OPEN ⟹ [that yelling art meme from the iron giant goes here]

[fabrefactions]

WHO: Yusuke (fabrefactions) and anyone in the area who likes the idea of chALK ART
WHERE: Outside Palettes.
WHEN: 7/15
WHAT: just chalk art. Also, pictionary and probably shenanigans.
WARNINGS: I'm willing to bet money someone draws a dick.

( Under here )

[OPEN] catchall / dreams

[physix]

WHO: Akane Kurashiki and you!
WHERE: inside dreams
WHEN: July
WHAT: a series of escape room nightmares
WARNINGS: it's just mystery suspense thriller. I'll update this if necessary.
( unary game  )

[OPEN] catchall

[reaquila]

WHO: Nanashi and anyone wandering in dreams at this time
WHERE: The dreamverse  / in the city
WHEN:  throughout july
WHAT: disturbing nightmares in SMT fashion. + other prompts that may happen
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, blood and possible body horror.
( i'm still in a DREAMMMmm )

Look Closer Detective Togusa [Open]

[standalonehuman]

WHO: Togusa and you!
WHERE: Togusa's shiny new office at the Precinct
WHEN: Various points during the month
WHAT: Looking into Retrospec, for what it's worth, but even a dead end is worth something.
WARNINGS: None

The office is so quiet as compared to his old desk out in the middle of the bullpen. It's all a little new to Togusa, but it's conducive to work. He has wasted exactly zero time filling the office space with copies of all his files on Retrospec. Sure, he's got backups at home, and then backups of those backups on his external memory drive? But he wants to keep it away from Hikari, so he is preferring to pore over it all while here.

Mixed in are copies of some of the cases that have involved Retrospec users, whether Togusa was involved in them or not. Dante. James. Yukine Matsuoka. Most recently, Mio Sonozaki. Uninvolved in that case, save for coming across his best friend injured. Togusa knows he has to keep his distance, but he's the the copy right next to the others for the same reason: to watch for when and if they change, and Retrospec works their magic. It's still disturbing to watch his own handwriting turn into words he know he didn't write.

The file folder for October. Malik Ishtar. That one sits front and center on his desk like a loaded weapon, or a sharpened knife hanging over his seat. It sits there each day, untouched, around the rest of his work.

It's all a good cover for his current project. Anything he can get his hands on in reference to Mayor Mayer. His new promotion has given him a little more leeway to pursue investigations, a little less of an eye directly over his shoulder. He is only going to push that luck so far. But so far, the idea that the Mayor is a Retrospeccer doesn't seem to be panning out.