[Open!] Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ?

[npc_kun]

Characters: Open
Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.

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Monday, near the Bazaar

[proudambassador]

If it wasn't ridiculous enough to be stuck in a tree, now Ambassador was stuck in a tower in a tree. He'd spent the first moments upon waking in a bit of a rage before realizing that wouldn't do anything. So he went into full-on rage mode, yelling at the walls as if they would move. They didn't. Working on the theory that maybe they just couldn't hear him had backfired; kicking a stone wall was a bad idea.

After hopping around on one foot in a manner that was painfully embarrassing, Ambassador realized his hair was long too. Much longer than it should be, to the point that it was no longer standing up. It was a very long ponytail, much like what his vague memories told him females should have.

To his growing horror, he realized he was also in distinctly feminine dress. Literally. His anger had blinded him to the fact that he was in skirts. Skirts! Of all things!

All in all, Ambassador was trapped and not happy in the least.

[burntorangesky]

Fred had taken a rare day off work, so it wasn't until nearly mid-morning before she wandered into the Bazaar. She didn't really have a destination in mind; she just didn't want to go back to her house just yet, and seeing most of her friends these days was almost painful. Strange how the loss of one person affected so many... but he would come back. She only hoped he would do it soon.

The distant sounds of angry yelling interrupted Fred's musing. She glanced in the direction it came from, spotting a tower that certainly hadn't been there yesterday.

It took her only a minute to walk to the base of the tower. She shielded her eyes with one hand as she looked up to where she could barely see a window at the top of the tower. Fred was a little baffled as to what was going on here, but it was probably something the Tree was doing... in any case, she should probably find out who it was that was yelling, and if she could help them. "Hello? Can you hear me up there?"

[proudambassador]

Thankfully Ambassador wasn't the type to get up at the break of dawn. He'd only been in the tower for about two hours before someone finally came and paid attention to him like they should. After all, he was trapped, and he was not a no one. He should not be stuck and isolated and ignored. Ever.

Looking down as someone yelled up, Ambassador nodded. "Yes! Yes, I can hear you! Can you hear me? Can you get me out of this? I want out." After a noticeable pause, he added, "Please!" Manners were important when you wanted someone to do something for you. Though he wasn't sure what one person could do. It was a tower.

At least he could offer what resources they had. "I am stuck in the tower with nothing! Except skirts! And stupidly long hair!" Not much.

[burntorangesky]

A person with long hair stuck inside a tower with no door... for a fleeting second, Fred thought that felt a little familiar. But she dismissed the feeling as a passing fancy and turned her attention back to the problem at hand.

"You have no rope? A ladder, perhaps? Anything you could throw out the window that would allow me to climb up, or you climb down?" Fred felt almost compelled to make sure he had checked for something like that, because she could see no other way to get up there. Neither Youth nor Bell had ever managed to teach her how to do the wall-walking trick, after all.

Tuesday Evening (Unknown Island, Frost Mountain), Just into it near the bridge

[hisbutler_bound]

His eyes blurred open faintly, not remember when he had passed out. Last thing he remembered was getting off work. Damn tree and its fun in knocking him out. What now? He couldn't feel his legs, looking down at the snowy frost covered ground, he noticed a long black tattered dress, torn and dismaded, cling to him like death. Oh, he knew where he was. He came here every chance he could. It was cold and comforting here. Full of solitude and refuge from others. He could visit the lighthouse all he wanted and be alone

Re: Thursday afternoon (Unknown Island, Frost Mountain), Just into it near the bridge

[pinkmoonrabbit]

It wasn't often that Sailormoon found herself in Stuff Inc, but today was one of those days. She'd headed to the Yard Sale to see what she could find in terms of paper and fabrics to make more flowers. She'd spent her entire supply on making flowers for those who had been injured the week before and needed replacements for the shop. The Yard Sale always seemed to have the best selection

[hisbutler_bound]

Black barely registered the life swarming at him from the distance. It had been cold and aching in his legs, evening if he couldn't feel them. He was sure the blood vessels had begun to shrink, constricting the blood flow to them. He faintly wondered in the mist of the cold if he could indeed develop frostbite.

By now, he had gotten tired of leaning back against the tree to reveal the pressure building in his arms. It's only when he heard his name, did he snap out of such odd thoughts. Raising his head, he blinked towards the sound, looking weary.

