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Who: Ignis Scientia, Julie Grigio, Nil, Jet Star, Poison & MAYBE YOU?
What: Catchall for second half of July, can also be used for event purposes
Where: Everywhere!
When: Between 07/16 and 07/31
Warnings: None yet!

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north island

[On the north island, Ignis is most likely to be found at home (in spire three), at the guard HQ, or somewhere in between.

At his home, perhaps it's the smell of something delicious cooking that prompts you to knock on the door, or maybe you know exactly who will answer and are coming to visit. The early morning, late evening and night are the best times to catch him here, though certainly not every night.

In the guard HQ, he is usually behind a desk sifting through papers, making notes or - on occasion - mindlessly doodling in the margins of a piece of paper while he reads through his own neat, precise handwriting. The small drawings are as elegant as his penmanship, though he makes sure not to have them spread onto any of the official reports.

If he isn't at home, or in the HQ, he might be found in the park. The northern island offers little in the way of diversions, but spending time walking in a fine way to keep one's head clear. Should the rain catch you while you're there, he might join you in sheltering under a tree, or offer you a spot under his umbrella if he has one with him.]

south island & east island

[He finds his way to the south and east islands for specific purposes, and doesn’t tend to stay for too long on either. On the south, his presence is usually only as part of a guard patrol (either in a pair, a small group, or alone) and he quickly dispatches any threatening creatures that he might find there, including any that dare venture out of the foggy zone in the centre of the island.

The east island is worth a visit for the orchard, and across both he might be found simply walking the coastline, reasonably open to company.]

west island

[At least once every couple of days, Ignis can be seen entering or leaving the clinic. Sometimes he’s with a woman with bright pink hair, for around half an hour while she takes a break from her work, and sometimes he travels here simply to man the island’s watchtower. With the coliseum confined to this island, the concentration of creatures escaping the place along with new arrivals is always a cause for concern.

This island is where a less-prepared person is most likely to find themselves defended from a threatening creature by a thrown dagger, or the wide swipe of a polearm, or maybe it’s just that an extra pair of hands is needed to take down a particularly troublesome beast. Ignis might not look like much, but his reflexes and speed make him a formidable opponent.

Or perhaps he’s just patrolling the coastline, his attention drifting off now and then to the crashing waves or one of the small rock pools collected on the shore. Time alone gives a person a good amount of space to think, and Ignis always has just that little bit too much on his mind.]

north island

[Julie lives on the north island, but isn’t often home. Claiming she prefers to live alone because it means she doesn’t have to wake up to find another person gone from the room next to hers comes hand in hand with a frequent loneliness that’s only solved by getting out of the apartment. It’s become a place to sleep, and little more than that, but if you happen to catch her at home she always looks as if she’s just got in, or she’s on her way out somewhere. Who knows, maybe she’d like the company?

Being outside usually means she’s in the park - the only place she finds worth being without having to get on a boat. She can spend hours aimlessly wandering, sitting under a tree to keep herself dry from one of the sudden, frequent showers of rain on the islands, and very occasionally has a cigarette in her hand that lets off a peculiar, sweet-smelling tobacco-like scent.]

south island

[The temples are a strange draw for Julie on the south island. Tranquility isn’t something she feels often, but just sitting on the steps of that temple makes her feel peaceful enough that she can push aside the creeping sensation that what she’s feeling isn’t completely real. Of all the ‘gods’, she thinks she appreciates this one the most. The ruin of Delight’s temple are interesting in a different way. She’ll walk around it, occasionally poking for a way in but rarely actually trying to enter (something feels wrong about trying to go in there, the whole place feels strange to her).

