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Who: Wichita, Cindy, and OPEN.
What: A business meeting between two tough bitches and Wichita needs friends, so come say hello.
Where: Some art deco building I made up in Griss Twist
When: Shundi. Nighttime.
Notes: Timelines be damned!
Warnings: None so far.

( 'The establishment resembled a Streamline Moderne art deco dining car that had been neglected cosmetically in favor of brutal overuse.' )

fish

Who: Hamilton Fish
What: misadventures during this past event's reality-tearing extravaganza
Where: Mafaton and the Undercity
When: a couple of weeks ago
Notes: closed narrative; just a tentative attempt to break hiatus
Warnings: enclosed spaces, an incredibly condescending scientist

The first mistake Fish made was hiding under that little building. It had no basement, only a space between the floor and the earth where it was raised on blocks, sealed around the edges by poorly nailed boards. He saw a gap beneath it, pried at the wood to widen it and then slipped inside. Something hissed at him on his way in, so he kicked at it, swearing in alarm, and crawled quickly away from it until he ran out of room. When the noise of his own scrabbling panic gave way to silence, he could hear it whimpering, so he turned his head and saw it there in the dark: a child, scaled appendages held close, three eyes watching him with a dim firefly glow.

Declining to follow the child outside, it turned out, was another mistake. It crept cautiously to the opening, slipped out into the nighttime mayhem, shooting him a glistening dirty look on its way. And he stayed. He was alone for hardly ten minutes before one of the city's larger intruders felled the building with a single blow from its limb, and in that one roaring instant his hiding space became no space at all.

( just to hold you down )

apotropaic

Who: Philomena Flores & you.
What: Philomena takes abduction literally in stride.
Where: Griss Twist and thereabouts.
When: Sukkardi daytime.
Notes: a polyvore set!
Warnings: None.

Once she was out of that claustrophobic little cell of a room, Philomena hadn’t paused, had strode past the Inn employee without a thank you, handbag clamped underneath one arm, and kept going until she was outside and turning to look at everything.

Jesus. It was real.

Then she’d kept walking, determinedly, like she had some place to go, until her blisters started to form blisters from her always too-high heels. Finally, she stopped to sit on a low wall and let her mind catch up.

There was magic all around her and it was dizzying. There were more supernatural creatures here than she’d ever seen, dotted amongst others she knew were human, dotted amongst people she didn’t even know the word for. It was unreal. It was frightening and hilarious and unreal, all at the same time.

After a while, she reached for what looked like a colourful clustered bag charm, took it off and played with beads she’d made herself while reciting an incantation. It wasn’t real spellwork; it was adding something extra to a talisman. It was like offering up a silent prayer to magic, the universe, whoever was running the show, asking for help, guidance, protection. Luck. She’d take any and all right now.

asklepios

Who: "Vanessza Bernát" and "Tom".
What: Anti-establishment pillow-talk.
Where: Her Syriac Well flat.
When: Veerdi night.
Warnings: References to sexual situations, reference to recent violent traumas.

( it's real early morning no-one is awake i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow with my eyes 'til they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks )

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler and Odessa Wander.
What: Wine and women are Irene's preferred coping mechanisms.
Where: Syriac Well, then to Odessa's place in Mafaton
When: After this.
Notes: Irene's wardrobe.
Warnings: Just look at who's involved here. (In other words, TBA).

( Can I make it better with the lights turned on? )

leviohhhhsa

Who: Hermione Granger, Martha Jones, later Severus Snape
What: Hermione sometimes feels like the only sober person in the world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn, followed by the Snape-Jones Cottage.
When: Following this.
Warnings: TBA. Drunkenness?

( That's absssssuuuurd! )

heardmermaids

Who: Sebastian, Lily, & Sol
What: A conversation that starts on the network and then moves into a meeting over coffee and some home truths.
Where: A small café in Sobek Croix
When: The network call on Coardi and the meet-up on Shundi.
Notes: Forward dating for victory!