[pinkmoonrabbit]

Oh good, he was still alive. That certainly was a relief but that brought about the question of how to get him down. He was most definitely stuck and she was far too short to reach. Maybe her heels would help?

She reached towards the sky with one hand, and shouted "Make up!" She couldn't remember the rest of the words, but they were all fuzzy anyway and those ones seemed to do the trick and she was suddenly engulfed in light and sparkles and transformed into her superhero outfit. Yet eve with the heels on her boots, she still couldn't reach his hands and he was pretty frozen. Oh what to do, what to do. Maybe magic.

Holding out her hand, a small pink wand appeared. "Please let this work." She pointed the heart-shaped wand at his wrists and hoped that the light, hearts, and whatever else came with it would be enough to free him from his bonds.

Tuesday, The Park in Cap'n Planet

[unevoked]

The last thing Castor needed was to be running late for work. The damn dog had taken his bed the night before, and he had slept in later than usual. In hindsight, he should have kicked it out, but it didn't matter now- he had to book it to the bazaar. The sad thing is that he might have made it if it weren't for a large purple Crystal to spring up around him suddenly, his face and chest hitting the thick, transparent material as it prevented him from running further

[sting_to_death]

As if her day hadn't been weird enough already. Apparently the planets had aligned and decided Lin couldn't just have a normal day, not today. But her idea of an interesting day would have been proving Bastet she was strong and trustworthy, or discovering a new memory, or finally getting the whole Kazahana issue off her chest, or something as simple as seeing Pollux fall on his face.

She didn't realize immediately this was close enough to that. At first, all Lin saw was one of the stupid mannequins walking towards her, in what she guessed was supposed to be a threatening manner. Sadly for the mannequin, Lin had seen far more upsetting things than a wooden doll with a red cape and a bright orange beard drawn on its face. As soon as it got close enough, she punched it under its jaw and sent it flying, until it hit a tree and fell at its feet, unconscious. Assuming it was conscious to begin with

[unevoked]

Castor had been busy trying to rip the threads of ribbon from his hair-- he knew it was long (and having never cut it since he had arrived only made it worse,) but damn it, he didn't need little ribbons wrapped around bits of it. He winced upon managing to yank out a few strands with the ornamentation being removed, before the sneering voice caught him off guard.

If he didn't hate his life before, he sure as fuck did now.

He physically stopped for a moment before his eyes narrowed, teeth grit together. Of all the people to come along. Usually he could accept the degradation of her verbal insults, that was fine- just idle comments back and forth, nothing to take seriously. But now he was already stuck in a damn dress, and pretty much at her mercy for whatever she wanted to torment him about.

"Fuck you," He snarled out, fist meeting the crystal again-- He was sure it would be bruised tomorrow at this rate. "You think I wanna be in this thing?"

[sting_to_death]

"Heh." In Lin's defense, it was pretty amusing. She's sure that anyone else in her place would have been rolling on the ground, laughing until they couldn't breathe anymore. Maybe he was lucky it was her, she wouldn't laugh. Or maybe not, because she was going to tease him about this for ages to come. For once Lin had something to thank the Tree for

Wednesday evening, closed to Kagerou and 00

[starstruckstray]

In the middle of the Yard Sale petal on Stuff Inc, a strange sight broke up the usual rows of furniture and household items. Thorny red roses twined about a delicate-looking wrought-iron bed.

Sprawled on his back on that bed? Was Kiba, asleep in a pair of pink and white striped boxers. A soft breeze toyed with the ends of his loose hair, but aside from the occasional scratch to his belly, this damsel showed no signs of waking.

The roses would resist any attempt to prune them back, which was unfortunate. Because Kiba wouldn't wake until every last one was destroyed.

[weaver_girl]

Kagerou had been right; Wednesday had brought fairer weather with it, and she and 00 had been able to have a walk. It was more a random wandering across the islands, accompanied by her vivid chattering and 00's more subdued agreements and observations.

As they crossed onto the Yard Sale--she liked the place, there was always something to rummage, even if briefly--Kiba's reiatsu drifted into her senses. She turned her head idly, glancing around for him. Perhaps he was on patrol, and she could say hello.

