+++ 奇跡国 - Miracle Country +++

[If anyone wanders near the edge of the forests today, they'll find several targets set up against the trees there. It's a familiar sight, as Aramis usually does this when he's not shooting near the lighthouse at the beach (since, you know. If he ever did miss, he'd just shoot a monster and who'd care?).

Except this time, the person shooting looks a lot younger, lacks the usual uniform, and is a lot less experienced, so he does keep missing, only hitting the targets off-center a few times. He's stubbornly keeping himself far too away from them, however, looking delighted to be doing this at all even if he's not too good at it. He reloads his gun, determined to at least hit the center of a target once today.]


[[Deage post for Aramis, in case that's not obvious. He's around 18 years old atm pretend the pics match the age, lol and already met Porthos and has an idea of what's going on.]]

[The video feed starts with a young boy talking to one of the welcome ladies. Or at least, attempting to. He looks quite frustrated already and he hasn’t even realized that the journal is recording him.]

Hey, look. Whoever thought this was a good joke, they can drop it. I need to get back to my mission. The Earth Kingdom needs our help, I can’t be kidnapped in some strange place like this! And I’m supposed to believe this is a completely different world?! If this is the Spirit World, then there must be a way out, but if it isn’t…

[The welcome lady process to tell him about the multiple uses of the journal, and the boy sighs.]

Look, I know these journals are for speaking to others, I got that the first one hundred times you said it, but I don’t want to talk to others! I want to go back! See? I’m an airbender! I’m on a very important mission to help restore the Earth Kingdom!

[Instead of answering, the woman smiles and turns away.]

These women are helpless…

[Since Torin has been around Kiseki for a few months by now, he's used to normal humans seeing him, which means he finds it perfectly natural to make a public video. For those of you who haven't seen him yet... yes, that's a humanoid blue bird in your screen.]

It has come to my attention that I might be in need of a hobby. [Because that's the kind of things he needs to be told.]

After some consideration, I realized I could choose to do something useful as well as enjoyable. So I am offering my skills as a sword fighting instructor. I can teach the basics for those who are just starting, or more specific techniques for those with some experience. Simply let me know if you are interested.

[Time for more videos, this time recording from inside one of the hotel rooms, specifically near a large mirror by one of the walls.

There's a blur of red on the feed as the journal is covered in a Camelot knight cape for a moment, and then it shows the reflection in the mirror, of what might look like Lancelot at first glance but is really Aramis, standing there trying on the cape. He fusses with it, adjusting it over the loose, puffy white shirt he usually wears (and which currently is the only other thing he's wearing, but at least those shirts are pretty damn long so Snow doesn't have to kill anyone today), staring at his own reflection thoughtfully before attempting a pose, standing with his back straight and his chin out, his expression serious and fitting of a soldier on duty.

He raises an eyebrow at his reflection, and then leans over, reaching up to, well, "fix" his hair, which is more like purposefully messing it up even more than it is. He grabs one side of the cape and attempts another pose, but when he tries to make it swish he knocks over a bunch of bottles of perfumes and other things that were near the mirror, so he's cursing and ducking to pick them up.]

[Ever since the start of this week, you may have noticed a change in the weather and the general mood of Kiseki. Yes, summer is over. While it was really quite warm following up to this week, this week it's a little cooler, a little crisper - and other than the sakura tree that's always in bloom, all the other trees in the park and forests have begun to change color and fall. Fall is here in Miracle Country!

This week, maybe you need a little adjusting. Need to buy some warmer clothes? Have a sudden urge to eat something pumpkin-flavored or caramel-flavored? There are piles of leaves to hop into, maybe.

And throughout this week, the crisp, clear skies may cloud over and it'll start to drizzle, and sometimes even just rain. It'll drizzle throughout the day with some sun breaks, but it's definitely a clear indication of the change in the seasons.

But when it's not raining, and your character feels like exploring, they'll find literal cornicopias of fruits and vegetables all throughout the garden island, the park, and the forests. Sample them for yourselves, or perhaps make a pie with them.

Autumn is a time of harvest and abundance but also a time of waning sunlight and longer nights... so perhaps you feel that shift in the air, and are left reflecting on it.

Regardless, autumn is here.]

[At first there’s just a video of boobs because she’s leaning over the journal and humming to herself thoughtfully. Because clearly that’s what we’re all interested in here, right. And then there’s a heavy sigh and Isabela’s face comes into view as she brushes back her hair]

Well. Well, well, in terms of waking up in strange places, this is hardly the strangest I’ve woken up to, believe me. In fact, one time, I woke up to a strange hat hanging from a banister, an incredibly chatty lust demon possessing a flower pot, and a heartbroken man who wanted nothing more than to tattoo my name on his very prominent backside. Now that was a party.

This? This is just quaint. Just too sweet for words. Such a shame, as I’ll take an underbelly over all this cheer any day of the week.

