008; OPENISH. smoke and ash.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe, open to anyone who'd come visit at Mitchell's/is there already.
What: A general post for the duration of the plot.
Where: Mitchell's flat.
When: Next couple weeks.
Notes: Beware of gnostic and other spiritual narrative rambling.
Warnings: inherent blasphemy?

( the price we paid, so the people say. )

what about all those things we said

[boomvox]

Who: Jae, Sunny. Monsters.
What: This is as close to the apocalypse as these versions have ever been - Sunny has good timing, Jae sucks at being a warrior.
Where: Creekside.
When: Towards the end of week 1.
Notes: Making up for failing while on hiatus, HERE'S A MILLION WORDS?
Warnings: Violence, disturbing imagery, tw for claustrophobia + drowning.

Weeks ago, over cocktails, Jae had asserted that if Baedal was an apocalypse, or a militant society, that he'd be useless – he's not a combatant, he's a DJ, he's only got so much rope and it's not going to do a whole lot beyond trip (or hang) himself in a war zone. Well, okay, that's a really mangled metaphor, but the point is: when the world began to fall apart, Jae locked his door and shoved a sofa up against his balcony windows and informed his various gigs he was canceling until further notice. (Everyone was, thankfully, quite understanding – one group hasn't gotten back to him, or anyone; ( he tries not to think about it.) )

don't make me cry

[ironshodboots]

Who: Nazca Barsavi, Don Draper
What: Blood and guts
Where: Somewhere between Gallmarch and Raven's Gate (Creeksideish?)
When: A bit after reality had holes ripped through.
Notes: Sorry, Don.
Warnings: Aftermath of violence, character death.

( feet don't fail me now. )