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Who: Penelope Lane, a very traumatized-looking Wolfgang Einhorn, and YOU! YES, YOU!!! GET OVER HERE
What: The open casting call for Penelope's fashion line! Also known as "Models A-Go-Go" or "The Trolliest Place On Earth".
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Specifically, the Ballroom. (Yes, it has one. It's a hotel, isn't it?)
When: Coardi, Ceidary 16th. Also known as "Today". Doors open at noon!
Notes: I'll post two thread starters, one for mingling amongst one another in the waiting area, where you should feel free to post WILDLY about how ridiculous this all is, get into fights, etc, and another for your own personal threads with Penelope, where she will decide if you are ~what she wants~. If you want to post elsewhere (outside the Valhalla being attacked by jellyfish, having a smoke break out back, snorting coke in the bathrooms, whatever) feel free!! Just make a note where it is in the subject. Y'all know the drill!
Warnings: Cursing, trollery, diva behavior. Possibly giant sky-jellyfish harassing the building. The usual.

Signs posted in the lobby and hallways of the Valhalla direct interested parties back past the dining hall to a large, seldom-used room, helpfully labeled "Ballroom" in several different languages, many not remotely native to Earth. Inside, the carpeted room is otherwise similar to general design scheme of the Valhalla, except slightly dustier. Several rows of folding chairs have been set up in a sort of airport-style waiting area to the side, and far to the end of the room sits a long table.

Seated smack in the center of that table is Penelope Lane, The Grand Bitch Herself, smoking a cigarette and looking for all the world like she's enormously dissatisfied with just about everything she can possibly think of. On the table in front of her is a notebook and pen, an ashtray, and a polaroid camera. Somewhere, a radio is playing through slightly crackly speakers.

At the entrance, a small table has been set up with a stack of carefully typed applications and a handwritten sign, instructing that applicants should take one and sit in the waiting area to fill out the paperwork until the number at the top of their form is called.

It's all very professional, or it would be, if there weren't the threat of giant killer sky-jellyfish floating around outside eating people. This has, understandably, put something of a damper on the occasion. But as they say, the show must go on. Because Penelope says so. Damnit.

caballero

Who: Tom and Wolfgang.
What: Months later, Bruce properly checks in on the young man whose video he released to the network - after he confirms what the younger man's been up to lately.
Where: Badside.
When: Presently.
Warnings: References to violence.

( but i'm not sure )

baedalites

Who: Horrid sky-cnidaria and you
What: A couple days of gently drifting, but hungry, frands.
Where: All over the city.
When: Misdi night and throughout the next couple days.
Notes: Jump in, battle some critters, get eaten, whatever pleases you.

As the first of the pre-dawn light filtered over the city, the wind shifted.

The first funk of spring in a busy city is swept away by a strong norwest'er of sharply salt-scented air from the sea. Intermingled with this weather front, is a large, drifting cloud of giant, gas-filled predatory siphonophores. These creatures, looking like giant versions of their earthly cousins, drift and move with the wind and blow in over the city proper. They will remain hovering over the city until the wind shifts them back out to sea. Once the glowing lights of the siphonophores are spotted by sailors out on the edge of Raven's Gate, the alarm is raised back on land and a message is sent out to all citizens.

They hunt by drifting along, lowering arms lined with poisonous barbs and flickering lights, paralyzing their prey and then lifting their insensate meals up to large, gastric bells for digestion.

Fire wards off and wounds the creatures and puncturing their gas floats can bring one of the beasts crashing down. Still, they are a resilient lot and over the next few days, there will be a dramatic reduction of feral urban animals. Sheriffs and the Militia will be out in force, working to secure the city and protect the citizentry.

wingwalker

Who: GG & Xas.
What: Nattering in and about church.
Where: Cathedral of the Holy Cross.
When: Shundi, 13th of Ceidary.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings: Religion? I'll edit if anything comes up.

( we'll wait for our miracle )

apotropaic

Who: Open log. EVERYONE GET IN HERE.
What: Cockatrice Crafts --Baedal's brand new craft fair/market!
Where: Howl Barrow.
When: Sukkardi 12th of Ceidary.
Notes: This is an open post for everybody since we have so many new people joining. There'll be a sub sections in the post itself for general areas but other than that, feel free to mash you characters together like Barbies!
Warnings: None yet.

Baedal is a city that never sleeps, but everyone likes a long-lie in on a Sukkardi morning. At eleven o’clock, the Howl Barrow is climbing to a weekend buzz but it’s not quite there yet. But right off Carnelian Street, Cockatrice Markets is already has its doors open –and bubbles are floating down the street in welcome!