She’ll be in the speakeasy more often than not, having a drink or two or just enjoying whatever company she finds there. It’s nice to not have to spike her own drinks with scavenged whiskey. Though it’s rare, she does sometimes drink enough that she falls asleep at a table. Wake a girl up and point her towards home?]

east island & west island

[There’s little reason for her to be on the west or east islands, but she finds herself there anyway. Now and then she might linger around sorrow’s temple, though it looks like she never persuades herself to go inside. Julie still hasn’t cried over her father’s death, but she isn’t sure that she really wants to. On the east island she’s either there, or in the orchard, having a quick snack from one of the trees before she moves on.

The only real reason for her to be on the west island is the clinic. Since asking if she could help out there she’s done her best to learn as much as she can, to feel like she actually has a use in this place. Nora would be proud of her, she thinks, but she’s not going to be performing surgery any time soon. With the amount of people who can magically heal, she hopes she’d never need to.]

north island

[A place full of generic pointy weapons to stab into things? Sign Nil up. It’s little wonder that it’s not hard to find him either in or around the armory, whether he needs some more arrows or he happened to lose another dagger inside something that needed killing. He pores over the weapons like someone in his element, testing several before he chooses one that suits his particular fancy for the day.

There isn't too much else on the north island to keep his attention. With no interest in the guard, he remains something of a free agent around all of the islands, but the north has already been mostly cleared of anything even remotely threatening.

In quiet moments, when the delight of death isn’t pressing quite so heavily on his mind, he takes up a spot on the northernmost edge of the island. It looks like he might be... fishing?]

south island

[What he has learned is dubbed the ‘Silent Hill Zone’ has always been a place of curiosity for Nil. Since his arrival he’s returned to observe it several times, likening the fog and swirling eddies of dark colour inside it to the Corruption he had witnessed creeping across the Sacred Lands. Someone had told him it would be foolish to venture in alone, but with available combat dwindling, curiosity is starting to outweigh the danger he knows is present.

It can’t be that terrible, surely, but he is not one to ignore a warning and he has been warned not to venture in alone.

But he moves close, testing the boundaries, retreating back when the fog curls forwards to draw him in. There’s something more here than meets the eye, and he has been in Hadriel long enough to not simply dismiss magic out of hand.]

east island

[On the east island, it’s the hot springs that provoke a visit. Nil is the kind of person you will rarely see relax completely, but he’s found a certain appeal in the hot water and overall energy of the place that he hasn’t seen anywhere else. His guard is never completely down, but he isn’t shy to shed every article of clothing and dip into the water while keeping a knife close by.

In the orchard, he’ll seat himself under a tree and eat a piece of fruit while he once again sets to examining the ‘phone’ he has had on his person since he arrived. His forays into the network are rare and he understands little more than the basic functions of the device, but his interest in things aside from what he can sink an arrow to have been forced to expand with a lack of places to direct himself towards his preferred activities. Someone coming across him might find him talking to himself, trying to puzzle the thing out.]

west island

[The west island is where someone like Nil really comes into his own. Despite the objections of some as to his handling of the corpses of the creatures he kills he leaves a trail of death anywhere he goes, often only needing one or two arrows to take down a beast. It’s possible to catch him retrieving some arrows now and then, or maybe even stopping to examine something new he just took down, but for the most part he’s easy enough to find by simply following the trail of bodies.

One might wonder why he hasn’t thrown his lot in with the Guard. Well, there are a lot of good reasons for that. It doesn’t keep him from scaling the watchtower, though. Why would he turn down a vantage point like that?]

Edited 2018-07-19 16:39 (UTC)

north island & south island

[It’s a strange thing to be walking around and breathing while still being able to remember the last moments of your life. It’s something that tests Jet Star often, pushing him to find silence and some measure of peace in the outer edges of the park and along the coastlines of the lesser-travelled north and south islands. He liked the sea at first, the smell of salt and the breeze that came up off the water, but it’s feeling more like a wall hemming them all in lately, keeping them from the kind of travel that looked possible in the desert (even if it wasn’t entirely practical to attempt it).

