Who: Stein and whoever
Where: Around Somarium
Style: Either
Status: Open

After hearing that there were other research facilities in the area, Stein went off to find a decent one to move into. Just because he was in another world didn't mean he could become lax with his studies. In fact, being in another world opened a lot more opportunities. New discoveries, new specimens. He might even be able to find something to experiment on while he was here. This surely seemed like it was going to be quite the experience.

He took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground, and putting it off with his shoe. Now, where to start...

Who: Snake, Naomi
Where: Naomi's Lab
Style: Either
Status: Closed

A rational part of Snake knew all along that starting those fights was a bad idea. Ignored for the majority of the fiasco, that part of him was finally back in control and enforcing self-control in the forms of guilt and fear; guilt for what he had already done, fear of doing even more.

Limping toward a place he felt would be safe, the man was left in pretty bad shape: bruises and cuts all over, shivering due to a missing shirt, and even a few self-inflicted wounds that helped take his mind off the urge to fight.

Once finally there, he pounded on the door with more force than necessary. "Naomi!"

Who: Sharon and Break
Where: Espoir, by the fountain
When: Backdated like whoa to Sharon's arrival;orz
Style: Either, though I would prefer 3rd person
Status: Closed

While waiting for the other to arrive, the little Miss has moved to sit on the bench nearby - bringing her legs up to her chest and hugging them, in an attempt to conserve whatever warmth still lingered in her body. Her soppy nightgown clung to her skin unpleasantly, though she was thankful that at least it wasn't transparent. Sharon already didn't take fondly to the thought of Break seeing her in such a poor state, but if that would also be a part of her present problems she'd be mortified when the Hatter arrives.

Tossing that though aside she sneezes and sniffs, an action that had become almost a constant at this point. The earlier present shivering had worsened and tell-tale signs of a fever had started to make themselves known. Cough. Cough. Sneeze. Oh, what wouldn't she give to have a steaming cup of tea in her hands right now. Tea was the best medicine for almost everything as far as she was concerned.

The urge to smack something with all her might was ever so present and Sharon probably will do so, when the little Miss's finds out who exactly is responsible for this impolite form of delivery. They better have a good reason for this or else-

Who: Kiyoshi (Devil Survivor MC) and Naoya
Where: Naoya's suite in the City, 13th floor
Style: Third Person
Status: Closed

( say with me//safe and ignorant//just stay with me//hold you and protect you from the other ones//the evil ones )

Who: Kraus, Ysera, and Hakuryuu
Where: Espoir, by the fountain
Style: Third
Status: Closed. Dragon bonding tiems. gtfo

It was weeks since Alexstrasza left mysteriously. The isolation was taking a toll on Krasus, his eyes had little black circles under them from the sleepless nights, his robes were rather plain-looking, and his hair fell over his shoulders. He felt his mind was disintegrating. He couldn't remember a single piece of poetry or read any of his books. He needed to talk to someone...

At least Ysera was still here. He wasn't totally alone...

Who: Neku and Joshua
Where: Somni; Rivera apartment
Style: First cause being lazy is awesome
Status: Closed I'm thinking

[Neku had just been relaxing, listening to his music and doodling on his sketch pad until he heard what sounded like a hole being punched through the wall or something. Needless to say, that instantly got him moving, headphones now around his neck instead as he moved to Josh's room and opened the door without knocking or caring at this point.]

The hell just happened?!

Who: Danny, Frank
Where: Courthouse, Government District, Somni
Style: Whichever
Status: Open to anyone who'd normally be around the Courthouse

Danny rakes his fingers through his hair while he jogs, trying to get it to look a little less windswept. No time to do a real job of it--he's late! Nice going, Fenton. Way to misjudge time and distances. And he'd been the one asking for this meeting, too... Hopefully this guy won't care.

Finally he rounds the last corner, slowing his pace to a clipped stride. He said he'd be around here, right?  

Who: Zetta and anyone who wants to bother him
Where: The streets of Espoir village
Style: Any, I'll match your style.
Status: Open:-)

( Overlords don't get lost. )

Who: Ace and anyone who passes by
Where: field in Espoir
Style: First
Status: Open~

[he was looking at his Dreamberry, but after a few seconds, he hit a button and clipped it back on his belt. so many people had arrived within the past two weeks, including several from his own world. but none of them were any he had any particular care for. there was still someone who had yet to show up.]

He's certainly taking his time, isn't he?

[though his tone was lofty and there was that usual carefree smile on his face, he was feeling anything but that. ever since that whole craving phase a few weeks back he had been feeling more and more anxious and irritated. it was still a relatively mild stage, but he just couldn't sit still. he had been wandering around this whole time and the urge to kill rising. but a promise was a promise, even if Alice wouldn't know since she was still sleeping -- which was also rather odd and bothered him.

so what better way than to vent out his frustrations than slaughter a few helpless scarecrows? anyone walking by may or may not have a wooden arm or head suddenly fly past them as he continues to slice a few up. let's hope he doesn't turn to animals next.

and he did this all with that pleasant, yet rather creepy, smile.]

During the night, something fell from the castle. It remained at a slow, steady descent before it finally touched ground right in front of the fountain. A large chalkboard with numbers listed across it could be seen, with enough space for one to write their name next to it. It was like some sort of sign-up board.

At the top, the following words could be read: "Secret Santa Sign-Up".

Several pieces of different colored chalk could be found on the chalkboard tray, but there were no erasers.

In fact, if one were to write a name on this chalkboard, they would not be able to erase or edit it. If they tried to destroy it, they would fail in their efforts. In fact it wouldn't even move. It could be safely said that for the time being, the chalkboard was there to stay for a while.

