"I still find it amazing how many dishes they have here...”

Star Trail, as Yotsutsuji had found out it was called, was still one of the more confusing locations here. Perhaps, it wasn’t as odd as that park with the dogs that had tablets for heads, or as the city with a canyon running through it, but an endless-seeming walkway selling foods from across worlds was...hard to imagine.

He had a lot of questions about it - how did they make all the food? How did they know how to make things that weren’t common recipes? Did a new shop just magically appear every time someone from a new world got pulled here? He had never made it to the end of the trail, so he had no idea... - but he wasn’t here to try and get answers today.

No, today he was here with someone he had managed to befriend, just so they could chat while trying some of the foods. Honestly, a break from all his exploring and note-taking would be good.

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Mike!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 207.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Non-Verbal RP Starters ( currently not accepting ! )

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

it’s not like him, some might have said. after all, people do not change overnight. people like him don’t change in a lifetime. but ‘changing’ implies there’s something new coming to light, as opposed to something which has always been there finally stirring to life.

he’s thinking about that very thing as sephiroth looks up and finds a peculiar man hovering at the edge of the table. ah. another one of those seatless strangers. there’s only so many times he can say no. well this time there really is nowhere to sit, thus sephiroth leans over and pulls his cloak from the other chair.

“ fine. “ he says, before taking another sip of coffee. “ consider this a rare moment of generosity. “ people didn’t get this close, not ever. but sephiroth bids the young man to sit and join him at his table. 

                            He’s minding his own business doing some ground work, he likes keeping busy after all and there was much to do around the mansion between the games. It’s ... Nice actually, having a home he can wander and care for that spans larger than a graveyard. The flowers he had helped Emma plant were coming in nicely. This was ... Actually starting to feel like a home.

                               That’s when his thought peaceful little moment that might have ended up in some good self reflection is shattered as a figure appears from nowhere landing on the ground next to him. The scream Andrew lets out is nearly deafening and he stumbles back ready to run. Flight mode kicks in, thinking for a moment he had been torn from their normal lives without warning and forced into a Game. Before he can bolt he recognizes the diamond patterned costume of one of the other survivors.

   Not that the surface is a perfect balance, either. People seem to have their manners and common sense, but it seems not everyone has gotten the memo -- there is an angry resident heckling someone in broad daylight, and you have the feeling this is not a normal quarrel between people who know each-other. You should walk away and leave them to resolve it, but you don’t -- the confrontation looks very one-sided, and the person being heckled looks very familiar, so you ignore your instincts to leave well alone and approach. You step by his side, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder, and look towards the angry man facing you with a practiced lack of emotion.

   “I’m sorry about this, sir,” You don’t know what you’re apologizing for, but apologies placate people easier than a lot of other things you could say. “We’ll be going now.”

   Morton. Morton. That was the name, you’re sure, though you don’t remember having talked. You don’t leave any room for response before you steer him away, your pace brisk, not unlike a mother taking an unruly child home after misbehaving in public; except you are not there to mother a grown adult, or scold for something that really was not your business to get involved in. 

   “I thought you might need an out of this. Unless you weren’t done with that conversation there, keep up with me, alright? Those kinds of people will follow you to finish it, unfortunately.”

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 105

You’ll be given some fire crackers!

Enjoy your stay!