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valdyr

WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: House #4
WHEN: 2/10
OPEN TO: Margaery Tyrell
WARNINGS: Nudity, mature content

Ubbe has been up since the crack of dawn and has been working hard since doing what he would have been doing had he still been at the settlement in Wessex. Not only is it a good way to distract himself from what might be going on back there, but also to keep his mind from being consumed by the question of why he had been brought there and for what purpose.

He's slipped into a routine here; a similar one to that of back home even with the distractions that he had there with helping King Alfred as per their agreement and learning of the arrival of the Black Danes. And without understanding the rules of such the multiverse, Ubbe wonders how people are taking his disappearance. Do they think of him as they all thought of Ragnar when he disappeared? Does Torvi think him dead?

By the time Margaery sees Ubbe, he is approaching the small house she lives in, walking the way someone would be if they were deep in thought.

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!

( Than to listen to your heart again )

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

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.

thekittenqueen

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: Bungalow 4, Police Station
WHEN: Dec
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Nothing really, just spoilers for the Purple Wedding

Bungalow #4

( Read more... )

Reminder of the Past (Sneak Preview)

[ooc: Foreward Dated to the 20th]

( Read more... )

eaglesonofnone

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: Northeast of the South Village, scouting
WHEN: Prior to the mining mingle
OPEN TO: Scouting for Tony; Parkour for anyone.
WARNINGS: Frank discussion of "historical" events including deaths, probably a little blood from parkour mistakes.

( Scouting: )

( Parkour: )

sixthiteration

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

fooloftheking

WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: Around the North village
WHEN: Early part of October to mid month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: PG probably. Will warn for stronger

( An empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within )

theimmortalweapon

WHO: Danny Rand

theimmortalweapon
WHERE: Between Inn & House 48 + @ House 48
WHEN: First Half of October
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A

DOJO; HOUSE 54 ⻰ Early Oct

Rose and Danny had spent a few weeks looking at all of the available houses before finding one that they both approved of; then they had to get Elena's approval. This led them to House 54. It had to be cleaned but that didn't take that long. Danny called in a few favors and he had the help of his two beautiful housemates. It was nice to live with people again, even if the Elena-Rose tag team was intimidating a times.

With the house mostly cleaned, Danny poured all of his remaining energy into getting the first floor set up as a Dojo. The kitchen would remain untouched and usable. The dining room connected to that will be left mostly untouched; with the couch from the family room pushed against the far wall to be used as a make-shift infirmary for anyone who manages to injure themselves. Danny didn't think it was going to happen but he figured it would appease anyone who was a doctor, i.e. Claire, to know that some precautions had been taken. The last two large rooms would be cleared; one room was to be used for sparring, meditation and Danny's lessons while the other room was to be set up with punching bags and practice dummies.

It's a very large undertaking and that didn't even include the obstacle course Rose wanted to put outside or the targets Danny wanted to set up so he, and anyone else, could learn archery. There was a lot to do but at least they had all the time in the world.

Danny could be found at different stages of his projects throughout the month: attempting to use the cushion from his bed to pad the sparring room floor, cleaning (which was a task that was never truly complete), staring at the area around the house to figure out how they were going to set things up outside, grumbling about wanting his I-pod back, swinging sticks to see if he can use them as practice swords, making an open & closed sign for the front door and a handful of other tasks where it was impossible to tell what Danny was trying to do.

A few days into the project, Danny sent out a text for help and would be on the lookout for anyone who was eager to lend a hand or interested in training.

TRICK OR TREAT; LIAR LIAR ⻰ Oct 12th

Danny was cutting a path from the inn to his house when he stumbled across a sizable green melon. It was perfectly grown and he couldn't pass up the chance for something delicious and fresh. Honey dew was common enough, or maybe a seed had dropped while people were working at the garden that was near the inn?

It made perfect sense for it to be there.

Except that it didn't.

