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Who: John Mitchell & Hasibe Ozcelik.
What: The aftermath of murderpiring.
Where: Mitchell's apartment in Mafaton.
When: Sukkardi morning.
Notes: /face in hands.
Warnings: Mentions of horrors.

( will you take the pain i will give to you again and again and will you return it )

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr.
What: The aftermath of future revelations.
Where: Casa del X-bros.
When: Late Newdi evening.
Notes: Sad feels :C
Warnings: None yet.

( these scars of mine make wounded rhymes tonight )

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai and Open
What: Jay going about his day and getting his first supplies for breeding snakes for food
Where: Mafaton, Tinker's Lot, Flyside, the El Train
When: All day Veerdi
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging him, and you can contact me on AIM or Plurk for plotting
Warnings: None yet.

Over time, Jay had fallen into a bit of a rhythm. He would wake up in the morning and go to work, spending the day at whatever train stations they sent him to based on the nature of what needed to be done that day, then after work he would either go directly to Tinker’s Lot for a few hours, or he’d go to Mafaton and pick up some rats if he was running low. On this particular day, he was running low.

When he went to the pet store, as he often did, he lingered by the snakes. Getting a snake would certainly allay any suspicions that may form that he was, quite simply, eating the feeder rats that he bought, but snakes were very expensive. He certainly wouldn’t want to get one and just eat it right away. Maybe if he got a male and a female of the same species, though, he could breed them for a steady supply of a higher quality food, or at the very least use the offspring to flavor the rats that he ate to make them taste a bit better.

He resolved to do this, but not at once. It would be difficult to transport all the supplies needed, after all, in addition to a snake and the feeder rats he’d need, so instead he settled on getting the largest tank he could find for the future snakes, as well as getting as many supplies as he could fit inside the tank for ease of transportation, as well as some rats for himself.

It was a bit difficult carrying all that back to his apartment, but he was definitely glad he did so before actually getting some snakes. He’d get more supplies over time, and then after that might have to save a few weeks before getting the actual snakes, but he figured that should increase the quality of his meals.

Later, after getting everything home and settled, Jay headed back out to Tinker’s Lot, spending the day improving and modifying the Pigeon Trap he was designing, which was now a thing of gears and metal that travelled on four legs and was powered by crystals.

andyoullmissit

Who: Clarice and YOU?
What: Some trading, some information gathering, some wandering.
Where: Out and about, certainly including Mafaton, but quick transport between neighborhoods isn't so much an issue for her.
When: Veerdi, all day
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging her. If you want to grab me ooc for plots before taggin, IRC or plurk are both fine.
Warnings: TBA if necessary

Peace is starting to get to her.

Granted, someone outside the situation might suggest the destruction of her world, including every person she ever cared about, might be what was getting to her, but Clarice long ago learned ways to survive. Looking too closely at her injuries wasn't one of those.

She's bad at stillness, though, and she's bad at domesticity. She doesn't sleep easily, but after all these years, she'd miss her nightmares, she sometimes thinks. Her whole life has been fighting, and now there's just waiting. Waiting and fog.

At least she's not half bad at the latter. (The fog probably isn't helping her mental state either, but she ignores that for now, like everything else that doesn't suit her.) She's doing alright, and is subtly picking up information about the guild. Maybe it'd be worth joining, so she didn't have to worry about stepping on toes when she goes out.

She still gets odd looks, but that's nothing. As long as she can pick out the people who are too afraid to be interacted with properly, she can get by.

She misses a lot of people, but then she buys herself fresh bread and tells herself it's not so bad. Sometimes she even believes it.

nightwolf

Who: Arya Stark, OPEN
What: Wandering, killing, stealing, ALL THE FUN THINGS ONE DOES TO GET BY without a job
Where: All over. Aaaaaaall over, but notable: Echomire, Sobek Croix, Mafaton, Barrackham, and Griss Twist.
When: This week, Newdi to Veerdi
Notes: Tag in with any location, any time, she'll have a reason to be there. If you'd rather run into Arya with another face - a young man or an old woman, both of the Spatters variety - just let me know! I want to give her Facelessness a run. ALSO IF YOU HAVE A PREFERENCE ON NYMERIA BEING PRESENT idk just let me know
Warnings: None

She began in Echomire, as she always did, but each day she took a new route. Some days she walked as a man, strong shoulders hunched, head bowed and beaten by the world, a Stranger to everyone he passed. She had found that an interesting label, one she'd embraced and taken as a sign. In the Faith, the Stranger guided the dead to their afterlife. the Stranger was just another name for the God of Many Faces. Being a Stranger herself, now, she took as a reflection of the work she'd done for years. Even the kindly man would see that.

