EVENT: The Great BREW Malfunction Pt 1 [OPEN]

[soul_mods]

Characters: Everyone and anyone
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: Starting July 14 after 11am to July 15
Description: ...something strange is going on here.

At some point, something strange begins to happen. People start randomly disappearing. Sometimes they reappear immediately after and they may not even notice, but sometimes there's a noticeable lag between their disappearance and their reappearance.

Sometimes, they don't even reappear in the same place!

At least it doesn't seem to be dangerous. Unless you disappeared from your kitchen and reappeared at the other end of the city. In which case, you might want to start running.

Either everything sort of points at this being BREW related (after all, if it were Witches, there would be a lot more danger).

((OOC: Create your own threads! Remember to put [ Character | Location | Date/Time | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject! This log will cover July 14th to July 15th!]

Open Threads
Lily
Josuke
Psii
Mello
Karkat
Hiro
Valentine
Akiha
Chika
Sugata
Hamel
Hyoubu
Fujino
Trucy
L
Auron
Alucard
Near
Minako
Light
Sephiroth and Cloud
Karina
Duo
Bakura
Johan
Clopin
Sheena
Amaterasu
Asuka
Shinji

Comments

[ritsu_kouyou]

[Oh, yes, it's -hilarious-.

...the level of hatred for her situation was immeasurable. The flowers were just insult to injury at this point.

Don't mind, Akiha. She's going to stew in her anger for a while in this ring of flowers.]

[vintage_magic]

Are you sure? It was only a second and I thought I just imagined it. But then I was suddenly wearing a dress from back home.

[Somehow, it finally works this time! But since Lily's not very good at transforming, some of her hair ends up in Akiha's hand rather than her hand.]

[ritsu_kouyou]

Yes. I'm sure I would notice if I was back in my mansion.

[Except she'd been writing at the time, so of course she didn't notice. Akiha does drop Lily's hair once she's back on her feet.]

<3

[itaidakimasu]

Right. Right. ...w-what exactly...was I grabbing?

{She has an idea, but once the first question slips out, the rest cascade along.}

And why can't I see you? Did you run into a witch? How long have you been like this?

[peacocked]

[oh gosh, this is embarrassing. sugata wanders over and grabs the others hand.]

I'm sorry about that. I would have offered you my hand, but you can't see, so. [yup. he's just... gonna stop talking.]

[vintage_magic]

As if Lily weren't already confused enough by how she was suddenly wearing that vintage silk chiffon dress again! Right before her eyes, Lezard appeared out of thin air, his back turned to her.

"Great balls of fire!"

What the heck was going on?! She took a couple of steps back in alarm but those dang heels tripped her up. With a cry, she fell backwards and hit the floor in a flash of green light, disappearing and leaving an open book that resembled the Book of Shadows on her kitchen shelf in her place.

On one page, there was a list of ingredients and instructions for making hexes known as Goofer Balls. There was also a gruesome illustration describing the spell's potential and incantations that would make it even more effective.

And on the opposite page, a drawing of a dazed Lily groaned and rubbed her head, not yet realizing what had just happened or that the heels, dress, and any other scrap of clothing she had on had disappeared.

[vintage_magic]

[Lily is relieved that Akiha just drops her hair once she's back to normal. Hair is a potent ingredient in the witchcraft she practices back home and letting an enemy get their hands on it spells trouble.]

[And she just shrugs at Akiha's denial that she had been back home.]

Okay. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my shop now.

[peacocked]

[he makes a conscious effort to not nod.] It must be. This is rather annoying.

<333~

[peacocked]

My... butt.

And I don't think so? I've been like this for only a few hours.

[ritsu_kouyou]

[And despite being a bitch, Akiha's not feeling like pulling on Lily's hair out of spite. If she knew how much it would've bothered her, maybe she would have, since knowledge is power as Sion would say, but Akiha and magic aren't particularly good friends.]

If you find a way to become a Meister again, you will let me know. This is ridiculous.

[itaidakimasu]

...if I tell Takuto, do you think he'll get huffy and pout, or just...laugh?

Have you contacted anybody at Shibusen?

[peacocked]

Given the circumstances he might just laugh. It's not like you purposefully did it. But no, I haven't. Not yet at least.

[itaidakimasu]

I see...what about transforming? Maybe shifting forms will break whatever...this...is?

[peacocked]

[!!! oh now that's an idea. he didn't think of that one. hold up, give him a moment. after a few minutes of desperately trying to transform, he releases a sigh.]

