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multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
synergismus) wrote in multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- dean winchester,
- dominica norrington,
- hellboy,
- integra hellsing,
- jack benjamin,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- lyla tzigano,
- martel,
- npc,
- rachel conway,
- rodolphus lestrange,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } apollo,
- } ashley barton,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } ianto jones,
- } jack harkness,
- } james norrington,
- } jysiri,
- } lex luthor,
- } malcolm sandhurst,
- } mina barrett,
- } robert lewis,
- } sita
How many goodly creatures are there here! :: GAME OPENER
Welcome to Baedal.
These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.
They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.
Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.
It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.
There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:
It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.
((OOC post for discussion and coordination.))
These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.
They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.
Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.
It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.
There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:
It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.
((OOC post for discussion and coordination.))
no subject
She didn't want to think about Tom.
Ever again.
She decided it would be best to make a quick escape and now that the sun had mercifully set, she was on her way out. Yet, as she crossed the common room, she noticed him. It seemed impossible not to notice him really. There was just something...she couldn't put words to it. It wasn't predator's taint. He was no Kindred. But she couldn't help but stop to stare.
Which was ironic, since she was usually the one being stared at. After all, it wasn't every day you saw a woman in a pin-striped suit and fedora. At least not in 1930s Chicago.