Jan. 14th, 2012

meanwhileback: (burning the candles)
[personal profile] meanwhileback
Who: Penelope Lane
What: A horrible accident, and its aftermath
Where: Chimer, about four blocks from Penelope and Ruby's apartment
Notes: If you'd like your character to come upon the scene and/or notice what happened, feel free to tag in! Obviously Penelope's too out of commission to do much interacting, though.
Warnings: Violence and fairly serious injury.



Chimer at night is dead space. Especially at this time of year, when it's cold and damp and windy and pitch-dark, there's only very rarely anyone outside walking a dog at most, and even then, they're hustling along, bundled head to toe, praying to any of the city's gods that will hear them to let their business be over with as soon as possible.

Which is why, as Penelope rushed home from a long night of putting in overtime at her studio, as she so often has been in the past month or two, she never saw it coming.

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Afterwards, the official report would state, and the media would report, that it was a carriage accident, a hit-and-run, most likely a runaway-horse situation that knocked her to the ground, rendering her unconscious, and caused some moderate injury. Anyone who knows the truth would know things were a little more fishy than that. A hit-and-run, for example, could conceivably cause the broken arm, ankle and various deep bruises and other small wounds, but likely in totally different areas, and they definitely wouldn't stop to deliberately pose the victim's body before fleeing the scene.

They certainly wouldn't leave a note claiming that the victim deserved what they got because they were a filthy witch who has been using black magic to taint their fair city, and that there would be more of the same coming to anyone else who practiced their corrupt manipulations.

But of course, none of that would make the newspapers. All they would say is that a local Chimer woman, a recent arrival who had rocketed to prosperity in a shockingly brief period of time after starting a thriving business, was involved in an accident early Sukkardi morning.

The papers would further report that as of press time, the woman has been confirmed to be in Fair condition.
hexing: (pic#1091147)
[personal profile] hexing
Who: Wanda Maximoff and Remy LeBeau.
What: A trip up to a balcony. Three years' RP canon culminates in something awesome.
Where: East Gidd!
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes: :)
Warnings: Fucking adorable. Uh, idk, they're a couple, it's great.


i'd feel you burning bright to guide me home. )
selfmadman: (pic#1201637)
[personal profile] selfmadman
Who: Don and Will
What: Heavy machinery.
Where: Tinker's Lot
When: LET'S SAY Veerdi
Notes: I think I did the blockquote right this time!
Warnings: Cigarette smoke contains carbon monoxide.


Malfoy had given him a name, a location; there he gets a few more names, days to try the bazaar and rough descriptions of vendors. Shops sell parts and machines that can be cannibalized. He sifts through boxes of scrap, one day runs across a Marlin hood ornament that's been turned into a necklace. Along the way a man with skin that crumbles like rotting leaves fingers the puckered scar at his chin and mentions the lot.

Don keeps track of all this himself. He likes maintaining the truck: it's absorbing work, and the results are right there for him to see. It's good to know it's waiting out there in the barn.

He enters Tinker's Lot for the first time with a list in his back pocket and a hand-drawn map he has to show someone to make sure it's oriented the right way. The place is parts and more parts scattered into the distance, corpses of vehicles that have been picked clean, looming contraptions that move with alarming unpredictability. He hates to gawk, but he has no choice as he picks his way through the yard.

He catches a hint of motor oil in the air.
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[personal profile] forourqueen
Who: Gabriel & Random Meetings
What: Rogues do what rogues do best. Stalk people.
Where: Valhalla Inn -> Mafaton -> Who knows?
When: Sukkardi the 14th, Ruudary
Warnings: Some zombie gore.




Gabriel had never really expected anything else from this place, so the outrage from the violent scenes shown in the CiDs didn't bother him. Humans were evil, xenophobic assholes. Nothing new there. It just proved that this place was no different from Azeroth, and you could never be safe if you were a little bit different. (Then again, where was the fun in that?) If they acted this way towards the 'xenians', how would they treat the undead?

The fact that he could move almost anywhere unseen was a plus for someone that could be mistaken for someone far too interested in brains (not that he didn't mind a bite or two) but it made things a bit difficult when it came to moving Styx away from Valhalla. He needed to get away from that place and the multitude of confused newcomers, but the skeletal horse wasn't exactly easy to hide.... and it lacked Gabriel's stealthing skills. What kind of place would take such an animal, and how could he find out if he could not speak to people?

So what do you do about something like that? Beat up a guy, steal his clothes and hide yourself, of course! A hoodie was a bit odd for someone used to leather armor, but it covered up his rotted face quite well, especially combined with a scarf. Adding gloves and a baggy pair of pants, he looked fairly incognito. Enough to go out on the streets without hiding in the shadow, invisible for the naked eye... and hopefully he could meet people to wring out information from.

Even if they needed a sharp incentive.

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