The Market is housed in what once would have been a small, high ceilinged factory building, but the inside and outside has now been painted all manner of colours and murals by local artistic residents. There are tables inside the airy structure, as well as in the outside alleyway, and a large mosaic chandelier dangles outside the entranceway.

It’s free entrance, fun, and like most places in Howl Barrow, friendly and inviting.

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler & Sebastian LeMat.
What: Insomniac chatter.
Where: A late night diner in Flyside.
When: In the wee hours of Shundi.
Notes: We are transplanting from a meme BECAUSE WE CAN.
Warnings: None as of yet.

( There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry. )

gramarye

Who: Ilde Decima and Wolfgang Einhorn
What: A fairy and a witch investigate the river.
Where: The Gross Tar by Echomire
When: Givdi afternoon
Warnings: Creepy spooky stuff, violence, human death, animal death. TWs for discussion of suicide, sexual assault/rape.

( bloody murderer, let me rest in peace. when I was yours, you fled the scene; now you can't wash your hands of me. )

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier, Olivia Dunham (prime) and Rachel Conway.
What: Various appointments.
Where: The Glory Shada.
When: Backdated to a couple of weeks ago, for whenever is convenient.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

On Newdi to Givdi, Charles Xavier keeps the usual nine to five office hours at the Glory Shada unless otherwise organised (i.e. nocturnal clients, people who need the discretion, others who need some advice but don't have the marks) and Veerdi morning eight until twelve acts as a drop-in hours. It's ideal for anyone who has been working up the courage or simply has a few questions that can be answered quickly.

His office is removed enough from the medical parts of the building that it doesn't having that lingering smell of disinfectant; he's done his best to set it up as a calm place with comfortable seating. A few pictures drawn by children --presumably patients-- decorate the walls. One appears to be a crayoned rendition of a man in a cardigan with a smiley face standing next to a small boy with a big smile sprouting fire from his hands. Even in Baedal, wobbly thank-you drawings are a constant.

The good doctor himself can most likely be found sitting behind his desk, taking care of paperwork or reading from various medical books, whilst waiting for knocks on his door.

gramarye

Who: Wolfgang
What: A strange event in the river.
Where: The Gross Tar between Dog Fenn and Badside
When: Coardi evening
Warnings: Animal death

( painted the house black as night; when the sun came up, the house was white. )

thenormalsquint

Who: Angela and Barbara
What: Trying to reconnect with many feels.
Where: Babs' House
When: Newdi evening
Warnings: None as of yet.

She's only been gone about a week, but it feels like it's been so much longer than just a few days for Angela. Coming back to a place like Baedal is always bittersweet. Angela was more than happy being back home, seeing her father, her friends, even the cafeteria lady at the Jeffersonian who always snuck her an extra piece of chocolate cake. Her memory of any alternate universe was gone, fuzzy at the very best. It felt like nothing more than just a forgotten vague dream if she even did manage to squeeze something from her mind.

Life was good.

But now she's back, standing on Barbara's doorstep, hesitating whether she should ring the doorbell, knock, or just turn around and walk away. So many things were left unsaid between them. It was a fast friendship, one Angela dearly needs now that Brennan has gone home herself. Will Babs want to see her? Angela doesn't know. She's seen how differently people respond to others leaving and coming back. Some are grateful to see their friends once more, others are angry, rightfully so, for abandoning them. It's a flip of the coin here and the quarter Angela would usually flip is the round black plastic button encased in gold plated metal right next to the front door.

It's a gamble. This ain't Vegas, but Angela takes chances. This woman gets things done and that includes pushing her finger against a doorbell.

toooldforlosing

Who: Raylan Givens and you
What: Checking in
Where: Sundry points
When: Shundi(ish)
Notes:
Warnings: none so far

If it were up to Raylan, he'd probably never take a day off. However, it is not up to him, as Norrington so carefully pointed out, and every now and then he needs to do something other than work.

Usually, this would mean jogging, target practice, and drinking, roughly in that order, but since the sky nearly fell in, Raylan hasn't had a free moment to check on much of anyone. (Much like home, the bigger the mess, the bigger the pile of paperwork, it seems.) He doesn't know a great many people in Baedal beyond exchanging pleasantries, but could stand to check in.

Instead of calling, though, like a normal person, he just wanders around people's normal haunts and places of business so that he can see they're in one piece. Mainly Mog Hill, but he's not averse to going farther. He may even end up at the Vault, briefly, which is arguably more trouble than just texting a person.