[Locked to Lily Potter:]
I'm sorry I didn't check in earlier, but are you well?

gotbottle

Who: Raylan Givens and Rachel Conway
What: Saving the day! Aaaand opening up a CR can of worms.
Where: Champion's Walk, Griss Twist.
When: Backdated a few days, in the midst of monster madness.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Violence against monsters.

She'd been driven from her apartment three days ago, driven from her neighborhood a day after that. Rachel had managed to pack a bag on her way out, slung across her body now, full of what meager first-aid supplies she could gather and everything she could possibly use as a light source.

...Not that she intends to go that route. Ever. But better to be prepared for something you don't have to do than to be pushed into that corner and not be ready.

She's been moving through the city, doing what she can, sleeping when she can. She's hardly prepared for this; she's been a book editor and a tea house waitress and a low-level volunteer for a political party, there's nothing in her background to ready her for circumstances like these. But she couldn't just hide somewhere and not try.

The side streets tonight are reasonably quiet, if demolished here and there, bearing scars of earlier skirmishes. She makes note of buildings that look like they'll stay standing, and when she comes across the odd person wandering the street, she checks to make sure they don't need medical attention and then she shoos them off to the nearest safe place.

But as she nears Champion's Walk, the odd people become groups of people, and they're not wandering, they're fleeing. She catches the ones she can, directing them to a safe place, unable to get much out of them besides "monster" and "didn't want to be trapped."

There's a knot of people running through the open back door of a business that faces Champion's Walk. She fights her way through, dodging people, and she gets out the front door. She still can't see much--there's a group of people coming toward her, and some more, lit by the few street lamps still working, congregating by some buildings on the next block.

And then a shape moves between her and a lamp, flitting by so fast there's only a silhouette, and an impression of size. Great size.

She can't just stand here and do nothing.

Back through the shop she goes, back out the back door, but instead of joining the others fleeing onto the side streets, she takes one that parallels Champion's Walk. She sees another stream of people coming down an alley, and she squeezes through, popping out into the crowd of people gathered there.

"Who's in charge?" she asks the nearest person. "Is there anyone helping you guys right now?"

requiresssacrifice

Who: Rex and Open
What: Scavenging from Sentinel husks
Where: Howl Barrow
When: After the sky is closed up
Notes: I'm a bit behind on tags atm, so expect slowness. Also, for reference as to how his voice sounds in that helmet, enjoy an amazing clip.
Warnings: Violence if any monsters pop up; otherwise, none.

( In which Rex finally makes use of the special item he arrived with. )

perfectcameo

Who: Logan, Njoki Rainmaker.
What: Logan plays errand medic in the destitute Mafaton.
Where: Mafaton.
When: Just after the healing of the sky. The healing of everything else will take a little longer.
Warnings: References to gore and injury. Undead medicalness.

( my night is coloured headache gray )

baedalites

Who: The gods and an unexpected guest.
What: A glimpse of what else is out there.
When: Sukkardi, the edge of dusk.
Notes: As dictated in the SOTG, following this event, there will be no more monsters arriving in the city. There may be some remaining, however. Feel free to back or forward-date as you like.

The gods make good progress on the sky, all things considered. They have faith in their cohorts, especially this newest one, and can focus the whole of their considerable attentions on repairing the reality of their little world itself. One large tear remains toward the northern skies, showing a great burning white glow. Its position over the ocean means that it has been left last; most of the creatures that drop from its heights have to make their way to the city, and some of them might just drown before they get there. Tactically, it's a wise one to leave late, or so it was assumed by their leaders.

They might not have anticipated that what looked through the hole in reality next wouldn't be a creature at all.

For some, it's more of a presence, at first--or a lack of presence where there ought to be one, a cold and terrible emptiness, a hungry but intelligent nothingness. Something should be there, something with a body and eyes, but it is not. A sound like a sigh echoes over Baedal, a beast of between worlds pleased with its new meal, and the tear in reality doesn't just grow. It seethes at the edges, burning away, bleeding down toward the horizon and the ocean like a strip has been torn out of it. It's a tentative grab, one that elicits a quick response from the gods on the astral level which they are inhabiting at present, and it won't get very far, but one thing is true:

It's not just breaking open reality further.

