You put those piranhas in my bathtub again

[lucetimods]

Who: EVERYONE~
What: Post-Event Chaos
When: RAT NAO orrrrr anytime this week or something.
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: So everyone woke up this morning probably feeling less love than they'd been feeling lately. Or maybe love for different people. Either way, things are probably awkward for couples and ex-couples alike |D this is to prune down the journal-spam of everyone going "OH GOD WHAT DID I DO" and dashing off to kiss and make up. ...Naturally you can still do that, but this'll help. Hopefully.
Rating: If your character's partner was into NC-17 then this'll probably go R. WOO. seriously though ratings may vary



"Good morning, all you hard-working Malnosso out there!" [The PA system is loud as it echoes throughout the dormitory areas of the Luceti Project's main base outside the barrier. NOT IN THE VILLAGE ITSELF, BY THE BY.] "I know it's the last day of V-Day Vacation Week, but you wouldn't want to miss the best part of the show, would you? Please tune in to LuceTV, because those silly little villagers are all starting to wake up! Again, thank you all for working so hard this year. Now enjoy the show, and have a very nice day~!"

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[TODAY]

[markofthewise]

[After waking up to find his training with Okita Souji was canceled, Sokka is left to realize that A) He's no longer in love with Fenimore, B) He really, really loves Suki and C) DAMMIT MALNOSSO. After all, he now remembers absolutely crushing Toph this same time last year. He couldn't feel like more of a jerk right now. But he's not going to feel sorry for himself. So he collects his belongings from his temporary apartment in Building 4 to head home.

The first thing he'll do is look for Suki and try to fix things. He's moving back in now, one way or another. Later, awkward as it is, he'll go to look for Fenimore across the river. They probably need to talk to.]

[kyoshi]

[Suki awoke this morning to the realization that she, like everyone else in the village, had been made to look like an idiot. Seriously, what in the world had just happened? Sokka had dumped her, and her first move had been to run to the arms of some guy she didn't even know? And this morning, she feels... well. Quite different. Not so over the fact that Sokka had dumped her than before, but at least wondering - just as she had after her talk with Katara - if he was duped just as much as she was.

It's all a huge mess, though. Breakfast first, and then she'll go looking for Sokka to find out the truth- so she'll probably be in the kitchen when he comes home.]

[blessingone]

[Whenever he has come to some conclusion with Suki and is ready to go looking for Fenimore, he'll discover that she's not making herself exactly easy to find. Still struggling over what she can say when -- if -- she apologizes to Suki (or, perhaps, to talk to Sokka, though she's rather disinclined to it due to the awkward), she's gone to take some fresh air. However, not ready to face anyone after last week, she's only gone so far as her backyard, sitting back in the snow, even if it is rather cold, and staring at nothing. Her hair or the blue colours of her clothes might be visible if he looks in that direction as he crosses the river; if not, she has told Stella where she is if he goes to knock on the front door.]

[TODAY]

[markofthebrave]

[So, yes. After sort-of breaking up with Chouji (because how can you break up if you weren't really together in the first place? And if you weren't really together in the first place, then why did it hurt so much?) and then going to go find Nami because of Luffy, Katara will eventually come home. It will probably be close to four o'clock - just in time for her to see what's around to make things for dinner.

She'll be looking out for Sokka and Suki, though, and hoping that things will have straightened out between them.]

[herotypical]

[ as is her usual inclination after embarrassingly uncomfy things go down, buffy is meandering the village. playing the avoidance game. it looks as though her arms might be more tightly crossed and battened down than usual; her face isn't a face that inspires friendly interruption. she isn't so wigged about the love spell itself. oh, no. albert is a consummate professional and diana, well...it was all easier to deal with than the mess of loving kadaj, last year.

nope. there are other troubles on her mind and she clings to them like any good little self-flagellate. it takes practice to be this down on yourself. ]

(ooc; buffy will be patrolling moodily all week so go for the bump-into wherever/whenever.)

[crisisrain]

[Raven is heading towards the bar (might as well make some kind of order to this day!), seeing as they live on the same 'street' it's not surprising that he'd cross her path on occasion. She looks kind of down though...]

Buffy? You alright there?

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert can be found in the plaza, inspecting the area around the fountain with his usual poker face. Contemplating. Probably more than a little annoyed at himself and the situation.

