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sixthiteration

WHERE: Anywhere in 6I
WHEN: Anytime prior to 10:00 AM July 1, 2019
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line
NOTES: This post is for anyone who might want to thread out the lead up to the disappearances or who have anything they care to wrap up generally. New posts are now restricted, but you may comment as much as you like and time your thread for any point prior to the end. If you use the post, please make sure you are clear in your subject line or with a header in your top-levels if your thread is locked, as this is technically a mingle. Endgame details may be found here. Very best wishes to everyone, and thank you for joining us!

tothefly

WHO: Natasha Romanoff
WHERE: South Village outskirts
WHEN: April 5th, spam from 5th-8th
OPEN TO: all (Network first response goes to Reyes)
WARNINGS: Injuries

[network, video, OTA (first response goes to Reyes)]

[It looks like there's something smeared over the screen; it's just a jumble of color, blacks and browns and the faintest hint of sky peeking through here and there, a blur that implies faint motion. The voice is recognizable as Natasha's, but the words are slightly slurred and it sounds like she's having a hard time putting them together.]

They took...him. I think--

[A small sound of pain, and another brief pause of labored breathing.]

Don't...know his name. Tall. Blonde. Fighter. Teal wristband. More of those people--not us--

Think I--know which way they went. Someone needs to...

[And then there's the sound of someone falling, and the video ends.]

[action, south village inn, OTA]

A concussion means Natasha isn't going to sleep any time soon. She should still be resting, shouldn't be sitting up given the state of her injuries, but judging by the look on her face anyone who tells her that has a good chance of going through the window she's sitting by. The map she and Loki had found is unfurled on the table in front of her, and she's bent over it, marking distances and looking pretty intent, despite her pale, clammy skin and the rapidly purpling bruise emanating outward from her temple, a cut at its center.

She doesn't even bother looking up as she hears someone enter the room, instead holding out a hand towards them and motioning. "Come here. I need another pair of hands."

connatural

WHO: Ashley Magnus
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Around
WHEN: End of March
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Violence, brainwashing, experimentation fallout

( They are the force between when the sunlight is arising )

cisskabob

WHO: Cissie King-Jones
WHERE: House 25, the Hospital, the Dojo, the Schoolhouse, anywhichwhere!
WHEN: Late March, anytime before 4/02
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A yet; will update if needed

House 25 | OTA

Cissie and Tim have finally moved out of the Inn, claiming House 25 as their own. It's a cute little place, and she's pretty happy to start making it their own. She doesn't consider it giving up or anything like that; there's no way for them to know how long they'll be here, and as long as the Observers keep picking them up and dumping them in the wilderness, they may as well have a nice place to return to. It makes her feel better. And now it's Spring, which means she can spend time out in the yard, starting to clean up the yard and think about whether they'll be able to have a garden of some kind. If she's not digging in the dirt, she can be found inside the house, or on the porch with some tea and a book.

Hospital | OTA

She volunteered to help out, and Cissie is a girl of her word. Besides, she likes having something like a job, a schedule to follow. It also helps her to feel like she has a purpose here; it's something that was missing before, both in Wonderland and at home. Having the opportunity to learn more about medicine, and to help the few medical staff members in the village makes her feel better, even if all she really does is clean rooms and keep things stocked when she's not receiving lessons.

Dojo | OTA

Cissie knows that she's a young, pretty blonde teenager, and it's easy to be underestimated. A lot of times she relies on that. For her first few months here, she didn't even set foot in the dojo. But now that she's recovered from her adventures with Aqua in the forest, she doesn't want to get caught in another situation where she may have to run or fight for her (or someone else's) life--at least not without some solid practice under her belt. So she goes to the dojo now, at least daily, and does what she can. It may have been a few years since she wore a mask, but her mother started her training at age five. She knows multiple martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, she did gymnastics and ballet and tap, but more than anything... She misses her archery. She won't say no if someone wants to spar, either.

