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Ju-V

@Mintz, there would likely be a significant waiting period, if accepted at all.

There's no real natural, organic entrance point right now in the game.

That said, if you think you've got a Character idea that works within the present situation, I'd be more than willing to read it and consider it. I'm not actively looking to be exclusionary... it's just an awkward point within the game - a block of twenty having just been admitted.

Pooooooossible workarounds - because I'm trying to help you out here... are an early transfer from another Ju-V center elsewhere in the country for... well character-plot based reasons I guess.

But I would like to steer clear of new characters having some kind of "natural advantage" over the existing characters, due to having accrued more experience from being in Ju-V facilities before. So it would have to be an almost instant transfer upon admission, for safety, or to separate them from someone in that other facility.

Like I said... if you have an idea that you think would work, and WOULDN'T give your own character any kind of additional unfair advantage, I'd be more than pleased to read it and consider it.

EDIT: I also get how it looks, announcing people who have recently dropped out, immediately after seeming to say "we're not taking anyone on board at this time". TECHNICALLY the game is still open, both for if a suitable character situation arises, as well as creating broader opportunities for bunches of new characters to be introduced in the future, as the game goes on.

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Bradley Stephens

B R A D L E Y S T E P H E N S

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^{B R A D / B - R A D ⚓ 3 0 ⚓ S A L E S
⚓ F R E D D Y C A R T E R ⚓ 8 A 2 B E 2}

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⚓ A B O U T M E

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Summary: Bradley Stephens, once voted 'Most Likely to Go To Prison', now works in sales. Father of two, of whom he's very proud.

Family: His father, Harold Kensington, sent him to Kings after his mother had enough of him and left him with his father, and numerous local schools failed to work out. Bradley rebelled against him, everything he wanted, and everything he represented which included numerous years flunking out, inhabiting detention halls, a number of 'Scared Straight' programs, and threatened juvenile charges. After leaving school, resulted in severed ties with his father, Bradley found his own life to be truly 'HIS OWN' and started to straighten himself out. He now is married and has two kids, whose photo he keeps showing other members of the reunion despite the fact that nobody ever asked to see them.

High School Experience: Bradley was a bully, a burnout, likely a felon-to-be, a screw-up and a freak. His personality was abhorrant to the point that people struggled to be around him even with the supportive influence of weed, booze and other substances which he often would paid for himself, as such he was very isolated even amongst people who self-identified as 'freaks'. For some reason, he's under the impression that his role of 'bully' was actually more 'class clown', and doesn't seem to be aware of the degree of torment he subjected any other people to. Part of the reason he's here. He's not repentant. He's oblivious.

Life Leading Up To Reunion: After high school, severed from the resources and contacts of his father completely, Bradley was forced to find his own way. He was scooped up to work in door to door sales for a... "multi-level marketing" company which would... very frequently undergo reorginazitions and name changes to avoid laws related to pyramid schemes. Bradley found his feet and found he loved the business, talking people into buying his wares. He took to it like a duck to water, climbed the ladder and bounced fefore the balloon popped and the place he worked for was taken down. Moving lateral to another company, this time more legitimate, where his work ethic and talents saw him fast climb the ladder again.

One night after an office Christmas party took to the streets and a local bar, Bradley was able to use his smooth talking for his biggest sale yet, and became entangled with Nicole, the woman who would become his wife.

Twelve months later he had saved enough for the next big jump - he started his own Sales business from savings, he had a business plan, through his own drive and work ethic it quickly found its feet and within 24 months was self-sustaining. Which is why after eighteen months he proposed to Nicole with a date set for a further eighteen month's time to ensure he could prepare the business for a lengthy departure for their wedding and honeymoon. He hired good people and prepared. The day came, they were blissfully happy and travelled around Europe. Another few years and their first child Michael was born. A few years later, Celeste was born.

Bradley had found his feet, despite all odds.

The Letter: The letter found him easily enough. Bradley told his wife and kids that they could be a rowdy bunch. He'd admitted to his wife that he was a 'class clown' who 'gave his teachers a bit of a hard time'. He's unaware that it was mainly morbid curiosity and a sense of obligation to invite everyone possible that saw him get the letter in the first place.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class: # 2.96 Opening Arguments - Prompted or Otherwise

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Previously: Oh... Um... Shit... Title. TitleTitleTitle... uh... First Class. Heh-he-heh. Nailed it

The behemoth of a man took roll. "What did he say his name was again?" Banjo tried to remember, but it was already gone.