Looks like moodiness is the name of the week after that last experiment.]

[magnifien.livejournal.com]

[ and here comes caroline from out of the bushes, practically stomping like a frustrated child who failed at putting together the shrine of the silver monkey, ranting all the way. ]

--so much easier when they didn't talk to me. God, I wish Stefan was here. I totally suck at this.

[all7seas]

[When Jack Sparrow woke up on Monday morning, his head felt as though a thousand hornets were inside holding a hornet jamboree. It was an inescapable Monday. A Monday of reckoning. A Monday of the bleakest most hungover sadness, though at first he couldn't put his finger on why.

Then he looked down and saw "Jilly" tatooed on his forearm and it all came crashing back in, an impossible high tide of What Have I Done.

In bad need of rum, he makes his way to Good Spirits. God only knows what time it is--that's not important. What IS important is rum. Lots. Lots of rum.]

[herotypical]

[ it's a very different monday morning from the last one, isn't it? buffy stiffens when she sees the pirate enter the bar. she isn't here on work -- no, siree. just warming up for the better chunk of an hour before hitting the paths again; as such, she is tucked away at a table and nursing a very innocent cafe mocha. ]

A pirate and a navy boy walk into a bar...

[simplestgift]

Well, well, well! If it isn't the groom-to-be!

[Archie was out and about, and saw Jack walk into the bar (and not duck). He had to follow him in.]

chronologically last

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy hadn't visited Good Spirits yet nor did he have any plans on heading to the bar today. embarrassment, guilt and anger were twisting uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach and as the doctor was already having some trouble differencing Raine Sage and Emony Dax in his memories, he knew the influence of alcohol would only hinder these efforts to straighten them out in the seclusion of his own house and away from prying eyes.

but it hurt, goddamn it. McCoy was an emotional man -- a "fault" Spock would have called this, most likely -- and at some point in the early evening, he leaves house #7. there were too many reminders and he had always been good at running from these problems, but running into the pirate? this wasn't what he had planned as he headed from the house towards the forest. ]

[goldenglasses]

[This? This is Vash in Good Spirits. All day. He's trying SO very hard to pretend that last week NEVER happened. Of course, it's hard to forget when you spend all day drinking and talking to yourself out loud about it.]

Oh man, how could I have ever thought... for even a second - UGH! JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME SICK! It's just not fair! What did I ever do to deserve... that!?

How could I have ever been jealous of him!? And over what?! Those creepy, soulless, yellow eyes and that evil, evil voice?! What's wrong with me?! I DON'T LIKE MEN!

Why could I have fallen in love with someone else? Someone with big, round-and that tree! That stupid tree! Even plants are out to get me now! It's just not fair... it's just isn't FAIR!

[crisisrain]

[Will be sitting over at this little table, laughing at poor Vash's plight. So much for all your previous claims Vash!]

[manmade-angel.livejournal.com]

[Nill had fallen asleep thinking about another date with Ikki, what sort of food she could make for him tomorrow, if he liked her hair better up or down... and when she wakes up all of that is gone. Well, more accurately, she doesn't find her thoughts as pre-occupied with Ikki as they once were. She doesn't get little flutterings in her heart when she thinks about spending time with him. It sounds fun, yes, but the feeling isn't the same. She doesn't know what the feeling is.]

[She decides that maybe she's just feeling off today. All sorts of things could be happening: she could have not slept well, perhaps she's a little stressed, maybe she's coming down with something...]

[Perhaps if she goes to see him, things will work themselves out. She packs up two small loaves of pumpkin bread that she baked the other night, and heads out to Ikki's place. Nill's walking a little slowly, though, as though she's scared of what's going to happen when she sees him. Finally, she stops in the middle of the road, holding the bread to her chest and starts tearing up. How had this happened? Why was the feeling suddenly gone?]

[uccellodifuoco]

[he should have know it. He should have suspected it. It was all too fast, he wasn't that kind of man. Feelings didn't come easily to him. He had trouble with them even with his own brother, Shun. He had had trouble with them even with Esmeralda herself. And he didn't open to others that easily.

He should have realized it. He should have known and acted on it before anyone was hurt. Before she was hurt, because even with the feelings gone he still doesn't enjoy the idea of that girl being hurt. The feelings were gone but some things remained, like how sweet and innocent she was. Maybe that was just part of the experiment, but maybe it was just how she was. If it was the latter then he really didn't want to hurt her.