Wildcard! OTA

[Pick your poison! Feel free to encounter Cissie anywhere in the South Village; she spends a lot of time in the schoolhouse, takes daily jogs around but won't wander too far outside the village itself. Anywhere is fair game to run into her, though--literally or figuratively!]

tothefly

WHO: (Who is making the post)
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: March 6 - March 17
OPEN TO: all + message/spam for Bev
WARNINGS: nada

[network, open text]

[She'd message Bruce privately the day before to tell him about this very thing plus show him what she and Loki had brought back from their little surprise vacation, but it's taken a day before she'd felt up to anything else, and she's still not exactly feeling up to much.]

For those of you who didn't already know, Betty Ross is gone.

[network, voice, private to Beverly]

I think I might have done some damage while we were out in the woods. Mind stopping by to take a look? I don't want to tell Bruce until I know what's wrong, he'll make a bigger deal out of it than I want.

[video, open:]

[The map is a real find. She'd spent half the day before borrowing some of Bruce's precious paper to make her own copy before taking it out to the South Village Inn, but she's finally here, and the map is spread over one of the tables in the front room, one edge weighted down with the case and the other corners with empty glasses. The video opens on the carefully framed map itself, and Nat's voice narrates as she points out key locations.]

Think we're finally getting a birds-eye view of this place. We're here, and here's the ruins with the fever snakes; here's the shrine, and the southern beach I got to tour the last time this place decided to send me on an adventure. Loki and I were up here--there's ruins of an old settlement housed inside a bunch of scuttled ships on the rocks here, where we found this map.

But I think you'll all notice the biggest thing here: there's a second island to the northeast, here. [She taps the map, then turns the camera to face herself. She looks tired, but there's a glow to her green eyes that speaks to an inner purpose.]

Maybe we've been looking for our hosts in the wrong places. I'm leaving the map here in the South Village Inn front room, with the records. I've made a rough copy, but someone with a better hand should probably make a second.

[Spam, open:]

Nat remains in the front room of the Inn the rest of the day with the map, refining her smaller version and making some rough dimensional calculations. She's borrowed a spool of thread from the storeroom and roughly divided the map into a grid, trying to get a feel for the size of the space, and is available if anyone wants to come talk business.

Over the course of the next week and change, you can find her in the bunker, working away at the functioning consoles, trying to find answers with renewed purpose, or taking long soaks in the hot springs, where she'll be amenable to company of most kinds. Some nights might find her sitting out on the porch of #40 wrapped in a blanket, a tawny peacat draped over her lap and rumbling loud enough to be heard on the road. She won't be working out in the dojo for the next short while, doctor's orders, but she does stop by every few days to see if Nida needs a hand with anything, or if any of the regulars are there to chat.

connatural

WHO: Ashley Magnus
WHERE: Around the village
WHEN: During the first part of March, post Take Two
OPEN TO: OTA, with individual threads for Desmond and Lucy
WARNINGS: Talk of dying and killing likely

( But I'm still alone in my mind )

thevulnerability

WHO: Chloe Decker
WHERE: South Villiage Fountain | Town Hall | Hot Springs
WHEN: Beginning February 10th, from the day she arrives to a couple days later
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed

( is what i always pray )

firacrux

WHO: Seifer Almasy
WHERE: Various places around the village
WHEN: Monthly catch-all for Feb 10th ~ 23rdish
OPEN TO: OTA with a few closed threads
WARNINGS: Some swearing, will update if necessary

( Working at the Forge )

( Helping out at the Inn OTA )

( Visit with the doctor: Closed to Beverly Crusher )

( Crocdog hunting redux: closed to Anne )

(OOC: Got another idea, want to plot something? Feel free to hit me up or toss up a wildcard starter!

