Alright, guys, you know the drill. In case you don't...

In this post you can tell me what I'm doing wrong. Do you like Pit? Do you think something's fishy about this angel? Or do you just wanna drop by, say "Hi"?

Anonymous is on, but I do not know how to track IP's. Flames and wank are a no-no, though.

And I do not know how to work some things, ( Read more... )

[So Pit has been wandering about Elegante for a few days now, not bumping into other passengers by some miracle. But now, well...

He's just found the Coffee Shop. Of course it's piqued his curiosity, so he went inside.

Passengers may find him looking about in curiosity and something like...hunger?]

Why are there more people than usual onboard?

[No, he doesn't know either. But hey, maybe someone else does.]

((OOC: Fourth-wall him. Please.))small>

[A certain angel stomps out of his room, looking ready to kill someone.

Which is a surprise, because right now he looks like this.]

It's not funny-icus! I outgrew-icus saying "-icus"-icus years ago!

[Wow, he's mad.]

[Someone's taken advantage of the bazaar to try on new clothes. So, Elegante, this is Pit. Grinning and waving at the camera.

And wearing what appears to be a blue tux. His wings have burst through it, too.]

It's a nice...garment, but where are the togas?

[He looks himself over a few times before the time on his video feed runs out.]

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[Pit is currently down in Deck 12, happily looking through the piles and piles of luggage. For what, you may ask? Nothing. Nothing, really, just...stuff.

However, the many, many bags and suitcases have piqued his curiosity. So here's a question for all you passengers.]Has anyone ever had a thing they cherished? Was it ever lost, or do you still ( Read more... )

[Elegante, meet one very unhappy angel. He's found himself cuffed to his bed, and his usually cheerful demeanor has done a bit of a 180 degree turn now that he's been given the time to think. Also, he obviously does not like the very idea of being bound to...something. Least of all his own bed.]

Can someone talk to me? About anything, really.

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( aka The Character Survey that shall spell my doom )

[Pit is quickly starting to miss his wings. It's only been what, a few minutes, hours since he ate the cookie that somehow made them disappear.

He's still at Sergei's, in contemplation. And also with a full bottle of wine nearby. He hasn't taken a sip of it yet, he's saving it for later.

Meanwhile, he speaks into his communicator.]...Has anyone ( Read more... )

[Pit is currently on Deck 09, in the library. What is he doing there? He's looking for mythology books. He's been a little curious lately about the myths of the worlds on the ship, so he's currently trying to find books dealing with mythology ( Read more... )