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[kungfuwitch]

( Friends of Peter Petrelli and Phoebe Halliwell )

( Friends of the Bride (except Paige) )

( Paige )

( Mark Hunter )

( Ted Wiggins )

[When there's less than a month til your wedding there's too much to do and too little time. Phoebe's in town with an arm already full of shopping bags. She's looking a little more frazzled than usual as she looks over the flowers displayed in one of the stands.]

((OOC: Beautiful invitations made by Kacey! Open for the town if anyone would like to say hello... and maybe get her to sit down for five seconds))

If he could hear

[fishy_go_byebye]

Your status is not quo.

[Spoken in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Written in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Drawn on walls in crayon and marker and something that looks suspiciously like spit before it dries.

Over and over and over again.]

Vriska: Inquire

[wagers]

[Vriska's been wondering about this for a while, and with all the people on the expedition, perhaps she should be a little productive-- by her own means.

She'll write a little filter in her journal as she makes her way to the arcade.]

( Any and all sorts of psychics and those with telepathic capabilities, barring those who have played either SBURB or SGRUB. )

[And as she awaits for any responses she may get-- really, there has to be more out there aside from Aradia-- she'll locate a game in the arcade that she hadn't played in a while.

Because, let's face it. With nearing an entire sweep here? She's played practically every single game by now!

She'll be hovering over the blue controls, of course.]

Alright, time to solo this fucking dragon level! I got this!

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. Via journal, in person, step up and play that game with her! You know you remember back in the day this game was the shit!)}

All oiled up

[not_like_the_rest]

[It's a lovely day for a tan. At lest, that's what Johanna is thinking. She's in the most visible location she can find, which also happens to be the place with the best sun exposure, completely exposed. There is not a stitch of clothing on the victor. What she does have on is tanning oil, which makes her skin shimmer in the light. She's laying out on a nice chair she traded for in town. She has a towel, but it's under neath her. She talks to the open journal beside her, her tone care free.]

The sun is lovely today. Someone play some music.

(OOC, Open to action, she's answering the journal.)

Travel Log: Lastlook

[waterproofed]

Been traveling for a while. The canals are quiet. Got attacked by giant birds. Unfortunately, did not have Dean Martin CDs to drive them away.

Did not die.

Treasure 018 | Backdated to the 3rd | Dictated & action for expedition members

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Filtered away from the First Gens and anyone who would pass information to them]

[Harry got on the boat safety although a bit hurt. he's also running down on ammo. That's something he has to deal with one way or another once back at the castle. Some blood drips down into his eyes and he furiously wipes it away. his head is throbbing and he still feels a bit dizzy from the "bird attack". He knows that he needs to wrap some bandages around the wound but right. He'll just rest a little and catch his breath first]

I wish I had some painkillers... [Groans in pain.]