The large man was his teacher for Law, he should probably learn the guy's name, but it was already in one ear and out the other.

He probably would seem more respectful if he'd brought a pen. Some kind of writing materials. Paper. If he'd known this lesson was his first 'Introduction to Law' class, he probably would have at least made that effort, if only for appearances. Alright, maybe not 'probably' but he might have. Possibly.

He could use more coffee. And that thing he picked up before to eat didn't touch the sides.

He ran his hands through his hair, stretched back in his chair, rocking back with a yawn.

"Olyphant." Was called out. "Olyphant."

Banjo looked around. Another new classmate from team-swap? "Oly--"

"Oh shit, right, yeah. That's me. That's what I'm going by. Yeah, here. It'd probably make it easier if you just called me 'Banjo'."

The large man looked up, unimpressed by the needless delay in what should have been a quick formality. The look on his face making it abundantly clear that he would do no such thing.

“Welcome to Introduction to Law. As future members of H.EL.P., you’ll need to have an extensive comprehension of the current laws, bills, active proceedings and all manner of legal concepts. It may be your job to enforce these laws, while for some of you, you may work on changing them. Neither of these can be done without understanding the system, its history and where it’s going. It’s my job to start you on that journey.”

He reached toward the desk behind him, picking up a still steaming mug before taking a loud sip and placing it down on the student desk directly in front of where he had chosen to stand.

"He is a. Big. Bloody. Unit." Banjo thought to himself, as he watched how the large man carried himself in his classroom. "Commanding presence..? Is this all part of the 'show'? Is it making a further point?"

“The past sixty years have seen an unprecedented amount of laws being passed, repealed and passed again. Many of which have had to do with social issues and equality; in no small part due to the emergence of Hyperhumans.”

Onassis gestured towards the notes written on the chalkboard behind him.

Banjo tilted his head to run over his notes on the board. Rocking further back in his chair as he soaked them in. He was already familiar with the few examples because of his ample reading time in the infirmary. In fact, he could think of a half dozen others which weren't listed from the top of his head. And give a vague description of another half dozen, which he didn't have the citation numbers down for reference yet.

“To summarize, Hyperhumans have had their natural - some might even argue God-given - abilities suppressed, controlled, and even registered. Hyperhumans have been banned from work and performance in several sectors, and even their marriage has been outlawed at times, especially between a Hyperhuman and a ‘normal’ human. All of this has been in the name of security and safety for the greater public.” Elias paused to look each of the students in the eye, studying for that gut-driven reaction of disgust.

“And that’s not even touching on the pandemic in recent years that targeted Hyperhumans.”

Banjo had heard about the pandemic. News passed over Australia with barely a ripple though - it was mostly viewed as Foreign Affairs News. Far less Hyperhumans amongst the Australian population, saw it as a less relevant issue for the news to cover. It was a problem "over there" that "other nations" had to deal with. Not for one girt by sea with a fraction of the Hyperhuman population. Millions had died. But not at 'home'.

“Most of us would call it a prime example of inequality, fear-driven bias. But then we have Hyperion-”

That familiar smirk crossed Banjo's lips. OK. Now this is getting interesting. The guy's actually addressing the elephant in the room. A unique stance for the faculty to make, from his perspective. Most seemed to want to pretend nothing had happened, when his presence had carved a path of destruction through most everyone's lives.

“A Hyperhuman who explicitly operates outside of the law. Many of you are probably asking what good the law does if a terrorist manages to constantly evade it? Why should you worry about living under its constraint if you too could be powerful enough to live above it. But it is only because we have these laws that we can deem a person like Hyperion to be lawless. Our laws allow us to distinguish between a good method of integrating into society and those who refuse to integrate themselves and thus alienate themselves, falling outside of the social contract. That is to refer to the contract in which we surrender certain freedoms in exchange for security.”

The Big Man pointed to a quote from Hobbes on the chalkboard before returning to his train of thought.

“An extremist like Hyperion creates a rallying cry for both those who support and oppose him. Especially if they are left unchallenged. If all of us were to act in this manner we would descend into a state of self-involved anarchy. The law creates accountability in the interest of security. I do not believe that any form of civilization exists without a form of law. The governing interests of self can not be allowed to flourish if a society is to persist.”