It was too late now, though. All he could do was take responsibility somehow and try to minimize the damage. He knows her Cosmos by now, he doesn't need the journal to locate her so soon he'll be there, approaching slowly and with a big teddy-bear under his arm. He had got it the day before to give it to her, even if the feelings weren't there, he had no use for it and saw no reason to not give it to her as he had intended.

he tries to approach her carefully, but Hyoga, unaware of the experiment, ruins it by running to her barking happily.]

[Fairly early in the morning of today]

[semper_cogitans]

[The first thing Robert was aware of when he woke up was the crushing, overwhelming feeling of panic. Panic over the fact he'd let himself get close. Too close. Far, far too close - and to two people, two people he had barely managed to cultivate a friendship with. And now he was painfully, poignantly aware of the fact that the feelings were still there for both of them. Not as intense as they'd been, no - not as entirely mind-consuming, not as anxiety-reducing... it wasn't the same giddiness and euphoria, to be sure. It was then that the concept of the past week or so being an experiment was fully solidified in his mind. It had been there, he'd been considering it the entire time with his cold, detached, logical side - but that love, that feeling of being wanted again... That had kept him from fully accepting it.

But he still had the feelings and with these sorts of feelings came problems. Way, way too many problems. Being intimate just invited rejection. And he didn't want to feel that pain anymore - better to be constantly alone than to be rejected.

And then the second thing he realized was that there was a presence on the bed besides him. Even in the dim light, he could make out the leathery green skin, the yellow plastron, the broad patterned shell. Dear gods, he was sleeping with Donatello. Now, Robert's memory was damn sharp at the best (and worst) of times. He would've remembered doing anything... untoward. But the fact Donatello was even in his bed at all? And the fact he was pressed against the turtle in an extremely unprofessional manner?

Well, that was bad. Really bad.

Robert pulled away from Donatello as carefully as possible. Even now, he still wanted to lay there with him and feel loved, but now panic had settled over him like a shroud and there was no way he could bring himself to right now. Panic and shame. What would Donatello think of him now?

And, oh god. Helios.

... Where was Helios? Robert hadn't seen him for awhile. Could it be... could it be he'd ruined what they had? If they, indeed, had ever had anything.

Oh god, Helios.

So Robert sits now, on the edge of the bed, shoulders drawn together and face lined with panic, considering what to do. He does not look happy, by any stretch of the word. He would have just ran but he doesn't want to do that to Donatello. Even after this... he hopes they can still be friends, because he wants his friendship now. Even though it's dangerous.

And how is he going to explain this to Helios - when he finds him?]

[i_speak_softly]

Mmm...

[Don presses his face into the pillow. It takes him about thirty seconds to give up on his 'five more minutes', and he rolls his head to the side and blinks at Robert's back.]

Rob...?

[Definitely more of a "Where are you going, it can't be morning yet" than a "Oh god, why are we in bed together".]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu has locked himself up in his room

and he won't be coming out of his room

ever

again.]

[ledbythewind]

[Isamu isn't the only one who never wants to leave his room again in that house. Richard would quite happily go lock himself in an apartment forever, but he knows that doing so wouldn't be productive, and that the best thing he can do at the moment is try to salvage the situation as much as possible.

Which means knocking lightly on Isamu's door in the hopes of being able to talk to him, awkward as it may be.]

[hana-king.livejournal.com]

[ Usopp is just gonna spend most of the day after the experiment thoroughly distracting himself from the fact that Luffy's gone home and falling in love with Ace last week, of all people: namely by pushing any remaining Valentine's Day decorations out the fucking door of the item shop.

It's for cleaning purposes only, of course.

And to celebrate his cleaning skills (not to mope or attempt crowd-sinking-into), Good Spirits is where he'll be hanging out after that to drink.

Drinking is how pirates handle many things, you know. ]

HOUSE 59 COME ON DOWN ~

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Too much had happened in this past week. Inbetween all the making out and the cuddling and various other little bits of fooling around like most teenagers are akin to do, Selphie woke up slowly in the morning with a sleepy whine. She curls in tighter against Ceodore and tries to go back to sleep but there's just one little problem. When she's crawled into bed with him before, she's been in her pajamas and this time...

She's not wearing anything and cue the freaking out right about now.

