brother what're you gonna do with a 9mm and a three piece suit?

[goodsoldier]

Who: OPEN
What: an underground fight night. place your bets.
Where: a warehouse in Griss Twist
When: evening
Notes: Jason is fighting in the main bout, but there is at least one other one, so feel free to make up details for that or others. I'll put up one subsection specifically for Jason's fight and directly after his match. That's primarily for Lisa, but anyone else could harass him if you felt so moved.
Warnings: not especially explicit violence.

The warehouse is an old venue and this evening's organizers old hands. The small arena sits low, not quite a pit, and it's standing room only. Plenty of drink is being sold, and a little food, at mostly reasonable prices. The lighting is harsh, the air is smoky, the sound of people spectating and jeering and arguing is muted yet immense, partially suppressed by the murk of the warehouse and the jaded atmosphere. But the evening's early yet.

In a side room, grubby tables and a varied assortment of seating is available. Some desultory gambling is going on. Substances may be purchased discreetly, deals are being made, and one table in the corner is the unofficially designated area to place bets.

A few matches are set to take place. The ultimate total will depend on how fast they come to an end, who showed up, and if there are any adventurers in the crowd. The main event has a designated time and is between a known fighter with a good reputation, and a newcomer. It hasn't been hyped much, but for regulars, that may be more promising than if it had been.

the hands of those monsters, ever cutting and scraping

[asklepios]

Who: Adam Monroe and Benevenuta Crispo
What: The first attempt. (If at first you don't succeed--)
Where: A few blocks away from Thames, in Flyside
When: Newdi evening
Notes: The polyvores never end. (Also, for clarity, this particular attack is not driven by Vicious' influence - he hasn't been in the city long enough - but will provide helpful context for later conflicts.)
Warnings: Blood, violence, temporary death (immortals just walk it off, yo). Self-injury to demonstrate healing properties.

( have respected nonetheless the pristine majesty of her firm, straight body at its destructive games )

the cells I am at the moment will soon die

[aldabeyoun]

Who: (Nj/L)oki
What: Lesson One: Wax On. Wax off.
Where: Njoki's flat in Mafaton.
When: The first Shundi in Velldaren
Warnings: Nothing yet, but assume there's a risk of gore and bad language.

It wasn't the most auspicious of introductions, but Njoki is sure that it's only fair to properly judge someone once she's met and assessed them in person. Surety aside, Ki feels that it's a wise idea to judge and write people off from whatever contact she feels is necessary, but she's been making a valiant effort to overcome that.

Usually she fails.

Today, she's made some small steps toward improvement and has invited a potential student over to her flat. With most of the business transpiring in the Undercity, Mafaton is unnervingly quiet during the day but far easier to navigate. Njoki's flat and workspace is a small apartment above a used clothing store that specializes in period pieces. It's clearly marked by a hanging sign decorated with her name and a couple of symbols that hint at her practice - a playing card, a dove's heart, and a lit candle.