catslooklikeme
10 February 2012 @ 12:11 am
Feather 12  
[Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard]
[Well, that won’t be a week Nall forgets anytime soon… he’s quite positive the nightmares that resulted from it will plague him for at least the next thousand years. It’s taken him a good day or so post regaining his wings and feet to pep talk himself back to his normal mind frame(sorta), and now he’s gotta go check in on his friends… Althena, he hopes they’ve been okay. Better check the mail first…

Nall opens the mailbox and sees an envelope addressed to him. Huh, wonder what it is this time… He opens it up and stares blankly at the paper inside for a good several minutes. …Really? This is…

Well, what better time to check it out? He holds the paper to his side and focuses, shimmering light enveloping him as it always does when he uses magic. He feels the change affect him, his mass shifting, expanding…

Apologies to housemates and people down the street. There’s now a white dragon sitting in the front lawn of 913 Bilko and Nall roars loudly, celebrating.]

[Over Mayfield]

[Nall enjoys stretching his wings and takes a little fly around town. It’s so good to have wings again, especially big strong wings. But he’s gotta take care of some business too… Gotta report in to Alex and Nash… and find his favorite peeps while he’s at it. Maybe now some people will believe that he’s not really a flying cat? He wonders what the people who see him will think. His kids mistake him for a large bird…]

[Makeout Point, Evening]

[Nall simply chills up in the hills come evening, sky gazing. He’s got some things to think over… But being a friendly dragon, he wouldn’t mind someone to divert his attention, really.]
 
 
Belphegor
10 February 2012 @ 01:37 am
Genius Prince 16  
[A; Action; 1488 Kramden Road; reaaaally early in the morning; locked to housemates]
[For the past few days, this young prince has slowly been getting his normal body back. Fingers and eyes regenerating, tail withdrawing....it had felt quite, well, not nice. Actually it had been rather painful. And nothing he'd like to deal with again.

But now, as he comes through the house, finally back completely, there's a happy and wide smile on his face. Not that grin you're used to seeing, but more of that a kid his age should wear when they were truly happy. He doesn't look anything like a pro killer right now.

Plus, he's got his box weapon back. Not the means to open it, but the box is one step closer to getting Mink back. ]
 
[B; Action; 1249 Williams Road; still insanely early in the morning; locked to Niou]
[Coming in through the window, Bel look around the room. It's still early, really early, so he's not exactly surprised to find Niou in bed.

With a wide grin, he jumps from the window and onto the bed, landing on top of Niou. Hope you don't mind the rude awakening. Besides, he's already busy poking Niou's face and touching it, with his newly regenerated fingers. ]
 
Hey, wake up!
 
[ Is it even possible not to wake up from that pounce? ]
 
[C; Action; all around Mayfield; afternoon; open for all]
[ Bel's been moving around town all afternoon, and if he spots someone he knows, or just talked to once, even those he knows hate him, he comes up to them just to stare beneath his backs, smile wide on his face. And happy as he is to have his fingers back again, he's also going to touch anyone who gets close enough. Nothing inapropriate, but probably unsettling for many. ]
 
 
Lithuania
10 February 2012 @ 06:18 am
dvidešimt septyni; action  
A; 1333 Benny Road {backdated to February 6}
[Lithuania's arms, at least, have gone back to normal. His legs are still robotic and his mind is fuzzy, but he'll count his blessings where he can. Going outside and finding a package for him full of little holes is cause for a bit of concern, given who knows what might be in there. There's definitely something moving around in there, but the box isn't that large, so it can't be anything too dangerous, right?

Opening the box reveals a little fluffball of a dog, leaping out and running a little circle around Lithuania before, realizing something has definitely changed, sniffing at his mechanical limbs. Lithuania, staring down at the dog, finally feels his mind clear. His memories rush back all at once, while he's bending down to pet the dog, and he ends up staring at the animal while it licks his hand.]


...Ah.

[And slowly he's remembering what he did all this week. Specifically, the people he ran into. More specifically, the person he ran into wearing a box over their head.]

Poland, you bastard!

[Lithuania, with his characteristic flailing worry, will be heading next door, but feel free to intercept him and his little dog too.]

B; 1332 Benny Road {locked to Poland}
[Lithuania, having had a few days to finally get his regular legs back and after Poland is--as normal as Poland ever is--will just be knocking on his friend's door.]
 
 
eyesofaserpent
10 February 2012 @ 02:56 pm
Drink Count: 21 || Droned Demon  
[That was stupid, Crowley. Not that he knew Jormungandr's saliva is poison. But still... It was at least a relatively pleasant death. The poison worked quickly and it wasn't gruesome. All in all, it was a good way to go.

It takes three days for Crowley to be revived. And when he does, he wakes up droned. This lasts the whole day, though tomorrow he will wake up himself.

