sjaldan er ein báran stök - there seldom is a single wave

[valdyr]

WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Around the south village, probably the greenhouse, too.
WHEN: Week of January 18th - 22nd
OPEN TO: Arrival closed to Margaery - OTA after that
WARNINGS: Narrative of a drowning

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Arrival, Fountain; Locked to Margaery Tyrell

Ubbe can't remember when things started feeling different, just that after a hard, uncertain swallow after challenging King Frodo in one to one combat things went pitch black and suddenly time seemed to speed up. Or was it stopping? He couldn't tell. Soon enough, it didn't matter because a memory played out in his mind like it was happening all over again.

Ubbe, Hvitserk.. stop

But they don't and after a few more feet they look back; a crack resonates before they plunge into icy cold water. He sees her face and as she pushes him to the surface, Ubbe's face breaks the surface just as he does in the fountain, letting out a loud gasp while a hand reaches for something. Anything.

Around town/Inn

Being told he's in a different world wasn't completely grasped. It's an impossible notion, more like a dream. Perhaps a trick. Yes, a trick. But by who? The gods? Was this something Loki, the cunning trickster of the Aesir, was responsible for? Yet, why? And why only him? Where was Torvi and Alfred? Where were the Danes? Where was here?

Ubbe wanders and takes in the structures grouped like the huts in Kattegat. Inside them are as confusing as the outside, with machines that make heat and boxes that contain winter within them. He passes a large see-thru building with plants inside, equally as unsure before entering a Great Hall which looks nothing like one inside. And then the band on his wrist makes a noise and he stares at it.

He's not sure what he's done to upset the gods, but clearly, this is a punishment of some sort.

Missing Items

[demiurgency]

[network, voice:]

[This is the voice of one Billy Kaplan, sounding incredibly distracted and faintly out of breath, like he's been moving a lot.]

Has anyone seen a red hoodie around the schoolhouse or the inn? I can't find the one I've been wearing, I know I borrowed it from the lost and found or whatever we're calling it, and I don't mind if someone else needed it, but I don't remember loaning it out.

[He means to make the next part private, but thanks to his distraction it ends up being part of the general public broadcast, whoops.]

Nida, is it in your room? I think I took it off in there the other night.

[When he was talking to Rinoa the night of the under-23 party, shhh.]

[network, private to Nida/Seifer and Steph, later:]

Hey--Nida, Seifer's watch went missing, right? And Steph--when your staff went missing, was anything else weird in your house? Like someone went through and rearranged a bunch of stuff, or things you thought you'd put one place were somewhere else? I thought Tommy was just borrowing some of my hair product but there's a lot more stuff rearranged than just that.

[action, around the village, OTA:]

After his network posts, Billy can be found circling back to the places he spends the most time in the village. At the schoolhouse, he looks under and in every desk and in every corner, eventually getting distracted for a moment by pulling a stack of books on winter foraging for a friend. At the inn, he spends a good couple of hours rummaging through the lost and found items looking for said hoodie, and maybe getting a little distracted again by some of the stuff that's ended up in there. (A Slap Chop, really? What is this, HSN?) The dojo is next, where he pokes through the rooms he can, checking the edges of mats and all storage to see if he left it after his last lesson with Nida. All of these places are a wash. Afterwards, he wanders back towards Number 58, tired and more than a little chilly. It's a little bit of a bummer, but at least he's still got his coat. Honestly, he's more worried about the rest of what's going through his head; the hoodie is only a small part of a much, much larger problem, and one they're going to have to address before it gets any bigger.

( OPEN ) So you wanna die young;

[pampa]

WHO: Detective Millertime
WHERE: Bunker, Inn, places between
WHEN: January 18
OPEN TO: Initial thread closed to Elektra Natchios, OTA otherwise!
WARNINGS: Miller is a very sad, disturbed individual. His mental process will encompass suicidal and alcoholic ideation. Please let me know if you would like to avoid these topics!

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ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｌｅｇｅｎｄａｒｙ░ｆａｃｅ (for elektra)

His first thought is that he's drowned - like Rogue did - in the pool. His eyes pop open and there's some thrashing, so that anyone happening by should notice his struggles. It's only after he's started to panic that he realizes the liquid he's in is oxygenated somehow. Is he back...? Back in his world with those evil scientists, or still on Reverie with those evil scientists, or whoever they are. He never did crack that case, or put a bullet between the eyes of whoever was responsible. He'll regret that more than anything if this is how it ends.

But then the tube is draining and he's wincing at how cold he suddenly feels. The space station could be cold, sure, but this penetrates deep to his dusty, chalk bones. Reflexively, his hand goes to his head. Semi's hat isn't there. He looks down, teal scrubs, and as the water drains he feels something heavy on his back. All very weird. Then again, weird is his wheelhouse.

