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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[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.