October 5th; An evening gone well.

[knights_king]

Who: Arthur York & Emilia
What: Horror! Something bad happens as usual. A date goes terribly awry, apparently.
When: October 4th, evening.
Warnings: V for Violence.

( Cut for Doom )

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[yerawizarderi]

[At long last it's this hister tool's face again. It seems as though he might have gone missing entirely, gone like the wind and other such metaphors. What a blessing that would have been! Luckily for all of the numbered he's still around! How gracious of him.]

Well, I can rightly say I never expected to know what it was like to lose sense a' all of what's happenin' here. But it happened. Much to my chagrin.

[He almost looks awkward. He knows what he missed, and in a sense he's glad for it, but he also knows how that might reflect on him, and he's really not in the mood to deal with that. Augh.]

So...

[a beat]

I'm back, I know about the shit in bloody Las Vegas, I hope no one worth anythin' died takin' that thing down or whatewer. [Such sympathy!!!] Beyond that, what's been happenin' to the rest a you while I was away? Kinda got whisked off to the UK for a month or so. Family reasons, you know how it is.

[Yes good, he is so in the clear now.]

So, a bit outta the loop an' such, some briefin' on matters that ain't makin' the headlines would be appreciated, but anyone comin' at me with bullshit will be ignore outright. I'm sorta in a mood, an' not one that can entertain your worthless antagonizin'.

[There's only a select few who would waste his time doing that, and who will come regardless, but perhaps that will deter those who aren't complete assholes.]

[text/audio] no, this isn't backdated.

[grannyfucker]

Alright, three things.

First off, who's got a change of clothes? I think I vomited on myself and it's starting to smell.

Second off, who pulled me out of that enormous freak battle? Finally somebody does something decent for a change! Waking up in the desert is still a load of cock, but I'd rather take a load of cock than find myself buried alive again. No bonus points for saving me, though--I still died, you dicks!

Third,

[and here he switches to audio. His speech is a little different now--those who are familiar with a variety of British accents might recognize it as being Irish, a far cry from his old New Jersey accent.]

What the fuck even is this accent? What am I, Welsh?

[closed]

[vaimo]

Who: Åsa and Siiri
What: Candlelit romantic dinner for two totally not a date at all what made you think that
When: Friday 3rd October
Warnings:  Two idiots.  Shouldn't be anything else.

( two blondes walk into a seafood restaurant )

I knew she was gonna be trouble the second she walked in.

[no_love_potions]

Who: Harry Lyre and Sheila Go
What: Sheila wanted to have a chat. Harry likes chats. Nothing can possibly go wrong here.
When: Backdated to Saturday night.
Where: The classiest spot in town, of course.

( Meeting at the dive bar. )

(no subject)

[ghostly_heiress]

Who: Kid group!
What: Super powered kids doing super powered kid things. Then drama.
When: October 5th, during the day.
Where: Some camping grounds near the edge of Locke.
Warnings: Body horror maybe? Idk, these kids have horrifying powers and someone is probably gonna change her face.

There were many reasons to have another meeting. For one, they'd lost two members which was, frankly, depressing. There was also the fact Danielle had a place for them to meet, a small fishing cabin in the camp site, relatively isolated from other camping spots, plus some supplies to go through. There were costume options, and handy supplies for utility belts.

More than that, though, they needed to know what everyone could do. If they were to be a team, then they needed to know what their options were. What power combos they could do. That sort of thing.

Plus, they were friends, right? Friends hung out.