The moment that Danny touched the melon it vanished in a puff of white smoke. He coughed and waved the offending air away before looking down at the empty ground. "What?" A block of ice settled in the pit of his stomach chilling him through. "This is awesome." He paused again, looking confused. It absolutely wasn't awesome, it was awful. Danny had no idea what he was saying.

"I'm perfectly fine. " His hand briefly pulled over his mouth. "Fuck." He swore loudly and kicked at the ground. He had no idea what was going on and for the next hour he was going to have a hard time communicating with people.

WILD CARD

[ooc: This is Danny's post for all of October so if you want anything for this month please let me know! I am totally doing the bingo with him so we can always select something fun from that too. Danny is Hunter Green Scrubs; which is very fitting. Hit me up though!

mizuyoko I am happy to write any starters too.

Equipment in the Dojo will be sparse and non-existent for a while, it will be reasonable and based on threads Danny has with people or handwaved talking. The list of all equipment will be on his Sixth Iteration information post HERE and it is important to note that he will not be making everything he thinks he's going to make because he doesn't know how to make most of these things. Please check the list if you'd like to write a thread in the Dojo, assume wooden floors and basic drywall unless noted.]

sixthiteration

WHERE: The bunker & elsewhere
WHEN: 1 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn on threads
NOTES: Plot Details | Bunker Details | Bunker Map & Key
Threads may take place ANYTIME during the plot, including before, during and after the tubes have been opened, just please do not godmod tube arrivals without explicit permission. Related threads not in the bunker are welcomed, as are general bunker exploration/reaction threads that have nothing to do with the arrivals. Please reference the bunker key doc for what is and isn't available to explore at present.

Deep under the mountain, tucked away in the newly-discovered bunker complex, there is a room where everyone begins. It is filled with equipment — Computer consoles, monitors — but the point of it all resides within ten vertical stasis tubes lined neatly along a far wall.

One of them has been cracked and lies dormant, dry. In six of the remaining are bodies, unconscious and floating in their familiar vari-colored scrubs, vital signs ticking calmly off on their respective readouts.

In the corner, near the cracked tube, the ceiling has shattered and tumbled inward, across the floor and over the largest console in the room — The one flashing 24 HOURS UNTIL STASIS FAILURE.

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I inn front lawn
WHEN: 4 August, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Some mentions of drug use
NOTES: Full plot details here. List of favors here.

The fourth of August dawns pleasantly mild and clear, with hardly a cloud in the sky. Which is good, because it means there's plenty of sunshine to see the riot of color that has errupted on the front lawn of the inn.

The general set-up will be familiar to those who've been in the village long enough — Tables and chairs from inside the inn set up outside for a party by the time everyone wakes. This party, though, seems to have been turned up to about 11, and the theme is definitely new: Balloons, streamers, party favors, and everything in a rainbow of colors that villagers have come to know extremely well.

Each place is set with its own (occasionally large) goody bag and birthday present, each in the color belonging to the owner on the tag. One place, done up all in silver and gray, is set for the lost.

The tables are piled high with the sort of fare you'd find at a children's party: Cake, soda, hamburgers, pizza. Not a beer or cup of coffee in sight. And on the edge of the lawn, beside an area possibly kept clear for dancing, is the most bewildering, magical thing of all, no pocket change needed.

Tuck in and let loose, villagers. If you're lucky, maybe someone will spike the punch.

juststayalive

WHO: Haymitch Abernathy
WHERE: somewhere near the village
WHEN: August 2
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Mentions of child death)

This is not something Haymitch ever wanted to experience. He's seen too many kids die, some before they even made it to Peeta's age. After both Peeta and Katniss had made it out of the arena alive, this was something he had thought they could skip.

This is also not something he expected to be at the head of. In District 12, it would have been Peeta's family. Here, in the absence of Peeta's family, the duties fall to Haymitch, as the one who knew him best, and the traditions of his home.

Peeta had asked them to paint his coffin, which isn't part of the usual funeral in District 12, but is so very fitting for Peeta. Haymitch is nowhere near as skilled at it as Peeta was, but he has enough skill to paint a crude symbol of a circle enclosing a bird clutching an arrow. It won't mean much to anyone not from Panem, but it's the only way he can think to honor what Peeta meant. And a promise to keep fighting for a world where innocents don't die for entertainment, whether they're killed by a mutt or by another person.

