Who: James Hook, open When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Ocean in the Eastern district What: A young pirate captain readies his ship for sailing. From a wooden box stuffed high with blankets...up the ramp. To the elum's chirps and squawks of delight, James grits his teeth, presses his shoulder in, and slowly pushes the heavy instrument up as far as he can, sweating and panting all the way

Who: Gerrard and Cyrano What: "Sparring" Where: Down by the sea, Gerrard's shack. When: Monday, midday Warnings: There's gonna be violence, some blood probably. Gerrard was leaning up against...other hand was gripping the shaft of a halberd, its head glinting in the midday sun. He looked around, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. He was looking forward to getting in a good fight today

[The image starts up a bit shaky, as though whoever is working it has very little idea what he's doing. As the camera settles down and starts to focus, the face of Gerrard starts to appear, his beard a little unkempt and his hair in a bit of a mess, though he still seems to be in one piece.] I know there are people out there that know how to fight. I need one, for some sparring.

Who: Gerrard, anybody who stops by. What: Gerrard has returned. He is being pensive. Where: North District, on the beach. When: Thursday evening. Warnings: none for now... Gerrard walked barefoot along...a shell of his former self. Instead, he was here, a moment of calm in the storm. Hopefully he would be able to get his head clear before going back to face the bigger problems that loomed ahead of him

Who: Kyd Wykkyd & OPEN What: Attempting to move on after Uncle Blitzwing's death, Kyd Wykkyd takes the time to explore New Cybertron. When: Late afternoon of Saturday. Where: Northern District... He can kind of relate to that, in some ways. At the moment, he is just walking, keeping his senses about him. Never know when Jinx might decide to strike. ...Or. Really. Anyone else, he supposes...

Standing in the empty plaza, illuminated by nearby streetlights and the setting sun on the horizon, a man holds a sword with both hands, keeping the position for several seconds before switching...his shirt, wipes the sweat from his brow, and sets it back onto his belt. He sheaths his sword on his belt as well, and takes a seat on a nearby bench, retrieving a piece of jerky from a belt pouch.

Ugh... my head... Hanna! Where- Hanna? Tangarth? Mirri? Karn? Squee? Dammit, where are they? Better yet, where am I? What went wrong? One moment, we're in the skies above Tolaria, the next, I'm face...the Weatherlight ? If we crashed, where's the wreck, the survivors, and the others? If not... To the Nine Spheres with that condemnable little island of mages. I just hope I can find my way back...