Gesturing over the class, Elias turned the floor to Team Blackjack.

“So I ask of you, separating into two groups, is taking the law into one's own hands ever truly justifiable? Cooper, you will lead de León, Miller, Olyphant and Schade in arguing for taking the law into one’s own hands. Crawford, you’ll be leading Kruger, Musgrave, Richards and Tyler in arguing against your teammates about why the law should be upheld in every circumstance. Shall we hear your opposing arguments in twenty minutes?”

Banjo laughed obnoxiously, whilst he was still rocking back in his chair. "Well, of course it is. This is just ridiculously unfair."

"How so?" The Big Man lowered himself to ask the irritant.

"Well, first of all, you basically posed a tautology AND THEN you put me on the side that's clearly right. How are these jokers supposed to compete?"

"A tautology? Perhaps you would like to take your twenty minutes to consider your approach?"

"Nah mate. I'm not gonna be any more or less right in twenty minutes than I am right now. I'll just end it right here, I reckon, and save some time for Schade and Richards to introduce themselves to the class. G'Day, by the way." He offered the two newcomers a small, informal wave of a hand.

"So you want us to stand, or sit, or... ah screw it, I'm fine right here." He kept rocking back in his chair, occasionally turning to face different class members."

"The semantics of how he posed the question - 'taking the law into one's own hands EVER truly JUSTIFIABLE?' - THAT'S what makes this a stacked deck, and it's for a very basic systemic reason..."

He leaned forward and looked his teacher right in the eye. "Juries and jury nullification."

He went right on back to rocking in his chair. "See, whilst judges are the arbiters of law and representative of the finest legal minds appointed to their position based, well, presumably on competence, but let's face it... increasingly on partisan political basis... apologies, getting sidetracked, issue for another day. Juries, meanwhile, are the arbiters of fact and are representative of society as a whole. If society, through that lens of six or twelve people, decide they can't in good conscience convict, find proved, or rule against someone despite the law... well, they're not gonna. You want some examples? R v Morgentaler, which for those Americans present and people less familiar with Canadian caselaw, is basically the equivalent of the US's Roe v Wade..."

The Big Man opened his mouth to interject, before Banjo raised his hand in anticipation, cutting him off and continuing. "...obviously it's more closer to Doe v Bolton, sir, but in the absence of a more direct Roe v Wade parallel, I think you can grant me that it's still as close as Canada has to it. For those unfamiliar, basically this guy Morgentaler had been operating a private abortion clinic in violation of the criminal code - due to repeated jury nullifiation it kept getting appealed all the way up to the Supreme Court."

Still rocking in his chair he turned and addressed people behind him "Now as the question was phrased we're not looking for 'ALWAYS truly be RIGHT', we're looking for 'EVER truly be JUSTIFIABLE' and since we continue to use juries and allow jury nullification to be a thing, it's an acknowledgement to this as a truism. There are times when the law doesn't keep pace with what is just, and it's the responsibility of these juries, these finders of fact, these social peers, to ensure that justice takes place."

"Well, that was very..."

"Oh, and just because I don't really intend for settling and leaving this one up to a space for reasonable doubt... R v Krieger the Supreme Court's decision 'juries are not entitled as a matter of right to refuse to apply the law—but they do have the power to do so when their consciences permit of no other course' - which confirms EXPLICITLY everything that I just said. This isn't an opinion." He turned, whilst leaning waaaay back in his chair, to the assembled other side of the argument.

"He's expecting you people to basically argue against the very justice system itself as it presently exists. Now, does anybody else REALLY want to speak, or did I just win this thing. Because I've gotta be honest, it feels like I just won this thing..."

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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Britsnpieces dropping tea and whimsy...

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Ju-V

Here's Page Two of the post summaries, @psych0pomp, I believe you said this would be of interest..?

I'll also add them to the OOC Zero post.

Page Two

Post Twenty-One - In which we are introduced to Sunita and the remaining three journals to have survived her fiery rage, upon burning twice as many in anger directed at her parents and their intentions and motivations regarding her life. We watch as she kindly lends assistance to Natsumi after the latter was pepper sprayed.