More than once, he does venture deeper into the park, walking until he finds the telltale signs of battle. No stranger to war, he knows what he’s seeing there, but he wouldn’t be able to explain why he keeps going back to examine the scorch marks, the stripped trees and the dark stains on the ground. It’s rare that he sees anyone when he’s so far from the more pleasant outer limits of the area, but if you happen to find him there, he’d be very interested in your thoughts...]

east island

[Jet is a regular visitor to the orchard, where he’s more than content to help anyone who doesn’t have his height to reach branches they might otherwise need a boost up for. He has a calm and quiet air about him, giving the impression he carries no tension in the back of his mind but the brand-like scar over his right eye and the slightly milky quality to the pupil gives away that he’s no stranger to conflict.

Now and then, he also makes his way to the hot springs. Jet never actually gets into the water while he’s there, though he does often roll his trousers up to the knee and dip in his feet and calves while he perches on the edge. He enjoys the warmth and, occasionally, the company, despite the way the humidity makes his already curly hair become entirely unmanageable. A small but genuine smile is always offered to anyone who happens to pass by, never giving the impression that he intends to claim the space around him all for himself.]

west island

[On the west island, Jet can most often be found in or around the home he shares with the people who had become his family over his teenage years. If you have a grievance with Party Poison, here is the place to come and air it. Jet himself spends a good amount of time outside, and as the days pass it becomes quite clear that he’s building some kind of small garden in front of the house, in the patch of earth between the raised entryway and the path leading the spiral around to the other homes. He’s making good use of the small space, though it’s still waiting for some flowers to be put in it.

If he’s being looked for, the west island is certainly where he’s most likely to be. Straying too far away from Party Poison at any time is never a good plan as far as he’s concerned, and even here he feels no small amount of responsibility towards his family and their individual stability. Something’s brewing, he’s sure of it, and it’s only a matter of time before something happens.]

north island

[Poison took up residence on the north island not long after arriving, in a high room in one of the spires that allows her to see far across the island and even over to the others. She enjoys the view, and making the rooms her own, but though the occasional heavy rains remind her so much of her castle in the Hierophant’s Realm she is always keenly aware that it has been years now since she last saw it, and her memories of the place are slowly growing dimmer. Evening is the best time to find her here - she’s never been one to sit still easily, and years in the Box have only reinforced the habit.

She occasionally wanders the park, but the need for a hobby and something to keep her hands busy often takes her to the sewing shop, where she might spend some time mending an item of clothing or practicing stitches on a spare scrap of cloth. It isn’t something she is very good at - she was never taught to sew, and lacked the interest in it when she might have been able to learn - but she can patch a hole in something.

Just don’t ask her to turn up a hem.]

south island

[The bar was always the best place to find interesting people in the Box, and the speakeasy of Hadriel is no different. Poison drops in a couple of times a week and never has more than one drink, but appears to prefer to simply watch the comings and goings of the people using the place for their own various reasons. Sometimes she can figure them out - drinking to forget, just here for a good time - but there are many cases where working out why someone might be drinking quite so much is a puzzle in itself. Poison has always hated riddles, but it feels different when she’s just posing them to herself.

There are so many things to be curious about in this place, and with the added promise of being able to avoid an untimely death should she choose it, Poison wanders the island and finds the ruin of Delight’s Temple and the foggy outskirts of a strange area that every instinct she has tells her to stay far away from. She’ll later find out that those instincts were entirely right, and give the place a wide berth.]

east island & west island

[She’s rarely found on the west island, though she does have some interest in the temples there. Still battle-weary from years spent fighting for her life, she prefers to keep away from the place where all the monsters from the coliseum end up after they find their way out.

On the east island, though, there are far more things to tempt her. The orchard is a fine place to sit as well as find something quick to eat, and she can pass hours of time here with a sketchpad in her lap, drawing the trees and flowers, and occasionally the people that pass by. If she’s spotted looking at someone and then making quick lines on the paper in front of her, it’s likely they’ve just been immortalised in pencil.

