HOLIDAY ARRIVALS.

[terminalrookies]

Characters: Everyone! (Only new arrivals are allowed in the Terminal Room)
When: Starting December 3rd, 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

It has been a long November, and the weather is starting to get colder, a side-effect of the worlds merging. Maybe it's welcome, maybe it's a hindrance, but a rumble rises at the start of the day, signalling new Chosen are starting to arrive. Culumon bounces about the Terminal Room, lonely after waiting so long. Stepping outside, the Chosen will find a bit of a mess before them. The city's been through a lot lately.

Outside the Main Terminal, there is a bin with pamphlets to help supplement the information received on the new Chosen's D-Terminals. The information is...a little bit outdated, with last month's troubling reveals.

OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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[interspace]

Thelma paused, looked at Salamon, and deflated just a tad. Psychemon puffed her cheeks out and reached out to poke the puppy 'mon in the forehead lightly. "You'd like a bit of trouble now and then, wouldn't ya?" asked Psychemon. "No one can be a goodie two-shoes all the time."

"That's not the problem," Thelma mumbled.

Misha grinned. "Like putting your girlfriend in a good mood?"

[headup_stickontheice]

The poke offsets him just a bit, and Salamon almost tips over. The perfect picture of grace, isn't he? At Psychemon's question, he shakes his head even harder, his ears flopping back and forth.

And by everything, Cam wishes he could stop the blush rising. "Uh, y-yeah. Like that."

[interspace]

Psychemon gave a surprised mumble at the Salamon's complete lack of balance and then huffed. "You two are such wet blankets. I'm sure Misha wouldn't mind it."

"How exactly would you know that?" Thelma asked.

"Did it work?" asked Misha, definitely interested now.

[headup_stickontheice]

A tiny mumble finally comes from Salamon. "We should all just get along."

"I, I mean, I," Cam coughs and clears his throat. "Lucette didn't get the chance to give it, I, cut 'er off at the pass. Didn't wanna seem, too, you know."

[interspace]

"Where's the fun in that?" asked Thelma.

Psychemon gave her a surprised look, then nodded enthusiastically. "Not like we're gonna attack each other over it!"

Misha gave him a playfully scrutinizing look. "Sappy?" she suggested.

[headup_stickontheice]

He's outnumbered. Salamon sinks his head down slowly.

With a look to the ground, Cam mutters, "She'd make fun of me forever."