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A Shadowy Cabal (Mod Acct) ([personal profile] synergismus) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-09-19 12:50 pm

( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

Who: Everyone!
What: Events around the city, any time.
Where: Everywhere in Baedal.
When: Whenever you’d like.
Notes:
  • Behold, your all-purpose open game log. There are a couple pre-written starters to help you generate new and open CR, and you may also use this post to start your own group activities or planned threads. GO WILD!
  • No one is late to this post. You may use it forever.
  • The companion thread for this post is right here!
  • DON'T THINK TOO HARD ABOUT IT JUST RP.
  • Helpful links: Neighbourhoods, City Map.
  • Lucky Pastry Advice for the Month of Velldaren: A truly rich life contains love and art in abundance.

Warnings: Zombie horrors in the appropriately titled ZOMBIES! thread, otherwise TBA. Please put warnings in subject lines of your comments if content warrants one.
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[personal profile] eventheskylooksdifferent 2012-10-15 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad to hear that, about your friends. That's good. And I know what you mean. The Inn is nice, everyone's nice there... but I want to get out. It's... I don't know. Creepy in its own way."

She can't put her finger on why, it just is. Maybe it's the constant stream of new arrivals. Maybe it's because everyone is so nice--like they're trying to hide something. She knows how that is.

This basket is settled; she shifts it over to join the others that are ready to go and she looks up at Tom again. "Already dead? Is your friend a vampire, or a ghost? Or something else?"

...And then it dawns on her that she said it out loud, and--okay, surely Tom is okay with discussion of this kind of thing, he brought it up, and she already sort of gathers that this city isn't like Gatlin. But not everyone grew up in a Caster family and not everyone is all right with the otherworldly, and she darts a furtive glance around in case one of those not-everyones is standing here working along this group of volunteers.