[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.

[This is a general open log for the Damsels in Distress event. Threads can be done in quick or standard log format, as you prefer. You might also want to mark the place and approximate time in the subject of your comment, for

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Thursday - Frost Mountain

[all_blue_prince]

Prince prayed, when he felt himself stir into wakefulness, that he was not where he thought he was - which could be a number of places, really. But anywhere that did not involve the bed he flopped on last night covered the bill

Just tell me if I'm doin' it wrong! o/

[ungleucklichen]

Lady had been squirreled away in her house when she happened to peek in her journal, the handwriting and wording of the newest message indicating it was probably Prince who was writing. Wanting to help, she dutifully took out her pen and began to write.

-- This is Lady, do you know what the lighthouse is by? I could try to help... --

Works for me. 8Db

[all_blue_prince]

The immediate reply from Lady sent a grin on his face and nearly wiped away all of his previous displeasure. Oh, well if he got a chance to meet her, being stuck in a lighthouse became a momentary inconvenience.

-- Miss Lady~! ♥ I knew I could count on such a responsible goddess~! --

Ah... maybe now was not the time for his usual antics. And she posed an excellent question, too. He hadn't been taking in the surroundings with his usual thoroughness, seeing as the flowing hair kinda distracted him.

Journal still with him, he walked back over to the window and stuck his head out for a better look. It was then he noticed the chill in the air, as well as his post looking out to snow-covered mountains in the distance.

-- Do you know of any places that have snowy mountains, Miss Lady? --

<3

[ungleucklichen]

Lady blushed at Prince's initial reply despite herself. Flattery always seemed to fluster her... She waited for a response instead of answering, honestly not knowing how to answer. She blinked at what she saw. Mountains? It was probably somewhere in the Wilderness...

-- I think I may know where you are. Would you like me to come try and res help you? --

She knew she wasn't exactly the most physically adept person in the Sphere, but she couldn't just let someone languish there! For whatever reason it seemed very important for Lady to be helpful.

Tuesday morning, Melee Island

[notpissedoff]

Rain woke with a jolt and a startled gasp. Waking to find oneself securely tied up and suspended in midair from a tree by a rope could have that effect. Confusion was quickly replaced by anger, and he cast his gaze around him for whoever might be responsible for this, twisting his body and craning his neck as best he could. They were going to seriously regret it, whoever they were...

But there was no one around for him to direct his fury at. He was alone, bound, wearing a poofy purple dress for some reason... and hanging above a large vat filled with a bubbling green liquid. He snarled.

First things first, then. He needed to get out of this predicament, and then he could hunt down the responsible party. Rain forced himself to calm down and assess his situation. The rope was wrapped tightly around his body from his shoulders to his hips, pinning his arms at his sides, so even if he had a kunai on him (which he doubted, since he hadn't gone to sleep with one on his person), he wouldn't be able to get at it. The voluminous

[sting_to_death]

Lin didn't quite understand what all the ruckus over the journals was about. People getting stuck in places, needed to be rescued... Ridiculous. They could all go to hell as far as she was concerned and rescue themselves if they wanted to stay alive. And anyway, if they really had to go and put themselves in dangerous situations, they could at least keep quiet about it and avoid bothering her, describing their misadventures where she could read.

The fact that she could just skim through the walls of texts and avoid getting all irritated didn't even cross her mind. The problem wasn't her, but everyone else.

And, being Lin, she wouldn't have even bothered to stop by when she saw a person all tied up, hanging over a huge vat that seemed filled with... Something green, she couldn't tell exactly what from afar. But it didn't take long to notice the person was slowly being lowered towards it.

Her first instinct was to jump over there and help. Weird instinct to have for someone who said she didn't care about anything and anyone. Then,

[notpissedoff]

Rain was starting to worry now. He'd twisted every which way possible trying to work his hands free, but whoever had tied him up had known what they were doing. The rope around him didn't loosen in the slightest.

One of his shoes (a pointy unstable-looking and entirely impractical shoe with a large frilly bow on it) had slipped off his foot and landed in the bubbling liquid, and although Rain couldn't see much below him due to the dress, it had sounded like it had dissolved. There had been a loud hissing noise and a horrible smell, in any case.

He was mentally running through every curse he knew and a few he made up just for the occasion, when a woman appeared. Out of nowhere. Walking on nothing.

