paradisa

[ As she was relatively new and still learning the ropes, she began her morning routine as she would any other day. Shiemi didn't even take the time to look off to the side and spot the unfamiliar body sleeping beside her. In fact, Jet went unnoticed for close to five minutes as she sluggishly rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched to shake off her sleepy stupor.

Streetch-- wait, did her hand just touch something warm? It's then that she hesitantly reaches over, after stopping short several times, and finds her hand resting on someones shoulder. She jerks her hand back as if she had been burned and attempts to untangle herself from the sheet they seem to be sharing. Someone was there and, worse yet, it was a foreign someone. A guy! Thankfully her journal is shut, so the other castle residents aren't forced to hear her scream, right?

.. Wrong. After the shout; ]

E-excuse me.. ! Y-you're.. !

[ In her bed. Why are you in her bed? Yes, that's exactly how you greet someone who might be a possible threat -- nicely. With the sunlight peeking in through the curtains, it can be noted that her entire face is as red as it could possibly get. ]

[ooc; Backdated like crazy to the first day of the plot! ]

jetset

( friends + friendly acquaintances )

[ earlier in the afternoon, jet is chilling out on the grass in a park in castelia, because that's what the cool people do, apparently. dro, his arcanine, is being social for once, checking out and occasionally interacting with other pokemon that come into the park. jet, meanwhile, is sharpening his knives and his swords. he stops between swipes to dictate. ]

So... these people who are reappearing, just like what happened in Paris, the whole amnesia deal and everything... Any of them start remembering yet? Or was what a one time thing?

[ ooc; open in person and over the journal! ]

jetset

[ so, jet is walking up to his room with dro, right? and he's casually flipping through the journal, reading through anything interesting that catches his eye--

and then suddenly... he's not there.

the journal drops to the floor. dro instantly goes on alert, because what the fuck, growling deep and low. after a second, he picks up jet's journal in his mouth, and goes looking for him. ]

[ ooc; loss start. you pick the place when you tag, and assume that jet has just appeared out of nowhere wherever your character is. dro will be roaming the hallways looking for him, so if you wanted to run into a giant tigerdog, that is a thing that can also happen. c: ]

jetset

[ so, the journal. jet doesn't write in this thing much, but he does flip through it from time to time, to see what's going on in the world of paradisa. he'd gathered that there'd been a peace patrol meeting not too long ago. he'd meant to go, but then he didn't because stuff. looking through the journal now, it's obvious that something went down, what with people faffing off to the dead zone and other people clamouring for crazy prisoners to be released.

after a while, he shrugs to himself. he might as well. ]

[ filtered away from first gens and those hostile towards residents of the castle. ]

[ dictated. ]

So, that Peace Patrol meeting earlier this week. Anyone wanna fill the rest of us in on what went down? Because something went down.

[ anyone desirous of bumping into the guy himself can find him out on the roof, sitting on the ledge, with dro napping at his feet. ]

[ ooc; open post. feel free to threadjack and whatnot. ]

jetset

[ so, jet is out at the duck pond with dro. not that weird, right?

well, except for what he's doing, at the moment.

there's a life-sized mannequin of a person in a fire nation uniform floating out in the pond. upon closer inspection, one will see that it is the very image and likeness of a certain stupid scarface prince. jet is very determinedly trying to sink it. he has tied rocks to it, and he is also dropping heavy stones onto it, but. it keeps resurfacing. what's more, every time a stone hits it, a certain voice floats out of the chest area, saying things like:

"MY FATHER TAUGHT ME A PERMANENT LESSON! ON MY FACE!"

and

"Thith is therious guyth!"

looks like jet got his present from the castle.

so, you're welcome to hear those splashing sounds as jet dictates angrily: ]

The journals being wiped clean is one thing, but finding this thing in my closet? What the hell is going on?

[ ooc; things that plurk made me do™ ]

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