The second he can blink his eyes and focus, it's when the door decompresses and opens, a slim hand with dark nail polish holding it open for him. Is this a dream...? No, it's- Shit.

"Rich girl?"

ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｈｏｎｏｒａｒｙ░ｓｔａｒ (ota)

Okay, so here's what you missed: Elektra showed Miller the powers vending machine and the second he touched it, it shocked him. Something weird about the way his senses were going haywire, but he assumed it was just the charge. The thing was, the second he made it above to the surface world, every animal for miles around was all over him. He made it to the Inn for some warmer things, but now he's back in the Bunker staring at this stupid machine.

This is how you find a bundled and miserable Belter with a squirreldog on his shoulder as he glares daggers at the piece of tech that wronged him. How dare it make cuddly animals follow him everywhere. The longer he's down there the more randomly appear. Croc-dogs, more squirreldogs (the squirreldogs really like this asshole), and pea-cats by the droves. He's trying to investigate here! He makes it to the specimen room since he's definitely not going to chance getting saddled with yet another power, but he frowns in dismay as the dog on his shoulder runs roughshod over one of the shelves and breaks nearly every vial on it, blood running thickly down to the floor.

"Real nice."


ｄｒｉｎｋ░ｉｔ░ｉｎ░ｂｅｆｏｒｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｇｏｎｅ (ota)

Miller has never experienced weather like this. In fact, he's never experienced weather at all. He's still not sure how it's possible for him to stand up straight on a planet, and he's not sure he wants to know. It can't really be a planet, or else something like the protomolecule is fucking with physics again. Either way it's shoved distinctly in that category of his mind: Do Not Want.

He and his parade of squirreldogs make it to the kitchen of the Inn so he can try and find anything alcoholic to filch. Lucky for him, there's still some of Sam's moonshine seemingly abandoned. Or that's what he'll take it for anyway. Miller and his newfound mason jar make it to the fireside to try and warm up even a little, but he feels frozen straight through. His gloves and hat sit soaking on the hearth while he sits with his back against the couch, coat open to let in the heat and one lanky leg stretched out in front of him so that his hiking boot taps the grate. He holds the jar in one hand, elbow braced against his knee, drinking and talking to himself (and anyone who cares to listen.)

"Shouldn't be possible, gravity torture... I'm a Belter, I never left the Station. Not until last year and then... Well, I'm no rock hopper, that's for damn sure."


ｌｉｋｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｔｒｙｉｎｇ░ｔｏ░ｇｅｔ░ａｗａｙ (ota)

Call this your WILDCARD option! He'll be "investigating" in and around town, to and from the Bunker and the Inn before eventually claiming Room 12 as his own. All week he will be saddled with animal affinity so various wild animals will be harassing him as he makes his way around. If you have another idea, hit me up and I can write you something personalized, or just tag in with something random and I'll roll with it!

You Should Have Known Better

[justblendin]

WHO: Ezio Auditore
WHERE: Fountain, Around Lucy's House, The Inn & South Village
WHEN: Week of Jan. 18th - 25th
OPEN TO: Arrival Closed To Lucy; all other prompts are OTA!
WARNINGS: Descriptions Of Near Drowning - Will Update If Needed!

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( Than to listen to your heart again )

Stitch & Bitch: vol. 2

[can_fight_ugly]

WHO: Anne Weying
WHERE: House 53
WHEN: All day today
OPEN TO: OTA - fiber artists and the curious alike, anyone wanting to learn, anyone looking to commission a handmade knitted good; the door is, proverbially, open!
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

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( Weekend forecast is knitting with a chance of wine )

Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best

[cisskabob]

WHO: Cissie King-Jones
WHERE: Tim's room at the Inn
WHEN: Backdated to the beginning of January, no more than a few days after the NYE party
OPEN TO: Tim Drake
WARNINGS: N/A, will update if necessary

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Cissie's had a few days to digest everything she learned at the party on New Years' Eve, and to try to wrap her mind around the idea of Tim being here too, but not with his memories of Wonderland. She's wrestled with what to do; should she tell him? Should she try to rebuild their friendship first, and tell him later? She finds herself lying awake in bed one night, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep... and realizes that she just misses Tim, which is ridiculous when he's right down the hall. It occurs to her that maybe he isn't exactly the same Tim as the one she knew in Wonderland, but he's still her friend, and they won't get anywhere if she doesn't at least try to talk to him.

Which is how Cissie finds herself at the door to Tim's room in the Inn, knocking, well after midnight. She's not exactly worried that the most nocturnal person she's ever known would be doing something as ridiculous as sleeping, but she still keeps the knocks quiet and speaks softly to avoid waking any neighbors.

"Tim? It's Cissie. Can I come in?"