22 July 2015 @ 06:24 pm
Who: Robin and Marco
Where: Million Merrily
When: after this thread
What: Sacrifice. Science?
Warnings: Blood, dark magic, possession
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed, incomplete

And she's gonna make a devil out of me )
 
 
10 July 2015 @ 11:52 pm
[The morning of the race is cloudy and oppressive with a muggy heat, but there’s a general cheer and anticipatory air, though everyone seems to be looking over their shoulders for someone or something. In any case, whether you are spectating or participating, the race starts off much as it did last year.

Except the announcer this year sounds a little more apprehensive? Perhaps it has something to do with the Naval Ships threaded among the participants, or some number of the crews looking dead-eyed, wearing faintly pulsing shards and staring upward at the peak of the rushing water.

This is the 111th Annual Great Ghost Race! Now, participants!]


GET YE GONE!
 
 
05 December 2014 @ 10:16 pm
Who: Everyone who chooses to participate
Where: Breakneck Cay
When: December 5th
What: A summit to get down to business and get this situation sorted out, L-Elf-style
Warnings: Possible violence?
Style: Any
Status: Open

Upon arriving on Breakneck Cay, if you can navigate the shoals safely and find safe mooring, you'll notice that the beach is more or less abandoned unless you count the countless shipwrecks an snarled piles of debris strewn across the shore. If you approach the jungle, you'll notice a makeshift sign pointing towards a path leading into the trees. There's a lengthy note tacked to it with a detailed map, an exhaustive list of rules and etiquette for participating in a military summit, and probably more if anyone actually got past the part with the map.

The meeting is to be held in a strangely silent clearing. Upon arriving, you'll find L-Elf sitting on the huge stone in the center, fast asleep. It's immediately obvious that this is not a social occasion or it at least wasn't planned by someone with any idea how to make guests feel comfortable. There's nowhere to sit except on the ground and definitely no refreshments. It might be a good idea to send someone back to the ship to pick something up if you want to make it through this thing.
 
 
06 June 2014 @ 10:34 pm
Who: Marco & Robin [Closed]
Where: Isla Empieza
When: June 6th-ish
What: A date! And serious talks. And rooftop dancing.
Warnings: PG-13 :T Probs. SPOILER WARNINGS LIKE WHOA FOR ONE PIECE THOUGH.
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed please!

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes... )
 
 
30 May 2014 @ 04:16 am
Who: The Contestants!
Where: A certain villa on an undisclosed island
When: May 30th-June 1st
What: Contests and Schmoozing with a chance at a prize or two
Warnings: Your usual
Status: Closed

riddle me that )
 
 
Who: The Straw Hat Crew
Where: The Million Merrily-Go!
When: Sept 16 - Sept 21 (pre storm)
What: You know. Whatever. \:|/
Warnings: PG-13
Status: Open! If you want to attack, or ally, or party, ping us here.

we are! )
 
 
08 September 2013 @ 12:00 am


You wake up in an unfamiliar town, surrounded by unfamiliar people. There's some kind of journal clutched in your hand, and as you stare blankly around you, the sky slowly starts to turn a deep, murky green.

Confused?

You should be.

If you're in the town square, you'll also see thick, greenish mist starting to pour out of the fountain. It overflows almost instantly and spreads through the streets, curling around the legs of various townsfolk who don't seem to notice. It's hard to imagine they can't feel that sharp drop in temperature, though.

Don't bother trying to get up to escape these oddities, because suddenly you'll find you can't move.

It's almost as if everything just freezes in place: people abruptly stop walking, the breeze disappears, and there's nothing but silence hanging heavily in the air.

Until a gravelly voice begins to echo inside your head.


...Dribbling cack-handed deck apes — this be the trash I ended up with?


A ghostly figure appears then, large and looming over the town. He's almost skeletal, is wearing a large pirate hat, and looks none too pleased as he makes a disgusted sound.


Aye, these maggots will have to do... There's treasure here for the taking. Ye'd be best off heading for the seas to find it.

Because if ye don't...


The figure grows larger suddenly, and the green mist now surrounding him seems to pulse with a kind of charged energy, like the thump of some far away heartbeat.


Ye'll be regretting it.


He hangs there for a moment longer, gradually looking over the town and slowing turning in midair until...he stops.

And stares straight at you.

Those dark, empty eyes bore into yours for several long seconds—

And then the figure just disappears.

The sky clears, the streets come alive again, and you're left where you were before that whole episode started: on the ground, lost in a new world, with some kind of weird journal in your hands.

The next move is yours~