Yaaay! Its up

And Seth is in ICELAND

Okay so, hmm, what should I call dear ole' Seth?

Seth Mathias Carlito = Adriano Daniels
Occupation= Policeman

Of course it's in local circles! But Tony does sometimes have daydreams about becoming a famous driver

Can we choose jobs?

I'm here for Laryn soz I wont be on too much till fri but I will keep posting daily, but I'm taking Laryn again, thanks for reserving her
Name change: Ellenor Hodges
Occupation: Lawyer

Well, Carr, I suppose you can give me a name and an occupation for June Dougal and I'm set.

I forgot to pick an occupation for Aidan Corey Henryk Charlie Nicholas Romani
I'm gonna make him a waiter

Can I have # 7 if he's still avalible?

reclaiming Beryl of course or.... should i say Ryan "Logic" Anthony oh, and is it alright if she's a waitress?

McFesity: You can certainly be number 9, but if all of the places don't get filled, I'll just drop the remaining characters. I do already have quite a lot to keep track of. XD

Add1cted: I have all of your names, but not all occupations, so if you choose to do so, then yes. You may choose your job.

city_girl_95: Your occupation is fine (as long as you're a Muggle lawyer, of course), and I'll define it a little more. You're a family attourney.

ImaBRE!: Certainly, you may.

Dee-Dee: Of course, of course, dear.

And, yay!! Seth is claimed, also! All of my old players have returned! I'm so excited. I'll go and update the first post.

We'll start tomorrow. Any unclaimed characters will simply be available for late arrivals or fall to the wayside should no one want them.

Thanks, everyone!

Proffesional Singer!!! in muggle world? please

You're in hiding, dear. You can't really be a "professional". You could probably be a lounge singer or something.

Ohh now i get it... sure lol i just meant as in good singer... lounge singer

Oh I understand, there's a lot of characters.

Hmm, what do you think of having Graham Niles Westerly for an occupation being a Barista/Bartender

Ace. I'll add it to the list.

If anyone else wants to play, today would be a good time to let me know, because this show is going to hit the road today.

However, as always, I take late arrivals with almost no exceptions.

Just to say I might not be able to post very often.....I am grounded off the computer till Monday.....but I will try to post at least once a day

OOC: No problem. It happens. But, now! We begin!!

Every single one of you receive the following note. Some of you will find it hidden in pillow cases, others will find it tucked in your shoe, in your jacket pocket, or lying just behind the carton of milk in your refrigerator.


As you look at the note, a scratchy memory pops into your head (for the new players) or you immediately look stunned (for the old ones). A little dazed that the time has come at last, you whisper the words, "The time had come for the fulfillment to begin."

At the sound of your voice, the tiny piece of scroll vibrates in your hands slightly. Before your eyes, a couple of inky splotches appear at the top corner of the little note and begin arranging themselves into scrawling letters until the note reads:

Frenchie's eyes widened as he read the note, he let out an inaudible sigh as he read the note over and over again. "Can't say I am all that surprised," he said as he ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, which had gotten longer over the years. "Back to England it is."

Charlotte Stephanie rolled out of bed and stretched. She got ready for the day and when she was dressed nearly for work she shuffled over to the kitchen and opened up the cabinet, trying to decide on what to eat for breakfast. She pushed aside the loaf of bread before she saw a folded note there. Frowning, she plucked it out from behind the bread and opened it. "So... I guess the time had come for the fulfillment to begin..." Stephanie sighed.

Her eyes widened a little as the letters shifted, rearranged themselves across the page. Guess she wasn't going to work for a while... Stephanie folded up the note and stuffed it into her pocket. Back to England... back to Hogsmeade. "Off to England... off to Hogsmeade..." she muttered quietly. She picked up the phone, trying to decide. Should she really go back? She shook her head. Seems like plane tickets were to be booked, as well as calling in for an extensive vacation. How long would it be this time...?

She was being chased, hunted by those she wanted revenge upon... They were yelling at her and, naturally, she was screaming back. Then all of a sudden, not paying attention to what her feet were doing, she turned a corner and fell. She fell through the darkest curtain and once she passed through it she didn't stop. She just went falling... flailing through the air with nothing to stop her...

Sienna (for that was now what she thought of herself as) woke up with a start, as her nightmare came to an end. Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. Letting out a quiet sigh of exasperation she clambered out of bed. Sienna eyed the alarm clock sitting upon the bed side table.

5 am. She couldn't believe it. The dream had stolen another good night of sleep from her.

The girl crept across the room toward the light switch, doing her best not to trip over anything. Once she turned it on, she did a quick survey of the room... just because. That dream made her paranoid. Everything seemed to be in place. Shrugging the paranoia off, she made her way over to the closet. She might as well get ready for work, while she was awake. Sienna pulled her uniform on numbly, like she'd done nearly every day since she'd arrived there, and pinned the name tag on her chest.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, staring placidly. The woman wasn't quite sure what to think. If it hadn't been for the mussed hair and the blank expression on her face she was so famous for, Sienna would have looked very pretty. At the moment, if she could be described with one adjective, though, the one to go for would be tired.

Not liking what she saw, she turned her back on the mirror and made a grab for the standard white tennis shoes. They were standing by the closet door.