Some days she traveled with the face of an old woman, slow and aching and quick to speak her mind. Arya could hear the woman's voice when she spoke, she even fancied she could hear the woman's thoughts in her head. This, the kindly man would not accept. The Priests of the House of Black and White, they knew that death was to be communicated through the will of He of Many Faces. They had told her, again and again, that it was not for her to decide.

And yet they took money for assignations in Braavos, killing those they had been paid to. She did not see the difference. So more and more frequently, Arya left Madrasati with her own face on. Sometimes Nymeria accompanied her, particularly when she frequented the less populated neighborhoods that made up Baedal. They'd explored most of the farmlands, and Barrackham had become a particularly favorite place for them both - but there were too many people in the city to avoid them forever. And everywhere she went, she observed. Faces in Mafaton - particularly those who had warned her away, shops in Sobek Croix - the Apothecary still had her interest, one day she followed the river from Griss Twist to the ocean.

There were new things to learn. Arya hadn't reported three things she knew to the kindly man for years, but his task had had its effect: she looked for information everywhere, sometimes while her body sat against a wall near the Arena and her thoughts soared in a bird high above. Sometimes cats whose eyes she'd borrowed followed her through the towns near the water, and she was reminded of Braavos, and her time as Cat of the Canals. But Cat was dead and gone, a lifetime away and out of reach.

It was Arya's turn to live again.

supersonic

Who: Pietro Maximoff & Erik Lehnsherr
What: Amiable father/son bonding, surely.
Where: X-Bros residence in Mafaton
When: Shundi afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

It's a gusty day in Mafaton, at least that's what seems, for all intents and purposes, to be happening in the block or two surrounding Charles and Erik's newly-rented home.

He wasn't lying when he told Wanda he only wants to talk their father – or this stranger who may or may not become the man they know, if he were to put it more generously. Pietro doesn't care to give Magneto the benefit of the doubt, whatever the universe. (Things won't be different, he reminds himself; they're never different.) But the fact is, Erik is an unknown quantity, and that alone is concerning enough for him to attempt to remedy.

And he can't avoid the man forever. If his run-in with Ilde proved anything, it's that the city isn't big enough for that. They'll have to meet sooner or later; he just wants to do it on his terms.

Apparently, that means staking out the neighborhood beforehand, intermittently and quicker than the eye can follow. There are brief flashes of him throughout the day, blurs of white and grey that are gone before one has time for a second glance, if anyone sees him at all. He notes the exits, what metal he can see from a distance, and waits to catch only one of its residents at home.

Finally, there's a rush of wind against the front windows and he's simply there, standing on the step. Knock knock?

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima & Ivan.
What: Meg Shao did something for Ilde before she left; Ilde has been meaning to discuss it with Ivan for a while.
Where: Ivan's apartment, Mafaton.
When: Veerdi night.
Notes: The squidbaby cometh. Did you know the gestation period of an octopus is seven months?
Warnings: Uhhh let me get back to you on that as necessary, but the usual probably apply ("reference to trauma").

( pain is a feeling. your feelings are a part of you. your own reality. if you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. you should stand up for your right to feel your pain. )

fuckin_thirsty

Who: Deacon Frost and Hasibe Ozcelik
What: Any excuse to dress up will do.
Where: Gutters, Mafaton.
When: Shundi night.
Warnings: Vampire related horrors.

It might be considered strange that Gutters has a bar at all. There's a woman with a rather specific kind of drug in her system so as not to taint the taste of her blood, relaxed in the arms of a man who sets her down upon a table in the lounge area as if she really were a silver platter laden with food and drink. Those waiting for her simply indulge as if she were. But truth be told, there are too many variations of vampire to account for for it to be entirely obsolete. Some might go home and enjoy a meat and three veg after devouring the blood of the living.