He doesn't have much to say, instead letting the painting do the talking. There are no appropriate words for this situation, anyway, and none that he's willing to share with relative strangers. He listens in silence to any words that anyone else might have to say.

Once everyone else has had their say, Haymitch steps up next to the coffin again. He only has a few words to add: "For the honor of his sacrifice." The Capitol's words, intended for a fallen tribute, but more appropriate than ever in this case. Here his sacrifice had been not for the supposed glory of gluttons living out their lavish existence in isolation from those who actually made that existence possible, but for the rest of those living here.

He adds something to the end of his statement, something that most here can't know isn't typical of a funeral in Peeta's home. It's a particular three-fingered salute. and if the Capitol's watching, well, they already know Haymitch is a threat. There's no point in attempting to hide it now, and there's nothing more that can be done to punish Peeta for any imagined infractions.

He lets his hand fall back to his side and steps back into the crowd.

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

sixthiteration

WHO: EVERYBODY
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: 13 July (afternoon, main quake) - 14 July (morning, last aftershocks)
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Potential injuries, PTSD, and anxiety

The sun is still high when the earth begins its initial, almost benign sway, but seasoned villagers know well enough that what follows will be far from gentle. Vibrations ramp up swiftly, exponentially, until within the space of a few seconds, the whole world is shaking — Dishes pinging down from shelves, young trees sifting free of the earth, shingles dislodging and tumbling like rain.

After 20 seconds, the worst is done, and after 30 the shaking has ebbed completely. Some will have escaped relatively unscathed, but others will not have been so lucky...

...and the aftershocks are still to come.

notan_animal

WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Fountain, House #60, Inn
WHEN: July 9th and 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: He's Logan, considered yourselves warned

Arrival Day; Fountain - One volunteer for fountain, otherwise OTA

In the midst of it happening, Logan felt the feeling of déjà vu; his mind remembering the sensation of water surrounding. But given his very last memories of what had occurred and the whirlwind of anger and pain and confusion of a place and people he shouldn't know but did make his arrival a rather loud one.

He grunts while trying to catch his breath and looks around with a defensive look that conveyed that the man was clearly unpredictable and needed to be approached with caution, though it doesn't take too long for him to finally get on his feet and take a look around with something of familiarity.

Later in the evening, he could be found sitting on the step of his newly claimed house trying to collect his thoughts and figure out the past, present and what was going on in his future. As well as where his last visit to the settlement fit into it all.

Around and at the Inn - OTA

Any kind of rest didn't include much sleep. As always, he woke up after a nightmare, metal claws out and shredded sheets on either side of him. This time, he was letting out a pained holler when they didn't. There was only intense pressure that made both hands ache like they never had before.

So he grabs the white shirt that he'd changed into earlier that day and sets out for a walk, eventually ending up at the inn where he grumbles through making a cup of something and sits down.

He could really use a cigar and a glass of something strong right now.

markwatney

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: 6I Inn front lawn
WHEN: 21 June 2018, afternoon/evening and onward
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
NOTES: A few thinsgs: You may assume your character helped set up; There are tubers in pot with the red salt, negating the warmth effect; The list of of potluck dishes is here; The list of local provisions is here

The weather is great, the sun is starting to dip toward the horizon, and it's pleasantly mild. Time for an (extremely) old-fashioned low country boil.

We've got two small fire pits built out in front of the inn, each with a massive pot filled with loads of vegetables — corn, carrots, potatoes, onions — and of course the rainbow crabs Finnick and Annie discovered not long after we arrived here. We've even got salt, if you can believe it, although the red salt in this place is pretty spicy and usually makes me sweat, so I've only put it in the one pot, and then set a bowl of it out for garnishing.