As she pulled them onto her feet, Sienna noticed something funny, though. Not funny as in amusing... funny as in odd. She didn't recall ever leaving money in her shoe...

Or paper for that matter. Slipping it off her foot, Sienna pulled the paper out. The time is at hand. Her eyebrows creased as she read the words on the not. Melodramatic, much? Sienna thought she might know what this was about at the sight of those words. She didn't want to jump to conclusions though. And she definitely didn't want to give herself any false hope.

She was not disappointed though. As the letters began to rearrange themselves she nearly squealed. Her eyes widened a little when she finished. So it was time. Revenge time.

Slowly, a grin formed on her lips. Unable to contain her excitement, Sienna dashed out of her room and into the hallway, one shoe on and the other off. Her sister's door wasn't far from hers, thankfully. Sienna did hesitate outside of June/Jessica's door, but it wasn't long before she convinced herself that she would want to hear the news ASAP... That she was doing her a favor.

"OIIII!" She raised her fist to pound on the wooden door. "Jessicaaaa!" she sang, in a cheerful voice that sounded almost unnatural coming from her lips. "I need to tell you something!"

Logic felt something crinkle in the pocket of her pajamas as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Frowning, she pulled it out and read it over.... as well as the letter that accompanied it. She gulped lightly and glanced around her, as if she were already trapped back in that horrid room again. She tried to swallow with no avail and shook her head. It seemed too soon.

ooc: how long has it been since they left?

Zoé looked at the note that she held in her hand. What she had to return now? Would she have to be Lisette again? She liked being Zoé a ton more than being Lisette. Lisette was a troublemaker... Well she got that from that man with memories. Poor guy... Wonder if he's okay?

She sighed and turned back to the matter at hand. So she had to go back or she was going to get captured by these people. She heard someone call her name. It was a customer, she put the note back into her pocket and went over to them, smiling.. It was going to be a long day.

She got up out of her bed and turned on the lamp. She noticed a piece of paper that she could have sworn was not there before. But, then again she couldn't remember much these days.

The time is at hand, the note read. As she read it, Tamantha remembered something she felt had been missing for awhile. But the memory, was that what it was, or was she just imagining things, seemed distant like it was missing too many pieces to be reckognized. She felt in her gut that this, whatever she had just remembered was real, that it was part of the reason why she had been incapable of remembering things lately.

"The time has come for the fulfillment to begin," she spoke the words to herslef, and as she spoke them she knew they were true. But what fulfillment was about to begin? Well of that, Tamantha wasn't quite sure. After she had spoken the words the note added more words onto the paper. It now told her she needed to go to the Hog's Head on August 14th.

She didn't have time to think about that now. She would try to figure out what was going on later. For now Tamantha needed to get dressed and get ready to go to work. Just because you find a magical note does not mean time stops and you no longer have responsibilities.

Sunny woke up freash and early that morning as she often did. She switched on her lamp and picked out her outfit. She put on a simple purple T-shirt with a geometric design on it that was many shades of blue, and jeans. She grabbed her jacket on her way out the door and started went for her normal morning walk. The air was chilly and her hands were getting cold, so she stuffed them in her pocket. She felt her hands touch something, a piece of paper. She could've sworn her pocket's were empty the night before. Sunny took the paper out of her pocket and unfolded it.

The time is at hand.

She went through multiple reactions. First, she felt suprise, she was a little dazed that the time had finally arrived. Then she felt excitement, she would get to be Sunny again. Well, officially, she still referred to herself as sunny, but to the rest of the world she was Isabelle. She had two books out under that name, Isabelle Flow. Finally she remembered that she was supposed to say something.

"The time had come for fullfillment to begin." The words twisted and morphed in front of her eyes.

Dear recipient,

Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.

The time is at hand.

U.M.B.R.A.

She felt the same mixture of emotins, this time followed by one other; Determination. She was determined to be part of....fullfillment beginning. Whaterever it was they were supposed to do; they could do it. Sunny walked around her block once before going back in her house to pack.

Tristan, better known as Truman now, found the note in one of his pockets just as he was in the middle of a photoshoot for a wedding. His dark eyes widened at the words scribbled on the paper, and his heart suddenly began to race, to beat a little faster. He had nearly forgotten about that… experience. He'd gotten used to life in Australia, he loved his new job, he found that he actually enjoyed carrying around a camera and seeing through its lens more than he had expected to when he first found the job. It was something exciting for him, and just when he though his life was made and he could live like a normal person… this note arrives.
He couldn't ignore this, though. He knew he, along with everyone else who had been in that room, was on a mission. He couldn't bail.

As soon as the wedding was over that night, the young man headed back to his apartment with a busy mind, many thoughts tangling themselves in his head. He wasn't very eager to head back to England, to complete that task they had been assigned so many years ago (I think this is years later… right?), not now when life was going so smoothly for him, when he'd found a steady job, something he had a passion for, and had learned to love life here in Australia. He was perfectly happy being Truman Rhys Othello, he didn't want to be Tristan Darius Coleman. Not again.

But despite all this, he knew he had no choice. So as soon as he reached his apartment, he got to work, pulling out his most valued belongings and beginning to pack.