Meanwhile, he's out of the house walking his dog, Rika. He's wearing a brown suit and coat, but no sunglasses. He seems not to have noticed his yellow eyes or his pristine white wings. He also doesn't quite sound the same. It's his accent! He doesn't sound like a denizen of Mayfair anymore, but like an American. He greets everyone cheerfully as he passes them.]


Good morning, neighbor! It's a beautiful day today.
 
 
楓原万葉 (Kaedehara Kazuha)
10 February 2012 @ 03:55 pm
♕ 3  
1. Mayfield Elementary
( Spain's class might have noticed that he's been a little off since the week began. For the most part, the effects of Mrs. Johnson's surgery wore off but instead of running around and being active in class, he's spent most of the week at his desk sleeping. The last week was very exhausting, okay!

But today, Spain has a project for you, class! There are bags of dirt, some styrofoam cups, and different types of seeds (tomato, bean, marigold, and nasturtiums). When they're finished, they'll be asked to put their names on the cups and line them against the window at the back of class. It's a simple project that he thinks they'll have fun learning. It's also very obvious that he'll have extra supplies and he'll let the students take a few home if they want. It looks like he's back to his old self.
)

. . . Sounds pretty easy, right? It'll be fun, I promise. Are there any questions?

2. Around town
( After school, Spain can be found walking with Toro. His friend is carrying the leftover bag of dirt and whatever supplies Spain had left over. Spain will be carrying a few potted plants. Originally, he was going to take them home! But if you're curious and want one, he'll be more than glad to give a few away.)

3. 1129 Taylor Rd
( There's a row of dirty cups by the kitchen window. Spain will be in the living room this time. The guitar he just regained is on the couch next to him but for now, he's working on another project: He's taken the box of paper flowers out from the back of his closet and has begun to make some new ones. )

4. Phone
( Speaking of Mrs. Johnson's experiments. Spain's been wondering about something since those began and now that he's back to his old self, he really has to know: )

Hola! How is everyone this week? Hopefully everyone is feeling better.

Ah, but I was wondering. . . who is this "Rory" person?

( And why did that crazy lady keep talking about him )
 
 
Aradia Megido
10 February 2012 @ 06:12 pm
♈ >Aradia: Be a tough cookie ♈  
♈ AA: Morning; Phone

Oh no...

I think I've been gone for quite awhile!

[There's some rustling and a clatter. Aradia went to check the calender.]

I'm sorry about not being around! I guess I...I don't think I've died? I could be wrong. Maybe I got droned? I'm back though. I'm pretty sure I'm back! Hehe, I guess I wouldn't be making this phone call otherwise.

Oh I have to get off the phone now. I'm going to be late for school!

♈ AA: Afternoon; School Cafeteria

[Aradia is just sitting at one of the lunch tables with her lunch baggie. She's munching away at her sandwich, happy and bliss. She missed all the operations. It was probably a good thing. Aradia would have been upset, and with her psychic powers available at her disposal...

But what Aradia doesn't seem to know is there's a wad of gum shoved into her hair.

She had gotten into an argument with one of the kid drones. He wouldn't let her play sports with them! The nerve of these drone kids. She didn't realize when she turned and left in a huff, he had shoved gum into her hair. Poor thing. It was stuck pretty badly in her hair now.

Someone better tell her, before leaves and gunk get stuck in it too.]
 
 
sunnysnakeup
10 February 2012 @ 07:56 pm
Program 8  
[Action - 2236 Stevens Road - Dated to Evening of Thursday, February 9th]

[Just like most of the town, Sunny had gotten a package in the mail.  The box itself, standing about a foot tall, had been carefully dragged into the house and left near the stairs, with hopes no one would touch it.  The little girl had then gone on to school, and it wasn't until that evening that she stands cutting the box open with a pair of scissors.  Once it's opened, the whole house will hear a delighted little girl's squeal, though, yelling one word]

METAL!!!

[And for the rest of the night, dear not!family, Sunny can be found hauling this boy up the stairs to her room, then running around with it chasing her; she obviously got Metal set to autopilot.]


[Action - Friday the 10th, around Town]

[Well, after getting everything set up with Metal the night before, Sunny's now realized a small problem in her programming him to auto-pilot; he won't stop following her.  So all around Mayfield, even at school, you might find her turning to her robot companion and yelling.]

I s-said go back t-to the house!  D-do I really have to p-program you to stop following?


[Anyone on the Internet]


[It seems that there is now another computer terminal hooked up to whatever Modem is in town.  Care to ping the user with a message, or try to rifle through her files?  Go ahead!  You may get somewhere, too, since Sunny hasn't realized just yet that Metal automatically turned on the net when she hooked him up for further diagnostics...]



