[florals? for spring. groundbreaking.]

[majorlyugh]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Around the village
WHEN: First week of September, any time
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

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The hunger started growing inside of Major almost as soon as he set foot back into the village. He knew it was beginning to bubble inside of him when he'd had a bite of a peach at the Inn and the thing tasted half like ash, half like fruit. While his amnesia took its time wearing off, he'd spent time in the woods, attempting to catch squirrels and woodland creatures to try and get some of their brains - just enough to satiate him until he could find a more permanent and more appetite-suppressing solution.

Luckily, he'd recovered all his memories and run into Liv and Ravi, both of whom were sharing the same cabin. He'd been told that they'd been gifted brains by the Gift Gods, which was nothing short of a miracle, considering all of them needed to get their cranial munch on with some regularity.

Ravi told him that they were still mapping out the personality traits of each brain, so Major chose one at random and decided to cut himself off a hefty chunk. He didn't need the whole thing, and he didn't need it every week the way Liv did, but he still needed enough to make the cravings and the hunger stop.

It wasn't soon before long that the personality of whomever once used that brain started emerging.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on perspective, it happened to be the brain of a young fashionista. It also happened that this particular fashionista hated everything clothing-related in the village.

When he goes around the village for this particular week, he can be seen wearing:

a blazer repurposed from his bright, raspberry-colored scrubs with no shirt underneath because ugh shirts, the collar of which has been adorned with various feathers he's found around the village (some might've been forcefully stolen off of a few unfortunate birds);
his usual jeans that he's tailored and tapered to fit more tightly (though nothing as abhorrent as a skinny jean);
perfectly "messy" (read: toussled just so) hair with a Zoolander Blue Steel pout to match;
his usual shoes;
and a rotating crown made of interwoven twigs, sometimes with flowers, other times not because nature. It really matches the ~aesthetic~ of the village and ties the whole thing together.

If he catches you eyeing his new threads, he might give you a judgmental sneer and a click of his tongue to his teeth, insisting that he was trying to go for something reminiscent of Gaultier Fall 2011, but ugh, it's impossible to make anything remotely decent of a runway in this place, what with the minimal fabrics and access to electric sewing machines.

But lord help you if you call the color red "blood orange." He might just verbally eviscerate you for that.

It's fucking red.

(no subject)

[cinere]

WHO: Asch the Bloody
WHERE: Bunker/Fountain, The Inn and the woods.
WHEN: Sept 5th & 6th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Cursing, mentions of death, and possible mentions of kidnapping

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Bunker/Fountain (Two at most please.)
In one of the tubes floated a young looking man. His hair was nearly to his hips and colored blood red, it looked much darker in the fluids as it floated around him. The name read out was listed as Luke fon Fabre. His eyes hadn't even opened yet when he was jettisoned up the tubes.

Green eyes popped open once he was in the fountain, swimming as hard as he could up to the top. His hands reaching up over the edge to pull himself up and over the fountains edge. Pulling himself over he hit the ground and started to cough the fluid out of his lungs, his hair draping around him and on the ground. It's in your hands now... He remembered saying it through the connection to his replica as the blood ran free. He pushed himself up despite the burning of the water he had coughed up. Pulling up the strange clothes he didn't recognize. He had only the faintest scarring from the blades that took his life.

"What the hell." He spoke sitting on his knees, a strange pack on his back, his uniform gone and he was soaked in clothes he couldn't even recognize.

The Inn
Black what a color to be in. Of course he didn't mind black at all, he looked good in black, he had always wore it in some form or another but the village had a sceme of colors it seemed, so what did black say about him?

He pondered it while sitting quietly on the floor of the front porch of the inn. Looking out at the village. Everything about this place was odd. The houses were not any style he knew but clearly homes. The village was filled with strange people who seemed to all sound unlike any country he knew. Everything was new. He found himself fiddling with the strange device on his wrist. He understood the basics of it, but how strange it was, instant communication. Opening it up his nose crinkling seeing the base display name. It took him a few moments to tape in his other name instead. aschthebloody, though he'd need help later with the caps. At least it didn't read Luke right then. Sure people could find it but that wasn't his name anymore, the dreck took it.

He sat there, trying to wait for his hair and clothes to dry in the hot weather but it was utterly boring to say the least. There was a whole new place for him to explore, a place without the score, without the memories and without Van. Yet, he couldn't find it in himself yet to move from where he had perched on the porch.

The woods - The 6th
The next morning Asch made his towards the woods, he was unarmed and that wouldn't do. Even a good stick would be better than nothing. He was not in the mind to be helpless in a new place. So he made his way through the new land. Paying mind to houses and landmarks so he could find his way back later, though truthfully he wasn't all that worried about making his way back.

Later he could be found walking through the woods, his long hair had some leaves caught in it, not that he seemed to mind. He was busy looking over the plant life looking for anything useful, anything to keep his mind busy.