WHO: Dave and Bro
WHAT: Father's Day
WHEN: Let's say late morning, June 16th
WHERE: Bro's room in West 203
WARNINGS: The usual Strider language

( But we'll get together then, son. )

someone has my jacket.

i'm willing to deal to get it back.

All right, everybody listen up! Due to the flood of reports concerning a large, tawny, predatory cat running loose in and around town, the police force is initiating a hunt. This is going to be undertaken systematically and professionally, and we're requesting the public's assistance.

First: We need everyone to stay indoors as much as possible. Large predators are very dangerous and can be very unpredictable. Do not approach it, and do not run. If you have to go out, stick together in groups and don't dawdle. Cats have very good night vision, so don't assume that going out at night is the answer.

Second: If you see the creature, call emergency services or our hotline: 1-800-244-2287 or 1-800-BIG-CATS. Be quick, clear, and precise. What did you see, where did you see it, what was it doing, where are you now.



The police department, with the assistance of the New Moore Avengers, will be organizing a city-wide search using a variety of techniques and equipment ranging from canine units to infrared cameras during the evening hours - which makes it even more imperative for pets and people to be kept indoors. We'll be attempting to capture the cat, find out where it came from, and get it to a place where it won't cause problems for the city.

Any questions?

WHO: Vanitas and YOU?
WHAT: The abomination beyond all hope of redemption has landed amongst you.
WHEN: Afternoon, June 16th.
WHERE: Various spots around the city, as he observes and checks out his new surroundings.
WARNINGS: Some violence and Vriska's potty mouth.

( Now I'm in places I really shouldn't be. )

Hey.

Guess the time has come to be a little more obvious about this. Something strange just showed up. They're colorful monsters that are running all over the place. I haven't seen these ones before, but I know they're familiar. Thing is, familiar is bad. These things can hurt you. I'm not sure of what all they're capable of, but if you see anything, bright, colorful, and monstrous running around ... go in the opposite direction.

And—I was gonna try avoiding this, but here's a proper introduction. My name is Riku. Where I come from, and probably where other people come from, even if they just don't know it yet, some people have the power to wield keyblades. These keyblades are a sign of a strong heart. Recently, I ... well, I got named keyblade master. So while we're all stuck here together, I guess I'm in charge of looking after you all.

That—uh, that isn't to say you guys can't do it, too. I've seen people fight from all different types of places. And my best friend ... he's seen even more. But I can't slack on the job.

Anyway, if you have questions about these things, go ahead. I'm about to go personally check them out myself.

And Lea? It's time to see what you can do.

Right, so. Let me see if I understand everything here.

My life, my entire being was nothing more than someone's cooked up, crack pipe idea. That who I am and everything else about me wasn't real, but now I'm real. Like the damned puppet from that story. Could never really stand it, even as a kid.

Heh, great. Really that's just fucking great. I don't have to worry about anything more, right? That's supposed to be the beauty in having this 'clean slate' here, ain't it?

You know what, don't answer that. Just leave me the hell alone.

Hello. My name is Aqua and new to this...island.

Am I to understand everything that was told to me in the hospital is true? That my existence...and everything I know, was as imaginary as the worlds and characters in books? I find this very hard to believe, though from what I'm told my skepticism is "normal".

I digress, if anyone knows of Ven or Terra or if they are here please, let me know. Any and all information would be helpful.

Thank you.

So, hi, dear reader? Okay, this is really awkward, who does actually maintain a personal blog these days, anyway?

Don't answer that.

Anyway. I''m here now and I'm wondering a few things. Like, how do you know the part where we're supposed to have been fictional is the truth, as opposed to somebody's hoax or something like that? And, sorry, I'm pretty sure everybody who's showed up here has asked some variation of the same thing, but I'm really curious.
Now, to make up for it - a question that may not have been asked yet. If it is true? Which fictional character or characters do you wish would show up here, eventually? I mean, it could be a hero or a villain, or somebody you just wanted to chill out with. Anyone.
Hit me?

Oh, and about the schooling thing. Is there some sort of advanced placement system, or would I get roped in by age alone?

Sorry. Finishing this now and hitting post.

ETA: My name's Dick Grayson.

Who: Absolutely anyone interacting with anybody else. Please tag your character when you comment.
Where: The New Brew coffeeshop.
When: Mid-June, any afternoon, Half-Price Coffee Hour.
What/Why: A chance for any characters who like tea or coffee to pick up new CR! Especially all you new folks.

Since Tim had taken over the New Brew and promptly left it closed for three weeks, he was determined to get business moving as quickly as he could manage now that it was open again. At the moment, he was short on ongoing projects, and long on time to think about things he'd rather not brood over. Sinking his energy into selling coffee was a top-notch distraction.

Half-Price Coffee Hour, advertised on signs and flyers across town, was quick, simple way to drum up business. For one hour every day -- starting at 1 PM on Mondays, 2 PM on Tuesdays, and so on until it was 7 PM on Sundays -- every unmixed in the shop, tea or coffee or espresso or chai or rooibos, sold for 50% off. Anything more complicated was still full price. Tables were set up with samples to taste or merchandise to sell. And every counter and seat in the place tended to fill up, friends cramming together into corners, strangers left elbow to elbow at the barstools or negotiating an awkward game of musical chairs.

Since there was no need to mix drinks for most of the customers, just pour and serve, Tim took every chance he got to wander the floor, greeting new customers or talking with friends. Who said Tim Drake couldn't be social?

Lots of people. But most of them got their coffee at Starbox.