The hot springs, once she finds them, take her a little time to warm up to. It seems a fine thing, but she baulks at the idea of allowing herself to be put into such a vulnerable position. A few times, though, when the ache of several old injuries drives her to it, she’ll strip to her underwear and soak in the water for a couple of hours. Here, the damage that the Box did to her can be clearly seen - she is only a teenager, but covered in scars from head to toe. The worst of them are the large mark in the centre of her chest, and several thick, vine-like scars around one of her ankles. You might think it looks like some kind of plant had been growing under her skin there… and you’d be right.

Poison doesn’t react much to being stared at, however… she just stares right back.]

Edited 2018-07-19 17:33 (UTC)

[the west island is home to George. not only home, it has the clinic and the lab where she spends much of her time, learning how to heal people. it's something she never saw herself doing, not before she died and not after she died, but she's found that she likes it. she wants to know more. she wants to be able to do more.

but for now, her shift is over and she's heading home. on her way, she sees a familiar silhouette, tending to what looks like the beginning of a garden in front of one of the houses. she remembers him, both from her network post asking if people had died before coming here and from a dream where he took care of her at a party. she remembers liking his smile, the look in his eyes. so she swallows her butterflies back down into her stomach and approaches him]

Hi. Remember me?

[Margaery Tyrell has charge of the sewing shop and she's there every day around nine in the morning, working on clothing for herself and for other people. she's seen this girl come in before, mending clothes and practicing her stitches, but she hadn't acknowledged Margaery, so she let her be. not everyone is as social as she is.

and not everyone is as curious as she is, either. she makes a point of going towards a bolt of fabric that just so happens to be close to the girl and she sneaks a peek at what the girl is working on. she offers gently]

I can teach you a faster way of doing that, if you'd like?

[It's something to keep his mind on a straight track - a thing he finds he needs here, when thoughts can be so prone to wandering with nothing to keep them focused. There's a great deal he's still keeping to himself, keeping quiet for the sake of the rest of his crew. They need an anchor, and he's always been that for them.

He's concentrating so solidly on what he's doing that he barely notices her approach, but when he does, he pushes himself up with the hoe he's using to dig and smiles as he recognises her. Jet looks a little different to how she saw him in his own world - a few years older, his hair a little wilder, and a mark like a fresh brand across his right eye. The eye itself is slightly damaged, the faintest milky sheen over the pupil and iris, but it's no less softened with kindness than the other.]

George. Sure, remember you.

( Serah likes helping the guard out, if only because doing so gives her extra cause to visit the islands she doesn't call home. It also helps the population, and since she can't be at home, fixing the timeline, it makes it easier to keep going. It's so easy to spend too much time worrying about what you can't do, rather than what you can, and Serah doesn't want to fall into that trap.

So she helps out. And ventures to the south island for a patrol which is largely quiet until she spots a familiar face on the steps of Tranquility's temple. )

Hey. ( There's a smile, even as she lugs her bow and arrows with her, the sight of a friend enough to tip the lingering effects of Tranquility's temple into something full blown. A kind of contentment, almost happiness. ) Taking a break?

( Unfortunately, the arrows of this bow do run out. She misses Mog, as a friend more than anything, but the convenience too. With him, she didn't have to carry a bow outside of battle, she never had to worry about ammo, let alone also carry a sword.

None of that holds true here, so all Serah can do is rely on a bow and arrows if anything attacks. Well, that and her magic.

But we digress. The point of the matter is, she has plenty of reasons to come to the armoury now she's part of the Guard, as do a lot of Hadriel - guard members or not - so she isn't surprised to see someone else there. Only who it is. Not because his presence among weapons is at all strange, but because it's rare to see him at all. Like a ghost, almost. )

Are there still arrows?

