#pi:open

[fulminxus]

Calling on Zeus

In an open field on Arcadia, stood a woman with short silver hair with her feet planted firmly on the ground and her head held upwards toward the sky. She had trouble keeping her eyes open because of the heavy rain hitting her face, so she tried to keep them shut, but her eyes kept flickering open. Although the sound of thunder sent a chill down her spine, she stood tall. 

Minutes passed and Celis shivered in her soaking clothes. She didn’t bother to wear a raincoat or to bring an umbrella. This was between her and the sky. Her goal: to be struck by lightning.

To any rational person, this idea would seem mad, but Celis wasn’t thinking rationally. She had survived a lightning strike once and she planned to do it again. 

The thunder sounded close, but the former witch couldn’t see any lightning. She could barely see anything through the heavy rain. All she wanted was her powers back. Was that too much to ask. It was the lightning that stole them from her and she was just kindly asking for them back.

“Hit me, damn it!”

[dragon-twin]

new in town

Draco, who was currently his original color, red (which Ren liked because it matched his hair), kept making sad dragon noises as he and Ren got off the boat and started their adventure in Arcadia. Ren couldn’t blame him, he was homesick too. Maybe it would have been better to have left Draco at home, but Mother insisted on Ren taking the dragon with him. It was a shame Draco couldn’t voice his opinion.

Adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder, he lifted an arm to block out the sun and got a good look at the island. A man behind Ren cleared his throat, so Ren apologized quietly and kept walking. 

It was a beautiful island. Not as beautiful as home, but beautiful nonetheless. As he passed building by building, he admired the nature making its home on the island, untouched by man. He felt relieved that it wasn’t one of those bustling cities that he had seen pictures of. It felt like home. Only, it was much more populated. 

Eventually, Ren found the apartment complex. The hotel he stopped by wouldn’t let Draco in, but they told him that the local apartments had barns. Apparently, the cheapest apartments were the Shade Apartments, so that’s where Ren went. 

This was all knew to him, so he wasn’t sure how to go about renting a room. Seeing someone passing by, he stopped them.

“Excuse me, are these the Shade Apartments?”

[mistresstrupin]

Monster Volleyball || [Open]

One of the best things about summer was the summertime activities you could do. Smashing watermelons, for example, could be a lot of fun. But today, Mist opted for a more physical activity. And why not- The beaches were open, so after getting all hot from running around, you could just jump right into the cold water to cool down.

“All right, so it’s Mist and Torte, versus Turnips and Emery-Rose,” Mist announced, standing on one side of the next. She glanced at the adolescent dragon and golden wolf on one side of the net, yipping and growling with excitement, then at the duck monster, ruffling his feathers over on her side of the sandy court. “Humm... For some reason I get the feeling that this is unbalanced,” she said. “But I’m not quite certain where...”

[mynameismaxdesaintecoquille]

The Pitch

He was going to have to sell something today or his job might be at risk. So Max murmured carefully rehearsed lines to himself as he looks to the jewelry before him. He knew about buying it certainly! But selling it well... that had proven to be rather different. But this time he was going to get it right. He was filled with determination. Failure was not an option. Not for Max De Sainte-Coquille. And it is as he thinks this that he hears the shop bell ring as the door opens. Okay, Max. Just like you practiced. Pretend you are at a meeting trying to convince someone that this is a worthy investment. You’ve done this how many times before? Just do what you always do.

[doctortrent]

Lost in Thought || open

Trent didn’t think of himself as a broody person, but every so often... well, every so often he couldn’t help himself. It was easy to get lost on thought when you had something to think on, all the moreso if you were disappointed or displeased by something.

And he was, a little bit. With himself.

Not that he’d ever complain or admit it openly, but well. Suffice to say there was a reason the good doctor found himself sitting on the peer, staring out into the ocean pensively. It might take the jaws of life to get it out of him, but at least he had the peace and distraction of the ocean in the meantime.

[honeyblueharmony]

Butterfly || Open

If someone were to describe Alisa at face value, one might say she was the type to have a fondness for butterflies and rainbows. It wasn’t a lie, but though she held an aesthetic appreciation for the feminine things in life, her existence decidedly wasn’t butterflies and rainbows material. A gentle soul, an empathetic individual, her sadness could creep up on her at any moment.

Today, it was a butterfly with a broken wing. It’s a beautiful colour, the vibrant orange hue of a monarch’s wings, captured her eye as it crawled across her park bench. Alisa’s compassion lead her to feeling sad over this little creature, which should’ve already flown south for the winter. She wonders if such fragile creatures could feel pain-- its wing hangs on by a thread.

Alisa’s hands are small and gentle as she scoops the creature into her palms, and as though it knows what her intentions are, the butterfly stalls within her warm hands. It’s a difficult spell to learn, something considered just as difficult as stitching the wing together with a needle and thread herself, but Alisa has an unwavering faith for the Goddess and this spirituality afforded her liberties when it came to the healing of her creatures.

Summoning the light within her heart and allowing it to float to the surface, she watched carefully as the wing mended itself back together with an intricate beauty. Thousands of microscopic feathers all weaving into place, and it seals back onto itself like tape and paper.

The butterfly’s wings flicker experimentally, and it flutters slowly back into the sky, the colours of fall in her vision and a sweet taste on her mouth. Perhaps she should consider taking up a part-time job at the hospital...

[embroideredsmile]

Request: Garment Models

Date of Request: April 18th

Location: Sonata Tailoring, Arcadia

Number of People: As many as are willing

Reward: A custom-made outfit, plus snacks provided

Details: I have recently taken over Sonata Tailoring, and I need to create clothing pieces to stock the shelves and racks. I could use some inspiration for this. If anyone is willing to model for me, it would be greatly appreciated. I promise I will poke you with needles as little as possible. You will get the original outfit to wear for yourself, specially made for you--but I will be making more of each piece.

[solivagantstrays]

hideaway home | open

Her sneakers thumped dully against the wooden dock as she stepped off the boat, daylight shining on her bare, sun-speckled shoulders. She adjusted her pack on her shoulder and took the place in. Immediate first impressions wrote the island off as a small, rural community, just like plenty of others she’d seen.

Oh well. By the information she’d scavenged in her rush to relocate, it sounded like a decent enough place, new and unexplored. So long as it kept her well away from the mainland, it was good enough.

Settling in was first on the agenda. Nami lifted her head to glance over the docks, sliding her hands into her pockets. She settled for the first passerby who didn’t look too busy, quietly approaching them.

“Hey,” she spoke up. “You know the way to, uh... Gigant Inn and Springs?”