EDIT: Oops didn't realize that he didn't have his band yet for the band glitch to be fixed. My bad.)

skyward_eyes

WHO: Nida
WHERE: At Beverly Crusher's House
WHEN: Wee Hours of Feb 2nd
OPEN TO: Beverly Crusher
WARNINGS: Deep Emotional Pain, Referenced Death, Intentional Injury

( It's A Hard Story To Swallow )

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.

skyward_eyes

WHO: Nida
WHERE: South Village Hospital
WHEN: Afternoon 9 December
OPEN TO: Closed to Dr. Beverly Crusher
WARNINGS: Possible discussion of past trauma

( Who needs sleep? )

sixthiteration

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

connatural

WHO: Ashley Magnus
WHERE: South Village, by the water
WHEN: random Mornings throughout the month
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Updated as needed

( You only get one shot to shoot at fate, so better take your time before it’s too late )

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.

tothefly

WHO: Natasha Romanoff
WHERE: South Village Fountain, Inn, Town Hall, aroundish.
WHEN: afternoon of Oct. 16th, the few days after
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: none yet, will header in comments if anything pops up

Fountain arrival: open to first two

They had been in Wakanda. She's sure they had been in Wakanda. Barnes had just gone back into cryo while they waited for test results, something to undo what HYDRA had done to his mind for all those years. Steve had been with him. Natasha had been...she'd been...

She hadn't been underwater, and now there's water all around her, and she's choking on it as instinct kicks in and she propels herself to the surface, all thoughts of where she'd been and how she'd gotten here lost for the moment in the rush for oxygen and survival. There's the surface, and she breaks through with a gasp and a choked cough, and every limb feels so heavy she could just sink right back below the surface, but there's an edge right there--is she in a pool? It doesn't matter, she hauls herself to the edge and then out, sliding to the ground and waiting for breathing to feel a little less like a foreign concept. This is definitely not Wakanda, she thinks, and she is definitely not where she went to sleep the night before. There's a lump behind her back--a backpack?--and she immediately pulls it around, going through the contents looking for answers and finding nothing but more questions.

If T'Challa had wanted her out of the country, he could have just offered her a ride, she thinks, vaguely ironic. It's fine. It's fine. She'll take a moment here to catch her breath--just a second--and then she'll be on the move again. She's woken up in worse places before.

Inn: OTA

It hadn't taken long after that first conversation for her to start feeling the itch to move, the exposure in the open space highlighted by the chill of damp clothing. The inn had been the obvious answer, and the bathroom upstairs had afforded her a better look at herself and the contents of her pack before drying off and changing into a fresh set of scrubs. The color seems to mean something, if what she's seen so far is any indication, but what exactly it's supposed to mean still evades her. At least she's always looked good in black. After a quick change, Natasha makes her way back downstairs. She isn't in Wakanda, she isn't anywhere anyone seems to have heard of, but that doesn't mean anything. Time for a little recon of her own, she thinks, and starts her exploration in the front room downstairs. It doesn't take long before she finds the village census and public records. There's a lot of information to unpack here, but she keeps finding herself going back to the same pages, over and over. How is her name in this book, if she's never been here before? There have to be answers somewhere.

Open locations: OTA

It doesn't take long for Natasha to start trying to familiarize herself with her location. Even if she's stuck here, that doesn't mean she has to stay blind. You're likely to run into her over the course of the next few days in any number of places, both public areas and maybe a few less-public. Empty houses are also a safe bet, as she tries to find a place to set up a home base, as it were, and frequently the inn, as she keeps returning to study the public records and census. No information is bad information, right? Anyway, before she goes looking for this bunker she keeps hearing about, she wants to have a better idea of what to expect out there, which means approaching people (more often than not the ones she doesn't recognize) to ask questions and hear about other peoples' experiences with the uncomfortably-named 'Observers.'

ethnobotany

WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: All over: schoolhouse, hospital, garden by House 20, lake's edge, ANYWHERE
WHEN: mid October
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: tbd

Beverly had noticed the surprising return of the schoolhouse a few days after the bonfire, though she hadn't yet carved time out of her day to go see it. Now, though, as she passes by on her way to the Inn, she thinks she might be able to. The entire structure seems to have been rebuild almost overnight. She remembers well what it's been like for almost as long as she can remember being here and now here it is looking like new. She'd never really gotten a chance to look at it beforehand. Or, probably more accurately, she hadn't taken the time to before.

So why not now?