Tables and chairs have been brought out from inside, a couple of them set aside specifically for piles of plates, bowls, cups and whatever potluck provisions the rest of the village brings.

thekittenqueen

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: Robb's House
WHEN: 6/13
OPEN TO: Robb Stark
WARNINGS: Brooding Stark talk

As had happened for her, not long after Robb returned to the village after the Observers' games, his father had been pulled away. She knew the loss would be painful for him, but it was soon compounded by Sansa's disappearance as well. The house Robb occupied was no empty and there was only one sibling left to him in the village. There was a darkness now that she had come to recognize from his family, though she had only seen it in Sansa before coming here. It was loss as long and harsh as winter.

It was only a matter of time before it came for them here as well.

It was hard to say whether or not Robb was looking after himself properly. She didn't press him to stay with her at night, wishing to give him space if he wanted it. But after a day of not seeing him, she went to the Stark home and found him there. There weren't any signs of activity in the kitchen, as she suspected, so she worked to make something for him out of the leftover rabbit she had. It wouldn't be her finest meal, but it would be enough to sustain him.

When it was finished, she brought it to Robb and sat beside him. "Have you slept?"

thestarlord

WHO: Peter Quill
WHERE: fountain; inn
WHEN: 6 June
OPEN TO: all
WARNINGS: spoilers for Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 but otherwise, none

FOUNTAIN

Peter's never had a fight one on one with a Celestial, considering he didn't even know they existed until a few days ago, but he doesn't think the sign of winning is waking up soaking wet. That sounds more like crushing defeat in his playbook (and probably death, come on), honestly, and he really, really hopes that the others figured out some way to blow Ego sky-high if he's going to go out like this.

It's been a long time since he's been swimming and he hadn't been expecting it so Peter makes the mistake of drawing in a big, nice lungful of fountain water before struggling up and over the edge of the damn thing. His vision is red and hazy, his head is screaming and he's not sure if he just threw up or coughed.

What an impression, right?

After laying on his back for a few long moments and not seeing any angels with guitars, his mom or anything else that would indicate that this is the hereafter, Peter decides to risk movement. He starts with wiggling his left foot, annoyed that water is everywhere, and when that works, he tries the right. Okay. Not paralyzed. He tries to push himself up to sit but he's so wiped out that he just lays there, looking up at a cloudless sky and wishing that he could just sleep this off and wake up in a bar on Nova Corps.

When a shadow crosses over his plane of vision, Peter manages to croak out a response.

"You mind not blocking my sun? I'm trying to dry out over here."

INN

When he finally gets up the energy to get off his ass and onto his feet, Peter drifts his way over to the Inn. It's easy enough to find; people are coming in and out of it in a steady stream and if there's anywhere to find information, it's going to be where the majority of people are. Information is good. Information will be helpful.

Information can't possibly be infuriating and better than knowing nothing at all, right? Wrong. After talking to a few people and realizing he's stuck in a place that has no system ID, no government and nobody in charge, Peter's a little more discouraged than he was earlier. He briefly revisits the idea of the afterlife before realizing that his version of the afterlife would have a much better soundtrack than people talking about badgers and making tea on a stove and he groans, putting his head down on the table in front of him. He clunks it a few times for good measure, thinking a concussion might be better than his current headache, and when he realizes this isn't doing him any good, he decides just to address everyone around him.

"So, what government did all of you guys piss off? Because, really, I've gone to prison more than once and I have basically, oh, an entire planet of gold Amazons after me right now but I have never been stuck somewhere that has no idea where where is. Come on. Aren't there any ships? (No, Peter, you already got told that, the nagging voice in his head reminds him. Funny. It sounds like Gamora.) Taxi? Magic carpet?"

He doesn't expect the answers to be forthcoming. He's pretty much resigned himself to that.

pretendtoneedme

WHO: Anyone not whisked off on a Glorious Adventure
WHERE: The villages
WHEN: May 10th and the days following
OPEN TO: Everyone still "at home"
WARNINGS: Please put triggers in the subject line if they come up!

