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Euphemia li Britannia (friendly_fire) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-08-08 18:53:00

Entry tags:

:4th wall, :mingle, calliope-caliborn, data, euphemia li britannia, jessica hamby, kitty pryde (aoa), lyle dylandy, mgann morzz, number one, sam winchester, seven of nine, yvaine

Day 231 : 4th Wall : Open Video/Open Action MINGLE
[Video : Open]

Hello, everyone! I wasn't expecting so many new people so soon! I'm not sure we'll have welcome baskets ready for everyone. [Partially because Euphie has been here long enough to suspect that if this is like any of the other times the wardens will "fix the glitch."] But I do hope you all have a safe and happy time today.

Everything here is free, so if you need clothes or food just go to any store or restaurant and you should be able to find what you need. Tonight when you want to sleep there are three different apartments with plenty of open rooms. You're welcome to take any open one for yourselves. Oh! And be very careful to stay out of Sector 6. It's dangerous. Please let me know if you have any questions.

Ah, and Cornelia, if you're out there it would be very nice to see you.

[Mingle : Open]
[Are you in MarinaNova? Of course you are! So this mingle is for you. It's currently happening anywhere and everywhere. So, step up, plop your character down and be sure to mention where they might be found on this day of broken walls.]

(OOC: Tag Euphie: Video or Mingle. My notifs are turned off so tagging anywhere else just puts you on the mingle to play with anyone looking at this post!)

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noahism
2013-08-11 11:09 pm UTC (link)

[Road is not likely to run into Tyki until later in the evening, because he's been avoiding the day at large for a plethora of reasons and then he had to take care of some undead business. But when he finally drags himself into the Devil's Compass it's not without a nearly drained look about him and an absence in his eyes that only Road might accurately diagnose as issues with his neatly set boundaries between light and dark. It wasn't that he pushed the edges too far tonight so much as it was just a twisted, bloody reminder that it would be so easy to slip. How long has it been this way? He's not too sure.

It might've started to change that day Walker gave him the scars.

Covered in blood and only a slim percentage of it being his own, he hasn't bothered to change out of his shirt and instead rolled its sleeves again as he headed for the bar to brood.]

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impaledcandles
2013-08-16 01:07 am UTC (link)

[She's perched on the counter top, legs together and crossed at the ankle, and looking for all like a well-bred girl, if not for the scowl on her face. The communicator is in her lap, because she's had enough of listening to voices and seeing faces that don't belong to the people she's looking for. True, she could get all of this over with if she just called, but the curling feeling of discomfort is stopping her. She's not sure if she wants to know. she thought it was the standard day for arrivals, but the longer she waited, the more she wondered if it really was. it seemed more chaotic, distracting, and it reminded her of certain days when hordes of humans showed up and then disappeared the next. Did that mean she was here for today, only to be lost again tomorrow? Why did the stupid warden keep on losing her?

And if she had to disappear, why couldn't she go home?]

[the sound of footsteps jerks her out of her thoughts, enough for her to shift around, arms already propped on her hips and ready with a single, imperious 'Tyki!!' except... that's blood, isn't it?]

...Tyki?

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noahism
2013-08-17 02:14 am UTC (link)

[He's already halfway to the bar not before he notices her but before he registers her, his eyes finding her while still a low burning amber in color. She's a ghost, a fragment, she's not really there until he takes a few more steps forward in slower strides that almost stagger. And then he focuses, is again more attentive, arms hanging at his sides with a cigarette burning between his fingers. The ashes fall off and to the floor, and he's letting smoke out through his teeth while he looks at her. Again she's back, again she'll be gone.]

Road.

[His voice is hoarse for no particular reason, dry and tired. It's like a relief of steam, of stress, all that pent up frustration and aggravation of the days past seems lessened. He's not the uncle relieved to see his niece, he's the younger brother relaxing in the presence of his elder sister and his shoulders droop considerably. He closes the gap left between them by approaching the bar, finding a nook at her side. The way he looks at her for a moment is undeniably fond, verging on some kind of contact that he holds back to a grazing of his fingers through the hair on the top of her head versus a gentle embrace.

He missed her.]

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