I'm not even supposed to be here today!

[mightymorbid]

Who: Mozenrath, Requested NPCs
What: Visiting a temple consecrated to Shada, in the hopes of retrieving some answers and inquiring after possible work.
Where: Brock Marsh
When: Sukkardi, around dusk -- since Shada's time is night time.
Notes: I like pie. :|

( Mozenrath hadn't even the slightest reason to believe this was going to work. )

by the time you hear this i will have already spiralled up

[caballero]

Who: Bruce Wayne ~Tom~ and your character.
What: Daily life, some mundane, some not.
Where: Various places about the city.
When: Presently, though days vary.
Notes: This is kind of a pseudo-narrative whose primary purpose is background noise for what Bruce has been up to, but I decided I also wanted CR, so I'm leaving it open. >_> I think the easiest places to run into him would be around town (he's usually in Bonetown, when he's visible) or at the Vault, though if you have an idea for a specific scene please ping me. I WANT ALL THE THINGS.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, sexuality, assault.

( i would never do anything to let you cowards fuck my city up )

I won't come home till after I've shaken hands with native lands... 'cause I wanted water

[gotbottle]

Who: Rachel Conway and YOU
What: Swimming day
Where: Kincaid's gym, in Flyside, at the pool and hot tub
When: this afternoon and evening
Notes: If you want to assume your character was one of the friends texted below for meeting-up purposes, have at! Or if you want to catch her on her way there or home, or just have some network-post-style chatting, we can do that too, just say so in your tag.
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.

In the morning, a text message goes out to all her friends:

Finally getting around to swimming. Kincaid's, Flyside, I'll probably be there about 2 and stay for a couple hours. Come join if you want!

It takes her a while to get moving that morning--she's still not sleeping well, still having weird dreams that she can't grasp on awakening any farther than the unsettled feelings they leave her with. She's still reading that diary she found, too, fascinated by the way so much of this woman's life parallels her own.

But she does eventually get going, out running errands for a while, then a quick lunch. And then it's over to Flyside on the train, to avail herself of the pool. They're quiet today, and she's glad for that as she changes into a two-piece swimsuit in the locker room and stows the rest of her things.

She hits the water at once, tearing through it with surprising power and ferocity, back and forth and back and forth in her lane. She's told people she loses herself in the water, shedding her worries and leaving behind everything but the present moment, and that's true; today, however, losing herself is a plan of attack, not a happy circumstance. She needs the exercise, wants to wear herself down a little, prays she can either let go or tire herself enough that tonight she sleeps and tomorrow she feels more herself. Up and down the lane she goes, over and over until her muscles ache.

She spends a little while in the nearby hot tub to both soothe her poor out-of-practice muscles, and to try to lull herself into a more relaxed state. She'll get out, soon, shower, dress, and slowly make her way back home.

And on the seventh day

[obscuredvision]

Who: Ava Lockhart and YOU
What: Helping the sick while stealthily engaged in The Worst Plan Ever
Where: one of Toivo's temples
When: this afternoon
Notes: If you'd like to catch her on her way to or from the temple, that's fine, just say it in your tag! Also the Worst Plan Ever, not that she will admit to this any time soon, is to get herself sick on purpose in hopes that it induces a fresh set of visions. GJ AVA :|
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.

Six times Ava has come to this temple and things have been uneventful. Sure, she sticks out like a sore thumb, between the complete lack of medical knowledge or training and the fashionable outfits and three-inch heels, but she genuinely wants to help and does whatever the other volunteers, the doctors, and the attendants tell her to do without hesitation or question. And when she doesn't have directions she busies herself tending to people, draping a blanket here, getting a drink of water there, holding hands everywhere.

Six times, things have been simple.

But today, the seventh day, she glances down at a man stretched on a bench as she spreads a blanket over him. And when he smiles up at her she recognizes his face from an old vision.

He's here to die. He'll die before she leaves today.

She steps outside, hand pressed to her mouth, and she manages to keep her composure all the way down the front steps and around the nearest corner. There, leaning against the temple wall, she lets herself sob, all her pent-up frustration and lack of direction pouring out in the wake of that shocking moment.

It's not fair. She's so used to knowing what she needs to do, being able to help people. Save people. And she can't do that here, not properly, because she's not sure anymore that the visions she had at home apply here. She needs new information, needs to trigger that dormant ability anew.

She just hadn't counted on being affected so much, personally, by what she's set out to do. By the real people in there, relying on the help of others.

When she's sure she can hold herself together again, she comes back inside, chin up, glancing around at the people working in the temple to see if anyone has anything for her to do.

There'll be lots of time and wine (closed)

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Who: Tadhg MacEibhir and Angela Montenegro.
What: A picnic date! With dessert first.
Where: Starts at the Valhalla, will move to Barrackham because trees.
When: Noon on Sukkardi until however late it goes.
Warnings: It is Angela and Tadhg, so probably frank language at least.

( Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine )

(no subject)

[hexing]

Who: Wanda and Remy
What: Investigating the catacombs and tunnels under the city
Where: ... the tunnels
When: Mid-evening, Misdi
Notes: PLOTS
Warnings: Stand by.

Subterranean tunnels are not exactly a new one on any superhero (or villain) from Wanda and Remy's world. Dark, dank, creepy, and prone to unsettling sounds--at this point, Wanda is no longer as fazed as she probably ought to be, but that doesn't mean she's letting her guard down. She navigates the tunnels with care, keeping some attention on where Remy is. While she doubts they'll get separated for any reason, the flashlight she carries only illuminates so much of the tunnel up ahead, and the steady drip of liquid makes it hard to focus on any other sounds that might indicate another presence in the area.

However, something does sneak through. Wanda stops, looking up at Remy.

"Did you hear that?"

It sounds like electricity--almost akin to television static. It's very quiet, but it's also constant.