( No harm in asking, right? )

[Unfortunately, by virtue of being in the park, she might wander too close to Carlisle's garden. He hasn't defenses against unaware wanderers -- no alarms, no barking guard dog -- but Carlisle himself is sometimes deterrence enough.]

Do you need something?

[He calls to Poison as she nears the border of his garden and he catches her on his periphery; he's perched atop the framework built to house his coilers, the spiraling vines curled around his legs as he prunes away. His tabard, unworn, sits in plain sight near the building at the center of the garden, and currently serves as bedding for a bare, rabbit-like creature. Carlisle's voice is sharp as it rings from above, the question more of a demand than something asked genuinely.]

( Kate hates this place.

Yet, she comes.

Not as frequently as she visits the clinic, or even the Colosseum, but from time to time, knife firmly in hand despite the fact she never actually goes in.

She hates this place because it's a reminder of fucking up royally, of exhaustion and too many battles. A reminder of failure. It burns, stinging at her pride and memories, and yet she keeps coming. Feeling too responsible for it to not keep an eye on it all.

And now, with the Door's location known and the prospect of getting their hands on fragments of it, the existence of this place seems all the more important to her. A reminder of failure, yes, but also one that tells her to be patient this time. Cautious. Not to go rushing into possible solutions half-cocked and entirely exhausted by trying to defend herself and the population from the monsters Sharon caused in the first place.

Her empty hand skims the exterior of a building that makes up the perimeter of the out of place area - architecture all wrong for Hadriel, as much as the strange localised fog - and none of it thrums with power. She's long since known that it can't just disappear with an enchantment, with a touch, like she helped it appear. And still--

Well, it would be nice to not have this one place staring at her every time she ventures onto this island. )

Hm?

( Her head tilts at the person by one of the pathways in, teasing the entrance and the fog. )

What're you doin'?

[Whistler has camped outside Julie's door. From what he can hear...or rather what he can't...she's not home. He could call her but there's something they haven't talked about and he'd really rather do it in person.

And it's not an emergency so he's also not eager to call her to make her come home either. When she gets back, he'll be there. Patiently waiting by the door, legs sprawled out and blocking the hallway]

Jet! Oh Jet~ ? Are you there?

Oh, Julie! It's Delmar. If you aren't too busy, I have something I'd like to give you. Are you home? Or...or would you like to come over?

Edited 2018-07-20 21:59 (UTC)

( It's been too long since she set foot in the foggiest area of the city, with Sharon flickering in and out of Hadriel like an illusion, Kate hasn't had much reason to venture beyond the edges. Which was fine by her, the place isn't exactly pleasant, even without the memories piled on top of it.

But Sharon appeared once again, and Kate takes up a habit she's not done for a very long time: venturing inside the walls to see if the young woman has taken up residence there once again.

All the same, trekking into the fog doesn't come without its problems. Like the monsters, ones that aren't hers (and isn't she glad of that. The monster this fog produced for her, back when it spread across the city, was a horror of a being. One that doesn't deserve to see the light of day, even when trapped within Fear's confines) but are fierce all the same. )

Fucking hell--

( It's growled out right at the edge of the area, near a street leading in, as Kate is flung against a wall with force, the brickwork scraping against her hands, against her back.

She hates this place. )

[that's why George keeps herself so busy with work. if she's at the clinic or the lab, she's got a purpose in being there and she has a way to keep her mind from whirling around in circles, trying and failing to make sense of everything around her.

she still likes his smile. and the rest of the stuff, the stuff he didn't have when she saw him last, they just give him character. that's a good thing, right? and the kindness in his eyes is warming. she's hoping that she's not blushing. she is]

Good. Good. I was worried that the gods would--muck with it somehow.

I didn't know you gardened.

[ Dinnertime.

Noctis, who for all intents and purposes is more catlike than most people notice, circles around back to Ignis' apartment when it nears evening. He'd spent the day out, gathering supplies and items and he comes home with four fish, medium-sized and strange -- but not too unnatural looking.