There's.... Something's not right. I can't transform.

[want_the_world]

Not really, [Mello says, telling the truth mostly because he can't be arsed to make a lie sound convincing.]

Have you seen Near?

[vintage_magic]

Sure.

[Lily agrees it's ridiculous but if she does find such a method, she'll just let Kanji know and let him pass on the message... She's not eager to deal with Akiha's temper again.]

[And she'll just hurry away now.]

[the_great_hero]

Hamel had discovered the red light district and taken to it with what one might describe as 'gusto' about a week in to his stay in Nevada. He hadn't had the MONEY to actually buy anything there, mind you, but he'd found it and salivated for a while.

But he had cash now. Even if a good portion was spent on making ridiculous costumes, currently he was boozed up and feeling pretty good. Which made up entirely for not being back home in his own world again. And hey check it out, a comedy show. "Cheers!" He announced, raising his wooden mug as she tripped and nearly took him out. And she had taste in clothes too, she had a cape. Only great people wore capes.

His hand jerked out much faster than it ought to when he was drunk and snatched for her wrist to yank her back upright. Though he'd considered letting her face plant. Because come on. Comedy gold. He blamed the booze. His body was moving faster than his demented mind.

[niptuck]

[She sighs, flicking a white bang out of her face with her other hand]

I've had enough with time and space shenanigans for a lifetime.

[Yako and Sasha | Their apartment | July 15, noon | Closed]

[ferroustigmata]

I know it's not our usual kind of fare, but it sounds interesting enough to merit a trip to the thea-

[In what is quicker than a blink of an eye, Yako's conversation and lunch partner vanishes as if he hadn't even been there in the first place. In the time it would take an average person (that wasn't Yako) to finish the thought Where could he have gone to?, the kitchen is silent before the deafening noise of clattering iron chain against the kitchen's tile floor fills the room. A moment passes, and a sudden THUNK comes from under the table, causing the many dishes upon it to bounce and rattle. Fragments of vulgar Russian are muttered as a Sasha rises from under the table, gloved hand buried in the hair on top of his head.

Something has changed, and it's not just a long sleeved jacket that Yako strictly forbade him from wearing--there are bandages around his neck just peeking out from under his wide collar. He looks over the table, then at Yako, with an expression of mild confusion before the recognition settles in.]

...Yako?

[itaidakimasu]

{Yako has a faint inkling of what might have happened even before she bends down. It had seemed silly when it happened to her, just a quick blip, little more than wishful thinking—but the changes in Sasha are far more concrete. People don't just magically acquire jackets, or wounds in any state of healing.

She's up and moving around the table almost instantly, however, her eyes alight with worry.}

What just...are you okay? It sounded like you hit the table pretty hard...

[ferroustigmata]

I'm fine...

[He grumbles it out, obviously sore but at least he's standing solidly on the ground. Even in the air-conditioned state of their apartment, he finds it much too hot to keep that jacket on, so he pulls it off and hangs it over the back of the chair that he'd been sitting in just a....minute? half a week? ago. Taking it off only reveals the bandages wrapped around him...in the same exact place as they were when he first arrived here.

His fingers run themselves across the bandages on his shoulder and upper arm and he quickly follows it up with a quiet hiss of pain.]

...but I might be developing a headache unrelated to hitting it against the table.

feel free to be distracted and/or soothed.

[itaidakimasu]

Maybe...maybe it's me? I've never tried to resonate with a Weapon before. Um...here, let me try—

{And she does. And she feels something in her shift and fall into place, and she can feel her soul gently smooth along the wavelength of his, and an extra something flares to life on her end.

But...

She stays in her own skin.}

...what?

[itaidakimasu]

...Did you get into a fight at the bar and decide not to tell me?

{The attempt at humor is weak at best. Her hands hover a few inches above the bandages, flinching back from actually touching. It looks...bad.}

I haven't seen you this banged up since...

[ferroustigmata]

[The attempt is, at least, appreciated. The furrow of his brow relaxes, just a little.]

...that's because they're the same wounds.

[He offers her his shoulder, because he trusts her with his injuries.]

I went back for half a week.

[itaidakimasu]

Half a...oh.

{It's unsettling, and she falls silent as she gingerly inspects the joint.

It's unsettling, but it isn't as though it disturbs her, really. She wonders if this is how Neuro will feel, once he returns to her.}

Well. Well. I—...are you hungry? We were...we were eating, so...