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morphogenia

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: path between Bunker exit and House 6
WHEN: during the battles so tentatively end of March
OPEN TO: Jessica Jones
WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of horror settings, the standard Jessica Jones warning!!!

In a lot of ways Kamala is still a kid who wants her dad to pay attention to her. Her dad figure right now just happens to be a woman who probably drinks too much. The teenager still isn’t sure if she’ll leave any day now to go back to her old shack. The threat that brought them to her, freezing alone, seems to have passed. (Really, who knows with this place?!) That is what makes Kamala for lack of a better word a little clingy. She does not need to show up to the bunker with a snack and a not-so-subtle series of questions about what meal would tempt her to come home for dinner. Kamala does it because she doesn’t know how much time they have left together.

She realizes more with every day how much she is going to miss sharing space with Jessica even with all her quirks. They are in some ways like a little family. Losing a piece of their unit is a scary thought. Kamala can’t be sure if it’s chatting about food nonstop or peer pressure that gets her to come home for dinner with her. They’re exiting the pod soon after and making the walk home to House Six when things get weird. Kamala has had some creepy stare downs. She once lived with a guy who could see her soul. It doesn’t get creepier than that. The guy making eyes at them is different… And weirdly familiar. Kamala stares back before it hits her. She points at him carelessly.

“Is that Hipster Viking?! He looks so old in regular lighting!” Long story as always.

fishermansweater

WHO: Finnick Odair
WHERE: Outskirts of the South Village
WHEN: February 4
OPEN TO: Jessica Jones and Marian Hawke
WARNINGS: Probably cursing, references to canon violence

It had been a long trek back from the building in the mountains (shrine, other people had called it, though the word had been unfamiliar to Finnick). He'd gotten back fine, and his preparedness for an everyday fishing trip had been very useful for the group: it meant he could start fires, fight foxes, hike through the cold, take his share of the lead during the trek and the watch during the nights. When he'd gotten back, he'd been exhausted, and he'd spent days at home curled up with Annie and Coco, the little crocdog that had adopted them. But the need for food didn't wait for comfort, so now he's back to his morning routine of long treks along the river and out to the lake to check and reset his fish traps.

One of the traps had been broken yesterday, and he'd brought it back to fix it. He'd been finishing it off this morning, so he's a little later on his outward trek than he usually is.

Maybe that's coincidence. Maybe it's not, because as Finnick is approaching the bridge on the edge of the South Village, there's a flash of movement on the edge of his vision. Danger? Approaching villager? Animal? He doesn't see it well enough to tell, but it's enoughto snap his attention to the spot, and see her.

Moana.

His heart lurches. She's been gone for months, or he thought she'd been gone for months, but there she is, dark hair messy and matted, face gaunt, scrubs so torn and dirty it's hard to tell they were once dark blue.

He's seen what the victor looks like when they're plucked from the arena. She looks like that, a tribute who's been in the arena for weeks, barely surviving with little hope of victory. She's half-hidden behind a shrub, but he knows it's her.

"Moana!"

He starts towards her, and the girl turns and darts back into the scrub.

"Moana! It's okay!" He starts off after her, running, bursting into the plant she'd been hiding in only to see her disappearing up ahead. He starts to run after her, but his training kicks in and reminds him how bad an idea that is and he comes to a reluctant stop. He wants to help her. He should help her, but he can't trust what he sees. It could be her, or it could be a trap by the Gamemakers. It could be an illusion. It could be a lot of things, and he shouldn't run into potential danger both blind and alone.

So he slashes a mark into the bark of the tree he'd seen her run past and turns back the direction he'd come.

The first people he sees are both familiar faces, so he doesn't bother with niceties.

"Did you see that? Did you see her?"

sixthiteration

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
Have fun and ask questions here!

sixthiteration

WHERE: Simulation, door between the SV inn and police station
WHEN: Sunset Dec 31 through sunrise Jan 1
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed and move all adult content to a new post
NOTES: GENERAL PARTY DETAILS: Here & Here | PLANNING POST: Here | NEWBIES: You may arrive at the party, details here.

As the sun dips toward the horizon, another day in the village put to bed, those walking past the tiny piece of woodland between the South Village inn and police station next door may notice something out of place: A door, golden and shimmering, seeming to hover in space and go nowhere. Indeed, a quick step to its other side reveals nothing at all but more forest. Dare to grasp the knob and swing it open, however—

A party, wild and opulent and grand, set in the front halls and gardens of a sprawling Victorian mansion, all cream and black and glittering gold. Tables groaning with festive food and drink, a lively band, and enthusiastic occupants seemingly unaware of the strangeness through which our intrepid villagers have arrived.

