[Ikki is restless.

He's been up and down on top of the Coliseum three times. He's watched old black and white movies in the theater, and he's wandered the ballroom by himself for hours now. He's been restless ever since he rolled over and realized that he still hadn't met the person who wrote him that note. As a king, he ought to meet all of his subjects. All of them. Even the ones who try to stay anonymous.

He remains at the bar by himself for a long time, just sipping on a soda. And then he gets up. The note clutched in his hand, he monkeys up a nearby streetlamp and stands at the very tippy top without any trouble balancing whatsoever.]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIII!

[echo echo echo]

Listen up! Your Arch-Grand Overlord-sama speaking!

I know a couple of us got these. [He holds up his (wrinkled) note.] And I wanna know why. I don't care if you don't wanna know, but I wanna know. So. Give me everything you got. There has to be some reason for this. Someone's not telling me everything and I, as your gracious, awesome Storm King, Lord of the Winds and Grand Surveyor of Panties, want to know!

So get your ass over here and let's talk! Doesn't matter if I don't know you. It's time we did something around here, and this time, we all speak the same language!

[ooc: You heard the man. This is the IC discussion post mentioned here. Threadhopping is HIGHLY encouraged! Don't worry about order, just start talkin'. And don't worry about posting after me either, I'm kinda sicky feeling right now.]