She's remembering all the things that they'd done and how she'd made fool out of herself in front of Rydia and probably Cecil and Kain as her face turns beet red. First things first, shove the boyfriend out of his bed! Second, Selphie wraps the blanket around herself and makes a mad dash for her room where she'll grab some clean clothes and book it right for the bathroom.

Meanwhile... there will be an increasingly loud "oh my God, oh my God" that can be heard throughout the house.

Did they really almost...? Oh no. Noooooo way. Selphie's hands are trembling as she opens the door and starts fumbling with the shower taps. Can she block this from her mind now? Oh man, she needs to apologize to so many people.

But Selphie's owes the hugest apology to Rydia for being a selfish little brat that resulted in her being turned into a toad.]

o/

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Falling out of bed isn't anything too new for Ceodore. Really. And he's normally such a sound sleeper, that event doesn't wake him up. So there's a grunt when he hits the floor and only when he starts feeling around for a pillow so he can doze back off does the freaking out hit him. Barely.

Groggy, he sits up, staring blankly at the open door trying to figure out what the hubbub is about. Selphie's yelling... sounds upset... he's... not wearing PJs. Neither was she.

OH CRAP.

He frantically scrambles to his feet, trying to hold the sheet around his waist while stumbling to the door.]

Selphie!!

[BAM! He trips and falls face first with his feet snagged in the sheet. He reaches out and slams the door shut so he can scramble for pants, which he's tugging on while hopping back to the door. Once Ceodore's at least decent enough to go looking, he'll head out into the hall. She's going to kill me!]

Selphie?!

[distressedude]

[Ion wasn't quite awake yet, but he was awake enough to realize he wasn't in his own bed.]

[With Kamina gone, that left Simon alone in his apartment. And Ion couldn't possibly leave Simon by himself like that! No one should have to be alone when a loved one is kidnapped. Especially Simon. And so Ion proposed a most G-rated ever sleepover.]

[But now it was the next day and the experiment was over.]

[...and he seemed to be cuddled up under the covers with someone. Huh.]

[...]

[Well, at least they were warm! Still not thinking clearly enough because he was that sleepy, Ion closes his eyes and cuddles a little closer.]

1/2

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon isn't exactly unfamiliar with sharing a bed with someone- more than once he's fallen asleep in the company of his brother, particularly since arriving on the surface. Now, usually sleeping with Kamina is different because Kamina sleeps like a gorilla, and this person is significantly smaller. Huh. But Simon sees no reason to protest, cuddling closer...]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto has never been a big drinker, less the occasional -- and rare -- night at the pub with the team. But today, he's sitting in Good Spirits and nursing a glass of scotch. It's not even five o'clock yet.

This may have something to do with a particular tree and a lover who's been conspicuously absent most of the week.]

[likevegeta.livejournal.com]

[ hey. hey - he recognizes you! not.. well, but well, journals. what can you do. ]

Hey!

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[The first thought that came to Golbez's mind when he woke up to find the experiment's effects over was:

"What did I do?"

Granted, he didn't really go that far (a kiss or two here, some shared moments), but still! The girl had to have been barely half his age!

Immediately the urge to head off into the woods and... meditate for a while. But... no, that would be running. It would be better to face this head on, and only fair to Terra.

And so Golbez finds himself on the path to Terra's house, trying to puzzle out what he should say.]

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Terra is pacing around in her flat, trying to organize her own thoughts on what happened and what to do about it. That's not an easy task, though, and the result so far is a jumbled mess.

It doesn't help that she awoke to find Edgar's room completely empty. Save for her little chocobo companion, Terra now has the apartment to herself. The added stress means that she doesn't pay attention to her surroundings until Carbuncle perks up and starts kwehing at the door.]

[generalflirt]

[So... Now that he feels less for Hitagi than before, Masaomi has concluded that whatever had happened was an experiment of some sort, a cruel one. Particularly now that he remembers the warnings bout Valentines that, in irony of ironies, the man he's out to see now told him. You see, somewhat early on this fine Monday, Masaomi is bound for the house Shuri lives in. To break in and have words with the boy. You're free to run into him before then, of course, but he seems to be in quite dour spirits.