Step through, and you shall be transformed: Vigorously healthy, impeccably coiffed, a glittering star in your own right. To exit the way you came will see all of this gone again, and do take care: While news travels fast in the village, if you don't indulge soon, you may miss this extravagant respite — The music, the frivolity, the fireworks at midnight... Or all of it altogether, for it will fade away with the dawn.

morphogenia

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: Dec. 13th; late afternoon aka KAMALA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
OPEN TO: residents of house six, assorted cr of Kamala and the other house six residents - basically everyone who knows Kamala, Frank, and Jessica and is on good terms with them. It's basically everyone.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of horror settings or past trauma since Kamala does live with Frank Castle and Jessica Jones who are their own warning. Honestly this is a rated G birthday log.

She wakes up super stoked to be alive. It's not unusual for her honestly. Kamala is more excited than usual if only because it's not every day you get superheroes coming over for your birthday. Granted she's seeing them more as ordinary people who do incredible things sometimes. That's a positive change as far as she's concerned. It doesn't change the fact that Kamala from like age seven and up would have seen this as a dream come true. Who is she to question the wisdom of tiny Kamala?

She spends a decent portion of the day (following breakfast) getting ready for guests. She styles her new, shorter hair cut as elegantly as she can, dresses in the hunter green dress and pants outfit given to her by the Observers because screw them it's pretty and they can't ruin it with what they pulled after.

By the time she finishes, it's time to greet guests and see what Frank's done with the rest of the house while she's been hiding out in her room to obsess over her appearance. She'll go around greeting whoever shows up, shoving food at them, and generally be grateful they came. It's her seventeenth birthday. She's away from her home, childhood friends, and family. Having anyone here today means a lot more than she lets on. It's about the only thing allowing her to feel happiness instead dwelling on what she's missing.

(ooc; ~~top levels will be posted by Frank in like five minutes for setting info. please hold for those!~~ feel free to tag those or make your own starter ~~once they're posted~~. I'm flexible.)

underachievement

WHO: Jessica Jones
WHERE: House 6, House 60, and the road to and from
WHEN: December
OPEN TO: House residents, neighbors and passersby, OTA for starter requests
WARNINGS: Alcoholism, character death mention.

( she's my fiancé. my ex-fiancée. my neverwife. )

oorah

WHO: ~~Mayor~~ McChilicheesedog
WHERE: House 6, House 60, and beyond
WHEN: October 15-November 5
OPEN TO: OTA (closed prompts in comments)
WARNINGS: animagus times, general obliviousness, dust moths, tba

OPEN TO ALL.

After cooking for the Stark Expo, Frank had bailed pretty quickly thereafter, not wanting to stick around for the thank-yous and/or any derisive comments. He also really hadn't felt as though he had much to contribute to a "tech conference" even with no tech to be found. At first, he considers going to find that book Mark started with all the skills and scratching his name off every page, but he finds himself heading to the Lake instead.

Before he knows it, he's heading down to the Bunker and straight for that powers vending machine. He studies the choices for a long time, remembering his conversation with Kamala and wondering if this all isn't an elaborate trap. Maybe it does nothing? Just another way to mess with their minds. He's heard whisperings of people hearing one another's thoughts recently and decides he needs to pick something tangible. Something he can prove definitively worked or didn't work. His finger hovers over Animal Transformation, but then he swallows, steeling himself. To Hell with it, right?

It isn't Frank Castle who runs out of the bunker and back onto the surface, but a coyote. He will be easily spotted loitering outside House 6 like he's trying to figure out how to work a doorknob in this state. When he gives up, he goes to lay down in the backyard, like he's watching over the animals in the pen. The groffle and zalpaca graze on as if oblivious to a predator nearby. Perhaps because they sense it's not really a creature who intends them any harm. After a time, Frank nods off in that state and a croc-dog finds him, curling up under his chin to join in the nap.

Over the next week or two, people might spot the coyote who comes in close to the Villages, most often he'll be outside the Schoolhouse or the Inn but never does he try to venture inside or close enough to be caught. If someone catches his eyes, he'll run off towards the forest.

WILDCARD.