He seems quite pleased with himself, too, and when he returns, he presents his catch for the day to Ignis. There's something quite marvelous about being a provider, and he takes them to the sink, getting ready to expertly de-scale them. ]

They're pretty edible, too. I tested them.

[Even after the more... stressful experience here a few days ago, Hinata still finds himself drifting towards the coastline often. It's a good place for quiet and thinking, and he's needed a lot of that with everything else going on. Figuring this place out, the messages on the network, and... and Komaeda too, even if the latter is something he tries not to linger on.

Today, he whirls at the sound of footsteps on the stone - but it's a person. Not a monster to watch out for, it's just another person, and Hinata's shoulders relax.]

Oh... I didn't think I'd run into anybody else out here. [It's a little lopsided, but he manages a smile.] Were you looking for a place to clear your head, too?

[Pratt has washed his clothes, taken a hundred showers, and smells nice and clean. Better than he looks anyway since he's still an emaciated mess with such dark circles around his eyes he could be mistaken for a raccoon.

Still, he's trying to learn more about this place and is taking small jaunts around the island where he lives to see what he can see. Always with his sledgehammer because he's still wary of being attacked by monsters or people or who knows what.

The orchard is kind of nice, he's eaten a few apples the past few days and man has he missed fresh food like that. So he's heading back with a Hawaiian print canvas bag he found in a store in order to get a few more to bring home.

He stops dead when he sees Nil, the red around his neck catching Pratt's eye immediately and he starts to approach him, thinking he's one of the Chosen. At least they won't shoot him on sight.

By the time he realizes this guy isn't someone from back home, he's far too close to turn around and walk away. He's also noticed that he's poking at his phone in a way that indicates he might not be sure how to use the thing. It reminds him of when they tried to show the Sheriff how to play Words with Friends and he'd poked at it uncomprehendingly for about two hours.]

You uh... need some help with that?

[She's grown used to being left to her own devices here. Poison has yet to really make any connections with anyone - it's hard to, when you're still wired into the idea that the people you care for will probably die - but she doesn't look terribly put-out to be approached by the woman that she's already figured out is running this place.

Poison purses her lips, old habits kicking out at having her level of ineptitude at this task pointed out (even if very politely), but she nods and huffs out a soft sigh through her nose.]

Okay.

[The garden, in truth, was something she set to wandering towards deliberately. She's careful not to walk through it, tracing the boundary with her steps until a voice calls out to her.

For a moment, she simply observes him, seeming to take in everything about the scene in front of her in that single look. Violet eyes look out from between two lines of straight, jet-black hair, holding the same sullen intensity with which she views everything.]

No. [She replies airily.] Do you?

[He's made a point of not venturing too far in, with no wish at all to stir whatever might be lurking in the fog against him. What he's doing is to serve only as a deterrent for anything thinking to make its way out, though things do not often try.

The sound he hears, the voice, are out of place enough (and oddly familiar, even through the muffing of the fog) to draw him closer.

Why isn't he surprised to find her here?]

Are you alright?

[He's chosen a polearm, for the moment, not wanting to let anything get too close to him, and his concerns right now are neatly split between the woman beside him and whatever might be lurking in the fog to throw her so easily.

Ignis has doubt it will settle for a single attack.]

I'm home.

[Only just home, but she's home. It's better for her to not sit in one place for too long these days, or she starts to think. The smile she answers Delmar with is slightly forced, but with a genuine attempt to be real behind it.]

You can come over, if you want.

[She hasn't been hiding from anyone, but there's no doubt that Julie hasn't been as social as she was before her brief return home. It's been hard work to even want to leave the apartment at all when she doesn't really need to, but she's never been very good at just sitting down and doing nothing.

When she finds Whistler sitting at her door, she isn't entirely surprised. She pauses mid-step and rolls her eyes, giving his knee a tap with the toe of her shoe as she steps over him.]

Could have called.

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