It's eating it.

It takes hours before the gods can stitch that devouring wound closed, and still, behind it, if anyone looks to the northern sky--

They may get the distinct impression something is still watching them, even if it can no longer reach through.

yeouiju

Who: Sunny, Jae-Hyun Kim
What: Spoilers: waffles.
Where: SMB Radio
When: Veerdi.
Warnings: TBA.

There seems to be a trend of threes, with regard to businesses. Some attempt to truck on as normal-- there's a bakery in Chimer that sees fresh bread and pastries every morning before dawn, come rain, hail, or dragons, in a sort of work ethic stoicism that doesn't so much ignore the threat of the siege as it does attempt to contribute a little normalcy. (He stops there first.) Others have shut down completely - Bluejay isn't couriering shit, which Sunny was alright with. Most of his colleagues retreated to safety, and those that could still travel around safely - mostly himself and the girl with the broomstick - continued to do so. And then there's the halfway trend, as with SMB Radio, which limp on, adapting to the situation, providing a service they weren't before.

Sunny travels by bike, today. Extreme demonstrations of magic are not what he's accustomed to using every day, and he prefers, a little, the mundane rattle of the vehicle beneath his hands than effortlessness. When the street is trecherous from debris or otherwise, he carries it on his back.

Outside the station, he locks up the bike, holds onto the little white cardboard box he's brought with him, and texts the following to Jae:

Hello I am outside **/

nolimitation

Who: The Olivia Dunhams
What: Olivia Prime's not having a great day. It's about to get worse.
Where: Mog Hill
When: Early evening
Warnings: Horrifying dog-beasts and monster-related violence? ...other than that, nothing yet.

( She's trouble, alright... )

bythe_books

Who: Sam Tyler, Stephanie Brown
What: Somebody has a hero complex. AND THAT SOMEBODY IS SAM TYLER.
Where: Somewhere between Mog Hill and Griss Twist
When: Shortly after Sam's arrival (which occurred at "some indeterminate time" so as to not clash with other events).
Notes: This is what he's encountering.
Warnings: Violence, probably.

( Sam startled the witch! )

23rd

Who: Laura Kinney, Stephanie Brown, Kiden Nixon, Tatiana Cabian(?); later, Logan and Remy LeBeau
What: The trigger scent is a chemical to which Laura has been conditioned to respond with berserker rage; smelling it causes her to black out and kill everything in sight.
Where: Brock Marsh
When: Givdi, Ged 15th
Notes: YELL AT ME if any of this doesn't work for you btw
Warnings: Violence, probably references to torture/child abuse

It starts out fine.

Laura's been on edge throughout the entire siege, but she always is -- she's got six edges in particular that are more dangerous than others -- and so is everyone else, anyway. She doesn't eat or sleep much, it's just been a constant cycle of fight, kill, run, fight, kill. It gets to her, eventually, strips away a layer of the humanity she's managed to acquire over the past three or four years. She dispatches most of the creatures she fights with a savagery like she's unraveling a little. But she's fine.

She's distracted in the middle of a fight with a pack of some kind of wolf-things; they've almost cleared them out but there's three of them on her at once and they're taking up all her attention. They're quick, quicker than she had counted on, or else she'd be done with them by now. Their teeth are razor-sharp and secrete a poison that will slow her down if they bite her, so she's trying not to let them bite her. She doesn't have time to pay attention to the small robot hovering over their location; Steph has ranged weapons, she'll take care of it.

Except it doesn't attack. It drops something, a small vial that smashes on the sidewalk. Laura ignores it; it's probably a biological weapon of some kind, but it shouldn't be able to affect her with her healing factor. Her priority is killing these things so they can evacuate the area --

Laura stops in her tracks. Her head tips up. She inhales.

joiedeviolet

Who: Barbara, Kate, and Steph
What: The side effects of not too clean monsters
Where: Barbara's Safehouse in Brock Marsh
When: Late Coardi morning

She's not well.