[ closed threads posted in the comments. if you would like a personalized starter please comment here or pm me! ]

sixthiteration

WHERE: Bunker and beyond
WHEN: 12-30 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE, but please read the NOTES
WARNINGS: Please warn on your subject line as needed
!!IMPORTANT NOTES!!: ALL OF THESE PROMPTS ARE OPEN TO EVERYONE, HOWEVER, INITIAL DISCOVERIES OF "HOW ALARMING" and "PAST & PENDING" ARE ASSIGNED! Any character may get in there, just please time it for AFTER the discovery. You don't need to wait for the discovery threads to finish, just please be mindful. Questions go here.
PLOT DETAILS | ASSIGNMENTS | BUNKER DETAILS | BUNKER KEY (USE THIS!)

It's only been a couple of weeks since the fraught discovery of the underground bunker, and it's far from giving up all of its secrets. The cold, industrial concrete of the walls and floors, the computer consoles, the abandoned labs all speak to a peek behind the curtain, but how far this rabbit hole goes is anyone's guess.

In the coming weeks, more will be revealed for those bold enough to seek it: Blocked pathways cleared, stuck doorways foisted opened onto the strange and disturbing. So really, just another day for our villagers.

POWER PLAY

In one of the smaller rooms resides a machine, pieced together from what seems to be spare parts, awkwardly made but functional. Boot it up and in the center of the hodgepodge a screen will flicker to life; on it, a list of abilities and a timeframe. Make a choice, follow the instructions to tap your wrist device to the adjacent sensor pad, and see what comes of it.

HOW ALARMING

Behind another door, a seemingly innocuous, inert computer console — But boot this one up and our intrepid explorers are faced with a prompt: IMMINENT DANGER ALARM ACTIVATION. After everything that's happened in recent weeks, maybe a little warning might not be the worst idea.

Everybody else, cover your ears. A test of the alarm is happening in 1, 2, 3...

PAST & PENDING

In a room with walls covered in multi-color flame insignias resides yet another seemingly-harmless computer console. When turned on, the screens display lists, numbered iterations with name upon name. Some are very familiar. Some are corrupted and difficult to make out. Few of them are particularly comforting.

markwatney

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: Town Hall & Inn
WHEN: 6 September 2018, Evening
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Warn on your threads, please. PTSD is probably a given.
NOTES: Support group mingle! If your character needs some support after the latest meta plot or just generally, send them on over to Town Hall. Also, feel free to do top levels having to do with signing up for a tube monitoring shift. Please let me know if you want a Mark thread, I have notifs off for the post.

So, I have been down to what we all seem to be collectively calling the Bunker. It is... something, to say the least.

For some people it feels like hope and for others despair, and I can honestly see both sides of it. Some people need to feel like they have some control, even if it's illusory — Having a puzzle to possibly solve makes them feel less adrift. For others, it's too much reality, or the perception of, anyway. I can't say I'm personally convinced by any of it.

See, I've been here since the start of whatever this is, with a group that's almost entirely gone now. It's been five months since we were birthed into this expanded world, and I don't know if it's any more real than the last. That isn't me putting on a tin foil hat, that's just respecting the environment. Mars was the same way: You do what you need to do to eke out a life, to survive or even thrive, but it's dangerous to think you have any real control. Everything can go to shit in the blink of eye, and then you're tumbling around in an airlock while your entire food supply is turned to dust.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying people should stop hoping to get home, stop trying to figure it all out. I'm just saying we might all be a little easier mentally if we could express how scary it is to know, deep down, that the rug can be pulled out from under us at any moment... And then to accept that feeling that way is okay.

With that in mind, after a little meditating during my daily work in the fields, I put up two notices on the blackboard in the South Village inn:

Volunteers to monitor the bunker tubes for new arrivals, please sign up for a shift on the paper on the bar.

That's one thing we can do, at least. Just the illusion of control, but still important to some people, and definitely helpful for anybody new.

Below that:

Support Group Tonight
Town Hall - 7:00 PM
Everyone Welcome

I don't know how many people will actually show — We've got a surprisingly stubborn, resilient group, in my experience. But even if it helps just one person, it's worth doing.

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: Anywhere
WHEN: August 25-26
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Mental manipulation, drowning, death
NOTES: Details here. This post is for EVERYONE, not just the affected. Please make sure and note if your thread is locked for plot purposes.

It began slowly.