With that in mind, she finally steps inside, not really drawn to anything in particular. She's more just interested in seeing what there is to see inside. If she can find anything of interest, any books or other useful items, she'll call it a win. What a grand surprise, flashes through her mind as she makes her way further inside, not at all expecting to find anyone else.

Later on, she takes her normal daily activities, though once she finds out about the mind-linking and realizes it can be turned off, she tries to keep the app off. It... isn't always successful. So she can be found in the hospital, gardening by House 20, or out alone by the lake's edge when she wants to take a breather away from a bunch of people whose thoughts she can hear. Regardless, she is as usual very welcoming and sometimes her thoughts get the better of her if she isn't actively trying to keep a lid on them.

Wouldn't it just be nice if the Observers would stop treating us like mice?

On the 13th, which is the first year she's had an actual date here, she spends a decent amount of time at House 20, mostly full of introspection. Eventually, she takes some time at the Inn to drop off some chamomile leaves and see what else can be done. It's an interesting milestone, both in terms of birthdays and length of time here, and despite whatever new game the Observers are planning, she wants to keep forging friendships and building bonds. What better time to do that than on her special day? So she helps out as she can, asking anyone who steps into the kitchen area if they need anything in particular and doing her best to help if they say yes.

( ooc: if none of this catches your attention, wildcard her! i can come up with a reason for her to be just about anywhere, but if you're uncertain, feel free to ask me by pm or plurk! if you don't want a 'great minds' type plot/thread, just let me know in the subject line that your thread is without mind-link or something, so i know! )

sixthiteration

WHERE: Hot Springs
WHEN: 21 Sept, after sunset
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed
NOTES: Details found here

It's been a strange, rough couple of months for our intrepid villagers — Bunkers, superpowers and clones, oh my! Perhaps the Observers are sympathetic to their plight, or maybe they just have a peculiar sense of humor. At any rate, they've set up a gathering space chalk full of summer camp goodness, no strings attached. Not that anyone knows that part.

Just before sunset, a cheery message pops up on wrist devices all across the settlement and beyond. The instructions seem simple enough, although one does have to wonder at what dubious gift awaits them all after everything is said and done.

Marshmallows are on the house, so grab yourself a stick, strap on a sash and get to roasting, villagers. Skinny dipping, sing-alongs and friendship bracelets optional.

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.

minus1twin

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: A lot of places: The Inn, House #20, Bunker, Around
WHEN: September 3rd thru w/e
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A

Arrival – September 3rd [Closed to Major]

The bunkers arrival room appeared to be dormant when Major first stepped inside. There were lights and large vertical tubes of water, rectangular blinking screens, but nothing extraordinary seemed to be happening.

As if following that thought, the controls in the room whirled to life and Wanda's still form appeared in the glass tube. Her eyes were closed, seemingly asleep, while her long dark hair fanned around her in a halo. She looked exactly the same as when Major had seen her last with the wears and tears she'd sustained in the village before her disappearance. Her hair was longer and her features leaner compared to the day that she had left the simulation.

The countdown started, ticking like a clock while her vitals flickered on the screen to his right.

Her pulse was steady and even.

This was how they had all apparently arrived but the tubes had been broke only a day before and an error had nearly killed six people. It looked as if it was functioning properly but was there a guarantee that Wanda would be sent to the fountain and not killed?

House #20 – September 3rd Evening/Night

She was a little damp, wearing the dark green scrubs that she'd first arrived in, when she walked up to the house. Wanda wasn't sure what to say to the current residence of the familiar building but she'd already learned that a few months have passed since her disappearance. She'd tried to remember what had happened but it'd been only an instant; going to sleep and then waking up in that strange tube.

Had she been trapped in those tubes for all this time? Months by her account. Had there been other versions of her? She'd experienced it with Steve time and time again but she'd never thought that she'd find herself in this situation. A frown touched her lips as she stalled and stared at the familiar wooden door. She prayed that her room was in place, her clothes and her things. They weren't much but they were hers and she'd had told Clint to watch them should she disappear.