In spite of himself, Rain's jaw dropped. He'd heard about some people here having strange powers or abilities, but he'd never seen anything quite like this. Yes, he was gawking. When she spoke, though, his brows furrowed and he barely managed to bite back a snippy reply. I don't need your help had been on his lips, but if he was

[sting_to_death]

She wasn't going to be more gentle just because it was a woman. If this girl was stupid enough to end up in that position, embarrassing her whole gender, she didn't deserve to be treated gently. Sometimes, Lin could be more strict with women than she was with men-- and yet sometimes it was the other way around. If she saw a girl playing the part of the helpless damsel in distress, showing stupidity, acting like a lovesick puppy, Lin would get pissed. On the other hand, girls weren't going to be tortured by her constant sarcasm and caustic comments. Which, for Lin, was the equivalent of friendship. Strange how her brain worked

Wednesday - Closed to Ghost and Lady

[illusionates]

Eyes snapping open, Rise first registered his surroundings--outside somewhere, nowhere near his house. He slowly processed that he was in the Bazaar, or at least somewhere nearby. However, he forewent wondering how he got there in the first place, too distracted by the pressure trapping his arms to his sides. Attempts to kick proved just as futile.

With a low growl, he sneered, looking down to see tight binds. Underneath the rope, he wore a very classic, southern lace dress, though he didn't quite notice. That wasn't the most important thing at the moment anyway, because he was moving. Yes, moving. He wasn't just looking at the Bazaar, he was looking at it from a sideways view, and it slowly passed on by, even though he himself couldn't so much as move his arms and legs.

"Dammit." Another futile struggle. Rise had yet to notice the other body pressed into his back, and he wouldn't, because the rapid grind of metal from overhead would steal the remainder of his attention. His eyes darted upward, and sure enough, a giant circular saw

Da Na Da Na...DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY! /air guitar

[redrobinhood]

Ghost was far less quick to rouse himself than Rise, most likely because he was still recovering from his gunshot wounds. The first thing he was aware of as that he was cold in odd places--his neck, face, arms and legs. The immobility didn't surprise him much as he as used to being tethered to a medical bed with IV drips and monitors but this felt different--wait was he on his side?

He blearily blinked one eye open, and winced as the sun hit it. "Gah! Ow!"

Wait this wasn't medical. This was the bazaar...

The fact that Ghost was now in a Red Southern Bell Dress didn't really phase him at all. Nor did the sudden environment change. He was after all a veteran of the sphere. What DID freak him out was that it felt like he was tied with his back against someone and that he could hear a very loud scary buzzing sound directly above him

XD

[ungleucklichen]

Lady had just been browsing through the bazar looking for basic necessities when she heard a very loud buzzing noise. Always one to startle easily her head had snapped towards the noise, surprised and then horrified to find an oddly familiar- man? she though ne was a man, even if he had long hair and was in a dress- and an unfamiliar but significantly more masculine man (though in an equally feminine wardrobe) tied together and on a conveyer belt.

Heading towards buzz saws.

With no one else moving to help.

The situation was just getting better and better by the minute.

Dropping what she was holding Lady hurried over, glad she'd decided to wear pants today and thus make it slightly less likely that she was going to trip. She stumbled once but caught herself, and by the time she made it to the two people she was slightly winded but determined as ever.

"Ah... D-do either of you know how to stop this?" She made a vague gesture to the conveyer belt/saw combination they were attached to. "Or how I can help?"

|D

[illusionates]

His head snapped to the side, catching sight of the other man in the corner of his eye. Rise has spoken with him over the journals before, but he didn't realize that. As far as he currently knew, he was strapped to a stranger. As if this situation hadn't been bad enough.

"If I did, don't you think I would've done it by now?" No, not the most cooperative co-captor, although if Rise actually did have an idea, he most certainly would've shared it. He growled lowly, shoulders tensing against the binds, though his attempts proved just as useless as before. It didn't make sense. He should've been able break through to fairly easily.

Hearing the smaller voice, his attention turned in that direction. He vaguely registered a familiarity about the woman, but the urgency of the current situation distracted him from thinking about it too much. Unfortunately, Rise didn't have the slightest idea how this contraption worked, so the simple solution eluded him. "I don't know, jam something in it. And hurry!"

Thursday morning, somewhere in the Park - Closed to Blood

[iattractmushi]

For the second day in a row, Cloud woke to find himself somewhere new. At least he was lying down this time--on a bed, even. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head as he did...

...wait a second. Something was wrong. His hair... it was way too long. And it felt... tangled, somehow. He twisted his head around, trying to see what the Tree had done to him.