A wisp of song or familiar sound on the breeze swept in from the lake. No source to be found, only the uneasy feeling it had been heard before as it coiled itself steadily inside the minds of the chosen. The sound was a mantra, pulsing soft at first and then louder, growing over days until it seemed to fill the skull, relentless. Come here, the lake whispered, cajoled, shouted. It is cool and quiet beneath the waves.

Come here, it presses now in time with the melody until there is nothing but to blindly follow. The water is calling.

underachievement

WHO: Jessica Jones
WHERE: outskirts, Forest
WHEN: August ~8
OPEN TO: Frank
WARNINGS: alcoholism, language, bozos with trauma, vague cult allusions, AU history

( But God at what cost? )

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.

epundemic

WHO: Ellie
WHERE: Fountain, Storehouse, Inn, House 15
WHEN: Ellie's arrival (August 1) & the first few days after
OPEN TO: Jessica Jones + Open
WARNINGS:Nothing for now, will update as needed

Fountain (closed to Jessica Jones)
The last thing she remembers is water. There had been so much water, and not enough time to get Joel out of the bus he had been trapped in. The water overcame her and filled her nose and mouth, and eventually her lungs. When she blacked out, the last thing she could recall feeling was terror. As she wakes up surrounded by water, that terror turns to panic. Both combine to make her thrash away from the force she feels gently pushing her upward. It's enough to get her moving but not good enough to bring her anywhere near the surface.

Her first instinct screams to find Joel, but it doesn't take longer than a couple of seconds for her to realize that he's not here. She's not in the same place anymore, she must've been washed away somewhere else. She can tell that the water here isn't necessarily as deep as what she had been drowning in before, sunlight visible from where she is. She can't swim, so her struggle is mainly flailing limbs and an attempt to claw her way up while ignoring the burst of nausea she feels as her lungs burn in protest.

Storehouse
Okay, so she's not just going to let her clothes and shit be taken without at least trying to get them back. Ellie doesn't have much in the world and the fact that what little she does have was taken from her doesn't sit right with her. Not like the way she woke up here or the fact she has no idea where she actually is makes her feel warm and fuzzy, but it's not knowing where her things are that really get to her. She stubbornly refuses to believe they're just gone and takes to looking for them. Eventually, she ends up at the storehouse. It looks like where things are stored, so maybe this is where all the stolen stuff is kept?

She's not exactly quiet while she's digging around, ranting and raving about just what she's going to do to whoever touched her stuff when she finds them.

Inn
It doesn't take long for Ellie to find out where it is she's supposed to go in order to find work. She's so conditioned to having to earn her keep that she doesn't even stop long enough to consider she might deserve a break. The census is at the inn, and there she can find a way to register herself and make herself officially useful. She ends up exploring the first level of the inn after doing so, finding her way right to the kitchen. She's starving, and her stomach comically growls right in time with her eyes spotting some things just sitting around.

Not really sure if it's cool for her to do or not, she creeps her way in so she can grab an apple. But why stop with just one apple when you can have two, and maybe a potato or two to go along with them? She ends up juggling it all and winds up dropping an apple in the process. Her teeth firmly bite into the other apple to hold onto it, and the potatoes are set aside as she chases along after the runaway fruit. It rolls and leads the way right to a pair of shoes that get her to stop in her tracks and glance upward. Are they here to stop her?

House 15
Ellie's like an old lady, spending way too much time out on the porch of her house. The inside is huge, way bigger than anything that a girl her age needs. Maybe if Joel were here with her, it'd be different. But he isn't, so she accepts the house and thinks of it as her castle. Sure, she runs around the house a lot and feels weird having so many empty rooms. But it's space that's all hers, something she's never had before. Military school didn't exactly allow private rooms. As much as she loves spending time inside a huge house alone, it's the porch that she spends the most time on. In her first week there, she spends hours sitting on the railing and just observing life around the settlement. She even sleeps out there, meaning that it's easy for her to jump up to attention and throw rocks at anyone that's out late making too much noise.

underachievement

WHO: Jessica Jones
WHERE: 6I
WHEN: July 13-16, to be updated throughout the month
OPEN TO: Kamala; Sam; other options OTA
WARNINGS: language

07/13: INN + SURROUNDINGS

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Kamala

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OTHER

6I streets

6I Inn

[ ooc | Will match tag style if you prefer brackets! My plot post is here if you'd like to discuss first, and here is Jess's bio and application with her CRAU history. Will be using this post for all of July, editing only to add new starters or update Jess's circumstances for the wildcard option. ]

theluckygirl

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: House #3, Inn, Out and About
WHEN: July 11th to end of month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Sweet delicious coffee, injuries due to getting hit by lightning, will update!!