It's not something Kate likes to admit, but laid up in this bed, waiting for her fever to finally break is as painful as her arm. At least the feeling's returning to it, but she's unsure whether the fact that the numbness that used to be there was better compared to the shooting pains all up and down her arm. From shoulder to fingertip, muscles burn and Kate can feel the every movement pull at the barely healed edges of the claw wound. Even when Kate barely shifts between the clean sheets, the injury reminds her that it's there, ruining her life. Being out there on the streets would be a lot more satisfying than staring at the ceiling all day and she would kill a monster in exchange for a hot shower.

She's also curious.

As soon as she's alone from whatever person has been sent to check on her, Kate sits up against the headboard and picks at the tape holding the gauze secure, wanting to see how bad things look under there. She should be afraid that it'll leave a nasty scar, but a scar is the least of her worries. Mostly, Kate's worried that it'll ruin her flexibility. Another scar is just that--another scar. It comes with the business.

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and "Vanessza Bernat"
What: It starts with a dragon.
Where: Badside.
When: Misdi sundown.
Warnings: Character death... sort of.

( If a woman falls to her death in Badside, when no one is around to see it, does she make a sound? )

thethingsidoforlove

Who: Jaime Lannister and Fauxlivia Dunham
What: Monsters are nothing more than animals, having a bad day.
Where: Sangwine.
When: Right now!!
Warnings: Animal death. 8(

( inside the cage he is at least safe from people. )

asklepios

Who: Laura Kinney and Benevenuta Crispo [CLOSED]
What: Ride of the Goth Valkyries.
Where: The bridge alongside Echomire leading into Dog Fenn and Stoneshell.
When: Shundi.
Notes: Laura and Benny will be fighting a group of these because they’re irritatingly hard to kill and thus we had to make it interesting.
Warnings: Combat, death, eye horror, mutilation and consumption of corpses.

Stoneshell had originally been her plan, if only for curiosity’s sake; that plan (‘sneak through the Stoneshell quarantine, twice’) hadn’t originally accounted for the presence of a pack of seven foot monstrosities on the bridge at the edge of Echomire. There aren’t so many of them, admittedly, but at that size and ferocity even one would be a problem - although not quite as much of a problem as what looks like four, maybe five. She’s aware even before she sights down her scope that there’s going to be little she can do for anyone still alive down there - the best she might offer them is a quick death if they’re lingering - but doing something about the beasts themselves could arguably be considered a preemptive measure for anyone else. Especially if they’re of a mind to move south ahead of her.

Above her, thestrals circle, approach and retreat like great vultures that drift in and out of human awareness; higher, she can see another woman, younger, presently engaged in what looks like much the same tactical assessment. She doesn’t look familiar, but she does look competent; the four of them down there are enough to make even Benevenuta pause about going in alone. Combat of the sort that she’s engaged in over the course of the past few days is not what she’s accustomed to - she’s an assassin, not a soldier, and the fact that she’ll keep getting up doesn’t stop her from getting periodically knocked down. It’s irritating to be reminded of her own limitations in such an indifferently abrupt way - this world doesn’t give a damn what birthright she carries - but she gets back up, rolls her head from side to side, doesn’t make the same mistake twice. And she’s been thinking.

When she moves, she’s not headed down; she shoulders the crossbow and starts moving up, toward Laura, and though quick, quiet and discreet she’s not hiding her approach (or trying to).

toldastory

Who: Martha Snape-Jones and Severus Snape. [Closed. Complete.]
What: A log of badassery, daleks and then horrors.
Where: Sobek Croix
When: Now.
Notes: None that I can think of.
Warnings:

( Angels fall from grace, and sometimes heroes die. )

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every morning i walk towards the edge; c l o s e d;

→ I find shelter in this way.

→ what's your favourite way to say red wines in a German accent?

he walks among his peers unread;

Striking in complete silence / devastating, isolating, until I lose control

a scavenger hunt

i see today with a newsprint fray

an uninvited dinner guest.

to be fair, radiostar drew first blood.

Say hi there to my bad body double

by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes

you'll meet an army of me

» stay the night and i promise i won't die

the soul secured in her existence, smiles.

i never thought much of the courage of a lion tamer

wagner would approve.

Today the guns are silent.

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