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[During his nightly escapades Bruce has found a few fliers pinned to telephone poles and the like, asking for help with an upcoming event called "Spooky Night." The details have been sparse, but the gist seems to be "show up at the cathedral, put up decorations, get paid X amount at the end of the day."]

[Bruce doesn't have any money in Freesia, which has been nagging at him for a while, even though food and shelter have been readily available. But while the job doesn't pay that much, he figures it won't hurt to have some spare cash stashed away, and he has the time and energy for a day's labor.]

[Besides, running after shadow rats can only keep the stir craziness down for so long.]

[So, morning of September 9th, Bruce shows up bright and early and dosed with coffee. The lady overseeing the Spooky Night setup doesn't seem pleased to see him- especially after he makes a comment about Halloween, something that earns him an irritated/confused look- but she doesn't turn him away either.]

[Bruce is immediately set to work unfolding tables, moving boxes, moving benches, and stringing up lanterns in various corners in and out of the cathedral.]

[The actual work isn't difficult, although after the third time he's asked to take down that lantern you just put up and put it in another corner or actually, they'll need the masks by the door and wait, we might not have enough space for the benches in here... There's a distinct edge of exasperation to Bruce's expression as the morning goes on.]

goddamngrenades

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!

[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

diediediediediedie

[Staying in hiding seemed fairly prudent with that awful Rose Quartz about, but there were necessities, things to be done. She had eyed the warehouses as a fair location for a hideout, but there was still too much foot traffic there...which is to say, any at all.

But a base needs protection, and protections comes from technology. For now, motion sensors would do. She could certainly booby trap any place she found later, but hiding and running would do. It would need to be portable. And quiet. And she would need to do it with inferior human (is that what this was?) tech.

That was a snag. Another one is that the shops seemed to not want to let her have what she needed. Apparently, she needed green pieces of paper and very specific small metal discs to exchange for the components she required. This made absolutely no sense to her because the paper and the disks had no apparent use whatsoever. The first few attempts had gone poorly, with lots of screaming and accusations of an activity called "shoplifting" which was apparently criminal. Attracting that kind of attention with so many enemies around seemed...unwise. Very unwise.

However, she had determined that there was another way to obtain the objects she needed. During the night, the owners left their shops, leaving them protected by only a relatively thin layer of glass, one that couldn't stand up to even a fraction of the punishment that Gem barriers could. One that was down, it was simply a matter of taking what she needed (or thought she needed, it was so hard to tell with such primitive technology.)

She has been doing this multiple nights. Human tech apparently needed a lot of little bits, and she was learning as she went. Replacements...different sizes...different models...she simply had to adjust as she goes.

So that's where she can be found often enough: about to break a window into a store, rooting through that store, or about to fly away from same. They've started to increase security, but nobody escapes like Peridot...]

batdweeb

{Backdated: Can take place anywhere from July 1 to July 25, since he's going out on multiple nights.}

[ As dangerous as the Nox Carnival had been, it had at least given the Batman something simple to fight against. However, the satisfaction of helping clear the carnival of darkness had only gone a small way to alleviating the frustration of having been trapped in Freesia for months. ]

[ To that end, he'd stopped concentrating on his lost equipment and studying the city. Instead, the Batman would go out every other night and patrol Freesia, hunting down any Nox and Rifts lurking in the shadows. ]

[ They'd gone back to being roughly the size of rats and cats ever since the Nox Carnival, and both Nox and the Rifts they came out of could be dealt with in a literal flash. And since they were relatively easy to deal with so far, the Batman had felt justified in avoiding any citizens or other abductees that came out at night. Working alone was... simpler, right now. ]

[ Of course, complicating his attempts to fly under the radar was his magic. ]

[ As effective as it was against the Nox, bright flashes of light were very noticeable after dark, even from a distance. He had experimented with the visibility, changing the colors, trying to make it less glaring, but when a rat-shaped Nox was launching itself at his face, it was hard to be concerned with the obviousness of his attacks. ]

[ Eventually, anybody wandering around at night is going to notice those flashes of light in the distance. ]

mechanacet

<small>[Anyone close to the old observatory this evening can easily tell that something is happening over there, as there is plenty of bashing, crashing and general workshop noise coming from the makeshift workshop right outside it's entrance. The cause of the commotion, Daniel is working on a robot.

And not just any robot. Anyone who had met the man and his assistant/compatriot Cam can easily recognize the structure being built upon as the skeleton of a much scaled up version of the inventor's small friend. However, things do not seem to be going well with the construction right now, Daniel doesn't seem to have enough hands to do all the things he's trying to do at once, and Cam is nowhere near big enough to help in more than a fine detail capacity, which isn't what is needed right now.

As people watch, Daniel loses his grip on a rather large piece of metal shaped somewhat like a forearm. The piece of metal falls almost gracefully, right on top of Daniel's left foot. With a cry of pain, the young inventor sinks down onto one knee, clutching his injured foot. Cam detaches themself from the innards of the robotic centaur, a section in the chest which looks like something could fit in there once the thing is complete, and scampers on over to an already open medical kit. This appears to have not been the first injury Daniel has dealt to himself today.

Someone could probably do a better job of patching Daniel up than Cam, purely because the poor robot just isn't very big and doesn't have the right size hands to help Daniel take off his boot and help set the young inventor's broken foot. That piece of metal was apparently rather heavy indeed, or just fell in exactly the wrong way. Now might be the time to step in, before the idiot manages to hurt himself further.]</small>

letteropener

[Ever just had one of those days where nothing makes sense any more?]

[Princess Celestia is having one of those days. Lost and patently confused, the pony princess wanders the streets of Freesia as completely befuddled as can be. Everything needs a second look, be it the buildings, the streets, the sidewalks, or the sun.]

[The sun. Not the sun she knows. Not one she is familiar with. And not even one she can reach with magic -- because every time she tries, her horn glows with light, but nothing comes of it at all.]

[And if you're wondering if the pony is just some random animal, well -- she has a little earbud clipped to one ear, the sort you'd expect to see on a normal person with a communicator. So there's that.]

...Where am I?

exuviiated

[Aaron actually fits in to this place, if only in clothes. It is, without a doubt, the weirdest museum he has ever visited.

He wants to go home, but that won't be happening any time soon, so he'll settle for watching a small black spider (sorry, a Nox spider) scurry on the ceiling and window.]

whitescientist

[ As all young hipsters should at least once in their lives, Eridan is hanging out in the mall. He stands out like a sore thumb among the plain city residents, and the ~~Star~~FloraBucks cup he's holding just sort of completes the trashy teenager look.

He seems to be window-shopping, though judging by his looks of confusion, he's probably not in complete understanding of the city's culture - though he doesn't look to be in a particularly bad mood. It's probably a safe moment to approach him if you're in the area. ]

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