I hate this place. Why does everyone keep leaving like this? It's not fair! Can't even keep one stupid vampire around this stupid place.

Didn't think I'd be this lonely. I've been alone before, so why is this different? It sucks. Big time.


( Ransom note left on The Once-ler's front door )

||Text to Carol||

So I think we're gonna need a new blender and toaster. Both kindda went crazy a few days ago.


||Text to Sirius||

You doing okay?

[The feed starts off with some cupboards opening and closing. There's static feed in the background.]

Okay, I [squeak, squibble, squeeaaakkk sounds/static noise] don't [SQUEEAAKK] have [static static, high frequency sound] a Valentine.

[The feed ends there with a cupboard being slammed shut. Rogue doesn't realize technology is acting up to realize her entire sentence got cut off.

What was suppose to be transmitted was: Okay, I don't have or want a Valentine's day card, but damnit. I need chocolate.]

So what was the point of that? Really.

Dunno and don't care if it was a dream or not. Rather not go through that again, thanks.

||Text||

Hey, wanted to check up on you. Making sure you're not in a ditch somewhere. Deleted

If you're still drunk or in a hangover, call me.

[So, this device is really difficult to handle when one is freaking out and also holding a glass in one hand, so it's no wonder that it takes him a while to switch to private. The first bit of this is all very audible.]

Your mother is a ********** Lorem ipsem ******* Admintum Venium******* Tragula ****** hippopotamus **** republican *********Daniel Radcliffe ****** with a bucket of ******* in a castle far away where no one can hear you ******* soup ******* with a bucket of ******** Mickey Mouse ******** a stick of dynamite ****** magical ****** Alakazam!

[ooc: Yes, I quoted the Potter Puppet Pals. All rights to them and nothing is too meta for Thoughtformed.]

[Private to James and Lily]

Talk to me, please. Er. And listen. Listening would be great.

[Private to Rudy]

Mate, I need someone really irresponsible, so don't let me down.

[Private to Sheska]

Er. Sheska? Love?

[Private to Rogue]

Life still sucks. Want to feel better about yourself?

[Private to Alisha]

Alisha, hey. I've got some news for you. We should talk.

[...don't say 'We should talk.' to your girlfriend, idiot.]

Who: Rogue and YOU
What: With the news of a certain Cajun having been released this girl is running, or at least hiding.
Where: Hiding out in the library, if you're able to find her that is.
When: Today

Rogue liked keeping a low profile. In fact, she preferred having no profile at all and simply be left alone. Being alone meant peace, quiet and safety. Safety from others who would want to harm her and from her harming someone else. Sure, it meant losing a few friends but she was fine on her own. Heck, if Logan could do it, then why couldn't she?

She managed to keep to herself, staying inside her room and not posting to the network. She wasn't reaching out to others or heard any of them trying to reach out to her. The phone she had was kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand as it's permanent home. There was no point in dealing with people on New Moore. Rogue came to that realization after days of not hearing back from Remy.

He was hard to get a hold of, but now he was gone. They both had a knack for disappearing when they wanted to, but he would've left her something to let her know things were good between them. Right? As days went by and she continued to hear nothing from him, she came to the only one conclusion. He was gone, released and left a hole in her heart. They never clarified what they were, but she did have feelings for the man.

What better way to forget about him and everyone else than to hide out in the library? The seemingly endless rows of books and study tables would make it hard to find her.

[Hello. If you're trying to get into contact with Rogue for the past few days you've probably heard this message before, but you're going to hear it again.]

Hey, it's me. You know what to do.

[Yup, it's her voice mail. Chances are, she won't reply or bother to.

Better yet, she most likely has left her phone somewhere in her room.]

[ooc: Replies are welcome, but she won't be answering to them. Want to talk to her? Go find her.]

So, what does this place do for Thanksgiving and Christmas?

Who: Everyone.
What: The fancy anniversary/homecoming ball.
When: Saturday evening, November 9th.
Where: Four Saison's Ballroom.



[ You made it to the ball. Presumably, you will have an awesome time and/or be completely miserable.

Through the doors is a giant dancefloor, with a small orchestra on stage. They're playing beautiful music and later in the evening they'll be replaced with a DJ who will then pump up some sick beats. You can be like hot damn that's my jam.

This ball is full of fancy decorations, fine dining, dancing of all sorts, alcohol??, tears, everyone trying to look their best, and Dinkerton wearing a golden crown and high-fiving a crowned Coulson. The tables are circling the dance floor if you're going to sit down the entire time or you need to eat that food. ]

USE THIS POST TO ACTIONSPAM/LOG UP ALL YOUR BALL ACTIVITIES

[Here's a wizard. He doesn't look happy. At all.]

Whoever it was that messed with my friend's mind... Never do anything like that again. Not with him and not with anyone else.

