I'm not sure when we'll be getting a release list this month. But I can tell you that Chief Lin Beifong is no longer here. Nor Officer Julie Grigio, or Ms. Carol Danvers. I'm sure there are probably others as well, but I don't have a final list. I'm sorry.

This place hasn't made it any easier on us, has it?

[Private to: Koizumi]
I have a packet for you. Chief Beifong left it. She'd always said I was to give it to you directly. Do you have a minute for me to stop by?

I am not staying indoors tonight. It's too nice outside. I'm not eating your dinner, either! Who doesn't have anything sweet with supper? Neither of you can cook.

Lydia, you can sleep on my bed if you want to. I'm going camping!

Who: Celebi, trainers and you!
What: Hunting wild pokémon, battling trainers, or a search for the legendary pokémon of the forest!
Where: In the wilds outside the city - particularly in le gasp the forest~
When: Whenever. Sometime during the event. Whatever suits you.
Warnings: Possible pokébattles? Not really any warnings.

( Never know what's 'round the bend. We go up the hill and down again. And when there's trouble we'll get through, We always have and we always do! )

What have you done with them? Don't lie to me and don't give me excuses. Just tell me.

[Aisling's voice is neither high-pitched, nor strident, but slightly deeper than usual and her words carry a sense of depth that very nearly echoes like an empty hall. There is no video accompaniment this time.]

Give them back! They were mine! Mine, do you understand! You have no right to do this!

[A hushed rustling sound grows behind her voice, like trees before the precursor winds of a storm, but the skies are clear and there's not much in the way of wind today.]

They had lives, they had friends, and you don't know what you've done - to them, to those you forced them to leave behind. You think you know.

[Her voice shakes, strained with grief, but rage is swiftly overtaking it. If you'd thought you'd heard her angry before, that was nothing in comparison.]

You think you understand everything, but you don't know anything! Give. Them. Back.

[The audio cuts off abruptly.]

Okay, who's casting spells at my forest?

[Aisling's all frowning confusion today - she's not even really angry, exactly. Just baffled.]

Why do you want the colors to change and for everything to be still?

[Sure enough, when she turns the camera, it looks like she's switched it to instagram snapshots, except that she's moving between the trees. Everything is stock still - not a leaf or a blade of grass moving, even though the breeze ruffs across the microphone. If she doesn't move the camera, you'd think it were a photograph, not a video. Some of the trees look like they might have been... painted? From oil paint? That patch of flowers is definitely in watercolor.]

If you want something, I'm sure we can bargain for it, but it's really very rude to cast spells in other people's houses. Especially without talking about it first!

Who: Anyone with cause to be at the hospital
What: Visits with patients or those in the waiting room
Where: New Moore General Hospital
When: 4/2 and the few days after
Warnings: Excessive guilt, angst, depression, mention of self-harm and attempted suicide

( Waiting rooms aren't hell. They're purgatory, and for some, that's worse. )


NOTES: Tag individual threads within, or make your own - you don't need to be here for Sheska!

Listen, just because you all are interested in talking or singing into the late hours of the night doesn't mean all of us are. Some of us are studying, and have actual bedtimes to stick to, so unless you're going to offer some expertise in building bridges and calculating mine shafts, keep the noise down already. I have a test this week and I am going to ace it.

Except for you, Mistress Marvel. You're cool. You really need to show me how you blew up that building later.

Who: The Eleventh Doctor and Aisling
What: making sure she's okay after the volcano destroyed much of the forest, and feels about what Aisling discovered during the dream event
Where: the forest
When: a day or two after the volcano event
Warnings: possible depression, talk of violence and war and death

( two old stars, tarnished but shining )

I've never seen lava once it's cooled down all the way. It has cooled down all the way, hasn't it? It won't flood out if someone breaks it open and start up again. It just looks really fluffy, like misshapen pillows. But I wouldn't suggest using it that way, even if it's really tempting, it's not worth it.

How's everyone?

--hey, wait a-

[James is somewhere outside, hair covered in a fine dusting of ash that he's occasionally ruffling off himself with little success. There are people running past him, panicked and shouting and he stops after that exasperated exclamation to help somebody up off the floor.

He looks to the phone finally, brushing more ash off the screen.]

If anyone can make it here, I could use some help further up the high ground. Despite best intentions people are panicking and someone's going to get hurt. Potentially me. So, you know, whenever you can. I'll be here. Trying not to get trampled.

[Click.]

[The feed comes on in the middle of a sentence, and for a moment it might be confused for gibberish, but no, she's speaking in Gaelic, shouting over the terrible rumble of the mountain and the crash of falling debris. The camera lies on its side in the grass, with a half-obscured view of a veritable stampede of creatures fleeing. Not a one of them seems to care if predator and prey are beside one another: they're all wild-eyed and panicky, but for the moment they're under control.

