[Action - OPEN] Yuuki and Yuuri's Super Awesome Party!
16 April 2010 at 06:11 pm
Yuuki Kuran
[ACTION - OPEN]

[Set up at the beach there's a contained bonfire, and tables full of food. Around the area there are several grills set up for if people decide they want to make things to their particular liking. There are even a few watermelon! It can't be considered a beach party without a watermelon to break among friends. Games have been set up. There are volleyball nets so that people can participate in a friendly game, and a couple of beach balls. Prizes are set off to the side for those who would like to compete in sand castle designs or the games themselves, and there are goggles and underwater equipment for water polo and other festivities.

Come, eat a piece of cake, grill yourself a steak, swim, sing, dance, limbo, mingle, troll, build sandcastles and have fun!]

[OOC: Yuuki and Yuuri's party to cheer themselves up. They don't know who's all coming. You're free to have your character just show up and do whatever you like. The kids just want to have fun! 7:00 because one is a night owl. lol. Feel free to thread-jack and play!]
[Action|Closed] Backdated to late night of Day 57
16 April 2010 at 08:58 pm
Josak Gurriere
[Wow, he hadn't expected to last that long in the game. Either those peanuts really helped or he hadn't been drinking enough for his turns. Getting completely drunk was the objective anyway.

And he knows he's drunk. Not as drunk as he wanted, but more drunk than he usually ever lets himself get. It's amusing that he still couldn't accomplish what he set out to do. The fact that he's able to even think about it says he's too sober. The fact he's depressed and annoyed that they kept asking all those stupid personal questions...means he's too drunk to notice.

He's sure it's Faith's fault somewhere in there.

He makes it to his room as quietly as possible and enters without tripping over himself or any furniture.

But he doesn't stop himself from slamming the door.

Oops. Wolfram probably won't like that.

Maybe he should do it again. Wolfram's always a great distraction.]
Location: Their room in the shelter / LATE night
[Action|Open]
16 April 2010 at 09:00 pm
Johnny Rayflo
[Rayflo is currently enjoying the sights from one the top branches of one of the trees on the edge of the training fields, keep a look out for Cherry's arrival. Smoking a single cigarette to help pass the time. It probably would look precarious to any passerby who looks up and notices him, but he's light and the branch won't break. It's always fun to see the way a location looks from up high, how tiny things below can seem. How important and meaningless it can make you feel at the same time.

But Rayflo is also looking forward to this fight. It's been a while since Cherry and he sparred and Cherry is so aggressive when they do. It gets his blood excited just thinking about it.]


Don't keep me waiting, Cherry.~

{OOC: Feel free to bother Johnny while visions of beating Cherry into the ground dance in his head.}
Location: Sector 6 - Training Fields/late afternoon 4-6pm
[Voice//Action | Private]
16 April 2010 at 09:42 pm
Conrad Weller
[Not happy after hearing about Yuuri's troubles feeling welcome in Yuuki's home, Conrad's going right to the source.]

[Private to Aidou]

Aidou? If you have a few moments, I'd like to speak with you.
[Action| Closed]
16 April 2010 at 11:19 pm
[Patiently Ashura waited in the park, having staked out a somewhat large, clear area for the upcoming match. It was a sign of respect for Conrad that he had donned the closest thing to his war robes he could find in this place - a tight black wrap of silk around his chest, arm warmers from the base of the fingers to his biceps, twin belts of worked leather about his waist, a long white robe over the black wrap that was split from grass to his hips, and leg warmers from his feet to his inner thighs. His hair was pulled up and back and in a high, neat ponytail, and he wore only a minimum of jewelry - all gold and ruby red.

Taking a breath he began a series of stretching movements that had more in common with a dance than anything else. He flowed from move to move, patient, waiting, though his body thrummed with excitement at the prospect of a spar with someone of skill. Though whether Conrad was his match or not was yet to be seen. Of course, that was half the fun.

And if it proved rather a poor showing for either, the drinks later could smooth it over. Yes, this could prove quite fun!]
[Action|Open]
16 April 2010 at 11:55 pm
[Flowers. He'd managed to get flowers.

They were strange little things, so delicate in their flimsy little cups of dirt. His desert home had been bereft of them, coated in sand as it was and to hot for anything but malice and war to grow with any real strength. He'd seen flowers on the island and in the city when he began his missions with Celestial Being, but he had never taken the tie to admire them or contemplate them, though their color had attracted him, their scent. Foreign. Strange. And standing for everything he wished in, in some odd way he couldn't really explain. But then again, such things had never been his strong point.

Balancing his packets of flowers carefully, he sat down on the stone steps outside his apartment building where he'd already stacked clay pots packed with the necessary dirt by the edges of the steps. He figure he could have some large pots outside and smaller ones out on the balcony of the apartment.

He spread out the packets in front of him, ranging from petunias, to marigolds, to the start of some flowering bush he could not properly pronounce.]


Which would go best in this....?

[His eyes are concentrated as he ponders, head and hands resting on his knees as he looks at the little spread of plants like a criminal line up.]