Raylan isn't, and never has been, one to do things the easy way.

cestrumnocturnum

Who: Benji Ryans and You!
What: The city is rebuilding itself, and as does everyone else. Benji about town.
Where: Various places!
When: Many times!
Notes: An open log! Refer to the post content for starter ideas. Hit me up if you'd like me to set up anything! Otherwise, go for gold. Suggestions: daylit Mafaton, Aspic, Badside, Brock Marsh, but you know, wherever is clever, Trevor, ask if you're unsure. (Also dream things are welcome, if you are keen, but let me know first in plurk or PM.)
Warnings: Dead eye stares, and teal deers below. Will add as they occur.

There is a morning where she brings her violin with her. The case gets laid out on the street, and her first attempt at playing levels off into obscurity; that no one wants to listen to mediocre musicianship for long at least saves her from the agony of completing the piece. She never necessarily performs; she sits on the stone steps of some building that's being advertised for lease, lanky legs together and aside, ankles crossed, a demure shape in black and grey and an aura of unkemptness that speaks more of habit than it does being windswept and interesting. She thinks of Victorian literature with unusually talented orphans busking for bread, and remembers her cousin playing the piano with her to an audience of three to five, cigarette smoke in the air and then slightly condescending applause, and quietly attempts to play again.

She won't earn much even then, but at least this time, the music winds complete over the cobble stones, mewling out its stilted melody.

Her errands take her to different reaches of the city. She has an allowance for cab fare and train rides, but likes to walk; it's a good way to get to know the city, even if it means setting aside a couple of hours for slower travel. Since signing up with the Personification Initiative, she's been able to earn wages for the first time in her life. Frivolous forays into playing music on the street corners have been exactly that: frivolous. She teaches literacy to adults, those who arrive in Baedal without the necessary skills to survive. She hears about the Spatters, as well, and the House that offers similar services, and occasionally winds up walking those streets, attempting to avoid the ones where it seems like the Fog is thicker than usual.

Food is bought in outdoor markets in early mornings, contributing a little to what she takes from Njoki's pantry. Sometimes she will even sit down somewhere and buy some tea and a muffin and feel incredibly indulgent for it. Clothing is primarily bought from second hand places, judged by its practicality and comfort and whatever aesthetics she's feeling that day. Books are usually borrowed from the Library, dependent on their availability, and usually not for herself, but those she tries to teach. She is not an expert, but knows that people will only do things if they want to do things, and she selects nonfictions of vivid interest, slim short story compilations, things she thinks those she tutors would find interesting.

At night, she sleeps. Sometimes she dreams.

incaptivity

Who: Hal & Ivan
What: A Talk.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Ambiguously backdated sometime after this.
Warnings: None yet!

When he'd said Ivan could find him at the Inn, he hadn't intended for it to be an absolute certainty, but in the days that follow the swap meet he rarely leaves his room, let alone the building. He'd been slipping since he first found himself in the arrival room; after the events of the party, he could feel himself falling another rung lower, then another—Ilde had been one thing, but the thought of facing Mr. Snow was quite another—and the only way he knows to stop it is the way Leo had taught him: isolation and routine.

This evening, he's ventured so far as the library, where he has taken up a chair and a table in the corner, apparently the only guest keen on exploring the wonders of 1st century Roman plumbing.

(It was next on the shelf, all right. He has a system. Better this than letting his mind wander, even for a second.)

caballero

Who: ~~Bruce Wayne~~ "Tom" and you?
What: Some new stuff and some old stuff; there are a couple of thread starters but otherwise it's totally open.
Where: Various places - default starter is Bonetown, but if you'd like to bump into Kermit elsewhere, ping me to wrangle an idea, the world is our oyster.
Notes: I want your CR and I want your revenge. Tho I apologize ahead of time - Bruce is not really proactive socially so if you want to hurl your character at him you might have to be the one to poke him with a stick. Also his permissions post has been updated, so if you haven't interacted with him before it's worth a read. I'M SORRY THIS CHARACTER IS SO DIFFICULT.
Warnings: TBA.

( they've all returned resting on the mountain side )

lt_boomer

Who: Sharon and you?
What: Sharon finally needs something to do
Where: The arena, sundry points around the city
When: various times on Givdi
Notes: The arena post is the only hook I have, but feel free to start something else! PM me if you want to know if something makes sense.
Warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts

( turn around )

betterthansubpoenas

Who: Kalinda Sharma and various. Could be you!
What: A week in the life of an investigator doing surveillance.
Where: All over the city.
When: Any time!
Notes: I've got thread starters for Arthur and Steph, but all are welcome! The settings are flexible, so feel free to come up with whatever. I will roll with it!
Warnings: None as of yet.