House #3/Inn | Anytime until 25th

"OH MY GOD WHO.. HOW.. WHEN.."

Claire's voice echoes through and out the windows of House #3 and an excited squeal follows it before she rushes through from her bedroom calling for Karen to see if she's around. She has to show someone before she changes from yoga pants into jeans and heads over to the inn to make herself a cup. Hell, she'll make whoever is there a cup if they want it. It's about time that french press made some real coffee.

Struck by Lightning - 26th - Closed to Clint

Really, Claire should have been a lot more cautious and aware since hearing about two people she knew who were struck by lightning. But she was in a rush to get back to the inn to finish helping with some dishes and before she knew it, a pain shot through her foot and travelled up the entire right side of her body.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and moments after that she was falling into a heap on the ground and staring into the sky until an abrupt pop sounded inside her head.

oorah

WHO: MAYOR HOTDOG
WHERE: AROUND
WHEN: JULY
OPEN TO: Everyone! with specific prompts for Kira, Karen, Kamala - the second prompt I'm willing to do up to 3x if anyone wants Frank to save them!
WARNINGS: dog talkin and lightning strikes and dad vibes tbh

( JULY 6-7: CLOSED TO KIRA & KAREN )

At the first thunder crack overhead that morning, he already feels like he's late for "work." In Reims he would have been wrapping up his patrol and immediately begun soundproofing with Tetora. He looks around at the rudimentary job Bucky and himself had done in his house and sighs. Living as a scared recluse with a teenaged ward is probably not the answer for surviving this place, but maybe today of all days isn't the time to correct it. Or maybe that's an excuse, too.

Frank pulls his hood up and makes his way out into the fray, not entirely sure where the day will take him, but he knows he can't hang around and do nothing all day either. Not on a beautiful rain-day such as this. His first step is Mark and Kira's house where he goes to pick up Aurora. No one but the dog is home and he summons her out into the storm though he knows she isn't the biggest fan of rain. Max hadn't been either, at first, but once she's outside he knows she'll do fine. And it's easier than it should be to convince her, really, encouraging her in a soft tone until they've both cleared the porch.

From there they head straight on into the woods to do some exploring, maybe not the most productive use of the Mayor's time, but maybe here he doesn't have to be everything to everyone. He would actually much prefer being nothing to everyone though perhaps at first that wasn't the case - now he just wants to disappear. At least for a little while. He comes to a clearing with several big, sturdy treehouses and looks up at them as he remembers his treehouse hideaway in Reims. How is it possible to miss a place so much and yet be so grateful that he's never going back?

A bright bolt of lightning shoots across the sky and he opens his mouth in a gasp, Aurora transfixed by it too. Maybe they should take cover for a little while before venturing back out. Just off the path ahead is a cave with a low-slung entrance. They could at least get dry for a bit and maybe have a snack. The shepherd grins up at him suddenly as if he'd said the snack part aloud. She's such a strange dog...

Frank has to hunch down to fit through the entrance of the cavern, looking around to make sure it's safe. Aurora begins running excited circles around him as he swings his pack off his shoulder to open it and find the bone he'd brought her. While his back is turned, he hears something he could swear is - Karen's laugh? Just as he looks up to assure himself he's hearing things, another loud crack sounds from just outside, followed by a terrifying boom as the rain redoubles its efforts to drown the surrounding area. A thick, rotted oak tree falls with a slap into the mud, perfectly covering their route to escape.

( OPEN TO KAMALA + UP TO 2 OTHERS )

The rain is constant and cold today, coming down like a sheet in the middle of the field he finds himself in. There are little blue flowers arranged sporadically all around the area and something about it sets his teeth on edge. It's like when he first ran into Jessica at the Crab Boil, the hair on the back of his neck and arms raising even as the water tries to mat it down. Something's coming, something he isn't going to like.

He spots the person belatedly, wondering why he didn't see them sooner, but rain is in his eyes and ears and dulling his senses no matter how used to being out in the din he is. It's almost like seeing a vision a few moments into the future, feeling his body seize in inexplicable fear. Before he can register what's happening, he's diving forward and tackling the figure to the ground, shielding them with his own body as a single bolt of lightning strikes down, glancing off the edge of his boot.

