if you'd seen what i've seen

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: Mafaton's latest Sheriff, her various underlings and any aspiring deputy hopefuls.
What: Open interviews for folks who feel life is too long are interested in the open deputy positions.
Where: Mafaton's Sheriff Office (under repair)
When: Hours flexible.
Notes: For some deets on the sheriff, hop to this informative page.
Warnings: Doubtful if any.

Mafaton is rebuilding. It's a slow but sure process, one the city is well used to. New people are moving in, old people are moving up. Same goes for Mafaton's own Sheriff's Office. The building was targeted in the riots, and the old Sheriff's gone missing presumed dead.

( There is a new Sheriff now. )

i think back home they think i've lost my mind

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and "Vanessza Bernát"
What: What's the use of kind turns, if you can't call in a favour? A little bit of patching up ensues.
Where: Eventually, Syriac Well.
When: Veerdi night.

It's a good thing, Lucius Malfoy reflects, that he had advocated to her the benefits of the kindness of strangers.

Or else this might seem unusual.

Not that there is much unusual about his current circumstance. A normal Veerdi evening in Baedal should see a wizard peeling back the mock up bandaging he's fashioned from conjured silk, soaked through with blood, and evaluating the damage. More complaint in the furrow of his brow for the torn fabric than broken skin, but then again, he isn't looking at that latter thing as closely as he ought, and he's already magically numbed the injury so as best to carry on with his fucking day. The charm had worn out by sundown, however, and he can feel the encroaching beginnings of human pain needling at his senses.

He runs the tap to let red come off his palm and spiral down the silver drain. A train has pulled in at the station, audible even in the public bathroom he has claimed for himself and magically locked against unwanted intruders. In the narrative, this implies a state of crossroads. Except he usually Apparates.

Hand clean, he takes out his CiD. Hesitates, as is only fitting. They call him 'family'.

you implied you are a doctor

And waits.

( citizens should not fear their government. this will be enforced. )

[serjeant]

Who: Seoraj & Bruce
What: Some furniture moving, some lunch, some social awkwardness. (Bruce.)
Where: Starting in Bruce's Bonetown apartment.
When: Sukkardi, midday.
Warnings: None currently.

No matter how strong you are, spending a morning moving furniture (and up stairs, which is about as much fun as trying to get a goat to back down them, not that this is something he's ever actually done) is a pain in the arse. It could be worse, and for all that he's quiet and a bit of an odd thing, Tom's sort of good company; curious company, anyway. Seoraj isn't entirely sure what to make of him - sometimes he's sure they're getting on, and conversation is easy (if sometimes strange), and then other moments he can't tell what's going on in the other man's head but he can tell he's not invited to the party.

He's mostly opted to err on the side of letting Tom tell him to push off if he wants to. He hasn't, yet.