you something hot to drink. i can’t                tell you what’s wrong and why your magic’s gone, but we can               figure as much out as we can. hopefully that’ll help us better                understand our predicament. ❞

justsvrvivesomehow‌

dark hair flopped over her shoulder as eponine pondered the i m p l i c a t i o n of what he had just said. she wasn’t the only one then, she supposed. still, she was so c u r i o u s about all of this. about what this place meant for her and others. “what do you mean?” she paused, “if you don’t mind me asking, that is, monsieur.”

           ❝ well... ❞ he aligns both index and middle finger with a spot on                his chest. ❝ i was shot-- right here, took it pretty hard if i’m                being honest. next thing i know, i’m waking up in an apartment               and headed off to a job i don’t remember getting but knew i was               supposed to be on time for. if you can explain that-- be my guest. ❞

irresistiibles‌

mabel frowned slightly, but this probably wasn’t the first time she accidentally did something a little illegal. staying with grunkle stan tended to just make those things happen. at least the guy didn’t seem like he was jumping to get her in trouble. “oh that? psh, easy. i have a grappling hook.” she said, pulling the object out of her bag. it wasn’t the same one she had as a kid, needing a new one to hold her as she got bigger, but it still operated just as well. “and some of the higer windows were unlocked. my grunkle stan always says any unlocked window might as well be a door, otherwise why would it be able to open, right?”

         ❝ and does that give you the right to trespass on government property ?  ❞             the weapon in her bag was proof enough that she wasn’t supposed to              here. ❝ before you answer, it does not. this is a very serious crime if you             think about it. ❞

vriibus‌

                  between  vex,  grog  and  trinket  there  was  no  room  for  anyone  else  in  their  new  keep.  so  now  grog,  vex,  trinket  and  percy  were  on  the  hunt  for  a  big  enough  keep  for  everyone  without  worry.  looking  at  the  other  two  vex  held  up  a  news  paper  to  show  them  what  someone  at  the  tavern.  ‘  the  tender  at  the  tavern  said  there  are  places  on  here  that  we  could  find  a  keep  from.  percy,  darling  you  are  in  charge  of  directions.  i  dont  know  this  place  that  well  yet.  ‘  // @strongestjawintaldorei @pfvmkderiii

               just from the look of places around town, nothing would live up                to the majesty that was greyskull keep, but there had to be                 something that could satisfy. ❝ the best option for us might be                to look for a townhouse. i don’t know of anything too far out of                the city-center that would accommodate us all. ❞

               who knows how many more of them would come out of the                 woodworks in the future so planning ahead might also work out                 in their favor. ❝ this isn’t going to be easy. ❞

justsvrvivesomehow‌

“well,” she began softly, her dark eyes glancing up to meet his. “i’m kind of d e a d, if that would make you feel any better.” she said with a little awkward smile. “i’m sorry for intruding though, i can l e a v e if you’d like?”

          ❝ ...as am i, if that makes you feel any better. ❞ perhaps that’s               what all of this was, either some kind of hell or eternal               purgatory playing days on repeat like a personal groundhog              day. the variation this evening was quite refreshing to be               honest. 

justsvrvivesomehow‌

sidney was conscious of not wanting to make things w o r s e for anyone else who was here. as a general rule, she wasn’t overly familiar with other people anyway, not comfortable in general with people. “i’m sorry, i c a n come back another time if i’m cutting things too close,” she said softly, trying to be polite.

          ❝ if by cutting it too close you mean ‘ arriving once we’re closed              to the public until morning ‘ then yes, i do believe you might be              cutting it a tad close. not to worry, things will be open and               available for viewing again in the morning. office hours are at               eight thirty and most everything else is unlocked and accepting              visitors at ten. ❞

             by now the spiel felt like a bit of a rehearsed monologue seeing               as some tourists in town didn’t understand the concept while               others begged and pleaded for more time if they hadn’t fully               explored all there was to see. 

          ❝ not to worry though, i promise i won’t move anything during the               night. everything will remain exactly the same, i will personally                see to that. ❞ his smile, albeit somewhat forced, is the best he                has to offer as far as reassurance goes. 

themelancholics‌

THE   LIBRARY   HAD   PROVEN   to   be   ineffective,   the   magician   still   not   able   to   produce   even   a   SPARK   of   magic.   Which   didn’t   make   sense.   Magic   was   supposed   to   be   back,   they   completed   the   quest.   He   didn’t   know   why   he’d   chosen   to   go   to   the   museum…It   was   more   of   like   an   instinct   sort   of   feeling   that   had   the   super   nerd   turning   there   for   any   clue.   THANK   GOD   all   of   the   valuables   were   closed   off   and   unable   to   be   a   victim   to   his   clumsiness.   “I…sorry.”   Quentin   muttered   awkwardly,   not   really   sure   WHAT  he   was   even   apologizing   for.   “I   uh…think   I’m   lost.”

          ❝ mm... as are most people who attempt to traverse the expanse              of the museum... without a map... at night... after closing. ❞

             the sarcasm was not at all meant to be pointed and offensive,               but in jobs such as these, the amount of contact one has socially              is little to none. hours are misplaced, the lack of sunlight takes               a toll on the body-- it’s ugly all around, but it’s enjoyable to be               able to get his hands dirty with relics that cater to his area of               expertise. 

          ❝ i would assume you’re looking for the exit, then. ❞

hcrribles‌

          as much as lestat enjoyed the lifestyle he had led for centuries, with all of power and levity of perspective it afforded him, there were also limitations that still managed to get on his nerves. even though the likelihood of him ever admitting to being annoyed by it was low, the fact that he was only able to go out after the sun had set frustrated him to no end. he wanted to be social, experience the world, and he was determined to do so even if the city wasn’t as lively as it surely was during the day.

          once it was guaranteed he could step outside without the sun touching him, he took the opportunity to explore, finding himself walking through the smithsonian museum. he wasn’t quite sure if it was closed or not considering how empty each room felt, though he honestly didn’t care much if it was either, such rules feeling trivial and beneath him. 

         suddenly, however, a voice caught his attention, causing him to seek out the source and reply with a simple, “hello,” once the other was in sight. “do you work here, by chance?” he followed up. 

             as he rises from his seat, it’s if by instinct that he tenses. his posture              grows rigid, moreso to invite an of intimidation than anything. were he              still in tal’dorei, it would’ve also been an invitation to assume his social              standings. despite them being rather noteworthy, they would’ve do him              many favors in world without nobility. 

          ❝ i do... shipments, stock, and restoration. unfortunately we’re currently               closed-- and have been for a good many hours, how did you manage              to get in here ? ❞ 

             there had to have been guards posted. for a place with so many priceless              items, there had to have been guards. for someone so eye-catching as               this individual was, it was almost impossible to believe they waltzed                  inside without so much as a second glance.