Post Twenty-Two - In which we are introduced to Adam, and watch as the young man tries to get reads on the poker faces of everyone sitting at the table in Alcatraz. We see his frustrations at the powerlessness which comes from not having two pair of nickels to rub together.

Post Twenty-Three - In which we are introduced to Seo, his long trip across the country to Alcatraz, and watch as he clings to the memory of his son who is waiting for him after the program.

Post Twenty-Four - In which Noah explodes onto the scene, missed by family and friends she struggles to come down from a hangover after one last blast of a night before entering into the program. She sleeps it off on the bus, makes the Bay a little more full on the ferry trip, and comes to terms with security's strict rules regarding contraband. There's one thing for sure, Howard Sterling will pay for all of this.

Post Twenty-Five - In which we are introduced to Sora, the quick quipper with the cool pendant, has her own issues with security, and deals with pepper spray for her first time.

Post Twenty-Six - We are introduced to Zack, as he himself is introduced to jittery guards, overly familiar securtiy officers and dodges tasers and pepper spray in his own unique way.

Post Twenty-Seven - Wherein the group - minus Fritz - are taken away to the Recreation Room, and meet a half dozen randomly selected program attendees, with the intention of 'easing the new people into the populus'. The room is well stocked with distractions of all types and the new NPCs are Laura 'Bright Eyes' DiBiase, Libby Trainor, Brian 'Bulk' McIntyre, Taylor 'Fingers' Dawkins, Billy 'Calculus' Isaacs and a strange girl of indeterminate age called 'The Kid'. Billy Isaacs shows disproportionate interest in Noah, likewise Bulk seeks out Brooklyn 'Black Betty' Vanderhaven.

Post Twenty-Eight - We see Haven's views and introspection on these motley crew of new attendees that they have been introduced to. How this rabble comes across under first impression from the untrusting eagle eye of a survivor.

Post Twenty-Nine - In which Natsumi deals with the aftermath of being pepper sprayed, and witnesses first hand the kindness of strangers - Lina and Sunita - as she tries to navigate how to handle being relocated to the Recreation Room after recent events.

Post Thirty - In which we see as David runs his own introspective eye over the initial inhabitants of the Rec Room, seeks out allies, and looks to protect someone from sacrifice by offering a game of chess.

Post Thirty-One - In which Kaitlin seeks out her own refuge from the more menacing new threats that the Rec Room pose... within the pages of a book.

Post Thirty-Two - In which Zelda drifts across her own permafrost and seeks her own shelter within the same bookshelf which Kaitlin has just drawn attention to.

Post Thirty-Three - In which we are shown some of the horrors that Wes has already been confronting in his day-to-day life as a vigilante, the evils which he had hoped to better himself to confront. He deals with the foreign chemical irritant of the pepper spray, and runs an expert eye over Billy Isaacs and doesn't like what he sees. He then runs the same eye over Haven's back and wings and very much likes what he sees. Wings. The boy likes wings.

Post Thirty-Four - We watch as Sasha scrutinizes the Rec Room and its early attendants. Seeks out her own space, only to be accosted by a game of chess.

Post Thirty-Five - In which we bear witness to Brooklyn's unimpressed take on events as we have seen them, her disappointment in the people she is with seeming to back down immediately without taking a further stand, and her irritation at the 6'3" yutz who's blocking out the sun, not saying nothing!

Post Thirty-Six - In which Director Rowell greets the newest program attendee, the tardy Sophia Montgomery, and unleashes her upon the throng of malcontents in the Recreation Room.

Post Thirty-Seven - In which we are introduced to Sophia Montgomery herself, the sensitive and gentle new face in the concrete home.

Post Thirty-Eight - In which we are introduced to Kyle, his bodacious journey across the Pacific in search of fun, excitement, a way out of the troubles he found himself in, and California girls. And we find that in a dour situation, when locked in a room with a bunch of questionable character, the wise man goes diving for the video game controller. Well... maybe not the wise man. The Kyle man absolutely dives for the controller.

Post Thirty-Nine - In which we see Seo look to reach out and make contact with the least threatening of the initial Rec Room people - striking up a conversation with the elusive Libby Trainor.

Post Forty - In which we get a quick glimpse at the next layer of punishment, that rests below the surface of this facility, as Fritz meets a new attendee with a penchant for violent retribution and meteing out his own justice. He also receives another, more severe, dialogue from the Director - the patience of the program is not unending, and a prison sentence could very well still await him.

