MarinaNova Asylum

[Sleeping this long is not going to be good for Anne's complexion, but she really does not have the reins right now, does she?]

Dreams

1. Stalking at Night


2. "That" Night


3. Players Choice!

(ooc: Dream Plotting!)

[ Missing a Dragon ]

There is a tiny Wendy outside a small stone house, and she is sitting on a tree stub with an earthen pot of food cooking over a fire, and she's talking to a big, white feathery dragon with a gentle face and motherly voice. Wendy goes inside to find a bowl, and when she comes back, the dragon is nowhere in sight.

She looks all over and shouts fro Grandeeney but there is no reply, and once she notices that someone else is there, she rushes over to them, tears in her eyes and distress in all her being.

"I can't find Grandeeney, please, can you help me look for her?"


[ Watching a Mess ]

The inside of the building looks a lot like a pub. It's well lit, it's got a bar counter (with a pretty woman serving fish to three cats and participating in cheerful small talk with Lucy and Loke (he's flirting with both the women). Wendy sits watching the rowdy people fighting each other, the people trying to stop said fights, the people ignoring the fights, and the ghost of a blond young girl sitting on top of the banister in front of the task board on the next floor. The ghost girl waves at Wendy, and Wendy waves back, just as Erza scares Natsu and Gray into stopping their fight. But Natsu soon teams up with Gajeel to challenge Laxus, who just ignores them and the Thunder God Tribe, who all intend to defend Laxus, who still keeps ignoring them all in favor for the beer that isn't in the barrels that Cana is drinking. There's a fair share of magic thrown around. Everything is sort of a mess, but it's their mess.

It's really lively, and really warm, and it makes Wendy laugh and it makes her happy. Some of the people might be fighting but it's the kind of fighting when you've known someone too long and they're family. And besides, Fairy Tail is very boisterous and tends to cause a lot of damage during their missions. Mostly not on purpose.

"Master Mavis told me that this is the kind of Guild that she wanted to make," she says to the person beside her. Perhaps she thinks you're a guest, or a friend, or someone looking to hire anyone. "Like a big, loud, warm family and a never ending adventure!" She loves this Guild so, so very much.


(( ooc: i don't have any icons/account for tiny wendy so i'll be using her normal stuff for the first prompt too, just pretend she's tiny? ))

1: Face of the Enemy

[You're in a tent. The worn canvas does little to keep out the biting cold, and the dim light provided by a number of candles does even less to chase away the darkness creeping in from outside. A threadbare rug covers the dirt floor—a futile attempt to make a hovel feel like a home. Gaeta and a young woman are silently pulling on frayed clothes. The rumpled blanket on a nearby cot hints at what took place before your arrival.]

[The young woman finishes buttoning up her blouse and turns to Gaeta, a sad smile on her face.] I'll try to get more of them out. Do you have another list?

Yes, I... [Gaeta shuffles through a stack of papers on a low desk to find a list of names. Last name first, alphabetized. He offers it to her with considerable hesitation.] This is it.

[She takes it, touching his fingers with hers and lingering a bit too long.] You can trust me, Felix. We'll get as many of your people out of detention as we can... together. [She leans in to kiss him. Everything about her is sweet and gentle.] Trust me.

I do. [He squeezes her hand and escorts her to the door.] I'll see you soon?

Soon. [She drops his hand and turns to exit the tent. Her smile twists into something darker as she walks into the cold night.]

[Gaeta runs a nervous hand through his hair and smooths out the wrinkles in a shirt that will never be unwrinkled. He notices you for the first time.] Frak! [Clearly, you were not expected.] What are you doing in here? It's after curfew.


2: Collaborators

[The halls of the Galactica are rusted and dented and covered with the kind of dirt that accumulates with age and never scrubs off—a far cry from the sleek spaceships on television and in movies. The lights are low. The battlestar's low hum is interrupted only by the occasional footsteps on metal flooring...]

[...and, now, an angry male voice. It comes from the launch bay to your left.] Turn around! On your knees!

[You follow the noises into the bay. Gaeta kneeling on the floor, hands ziptied behind his back, looking up at the six people circled around him with equal parts shock and resignation.]

Felix Gaeta, you've been tried and found guilty of crimes against humanity by a circle of your peers, as duly authorized by the President of the Colonies. [The woman sounds impatient. These words don't mean anything; everyone knows how this ends.] If you have any words to offer in your own defense, now is the time.

[One of the men in the circle—the only one who looks like he would rather be anywhere else, doing anything else—glances over at you. He's desperate. For what, you don't know. An ally? Someone to help him put an end to this?]

[What do you do?]