[ooc:  As all of Metal's functions are not explained, there may be some things I'm doing that are not game-verse.  Also, there are some things he cannot yet do, mostly related to combat, although other things like his data collection and holding things are active.  He is, at the moment, completely harmless unless he rams into you, although if anyone of knowledge looks, he does seem equipped to deliver an electroshock to someone]
 
 
France † Francis Bonnefoy
10 February 2012 @ 08:19 pm
1st declaration; [action]  
(ACTION for 949 Beulah Street)

[France's eyes snap open. Had he died? Was this some sort of curse? He knows what it is to dream and often, when he could sleep as of late, his dreams were never this... quiet. Peaceful.

Foreign.

He runs a hand through his hair, then pulls his knees up; but he's far too restless, so he practically stumbles out of bed and searches for the nearest available set of clothes he can find.]


(A) [He's either in his house or wandering the yard fiddling with things, generally looking bewildered.]

(B) [In this case, he may or may not be flagging you down looking extremely flustered. This Frenchman's speech is a little archaic (depending on your time period and/or setting) and occasional insistent phrases poke through untranslated--"Where am I?" "Pardon, madame/monsieur/mademoiselle..."]
 
 
The Grand Highblood
10 February 2012 @ 09:33 pm
 
[ Phone - Evening ]

Ladies and gentletrolls, wigglers of all ages, welcome to the dark carnival Come for the juggling and stay for the subjugglating! See most amazing of chucklevoodoos I got just for you.

This motherfucker's done gone and finally saw he went mutant underneath this fake fucking husk of his. And it's all going clownhill from here.

Motherfuck, does a brother need to be peeling every peach-skin to get down to the meat of his business?



[ Action - Evening - Immediate Vicinity of 1336 Benny Road ]

[ There is a horrifyingly large human sitting atop his rooftop in the evening hours, dressed well but with cosmetics smeared all over his face to approximate his usual greasepaint. He's freakishly tall, looming as his face is pulled into a vicious snarl that is not nearly as intimidating as it should have been when he had fangs. He's just watching and waiting for now, but anyone unfortunate enough to walk by the house and not look up as they do so will be greeted with a deep: ] HONK!

[ An increasingly agitated one. If one more peach-skinned hornless motherfucker greets him in a friendly fashion, he's going to jump clear off of there and rip their head off.

He might do that anyway.

After all, the fact that there's a little splash of blood on the sidewalk gives away that he's already done something similar once. This is exactly how you investigate getting turned into a filthy red-blooded alien.
]
 
 
Tsubaki
10 February 2012 @ 10:03 pm
Fourth Apology: She's Never Jumped At Shadows  
[Morning]

[Action: 5723 Cunningham: locked to household]


[When she checks for the milk on the porch to dispose of, she sees a box with her name on it. She's familiar with the process bay now, and brings the box in along with the milk. Once the milk is dumped down the sink, she transforms her ponytail into a chain scythe and uses it to carefully cut away the tape sealing the box.]

[Snuggled inside of a nest of bubble wrap is a sword. A familiar sword. She hesitates for a moment before placing her hand on the gleaming blade, but when she does, she vanishes, seemingly into the sword.]

[Moments later she reappears and the sword is gone. Her eyes are closed and she has a soft smile on her face as she whispers to herself.]


Welcome back.

[ooc: housemates feel free to interrupt anytime during the above.]

[Afternoon]

[Action: Flower Shop/General Store]


[Tsubaki wanders until she finds someone who seems to be working.]

Uhm, excuse me. Do you have camellia seeds?

[Action: Hospital]

[She wanted to be useful, so she refused to miss any of her time scheduled to help out as a candy striper in the hospital. She's not going to just change bed pans and file charts, though. She wants to learn more about first aid and she'll take what she can get. It'll be a useful tool. So, if you're a doctor or nurse who doesn't appear to be a drone, she'll follow you around from room to room observing your every move with patients.]

[Night]

[Phone: Filtered from drones]


Is everyone all right now?

[After a pause.]

Captain? Mr. Schuester?
 
 
Rory Williams (but really Pond)
10 February 2012 @ 10:18 pm
007 ▶ don't need any roads  
[ Phone ]

Uh- right, hello. I don't have too much to say, I was just- my name is Rory Williams, which I sort of forgot about a little while back, but I'm done with that. Pretty sure. Mostly sure. And I just... wanted to apologize, to anyone I met while I was like that.

If I said anything or- did anything really awful, I'm so sorry. That's not- I'm not like that, I swear. That's. That's about it, really, so. Yes.

[ Action: In the area of running into people, Rory will definitely be spending a bit of time at 1486 Kramden, since actually remembering the place gives it a little bit of charm for spending time in, and then dutifully going to work at the hospital. And from there... mostly head over looking for the Doctor, or the TARDIS, people he knows in general, really, because he wants to take a bit of a headcount, make sure nobody's in severe mortal peril or bleeding to death.

It helps to be sure, when it comes to things like this. ]