After all, now that he knows Mikado won't hate him for being the blonde up, he might as well take advantage of it, right? Or maybe that's too cruel...]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ for the second year in a row, he'd been affected. this one had been only marginally better. at least he hadn't woken up that morning tasting candy apples and danger. and - he and mikado didn't live in the same house. and their intentions had never wavered into the really impure.

still. he couldn't help but want to pull his hair out. no one could find out about this - no one... not that he and mikado had been at all discreet. sigh. sigh. how could he face anyone after that social faux pas?

he's happily holed himself up in his room, nothing but the student council plans and homework strewn out over his desk. ]

[dissonates]

[Asch woke up this morning feeling quite different than he'd felt the previous day; generally such a development makes someone then feel like a solid idiot.

Not just an idiot, either. Did he just stupidly ruin things with Guy? After everything they'd been through, for it to be so easy...

Wait, why was it so easy? Guy had seemed so fine with it. It didn't make sense. Had he-

...Then again... it is Guy, after all.

He's pretty tempted to just go into hiding for a while, or try to dismiss the issue entirely, but chances are either of those would just aggravate the situation. He doesn't leave his room right away, though, mulling over in his head just what the right way to deal with it is, exactly.

....And an hour later he's still coming up blank. Dammit.

By the time his stomach is on the brink of growling, he heads out, a roster of exactly two on his list of people to see, no more, no less. Avoiding everyone else is the third goal.

First Guy, then Stella- he's on the lookout for you.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy is in the kitchen mulling over his current situation and drinking some tea. To break it down:

He was in love with Nami. Very much so. Enough to have cheated on Asch if it weren't for his fear.

Asch was in love with Stella. Very much so. Enough to leave him, and he doesn't have a fear of women.

Guy's not sure whether or not he'd be okay if they'd ended up doing something together, so he's both trying to sort it out and not think about it as he nurses his mug of tea. Eventually he'll leave and do some routine stuff to clear out his mind, but while he's alone he's going to think very deeply on this.]

[emp3thy]

[Monday morning brings with it memories of last year's experiment, making it extremely obvious that there had been something up this past week. And just like the last time, he's messed up.

He goes to school with the intention of facing Haruhi - but one look at her and that resolve dies. There's a difference between courage and poking a wounded tiger. But that leads to a miserable rest of the day and as soon as the bell rang he disappears, to wander around the village and eventually make it to Ammy's tree. He can't go home, he can't face Minako yet, or Keiichi, or most of all Haruhi. She probably doesn't even want to see him again anyway.

When it gets dark and too cold he finally goes home, but he sleeps on the couch that night. And the next day he gets up before anyone to head back outside. No school today - he's got too much else to think about. He stays by the tree all morning until the draft notice appears.

The irony is a little too much, so after looking it over and noting the names, he closes the journal completely.]

[breaks_destiny]

[Keiichi didn't go to school on Monday. Nor the Brigade. Nor did his usual training or went to the barracks or the library.

All he did was run out of the house as soon as he woke up and as silently as possible. And don't stop until he got to house #3 and got to talk with Ami, asking begging her to let him stay with her there for some days. Because he didn't want to return home. Because he couldn't face the girls, nor Haruhi and Minato. Because even if he didn't feel like it was dangerous he didn't want to have an outbreak of the syndrome as he thought about everything and Ami was basically his doctor. She had the medicine and probably other things, she could make sure he didn't have an outbreak.

After that he mostly holed himself in the room where he was allowed to stay.

Tuesday wasn't any better but being auto-jailed did no good to anyone. And after reading the draft notice he feels he needs some fresh air. Why his feet end dragging him to that tree is something he won't be able to answer, but the point is that there's a distracted Keiichi, distant even, approaching the tree where Minato is. He hasn't seen you yet, it may be a good moment to run away.]

[touchofrogue]

[...

Rogue's first response to realizing exactly what had happened is not fit to print. But shortly after, she storms into the bathroom and shuts the door. There, she doesn't even bother to strip before getting in the shower and turning the water on to scalding. She'll burn away the memory of his touch, and his closeness - burn it all away.

But the hot water doesn't last forever, and eventually she's naked and shivering in the cold water - but she still doesn't turn it off.

I should have known.

It was too good to be true.

She plants her hands hard on the wet tile and shouts out her defiance, but there's nobody to hear.

And eventually she slumps to the bathtub floor, the sound of water filling the empty space around her as the voices of her psyches press to fill the cracks of her mind and heart.]