Even when she'd made those plans, she hadn't thought they would actually happen.

There was another long pause before Wanda stepped up and knocked at the door. She didn't know if anyone was still here or what else had changed but she hoped, like she'd never hoped before, that she hadn't lost the small family she'd grown to love.

Inn's Kitchen – September 4th

It felt as if things had returned to normal. There were new people in the village as well as old. She'd been told about some disappearances during her absence but her days, when she got right down to it, were the same as she remembered them.

She spent her morning at the house, keeping things tidy and feeding the ever growing collection of animals. Wanda doubted that Clint would have liked the idea of Wanda returning to her daily tasks so quickly but she was never the type who enjoyed sitting around and doing nothing.

With her morning tasks finished, she had headed towards the inn, helping with the tail end of lunch and cleaning before setting to her task of preserving the meats and fish that others had caught during the day and re-familiarizing herself with the kitchen.

Jon Stark had taught her how to preserve and handle a recent kill but it seemed as if he had disappeared. She didn't know if there were others who knew the process but she'd try and pick up whatever slack she could. Wanda could be found at various points in the kitchen: prepping meat, pausing long enough to grab a snack or cleaning up after she was finished.

It wasn't a pleasant activity, smell or sight, and she didn't blame anyone who walked into and then directly out of the kitchen as she worked. For those who could stomach the scene or caught Wanda cleaning up, they'd find her wearing a pair of light khaki pants with her long hair tied up at the back of her head in a ponytail. Her shirt was black and when the work got messy, she'd have an apron or over shirt on top of that to keep herself clean.

Spring – Night September 7th

The first few days of her return blurred together and while things were different, Wanda couldn't shake the sensation that they were the same.

She wanted to collect her thoughts but she didn't think that she could in the house, sitting in her old room, on her old bed. With a heavy sigh, Wanda pushed herself up, grabbed some soap she had stashed months ago in her upper drawer and headed towards the hot spring. It was roughly in the same place as the simulation's spring though it took Wanda a little time to find it.

Maybe her memory was fuzzier than she thought…

Without hesitation, she pulled off her clothes and stashed them under a rock before grabbing the soap and sinking into the water. Her underwear was within reach if she needed it but otherwise she'd wash, rinse and take a moment or two to enjoy the warm water and the thick heavy scents of daisies from the soap. The sounds of the night chirped, scurried and shifted around her and she hoped that the moose or any other wild life would leave her to her private thoughts. The last thing she wanted to do was run into foxes again or whatever else this world might have thrown at them that she didn't know about.

How could she be gone for so long but not remember anything of that time? Had she been frozen in place? Was this how Steve had felt waking up in the 21st century?

Wanda closed her eyes, her thoughts riddled with questions as she tried to relax.

Wildcard/around

[ooc: This will be Wanda's catch all for September and likely into next month for those who want to catch up with her.

She will be wandering around and setting out in mini explorations/day trips as she gets used to the area again. Time hasn't passed for her but she hadn't had a good look at the new setting before she disappeared. Feel free to find her anywhere if you want to run into her and there isn't a prompt that works for you. She isn't opposed to pausing to see what someone is up to, saying hello or offering her help.

Also feel free to make Test Drive threads Canon but please let me know!

I will be gone from the 7th to the 16th on vacation but I will be prioritizing this post as much as I can.]

Sixth Iteration

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Admin Post: [MINGLE] Endgame

No Longer Ghosts [network+log]

Distant stars come in black and red

[OPEN] Girls Just Wanna Have Fun... I Guess

long road home [backdated to March 6]

See, everywhere I go I got a million different people tryna' kick it

won't let the waves wash me away

Feb catch-all with an oops

[Closed] It Hurts When I Do This

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

[Closed] The Secret to Sleep

[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

make the choice to choose

[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

01. arrival

great minds and all that ( OPEN )

[MINGLE] Scout's Honor

[MINGLE] PLOT: Brave New World

POWER PLAY

HOW ALARMING

PAST & PENDING

001 - Rereturn - [OPEN]