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Kenny Price

K E N N E T H P R I C E

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^{K E N N Y ⚓ 2 8 ⚓ S P O R T S A G E N C Y / A N A L Y S T
⚓ D Y L A N S P R O U S E ⚓ FFA500}

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Summary: Kenny Price, twin brother of Dalton Price (FC: Cole Sprouse). Former point guard and basketball star of Kings Academy, and later the Florida Gators.

Family: His brother, Dalton Price, having received his degree in Business Management from Florida University - works in Corporate for one of the largest private aerospace and aviation companies in Florida, and the world. He's around this boat somewhere too.
Mother is Tiff Price, and father, Drew Price are proud of BOTH their kids. Which is coded language for 'Kenny lost'.

High School Experience: Kenny wasn't seen much. Despite being a star athlete at the school, his "athleticism" came down a lot to his shooting prowess. And that was no fluke. He was a gym rat, spending virtually every spare minute launching jumpshots. He was always a good player, and it was broad knowledge his talent would carry him well into college and most likely professional basketball. But it wasn't a sure thing, and Kenny had no intention on wasting time not doing everything he could to make his pro dreams happen. Comfortably passed the academic qualifiers for his athletic scholarship by graduating with a solid 2.8 GPA and 993 on his SATs.

Life Leading Up To Reunion: Kenny received "free ride" letters to play for Florida, as well as renowned historic point guard factories Georgia Tech and Arizona University. He chose to stay close to home, and remained at Florida, studying Journalism and Communications with a minor in Business Management. His sophomore year his play saw him become an All-American and he started to make people's fringe lists for the NBA Draft for the following year. Then tragedy struck, he tore his ACL pre-season for his junior year. Red-shirted the season to recover, but his draft stock never would. His raw athleticism was never a strength, and he became even less athletic, even if the shot never waned. His redshirt senior year he managed to help steer the Gators through to the Elite Eight, but he was never on the radar for the Pros in the US. He instead decided to spend his time on other matters, focusing on college athletes player rights, and spoke publicly about the issue, began to lay down the foundation for what would become the renewed movement for NCAA v Alston after the unsuccessful O'Bannon case. Whilst his knee would prevent him from playing in the NBA, his efforts for player compensation saw him make many contacts and built relationships which would allow him to slide comfortably into the world of player management. And his journalism degree, combined with quality examples of engaging interviews saw him often become a secondary talking head on numerous sports shows.

The Letter: Kenny received notification about the Reunion from his mother, having heard that Dalton was going, and asking him about it. His own letter not surviving the numerous change of addresses over recent years. He decided to attend, having moreorless acheived his dream in a roundabout way. He now has a career in sports, albeit more in the area of talking about them and getting other players paid. Now with an opportunity to go back, see somewhat familiar faces, and cut loose in a way he seldom did when he actually attended - the night of the Montverde Academy game being the rare exception.

Ju-V

She followed along with the group inside. She took special care in noting weaknesses in the facility; guards not being alert, walls that looked like they could be plowed through, makeshift weapons if it came to that. Soon they were in the rec room and were introduced to the others within the facility. Their makeshift tour guide droned on, but Brooklyn couldn't be bothered to care all that much. Instead, she glanced at the others, sizing them up. As her head turned, she felt a shadow over her. She turned back to see a mountain of a man standing there, staring at her. He was cute in a "golden retriever" type of way, though she got the sense there was nothing behind those eyes. And her thoughts were confirmed when he just. continued. to. stare!

"Keep starin' at me and I'll rip your arms off and play jump rope with 'em." The nerve of this dude! "Anyone going to claim their lost lamb here?" Perhaps he was lost from a tour group and got separated from his mommy. Either way, she had little time to be hand-holding anyone here. "What happened to hello? How are you? My name is? What just cuz you're locked up you get to be rude? I'm not the broad to try that with."