But that was not all. A bulletin was tacked onto the frame. It had the following text written on it:

"The castle is now OPEN for public access! Please visit the Overlord's Shop of Sundries and Basic Needs to acquire the Castle Pass. We hope to see you soon!"

For the final touch, everything seemed to have changed overnight. Holiday decorations could be found on every building and on every lamp post. Wreathes hung from every window, and mistletoes hung at random entrance ways and arches. Some were even on trees. It was as if all of Somarium was getting into the festive cheer of the winter holidays.


[ooc: This is basically the IC sign-up post. You can thread/comment here whenever you want, or you can assume it happened if you know for sure your character will sign up. The list of names that's on the chalkboard will be the same as what's listed in the OOC Post. Feel free to thread and mingle in this log, and have your characters discuss what the hell is going on.

IMPORTANT: At the time of this post, the characters DO NOT know about the "grand prize" of being able to visit home. That will be revealed at a later time.

The NPCs will be around to help persuade those who are unsure. If possible, label your thread in the subject heading to help them out figure who they should be targeting. Have fun!]

Who: Stanley Ipkiss and his rescuer(s)?
Where: Somewhere in Espoir.
Style: Either~
Status: OPEN LIKE YOU WOULDN'T KNOW.


Stanley was, in short, in a mess. A very, very horrible mess.

"Th-this is probably all y-y-your fffault," he stuttered out at a chunk of wood, which he held at arm's length. The mask just smiled. "F-f-figures."He quickly returned his arm to his chest, hugging himself and hopping around.

The mess was that, for some reason _{surely being the Mask's shenanigans}, Stanley had woken up in a winter paradise. Winter paradises probably were nicer when you weren't wearing soaked pajamas. Shoes would be nice, too. Hoping for a less premature death, Stanley hopped off towards a random direction. Anything would be better than impersonating an icicle.

Who: Jade, Dist, and anyone who happens to be in the mansion and wants to exploit the situation.
Where: Auldrant Estate
When: Backdated to November 29th
Style: Third Person
Status: Open to those in the mansion.

(  This was unacceptable. )

Who: Spencer Reid and anyone wanting to welcome him to this world!
Where: Center of Espoir
Style: Either!
Status: Very much open!

Spencer opened his eyes groggily. His apartment was so cold…Had the heating broke down again? As he sat down in the snow, he realized that he wasn’t where he thought he should be. At least, he was dressed in a warm winter coat. So he knew he would have been outside in a cold weather. Collecting his thoughts, he stood up and brushed the snow off his pants. The last thing he remembered was Morgan sitting by his bed in the hospital. He had contracted Anthrax after coming in contact with lyophilized spores in the UnSub’s laboratory. He was sure he hadn’t got out of the hospital. So he was dreaming? It couldn’t be a dream. He felt cold and wet and without pinching himself, he knew he could get hurt.

As he moved, he felt the weight of his phone in one of his pocket, his gun and credentials in the other. Beneath the wool of the coat, he could felt the stiffness of his Kevlar vest. He reached for his phone; Garcia was the first number he chose from his speed dial. She would tell him where he was. But it seemed that his phone could get any signal in this place. Looking at his phone for the first time, the agent finally noticed how the device was different from his usual one. It looked more like the one Hotch used and Reid wondered how they could have switched phones without noticing it. Still, the senior agent must have the technical analyst on his contact list and Reid chose to look at it. The young man frowned as he realized that he didn’t recognize any names on the list. Some even made him raise an eyebrow in confusion: why would Hotch have ‘Frederic François Chopin’ on his contact list? Or several countries as well? Surely, they had to be codenames, but then again, Hotch wasn’t that paranoid…

Reid slipped the device back into his pocket and walked a bit until he found a street where footsteps were more abundant, knowing that it would be easier to find people to ask questions to if needed. The buildings looked like they were built during the colonization, but the young man could see that they weren’t, as several architectural incoherencies could be noted. For all the books and maps he had read, he truly couldn’t put a name on the location he was finding himself at. Stopping at a crossing, he turned around slightly, half tempted to call out Morgan, hoping this was one of his pranks. But he stopped himself, knowing that the good natured agent wouldn’t go this far, at least not right after him getting hospitalized. He finally looked up and his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. There was a flying castle over him! Nowhere in the world was such a thing real! Was he hallucinating? Maybe it was the exhaustion from the Anthrax that was causing him to see things. Because the alternative wasn’t a good in the eyes of the young man.

"...This can’t be..."

Who: Tamaki and anyone who said they wanted to try as hosts (as well as any other random passersby)
Where: Café des Rêves
Style: First more chance for sparkles
Status: Open

[everything was prepared: tables set, the chart in place, costumes stored in the back, the café already in the process of being redecorated...! now all that was left was for the others to arrive /o/ oh how exciting this was going to be~~]



[ooc: SORRY THIS WAS LATE. there's probably going to be a lot of handwaving going on just to save up on time xDa;

IF YOU WANTED YOUR CHARACTER TO TRY OUT HOSTING BUT COULDN'T RESPOND TO HIS FIRST POST YOU CAN HAVE THEM JUST STUMBLE IN HERE.

And also, this is not the actual Host Club session. This is just the training one :O]

Who: Kiyoshi (Devil Survivor MC) and Naoya
Where: Naoya's suite in the City, 13th floor
Style: Third Person
Status: Closed

( If you be my star, I'll be your sky... )

[[ooc; hao I tag entry. :|a ]]