Aisling stands on a fallen tree, clearly visible. From this angle, at least, she seems as calm as a person may be under these circumstances, with a dray of baby squirrels under one arm. She throws out her free hand as the ground shakes, and the phone settles enough to see more flaming projectiles raining down into the forest further away. As they disappear below the treeline, Aisling cries out and falters, going to one knee as though she's been struck. The ground stops trembling for the moment, but she still shudders, breath hissing between her teeth.

Her control over the animals has slipped, and they're beginning to branch out, backtracking, pausing, snapping at one another, utterly terrified. Slowly, she pushes herself back to her feet, flinging back her hair and reasserting her control. The eyes of the animals glow red for a second, as though a flashbulb has gone off, and they calm enough to keep heading the direction she wants them to go.

Glancing down, Aisling catches sight of her phone and stoops to lift it.]

Get to the sea! A river of fire is coming, and there is no way to stop it that I know. Fly, and keep yourselves out of harm's way!

[She's too busy to linger, and the feed shuts off with a click.]

WHAT: mental breakdowns and existential crises
WHO: Koizumi and those who notice his sudden absence
WHEN: between 3/7 and 3/14
WHERE: Koizumi's apartment
WARNINGS: triggering and content warnings for: depression, thoughts of suicide, mental breakdown. will edit with any further warnings.

( the one left behind )

WHAT: dreams and nightmares
WHO: Itsuki Koizumi and the Eleventh Doctor and You!
WHEN: between 2/27 and 3/1.
NOTE: the dreams will be customized to the individual who tags in. Make a top-level comment stating whose dream you want and any preferences you may have about the dream, and I'll respond by setting the scene.
WARNINGS: triggering and content warnings for: violence, war, depression, verbal abuse, possible gore and possible mental breakdown. will edit with any further warnings.

Who: England, Julie Grigio, James Potter, Bro Strider
What: Event thingssssss come and play
When: Feb 27th - March 3rd
Warnings: ... All of my characters. Possible nightmare themes depending on who tags.

---

( England )


( Julie Grigio )


( James Potter )


( Bro Strider )

Who: Aisling, Sheska
What: Dreams and Nightmares
When: Feb 27th - March 2nd, whenever you sleep
Warnings: Sheska's nightmares contain violence, gore, blame, and a twisting of the senses. Aisling's dreams contain flashes of violence and death, but at a remove and only if you okay them.

NOTES:
None of these dreams take place at the same time unless prearranged with me. Otherwise everyone has their own experience separate from others.
Dreams are arranged by comment hierarchy within. Aisling has two thread types - utterly peaceful and serene, and calm with flashes of history/sorrow. Sheska has one mode - nightmares. (Though it may not look like one at first.) Please comment under the dream you wish to enter.

WHAT: dreams, not all of them fun
WHO: ukraine, sherlock holmes, and YOU
WHEN: whenever everyone is wandering around interrupting dreams like rude people
NOTE: ukraine only has the one dream, but any of sherlock's are up for grabs, and feel free to come up with an entirely different scenario for him at your leisure!

( UKRAINE )


( SHERLOCK )

WHO: Wayward Vagabond, Hiccup, Phil Coulson, Peter Pan, The Once-ler, R
WHAT: i've got dreams like you - no, really!
WHEN: whenever between Feb.27 - Mar.2 during sleepin' time. up to you.
NOTE: please just state which option/character you're going for and tag away. yoo it's technically a log even if you're spamming me. 5+ comments for your activity. this is a good idea guys.
WARNINGS: some dreams may take a turn for the worse depending on who it is / what happens.


[ OPTION A: CAN TOWN ]
( the mayor )
[ OPTION B: HOW TO DREAM A DRAGON ]
( hiccup )
[ OPTION C: IT'S A MAGICAL PLACE. ]
( coulson )
[ OPTION D: WHERE'S MY BACKUP CHORUS? ]
( the once-ler )
[ OPTION E: THE DEAD DON'T DREAM ]
( r )
[ OPTION F: COME WITH ME WHERE DREAMS ARE BORN AND TIME IS NEVER PLANNED ]
( peter pan )

Who: Aisling and the Doctor
What: TARDIS malfunction
When: Monday, Feb 17th
Where: Deep inside the TARDIS
Warnings: TBA

( Ashes... Ashes... We all fall-- )

Who: Friends of Koizumi's who don't have plans for valentine's
What: Koizumi making dinner and dessert
Where: Koizumi's apartment
When: Valentine's Day evening
Warnings: None so far

( for the rest of them )

Well, it's out in the open now, so might as well come out and say it.

Ianto's left again. Sort of always knew he would. Never stays.

If anyone needs me, I'll be trying to drown myself in the bottom of a pint glass.