Sea Goddess

[i-do-voodoo.livejournal.com]

[a very unfamiliar woman appears in a nearby hallway. She is slightly dusty, and looks as though she was in the middle of something.]

...this is not where I should be. The wounded need help. And there be much chaos in the city. Me should go back.

But I sense that is impossible for the moment. This place has the feel of Adstringendum, but without the malice of the Animus. 

So. Which of you lost souls wants to tell Tia Dalma where she is, hmmm? And if any of you have seen witty Jack, the crew of the Black Pearl, or him that call himself Davy Jones, do let me know. Merely a small favor.

 

[ooc: Just so you know, Tia's taken from the third movie, during her imprisonment on The Flying Dutchman. No love lost for Davy Jones, really. XD  I play her at adstringendum , so expect to hear about many worlds crashing into one, and of course, people who she tecnically shouldn't know. :3 ]

must be dreaming

[totherabbithole.livejournal.com]

[Here's an odd sight. There's a Kairi falling from the ceiling and landing gently on the ground, not looking the least bit perturbed by this. She looks around, as if in a dream like a state.]

Curiouser and curiouser...

[She's wearing a familiar blue dress, the pattern the same as the blue in her school uniform.]

Mr. White Rabbit?

[Funny. He should be here by now. She doesn't see a sign of the 'Chesire cat' too.]

[ooc: giant messed up info on her journal/profile]

doing that positive role model thing

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[He's sitting in the library, in that little corner that he's set up as a kind of classroom. There are a number of books stacked on the table, some simple math problems on the chalkboard, and he's sitting and grading a workbook with a red pen. Maybe he should take a break eventually, but right now, he's dealing with multiplication.]

I really need to get those times tables...



[OOC: Feel free to interrupt! I forget whoall Ri promised to teach (besides his Little Brother).]

no subject

[before]

[It seems Red has found a karaoke room behind this one door. And it looks like he's been there for a while; there's a large, half empty bowl of fried grasshoppers (who needs popcorn?) and a couple unlabeled bottles sitting on a table near the mic. Given the faint flush across Red's cheeks, it's pretty likely the bottles contained alcohol. There's music blasting from the speakers and he's singing along rather enthusiastically, half because he's at least a little drunk, and half because there's no one around to watch.]

no subject

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[...Uh oh. Ienzo here is just walking down the hall-- or rather, stumbling, and it's pretty easy to tell that he's a bit out of it. It's what happens when you take drinks from Red, of all people.

Yeeep, thanks to a bit of spiked punch he's drunk, of all things.]

[ooc: See here.]

desecration is the smile on my face

[jokeraxel.livejournal.com]

[Is that the Joker over there on that couch, picking his teeth with his knife? Why yes, yes it is. Seems he's taken up people watching. Dare you bother him?]

snoozing

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[someone not paying attention might miss this guy -- he's sprawled out on his stomach across the couch in one of the busier areas of the dressing room, blanket draped lazily over his shoulders. it doesn't seem that he's been there very long.]

[at least, he would be easy to miss if it weren't for the occasional snore, and the sound of a bell tied around his wrist jingling whenever he shifts.]