Kalinda hasn't been getting near as much extra work as she would like. Rather, she isn't making as much money from her extra work as she would like. Money isn't tight, exactly, but it isn't as abundant as she's used to it being. So much of what she does is built on her image, and that image requires maintenance, that maintenance requires cash. She has a feeling her current assignment, which has had her running from one end of the city to the other, isn't going to result in her being paid the previously agreed upon amount, being as how it's not producing the result her client hoped for.

Fortunately, she took half up front.

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima & OPEN.
What: Ilde has errands.
Where: Various places!
When: Coardi, various times!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore. I am not posting thread starters because I am lazy, but you can take your pick from the mentioned locations in the post. Have lunch with her! Catch her on her way out of the hospital! I HEARD YOU LIKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS? Etc. She mostly avoids the trains but is not opposed to sharing cabs! Feel free to drop me a line if you want to work out something in particular.
Warnings: Generalized 'Ilde is in this log' warnings; I'll edit if anything specific crops up.

Coardi this week means no work means 'everything else Ilde has to get done this week', which is how she thinks of it and a slight exaggeration of the truth; some things are easier to do if you tear them off quickly like bandaids or wax strips or bad news, so her appointments at the Glory Shada are in the morning. That way, she reasons, she can't spend the rest of the day dreading it - it'll be done, she can get it out of the way, and then she's got a dozen other things to do that can occupy the space it was taking up in her head. Quitting smoking is making her insane, she's pretty sure; she's irritable and her hands never have enough to do and there is all this time she doesn't remember having that now she has to fill up with other things. Other things that aren't putting out Ivan's cigarettes in his thigh or something similarly irrational and unhelpful. Not drinking is easier, although it complicates her social life in unforeseen ways - it isn't that she isn't willing to go out, or even that it's difficult to turn down a drink and order something nonalcoholic, it's that she likes people en masse so much less when she's sober.

On the upside, it's a problem that can be solved by not being around people, which is increasingly less difficult as they keep disappearing on her. Katherine, now Cindy; she keeps herself sane through the clinic appointment imagining Cindy's running commentary on the medical staff, which is easier than wondering what Cindy would make of what she's actually doing.

(She thinks maybe she'd like it, but she isn't sure, and anyway, it's not anybody's business at all for months yet.)

The lunch crowd at Umibōzu isn't too much on a Coardi; she lingers longer than she'd planned to before her afternoon's activities take her back further into the city proper. She makes stops at her bank, a music shop and a beauty salon; there's an architect in Brock Marsh who can give her a quote and some advice on the kind of renovations that they're thinking about for the basement (the short version of that encounter is 'Jesus, my bank balance', but they have time, which is in and of itself a strange and untrustworthy feeling). By the time she's just at the edge of the river, carrying her heels in one hand, the only things she has left to do are an evening viewing of a piano she might buy and the groceries, which she can do last and then pack into the cab going home and maybe con the driver into helping her carry them in. With a little time to kill, then, it's all right that it's beginning to get dark. She's more comfortable that way.

heardmermaids

Who: LeMat and Malfoy Jr
What: Sebastian tries out his slowly returning magic by hitting Malfoy a few times before they both descend into a bout of nerdery.
Where: Out behind the Hellsing tobacco field.
When: Newdi
Notes: It's a gdoc link!
Warnings: Neither of them ever shut up.

That cocking of a pistol, when you know

cmdreffingshepard

Who: Shepard and YOU!
What: Various wanderings around Baedal. Specific threads for Kincaid's and the Arena.
Where: VARIOUS PLACES.
When: Various times, sukkardi/shundi.
Notes: All CR is welcome! I'll be putting up a couple of open thread starters but if anyone has ideas, just let me know and we'll get something going!
Warnings: Possible violence of the sparring sort in the arena; I'll update if anything else comes up.

( Insert relevant song lyric here )

requiresssacrifice

Who: Rex and Odessa
What: A DATE
Where: Rex's lab
When: One evening
Notes: Witness two people who really shouldn't be together.
Warnings: None yet; will update if need be.

( Rex and Odessa sitting in a tree... )

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[OPEN] i hate to tell you but it's all an illusion

and just maybe i'm to blame for all i've heard

Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands.

God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

[open] you bought a star in the sky tonight/ because your life is dark and it needs some light

→ I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook.

[ closed ] dusk dropped her starry gown

[closed] the doctor is in

[ closed ] I got patience on my neck like a cold, cold knife

» they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right

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someone's mouth said, "paint them all red"

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