@PatientBean

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Libby, her name was Libby and she'd escaped several times from other facilities until she landed on Alcatraz. To be frank it would be near impossible for any to escape this place without an ability that allowed flight or water breathing. An isolated island definitely allowed for more complex plans of escape, but no matter how you went about it, the results would be the same. One could attempt to swim, but it wouldn't take long for them to be captured and brought back. Escaping from an island would require something more exciting. While he glanced over at Libby, he listened to the girl talk about Billy and it all began to make sense as to why he'd been staring at a few of them the moment they'd stepped foot into the room. What he wouldn't give to pluck the inner chambers of his mind to see what made him tick. When the small one finished talking, Seo levitated over to Libby and gazed out of the window next to her.

"Do you feel like a pet trapped in its cage? Or do you feel like there is purpose here after all?" Seo said, wondering just what this girl could do. "Forgive my lack of manners, my name is Seobin. I hear you like to escape and I was curious as to why."

@Wei Wuxian

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The fast talking New Yorker hit him with a staccato of questions, each more confronting than the previous. But it took him a while before he felt comfortable giving a response that he was pretty sure would make sense.

It was so very easy for him to say things that didn't make any sense. Billy had often pointed this out to him.

"I was just waiting for the opportunity to say 'Hello'." He said, speaking softly. "Sometimes, I've-- I get told sometimes that when I speak from behind people, before they notice me. It makes them uncomfortable. Or scares them. At least you-- don't seem to scare so easily."

He stood there trying to think of something else to say. Oh! A thought came over him. What brought him over in the first place!

"I like your jacket. It's cool." He said, referring to her black leather jacket. "It...--" He struggled looking for the word. It made everything else about her -her ruby red lipstick, the blonde hair - stand out in contrast, even brighter. "It pops."

His brow furrowed, as if trying to think about how well the word fit.

"Uhh... I guess, 'How are you?' My name is Brian, if that interests you at all. Just-- just wanted to say about your jacket. It's cool. I didn't wanna seem rude."

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Libby didn't turn, she just kept looking out over the Bay. A wide brimmed hat kept the sun's glare from the window out of her eyes. The black croptop she wore showed off a large tattoo of a compass between her shoulder blades.

"The minutes. The hours. Being free, it's just-- it's a feeling all of its own."

She spoke absently, almost as if she was a hundred miles away and merely reminiscing for her own benefit.

"The last time I was out, I snuck into Oracle Park. Sneaking in is just an escape into a box. Sat on those right field bleachers over the archways in front of McCovey Cove. Watched Joc Pederson splash hit one over my head against the Phillies. They had me on TV. I knew I wouldn't get far after that. When Aegis picked me up, they did it as I sat in the Old-Fashioned Glove over on left field waiting for them..."

She turned and faced Seobin and offered a smile, as if the explanation wouldn't be enough of its own.

"It's not-- It's not anything like that. Or anything bad about here in the first place per se... It's just something in me. It's something I have to do."

Ju-V

Some recent news...

* After talking with @webboysurf, time has dwindled on their end. The character of Zach - going forward, will be NPC'd.

This leaves a secondary option in the upcoming roommate discussion.

Just a reminder. We're still looking for people to come together and decide on their room assignment pairings.

At this stage:

Noah and Sasha
Wes and Kyle
Brooklyn and Seobin
Haven and Zelda
Kaitlin and Sunita

Are the only two set pairings.

The following people and their characters have shown a preference for PC pairings over NPCs. So perhaps if you're amongst these people, there's a direction if you're looking to approach another who'd also like player interaction in the after-hours times in residentional quarters.

Black Betty/Brooklyn @PatientBean - (Update: Now Paired with Seobin)
Zero/Zelda @Lawful Newtral - (Update: Now paired with Haven)
Spitfire/Sora @earthtogab
Photon/Kaitlin @mickilennial - (Update: Now paired with Sunita)
Sophia/Sunny @Qia (Update: Now paired with Natsumi)
Natsumi/Chameleon @Kuro - (Update: Now paired with Sophia)

Seobin @Wei Wuxian - (Update: Now paired with Brooklyn)

I left myself as a floater in this, so unless we have any other people who would like a PC roommate, I'll happily do it and have David/Ward room with Seo.

That said, if there's anyboy who also wants a PC roommate in game and hasn't voiced that desire yet, now is pretty much the time to mention it. We will be pushing forward soon.

Ju-V

And incidentally, if you haven't posted since the Rec Room... expect your character to pop up in the Kid continuing to spew exposition in another NPC post.

Long story short, expect some content.

I just dropped the keys off for the old house, and most of my time is mine now.