Deacon is not one of them, but he rarely drinks the blood his business provides, preferring to hunt for himself. He's at the bar, a beer in brown glass bottle being sipped from very intermittently and almost impervious to the shudder of drum and bass music, the milling people, xenian and otherwise.

Tonight, he's opted for all black, his jacket a remarkably shiny black leather and denim of the same colour. Italian leather shoes, although who knows if Italian actually applies, but it's that handcrafted shape and oily, scaly texture that one associates with the idea. The collar and cuffs of his shirt are left loose and unbuttoned, a dusky charcoal colour, and a gold band on a finger embedded with some precious stone of red, for those of us who can't wear silver. He probably could stand to wear less black, but then again, he has certain physical conditions that allow for looking a little, well, corpse like.

His CiD sits upon the bar at his elbow, occasionally spun around with fidgeting fingers, stopped to respond to something, spin again. Though he is watching the door, he is keeping an eye on another presence without actually doing so; listening across the room to the dim talk of conversation.

forourqueen

Who: Gabriel & Random Meetings
What: Rogues do what rogues do best. Stalk people.
Where: Valhalla Inn -> Mafaton -> Who knows?
When: Sukkardi the 14th, Ruudary
Warnings: Some zombie gore.

Gabriel had never really expected anything else from this place, so the outrage from the violent scenes shown in the CiDs didn't bother him. Humans were evil, xenophobic assholes. Nothing new there. It just proved that this place was no different from Azeroth, and you could never be safe if you were a little bit different. (Then again, where was the fun in that?) If they acted this way towards the 'xenians', how would they treat the undead?

The fact that he could move almost anywhere unseen was a plus for someone that could be mistaken for someone far too interested in brains (not that he didn't mind a bite or two) but it made things a bit difficult when it came to moving Styx away from Valhalla. He needed to get away from that place and the multitude of confused newcomers, but the skeletal horse wasn't exactly easy to hide.... and it lacked Gabriel's stealthing skills. What kind of place would take such an animal, and how could he find out if he could not speak to people?

So what do you do about something like that? Beat up a guy, steal his clothes and hide yourself, of course! A hoodie was a bit odd for someone used to leather armor, but it covered up his rotted face quite well, especially combined with a scarf. Adding gloves and a baggy pair of pants, he looked fairly incognito. Enough to go out on the streets without hiding in the shadow, invisible for the naked eye... and hopefully he could meet people to wring out information from.

Even if they needed a sharp incentive.

norea

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik and John Mitchell.
What: Hasi's undercover work comes to a near-fatal end.
Where: Mafaton.
When: Veerdi.
Notes:
Warnings: References to sexual activity, uh, drowning, some violence.

( we stand on different sides of the sea. )

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier & you.
What: Open post. Feel free to throw your characters at him.
Where: Mog Hill & Mafaton or somewhere in the central area of the city that your character is likely to bump into him.
When: Veerdi afternoon and evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

With no afternoon appointments and no one needing his immediate help at the Glory Shada (he is a counselor, after all, and they tend to keep more regular hours), Charles decides to slip away from work early in order to window shop around the city. It's mostly to look at furniture and other essential household items, although bookshops and strange trinkets inevitably end up catching his eye. Every so often he can be seen in shops, snapping pictures on his CiD, enquiring after prices and how long someone will be able to keep a reservation. Occasionally he'll wander into a cafe for coffee or tea on the go, more to warm up on a chilly Ruundary than anything else.

While walking, he lets his mind idle around, picking up and sifting through passing thoughts as he goes. Despite some friendly warnings to be cautious and his own recent encounters with the unforeseen forces of Baedal, he really can't help himself at times.

perfectcameo

Who: Logan, Laura Kinney, Njoki Rainmaker, and some other people probably. Not all at the same time.
What: Existing in Baedal once an obvious exit sign has since not been found.
Where: Various!
Warnings: Swearing, so we can get an Oscar.

Shaking the cage of people in his same predicament, turns out, isn't as engaging as he had hoped. He doesn't like the CiD, it fits wrong in his hand, he feels like he could shatter it if he draws tendon and bone tight in a fist, and its mechanisms feel too small for his fingers. But eventually, he sends off a text message, some delayed and somewhat grudging.

could use that beer

He misses traffic, too. Cars don't spook so easily and he can live out of a truck.