Now then, if you lovelies could point me in the nearest exit, that’d be fabulous. There’s a joke in there about “pulling out” but I’ll spare you that unless you ask very nicely. But you’ll understand if I want to save my better material for an audience I can actually see – preferably drinking down The Hanged Man’s swill.

And at the risk of using a joke that I’ve already used before: Captain Isabela, at your service. I require a nice stiff one … and a drink. [Heh.] It’s a classic, after all, so nothing wrong with a little rehashing. I do so like a good, old-fashioned do over. Leaves you all a’tingle if you do it right.

And if you’ve heard that before, don’t worry. Nothing wrong with getting to know me more than once. Twice is lovely. Three times? Then I really am a difficult person to forget.

I’ll be waiting for your reply.

[Barring that, anyone passing by the Welcome Center will see her hanging around looking utterly bored, so there's that to consider as well.]

[After having some time apart and realizing this whole "being trapped in another world" thing wasn't going to be over any time soon, David & Mary Margaret meet once again, managing to scream less this time. They're both so done with all of this, emotionally exhausted from all the new information, the people they can't remember, the fact that everyone around them insists they're happily married and have a family together.

The journal records them as they're back in their old room, going through their belongings in an attempt to have something trigger their supposedly lost memories. Mary Margaret goes through some assorted pictures, some of the two of them together, others with the kids (adopted or not). Her expression turns sadder again, so David goes sit closer to her, glancing at the pictures too. She smiles, getting wibbly again despite her efforts to keep calm.]

We looked so... [She makes a little gesture at the pictures, trying to get him to understand.]

Happy? [He finishes for her, getting the idea. Agrees, too, reaching to take one of the pics and look at it better, silent for a moment] [...] It's all I wanted to have. For us to have.

[Mary Margaret looks up at him, even more visibly emotional at his words. He starts to mumble an apology, but trails off as they just stare at each other... They move at the same moment to kiss, and the moment they do, a wave of light rushes through the air, expanding all across Kiseki. When they break apart, they look shocked.]

Snow...! [He reaches for her, pulling her closer, starting to smile.]

Charming...! [She does the same, holding to him and beaming up at him.]

[They don't even get to the you found me!1! usual lines, they're too busy kissing again.]

[[OOC: And they're back! The True Love's Kiss (TM) power will send a wave of happiness and good feelings all across the island. No grumpiness for a while! The log is a mingle, so feel free to tag each other on your own. Snow & David will have their own tags to hit if you'd like to talk to them.]]

[Today is Porthos' birthday and anyone who knows anything about the guy is going to know one thing: PARTY TIME]

[The entire day is devoted to drinking, carrying on, card games, drinking, unfortunate uses for melons and gunpowder, more drinking, singing and laughing, more drinking... And everyone's invited, at least unofficially since he's drunk off his ass enough to invite you over or more like drag you over for some celebrations, or maybe you're just a party-crasher.]

[Not feeling in the party mood? Well, that's okay, because there's the drink to motivate you. Or, perhaps, a little influence from Kiseki since the world's decided that you should be in the party mood, as all day today your character might suddenly be hit with a loss of their inhibitions (this mass replay is not mandatory), so all those things they usually hold back from? Poof, gone is the motivation to resist. So dive in and have fun. Make better life decisions than Porthos. Or not. Either way.]



[ooc: This log is open for any mingling needs, and the event is not mandatory - but attendance to the party is not necessary for it to take effect, either.]

[Today, the sun is shining, the weather is perfectly nice and calm, and it's a perfect day to go outside and get active!

Are you jogging early in the morning? Swimming across the lake? Practising some swordfighting with your friends? Doing some magic training? Or maybe practicing elemental bending? If you'd been missing your daily practices, today you'll be sure to remember to get to them!

Or at least feel guilty if you skip them anyway and choose to be lazy instead.]

[There is video footage of the school, more specifically, one of the labs in the school. In it stand a bunch of students looking on as their instructor straddles what appears to be a model of a human man, his hands around said model's throat as if he's choking it.]

Eventually, the victim will cease struggling as the lack of oxygen takes it's toll. [Sherlock concludes sitting up onto the dummy's chest, looking around at his class.] And now the killer is left to ponder one last thing; what to do with the body. Why not leave it behind, you wonder? Well that - [He leans over to the table beside him and grabs a stack of take home assignments, handing the to the nearest student and making them pass it around.] -will be for the lot of you to ponder tonight. Read over the case again and answer the following multiple choice questions. The last part of the paper is small essay.

[A few of the students groan at that while Sherlock claps his hands.] Excellent. I expect all of you to complete this for tomorrow. Class dismissed.

[Sherlock slowly slides off the model and collects his things.]

((OOC: Students feel free to stay after class to pester him/ask him things. Others can catch him on his way out to ask him what the heck he's doing teaching a biology class about murder.))