lucetimods: (Akai)
Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2014-11-20 11:55 pm
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Reunion and Time Traveling Finale

Who: Everyone!
What: The time-traveling group returns to find an invasion of newcomers.
When: November 20th and Onward
Where: Luceti enclosure
Summary: Who let all these New Feathers in here!? ...Wait, that guy's familiar...
Rating: May vary, as usual high ratings should be taken elsewhere

The adventure to the past is over; the villagers have all been sent home to their own time. But things are different. The changes of the past have echoed into the future. And the world has responded in the strangest way. Why are so many people here all of a sudden? And why are their memories such a mess?

Who really knows?
generalflirt: Modified by <user name="saltprince"> (PM if you want me to take it down) (Surprise look)

[personal profile] generalflirt 2014-12-02 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Masaomi walks into the bar.

And then he see--s. Someone who he had some big whirlwind with, but then she poofed before it was even done. And: ]


Anya-san?
strangelyliteral: ([blonde] taking care of business)

[personal profile] strangelyliteral 2014-12-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sitting, kind of idly stirring at her glass. Wait, that was her name -- she tilts her head. It was that young --

it hits her in a few waves. Dancing close. Chatting over lunch boxes. A kiss. Had they --

God, what was his name again?]


It's -- you. Hi, there. You.
generalflirt: (Is sly look)

[personal profile] generalflirt 2014-12-04 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hey yourself. I'm going to take that to mean that I'm remembered after all.

[ And he pulls into a little bit of a bow even as he walks closer. Once right up next to her, he keeps the smile on his face, to try and play it cool. Either way, he slides into a spot next to her without really asking. Ooops ]
strangelyliteral: ([red] it could be bunnies)

[personal profile] strangelyliteral 2014-12-08 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's -- kind of jumbled up, not gonna lie. [But she takes a good look at his face, trying to integrate it back into her last memories of here.

Holding hands. She remembered that. It was a teeny flash. Though those thoughts and the images of when she had last seen Xander... she takes a long sip of that scotch.]



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