Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: Open to all residents of Baedal.
What: Nasty signs.
Where: All over the city, but mainly near xenian/cruorvore positive establishments. Mafaton, Howl Barrow, Chnum, etc.
When: Shundi evening.
Notes: Players are welcome to spot the posters all over town and try to remove them -- some will come off easily, others will be held fast by magical means, no one will try and stop them, but there may be covert surveillance of postered areas. Should anyone need an NPC or mod, just give us a shout on AIM/plurk/email.
Warnings: Intolerance.

The following poster has been plastered to walls along the borders of Mafaton, outside known cruorvore bars, and near other, openly xenian-friendly establishments.

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[paintfromlife.livejournal.com]

The first time Pickman sees one of the posters, he has to laugh.

He feels like he's been punched in the gut, and he has to laugh, because he doesn't know what else to do. Of all the obstacles he had expected to deal with when he took his path, this had never come to mind.

The initial burst of laughter fades into giggling, in little chirpy spurts, as he walks up to the wall, and starts to pull the poster down, careful not to rip it at all. Careful, careful. He's going to take this home. He's going to keep it. A souvenir.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

Asbjørn had been having some 'quiet time' most of the day, up in the forested areas along the north border of the city, but decided to swing by Howl Barrow in the evening to pick up something he'd left at work. That's when he sees a few posters, and stops. Although he is definitely not a cruorvore, it creates a deep-seated sense of unease.

He probably doesn't even realise he's letting off a few inhuman chuffing noises while he stands there reading, but considering how he's spent his day, it's unsurprising that that part of him is close to the surface.

Anna: in Aspic

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((OOC Warning: Anna has dispensation from Integra to mind-whammy people if necessary, which for her will mean Entrancement. Let me know if your character plans to threaten her, and we'll work it out.))

To Anna, most of the insult comes from the fact that the posters exist at all. The kine are supposed to exist in something like blissful ignorance, and the self-important language of this particular bit of propaganda is insult to injury. Of course vampires prey in this area, she thinks with a kind of exasperation. It's what we do.

Or it would be, at least, in any normal city. In any normal city, Aspic's chaos and diversity would have made it ideal hunting grounds. Here, though, any vampire would be a fool to make such a spectacle as feeding without permission, rendering the entire concept of "hunting" somewhat obsolete. And that's the other part of the insult of the posters: that these "cruorvore"-haters really thought her kind were that stupid.

In short, Anna is more than happy at her assignment to remove the damned things, and well suited for the job. Though she's not fast enough to blur as she runs through the alleys, her speed is nevertheless easily more than human, and her dark hair streams behind her. One poster, though, forces her to pause: it's held down by more than tape, and seems stuck no matter how she claws at it. Anna lets out an involuntary hiss of frustration.

[wandandsickle]

"Here, love, let me get that--" Jones makes a motion with one hand, and the magic holding the poster to the wall dissolves, letting it come away in Anna's hand easily. "What is this, anyway?" She'd been heading home toward Flyside on her way from the forge in Stoneshell.

[manipulativni.livejournal.com]

Katherine doesn't typically frequent the vampire-friendly bars or neighborhoods, mainly because if she can, she'd like to keep what she is a secret. It's not exactly necessary, but it's what she's used to doing - hiding what she is and eating her meals in secret, either by finding someone to compel and feed off of or simply killing them and disposing of the body when she's done. In any case, since she doesn't stop by the more monster-friendly areas very often, she didn't see the signs as soon as she might have otherwise. She's been wondering lately if it would be a good idea to drop the facade, but finding a sign posted on the front entrance of her apartment building has just made the decision that much easier.

Or maybe somebody already knows.

She tries to tear it down to take a closer look at it, maybe get a clue about who set it up, but it's not coming off. She tries again, but nothing. The more she tries to remove it with no avail, the angrier she becomes, and finally she screams in frustration, leaving a mark on the front of the door as her fingernails scrape across it.

It's then that Katherine realizes what she's doing, what it could mean if someone's seen what she's just done, and her breath catches in her throat. She swallows, hard, and stares at the door for a moment before backing and turning away, keeping her head down as she walks the street, hoping to find a drug store nearby so she can fix what she's done to her nails. What to do about the door will be trickier; maybe she can make an leave an anonymous note about the damage, or maybe she can even make an outraged call about it to throw off suspicion. It occurs to her to call Isobel, let her know about this, but when she tries to dial her CiD number she discovers it's gone dead.

She's back to being the only one from home here, and it doesn't feel as free as it used to.