Cloud blinked, taken slightly aback. Not only was his hair long enough to be coiled up in a pile close by him, the entire length of it was braided as well. He put up a hand to his face... yes, the bangs over his left eye had been pulled back into the braid. Damn... but that wasn't really the problem; a sharp knife would take care of the hair issue, and he could just keep his left eye closed for now.

But in glancing back to see what had been done to his hair, Cloud had noticed what he was wearing. He had been dressed in a kimono, a rather nice one actually... but one clearly meant to be worn by a woman

Thursday morning, somewhere in the Park - Closed to Blood

[pinkhairedchild]

Running through the Tree had become one of Yachiru's favorite habits. It helped to keep her in shape and tire her out so Ghost wouldn't complain

Re: Thursday morning, somewhere in the Park - Closed to Blood

[iattractmushi]

Cloud had resigned himself to waiting for someone to arrive, sitting down in a sort of kneeling position that actually felt half-way natural. It took awhile (or at least, it felt like awhile to Cloud) for someone to either notice the tower or care enough to investigate it, but he rose to his feet very quickly when he heard the shout.

He looked down to see a small, pink person pacing back and forth at the bottom of the tower. It was impossible to see who it was at this distance... though he couldn't help thinking of the little pink-haired girl he'd met in Disneyland. He shouted down to the person, "Hello! I'm up here, but I don't think there is a door."

Maybe this person would be able to help him out, like Cara had yesterday.

Thursday morning, somewhere in the Park - Closed to Blood

[pinkhairedchild]

Yachiru had been just about ready to wander off to find a rock or something to throw at the tower when she thought she heard something. Running back over to where the window was, she shaded her eyes as she looked up to see what she could spot. There was someone there all right, maybe they needed help.

She smiled, waving up at the person. "I ran all around the tower, there's nothing! How'd you get up there if there's no door?" She figured she'd start with the logical question. "I'll see if I can find some way to let you out, do you got a ladder or something up there?"

She'd try climbing up the side of the tower, but it looked pretty steep.

Tuesday - Behind Smoke's Bar (locked to Locket)

[all_blue_prince]

After yesterday’s excitement, Prince had been quick to wipe as much of the memory away from his consciousness as possible - or at least the parts that didn’t center on Miss Nova’s brilliant rescue. As far as he was concerned, he’d tripped into a cauldron, gotten tangled up in some spare rope, and his pink-haired princess had pulled him out. End of story. No time to dwell on the complicated details that way. (Dress? What dress

*snicker* Pop, locked and drop it. Pop, Locket, drop it.

[moe_rapier]

With many people finding themselves in strange predicaments - as it hadn't clicked in her mind that Edensphere was solely snatching the men - Locket sent herself on a mission to find and bail out as many people as she could find. She'd found her housemate and friend stuck in a tower with hair too long, but a clasp of hands found the extra tresses falling to earth, the dress disappearing.

She honored the promise of never breathing a word of it to any soul.

Prince had settled to his nap perhaps half an hour when Locket was peering around here and there, quiet as a mouse. She'd bailed people out of towers guarded by dragons and other fierce monsters... she didn't want to alarm any guardians if they lurked. All she found this time, however, was a maiden rested peacefully on a pedestal.

...Another dress-wearing male, she corrected herself quietly as she stepped over, hand on the hilt of her rapier in case trouble was afoot. After carefully keeping an eye out for a minute, she relaxed... and tried tapping the sleeper's shoulder.

"E-

/might be listening to that song now 8|

[all_blue_prince]

Locket would have to try harder than that, sadly, as her words fell on deaf ears. Prince didn't move, or murmur, or show any signs that he'd heard his lovely visitor approach him. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, someone could mistake him for dead.

Apparently, the alter was just that damn comfortable. But at least he didn't snore.

/job is complete.

[moe_rapier]

Oh dear. Nobody slept that heavily... not even Arthur. She used her scanners to check his vitals, and with a little beep sounding from her ear-jacks, found that his core temperature had dropped, heart rate slowed to nearly nothing. This man she had yet to meet appeared to be in some sort of hibernation far too late (or early, some might say) in the year.

Locket stepped back, having a look at this strange altar he slept on: It was made of white stone, carved intricately in many different patterns. It looked too new... too clean to be sitting behind the most highly populated drinking hole of Edensphere. Not a drop of the last day's rain clung to the stone, despite the moistened earth beneath it. Recalling that a lot of these odd predicaments involved some sort of old faerie tale, she ran through her options... which ones involved sleeping