I'll make you regret it.


[And since Sirius is Sirius and nothing if not dramatic, the feed ends with what looks like a little purple explosion.

Don't worry, no wizards were damaged in producing this video.]




[Private to Alisha]

Hey, love. We urgently need to have a talk, concerning my lacking manners and your immense attractiveness.


[Private to Rudy]

Are you coming to that dance?


[Private to James and Lily]

Hey, married people. Does your kind still have fun?


[Private to Sheska]

Will I see you at the dance, love?


[Private to Once-ler]

I need your input, mate.


[Private to Rogue]

I haven't heard from you in a while, Rogue. You have to meet me, so you can remember why you don't like people.

How're you doing?

Whatever the hell that was, I don't want to go through it again.

||Private Text to Remy||
You okay?

||Private Text to Sirius||
You better be alive.

||Private Text to Koizumi||
You human again?

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Becoming a supernatural creature isn't all fun and games
When: After sundown Oct 27th through Oct 31st
Where: The apartments, the forest, around the city at night... Anywhere you like!
Warnings: Blood, illness, vampirism, lycanthropy, violence, etc, etc...

Everyone has a lot of plans to do a lot of things this plot, and Jackie C, one of our lovely mods, has given permission to set up a gathering place for all the logs people may want to do!

Here's how this works:

1. Post a comment with your character's name as the subject line.
2. (Optional) Maybe a list of CR/scenarios you were planning on?
3. ????
4. PROFIT! Find the people you were going to log with and hop to it, soldier!

This does not invalidate Network posts! If you prefer posts or action spams, don't let this log collection stop you! Go right ahead and do whatever you're most comfortable with. The most important thing is to have fun.

Come on in... if you dare.

Tip to everyone: If you can't fly, don't go on the Ferris Wheel.

[Locked to Rouge]

So you been to the carnival yet?

[Locked to Bro]

Wanna check out the Tunnel of Love with me?

[Sent out through the Vigilance Network]

So what do we have on the Carnival so far besides it's really creepy?

Who: Rogue, Koizumi, Remy and Sirius.
What: Trying to find Rogue and getting her to talk.
Where: Rogue's place.
When: Today

Rogue had been trying to keep her life going since her incident with Sirius and the time as a Pirate, but it was difficult. She was dealing with Sirius' memories and emotion, and then there was Remy. The 'life' they shared together as pirates felt just as real as her own memories. The connection they had, everything they had made her heart flutter and ache all at once. She tried to keep things going on with her life, but it wasn't that simple.

Every time she tried to go to bed she was placed back into a cell where those hooded figures were, doubling her guilt, fear and paralyzed her. She tried snapping herself out of it, telling herself it was someone else in her head, but it didn't work. She woke up in a cold sweat and unable to go back to bed. Coffee quickly became her best friend, but it didn't help her sleep any better at night.

She started arriving late to class or not even showing up at all. She hadn't spoken to anyone since the events happened or even bothered to look at her phone. There were probably a handful of messages on there, but she didn't want to read or deal with anything. Which is why she's locked herself in her apartment, only going out if she had to.

Just in case any of you were wondering, it's not just that the ships won't sail. A rowboat doesn't go any further. Not even if you row for that scarp of cloth on the horizon just as hard as you can.

Cherie and I are on the way back now, mon capitan. Guess the hull of the launch was caulked better than I thought.

Who: Anyone! Everyone! Get your butt in here!
What: A festival celebrating life
When: Afternoon/Evening of 8/28 - 8/30
Where: Strung along the open grass between the forest and the city down to the seashore
Warnings: Cuteness and light! (Is that even a warning?) Also some scars and high emotions.

People have been talking all over town about the festival that's being set up Wednesday afternoon. Anybody and everybody can set up a booth or a table and sell things, or run games, or even just provide a shady place for someone to sit and people watch. A number of local restaurants are going to be selling food and drinks, and as the sun passes its zenith, aromas of meat and stew are already beginning to waft over the buildings.

Anyone could follow their noses and find it - a long, straggling line of tables, booths, and tents, games of chance, fairway games, competitions - you name it, there was probably someone there who had it set up. Even the clerk's office had a tent set up so that any straggling fair-goers who hadn't yet filled out and signed their divorce papers could do so while they were here.

There's no real theme, or rhyme or reason to this festival, and when asked everyone just shrugs and says why not? It's fun isn't it? And people could use the break. So enjoy yourselves! Why don't you try some of this stew? It's only eight bucks and it comes in a bread bowl!



((OOC: Here's another chance for people to meet each other and generally have a good time. Feel free to make things up about what vendors are around and what contests there are. Nearby are also the forest and the beach, should you wish to do some exploring. Just have fun with it!))