Aug. 21st, 2011

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Who: Severus Snape & Ilde Decima.
What: Science.
Where: An atypical apothecary, somewhere shady.
When: Presently.
Notes: Hurrah.
Warnings: Narrative discussion of speciesism and cultural bigotry, overshadowing tones of that nature.

He hears the first query in the morning only vaguely. His employer would no doubt like him to take every job that floats by, no matter how juvenile or absurd, for profit; it's a shame that the thing his newfound success rests on is the very same thing that picks through contract jobs with such discerning taste. Severus has no interest in mass production, or diluting the quality of his work to increase the quantity of it. So it's only when the second query reaches him that he actually pays it any mind.

In the evening, he's working in the basement room of the shop complex that passes for his office, too engrossed in reading to mind the time.
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Who: Integra Hellsing and you.
What: I've not posted Integra in a million years.
Where: Various places.
When: Today!
Notes: Integra will be out investigating a supposedly haunted house in the district nearest Sobek Croix, Sangwine. If you are a Hellsing agent, feel free to poke the boss lady out pulling field agent shifts. If you are anybody, feel free to run into her returning back to HQ. If you are a Hellsing agent or anyone who has an appointment at Hellsing, feel free to meet her back at the ranch. Please specify what and where in your tag.
Warnings: Blud. :E

Haunted houses are not Integra's forte, to be sure, but she suspects (correctly) this is no haunted house. In time, discovers the living, chameleon organism that had grown over the basement door to hide itself, and goes about killing the damn thing. An entire basement made of flesh, covered in ever-shifted eyes and arms. At least the people it abducted were all alive, if carrying notably less blood than before.

She walks her horse back to the guild hall as the sun sets, in no mood to clean blood and gore off her horse's tack as well as all of herself. In the first floor's muck room, she goes about attempting to clean up enough to be getting on with, listening to her aid recite her messages and notes as she does.
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Who: Edward Nigma and Rachel Conway
What: a meal and some telling of stories/sharing of info
Where: Cafe Handwavium, somewhere in the city
When: Shundi, in the evening
Notes: n/a
Warnings: Potential for high levels of animated chatter. :|a


Rachel's waylaid a bit at the end of her shift, a customer lingering. By the time she's washed up, split up the tip jar, and headed out, she's worried she'll be late.

But she makes good time, managing to get to the place only a handful of minutes after the agreed-upon time. She glances in one of the cafe's big picture windows at the front, looking to see if she can spy Eddie inside, if he's arrived already, as she's on her way to the entrance.
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Who: Ilde Decima & Ivan
What: An inquiry, a conversation, a lack of car, assumed makeouts to close.
Where: Chimer Drive-in.
When: Sukkardi night, let's say?
Notes: Written on gdocs and formatted here for your viewing pleasure!
Warnings: Discussion of mind control and influence.

she thought a lot, analytically, about other people’s feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated )

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