For some people, it's noticeable: other members of the village community suddenly not where they'd been working beside them a moment before, in the hospital, the inn, or out in the fields getting them refurbished after winter. For many, it's not - not until their attention is drawn to it, anyway, by absences at meals or other villagers running around looking for the missing. But on the tenth, twelve members of their little tribe have suddenly vanished, too many to be accounted for by the random disappearances they're all familiar with and undoubtedly part of something the observers have planned. What it is, no one knows, and it's easy to wonder and even panic if more people would disappear, and if they did, who would be next. Questions are asked, plans are discussed, and speculations are made over the next few days as the missing begin straggling back to the village. It's another demonstration of the lack of power over their own lives that many people didn't want, and not an easy one to swallow so soon after the last one.

At some point during the first day, part of the chalkboard that had been moved to the inn has been erased and a new message added:

HAVE YOU SEEN THESE PEOPLE
SEEKING INFORMATION

Below is a list of names that anyone can add to if they find a friend, loved one, or relative has vanished. Some have added names next to the missing to show who specifically is looking for this or that person or who to bring any discoveries to. It's an imperfect system, but at least it gets the word out.

((OOC: mingle post here to ask questions, search for the lost, discuss plans for finding them, look after their animals, panic attacks, whatever you want to do! Feel free to go nuts and have your kids put on their shiniest tinfoil hats to speculate what the hell is going on here.))

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I Inn > Outside
WHEN: May 2, beginning late morning
OPEN TO: All - Mingle
WARNINGS: Badger violence?
NOTES: DETAILS | ASSIGNMENTS
Anyone may jump in as long as they don't step on the assigned roles!

The day began as innocuously as any number of others in the village: The roosters crowed, the sun slid lazily over the horizon, and the local denizens went about the typical steps of their day. As the morning wears on, more and more of them make their way to the Inn — Several to assist in the preparation and serving of the daily community lunch, some simply early birds looking to get in ahead of the rush.

It all seems entirely normal, or at least as normal as any day gets in a place like this. Unfortunately, unwelcome visitors don't always come with a warning, and this one doesn't even bother to knock.

thekittenqueen

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: After the Lichen Mission
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A

It still hadn't settled in her mind. After a long trek through the woods, she had expected to return to her brother, comforted in a way that only he knew how. For all of her protection of him and how much she took on for his sake, he provided her a safe place that made her feel as though they were still behind the walls of Highgarden. But instead of seeing him among the group of those waiting, she was instead confronted with the news that he had disappeared. While she was sent away by the Observers, her brother had been taken away.

She had swallowed her emotions and retreated to her room, somewhere that shielded her vulnerabilities from view. But she couldn't hide away forever. Her animals needed her and there were chores to do. Much like with every loss, the work gave her something else to focus on, returning her to state she only knew in Westeros. But hiding from her hurt and heartache wasn't as simple as before. She could be angry for her slights in King's Landing, but now, all she could do was linger over what she had lost.

Instead of going to the inn for lunch, she found her way to the fountain, wishing and praying to the Old Gods and New that she would see him scrambling over the side again. But the waters were still and nothing emerged, only silence surrounding her. She sat at the side of the fountain, letting her hand run over the water. Nothing. There was nothing.

As much as she hated her tears, she couldn't keep them back any longer. Slowly, she pressed her face against her hands and finally broke down.

Sixth Iteration

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silence is speaking

You Should Have Known Better

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

The Rains Weep O'er His Halls

Two | He Who Increaseth Knowledge

[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

Like autumn leaves his sense fell from

003 ⻰ EYE OF THE TIGER [OPEN]

[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[MINGLE] EVENT: Birthday Party

Be the spark that ignites a revolution | mingle post

[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

[MINGLE] Great Shakes

huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

[MINGLE] Crab Boil

"You're father was an honorable man"

001 🎧 on a magic carpet ride

FOUNTAIN

INN

And Every Stranger's Face I See Reminds Me That I Long to Be Homeward Bound

[EVENT - MINGLE] Badger Havoc

"Loras, Stay With Me"