His heart is hammering in his chest as he rolls off the person before he can crush them with his considerable bulk, not noticing they had landed directly in a patch of those mysterious flowers. "Are you okay?" he gruffs, trying not to think about how close that was, or the fact that without his newly given powers, they might both be extra crispy right now.

( OPEN TO ALL · listen to the waves )

Frank has acquired a few more... friends today. His usual faithful sidekicks are here with him, of course, Aurora the wild German Shepherd and Aretha the lazy bloodhound, but there are four more where that came from. The two Corgi dogs that had made an appearance at the Crab Boil, a sheepdog and a Husky-mutt are all following Frank dutifully as he makes his way through the fields, tending to the gardens in the light, consistent rain of the afternoon. The Sun is peeking through the clouds stubbornly, creating a truly perfect day in his eyes. Though he's slowly breaking himself of his silent existence, the rain makes it easier to acclimate. Even the soft noise of the gentle pitter-patter today is enough to conceal his constant chatter to his buddies. And to their credit, they all sit at attention and listen intently, even the usually hyperactive Aurora.

When he goes to pluck dead leaves from the plant he's stooped over, Aretha nudges in suddenly and does the task herself. His eyes widen as all the dogs follow suit, weeding diligently in an obvious mirror to his actions. Frank straightens up and watches them with his hands on his hips, like he can't believe what he's seeing. He accidentally taught a herd of dogs to... garden with him?! At least that's useful, if a little creepy. Uh. Yeah. He can work with this.

Soon, they're working together like a well-oiled machine, deadheading and weeding in the rain like it's the most natural thing in the world. Frank is humming a lively tune as they go and soon Aretha is warbling her own version along with him. Did he stumble into a Disney picture and not realize?

( OPEN TO ALL · let them wash away your pain )

Groffles. What a delightfully flawless creature. It's raining again today and there's a bow and arrow strapped to his back like he left his house with every intention to hunt. But then he'd come along a herd of groffles and stops for a moment just to watch them. They're so... cute, and he doesn't notice the pitchy sigh that's left his lips until he hears it belatedly aloud. Sometimes, he thinks he might actually like this place, and almost all of those times include dogs (or groffles, his totes new favorite.)

A particularly bold specimen comes straight up to him and nudges at Frank's jacket pockets. He shakes his head even as he reaches out a hand to see if he can pet her nose. "Oh... sorry girl, I came out here empty-handed. Rude, I know. Just like a New Yorker." You're rambling at animals again, Francis. But the groffle lets him pet her damp hair even though he has nothing for her and it's enough to get a shallow smile from him. Reluctantly, he turns away to set himself back onto the trail he'd been traveling but after walking a few paces, he realizes she's following him. That settles it, doesn't it? Frank Castle is officially a Disney princess.

The wild groffle follows him all the way back to the village, not to be deterred by any amount of distraction. Sometimes, you just have to accept the gift-groffle life gives you, right? And when life gives you a groffle, you get green milk and a really cute buddy. The afternoon will see Frank building a pen for the gentle creature behind House 6 and feeding her peaches from his pockets. "What do you think about Whitney?" he asks gamely, since apparently the Frank who was here last liked the classics.

underachievement

WHO: Jessica Jones
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Woods
WHEN: June 21st (evening), June 22nd and onward
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Panic attack, alcoholism, party crashing, mention of disturbed sleep, PG-13 language

( I did once, but this is pretty, uh, bad. )

Sixth Iteration

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maybe by next summer we'll have changed our tune

ψ can't turn back now I'm haunted | CLOSED

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

open | we always are together

as cuddly as a cactus, as charming as an eel.

( OPEN ) gotta get back gotta get free.

[MINGLE] PLOT: Brave New World

POWER PLAY

HOW ALARMING

PAST & PENDING

[MINGLE] Post-Bunker Support Group

[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[MINGLE] PLOT: Siren's Call

I know it keeps you healthy.

[MINGLE] EVENT: Birthday Party

(no subject)

i'll have you know cockroaches make extremely loyal and durable pets

you've been... thunderstruck

( OPEN & CLOSED ) So you say you wanna get away.

( JULY 6-7: CLOSED TO KIRA & KAREN )

( OPEN TO KAMALA + UP TO 2 OTHERS )

( OPEN TO ALL · listen to the waves )

( OPEN TO ALL · let them wash away your pain )

. 01 // I've never seen Sharon look so bad before.