"Um, sorry." She smiled a little guiltily at 00 as she realised she'd lost the thread of conversation. "I thought I... heard a friend of mine, but maybe I was imagining...

"Do you smell that?" The distinctive fragrance of roses in bloom suddenly wafted towards them. She was rather sure she'd never seen a bush on this island.

[ghost_of_00]

00 paused when Kagerou did, mildly curious about the other girl's obvious distraction. She, too, noticed the fragrance of roses, unusual for this section of the island. Much of what took place here was bartering and storage, not any agricultural or gardening activities. "Yes," she said. Unusual things had been happening since Monday. People in dangerous situations. Was this another instance? She had no idea how roses might be involved.

Without saying another word, she followed the scent to find a bed with roses growing all through its structure and strewn over the covers, with a red-haired man sleeping on top of it. Very unusual. She could have thought it was merely his personal preference if not for the plant growth. "This is the source," she said as she stared at it, not at all fazed by his state of near-undress.

[weaver_girl]

Kagerou wasted a moment more trying to spy Kiba, then had to dash after her friend as she ventured towards... what seemed to be a bed covered in a generous mass of thorny roses.

With Kiba sleeping in the middle of it, blissfully unaware of his predicament, and showing rather more skin than she'd ever expected to see on him.

She fixed her eyes diplomatically on 00.

"Yes, but what's wrong with him? He has his own bed, there's no reason for him to fall asleep he--" She frowned, then reached out carefully to shake his shoulder. "Kiba? It's Kagerou, I'm sorry to bother..."

He didn't so much as flutter an eyelid. She gave him a more vigorous shake, to no avail. "Wake up!" Bemused, she looked at 00 again. "Something is wrong. Should we call a medic? I mean, it's not exactly good for him to sleep here, even if..."

Wednesday - Melee Island (Forest)

[all_blue_prince]

When Prince at last dragged himself out of a sleep-tinted haze, that he was lying prone on the forest ground robed in a dress and red, hooded cape with naught by a shitty picnic basket on his elbow did not surprise him. Not after the last incidents which had had him in far more compromised positions - he wasn’t even bound up in ropes this time.

But damn it, Grift would fire him for poor attendance at this rate; it wasn’t the guy’s fault the stupid fishbowl enjoyed sticking him in drag.

He’d bitch about that later, though. Instead he sat up with a grunt and turned all of his still-hazy attention towards that basket, praying that maybe.. let’s see… if that shitty sentient tree had some common sense it wo-ahah! With a grin that bordered on demonic, he pulled forth his prize and ripped open the box with gusto. The long drag of nicotine pulled the rest of his consciousness out of sleep, and as an added bonus guaranteed he wouldn’t kill any poor, unlucky shithead on sight. Win-win for all parties involved

[longnosedliar]

Sniper was only vaguely aware that the bed he was now sleeping in was a great deal more comfortable than the one he had gone to sleep on last night, but still floating between slumber and wakefulness, didn't quite note it quickly enough. And for some odd reason, being woken up by a loud voice really didn't seem that unfamiliar. "Oi," he mumbled, "keep it down. I'm trying to... to

[burntorangesky]

Fred was walking to the dojo through the woods, her staff in hand. Things were back to normal, or at least as 'normal' as Edensphere ever got, at last; Youth was back, the Tree was pulling strange pranks, and Fred was heading to one of her morning training sessions with Youth.

She heard a strangled screech of what might have been words coming from somewhere in the woods--not too far away, but she couldn't quite pin down an exact location. Fred let out a sigh. Another person, probably a man going by the current pattern, in need of a rescue? A quick glance around proved that she was the only one in hearing distance. And it was very, very possible that whomever that was, they did not have their journal at hand.

It would seem she was going to be late. With luck, he would not make her do too many laps around the dojo... Fred headed toward the sound, moving as silently as she could and keeping a wary eye on her surroundings. Just in case there was something dangerous lurking about.

[all_blue_prince]

… Well, the shrieking abomination pointing at him from the floor was certainly no lady, and Prince considered walking straight back into the forest, this game be damned. His interest had already dropped fifty percent, he was that disappointed. Wasn’t a woman supposed to rescue him? And for all he knew, this guy planned to pull some shit