There is a time after dusk that he picks up a scent, and follows it all the way into the Spatters. He'd been looking for it before and despite the waning hour, because a little darkness never killed nobody, and he had to know.

The evenings he isn't working in the gambling dens, with cards and fists both, to make his way are spent in hibernation on uncomfortable mattresses with a roof over his head. Daylight holds as many bar interiors as the evening. It isn't like useless, purposeless roaming never suited him before.

It just chafes, this time around.

[ OOC: See comments for some thread starters, both open and closed, otherwise make your own! ]

aldabeyoun

Who: Njoki, Bob Barker & YOU.
What: Fixin' horses, seein' clients, chattin' on the phone, etc.
Where: Mafaton, various other places throughout Baedal.
When: All throughout the week
Notes: The remade horse scenario is for Martha, but the rest of the options are open to everyone. If you want to chat and set anything up, give me a shout.
Warnings: Some gore and bodyhorror. These are Remade horses.

Even with the reduced population of cruorvores in the city, Njoki is still busy enough to have regular wait periods between making an appointment and seeing her. It seems those that are left have a vested interest in warding their property and making sure their appearance is as human as possible. For this reason, she's often out and about anywhere in town: tracking down new suppliers, riding the trains, taking a well-earned break in a coffee shop after a particularly difficult bit of work, and so on.

Today, she's on time and waiting for Martha outside a Mafaton stable with a rucksack over one shoulder and a toolbox in hand. It's worth noting that she's wearing clothing to suit a dirty, messy, hands-on sort of job.

deservesadaisy

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: Probably failing to talk about their relationship again.
Where: Ivan's flat.
When: Newdi evening or thereabouts
Notes: More fallout. Talking and not talking and still having things to not talk about.
Warnings: TBA

Ilde has calmed down a bit, since Sukkardi, and Ivan feels confident leaving her long enough to go feed. He manages his addiction adroitly, but it still does need tending. Aside from that, though, he's stayed close. Partly because Njoki told him to take it easy after cleaning out his lungs, but partly because he still doesn't understand what Ilde went through, so he doesn't know what she's likely to need.

Ivan still isn't sure what she wants from him, and he's even less sure with how to cope with caring. He's always been astoundingly bad about getting too attached and not letting go, but until recently, he hadn't been sure he didn't just want her for her blood.

Now that he is sure it's more than that, he's trying to decide what to do. But in the meantime, he keeps going back to his flat without staying out too long at any given time.

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima & Ivan
What: Ilde and Ivan try something new; it goes horribly, horribly awry.
Where: Ivan's flat.
When: Sukkardi night.
Notes: Hasi and Ilde previously discussed (it hasn't happened yet in the log but it will) the concept of subspace and how that works; while Hasi was by no means suggesting that she try it, Ilde has a lot of curiosity and a marked lack of common sense about what is and is not healthy for her.
Warnings: This log features sexual situations, references to past abuse (non-sexual), a severe trigger reaction in character, violence, and suicidal ideation. If I have missed anything, please poke me and I will correct that.

feet, don't fail me now take me to the finish line, oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take, but I'm hoping at the gates, ( they'll tell me that you're mine )

aldabeyoun.livejournal.com

Who: Ki and Mozenrath
What: Talking about who's who and what's what among the (un)dead.
Where: Bloody Sunday
When: Dusk on Veerdi
Notes: Dead people are cool.

Living on a nocturnal cycle is one of the hazards of working almost wholly with cruorvores, but Njoki has adapted to strange patterns of sleeping and has no qualms about ordering breakfast at sundown and skimming over the local paper while waiting for Mozenrath to appear. Perhaps it was a little cruel to invite him to Bloody Sunday instead of finding somewhere outside of Mafaton, but she's never been known for subtlety.

At this hour, the malt shop is quiet except for the lone cook and Vingar Tom, the shop cat. Outside in the streets, Mafaton is equally still as what remains of her population sleeps and slowly rises as the sun sets.

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima, Jules Grumley, Hasi Ozcelik
What: Girls Night Out
Where: Hasi's apartment, then Gutters.
When: The same evening as this and this.
Notes: part of an episodic story arc! Also, OUTFIT REFERENCE, because you all care as much as we do.
Warnings: Incidental violence, frank discussion of sexual situations. Ding me if I've missed something.

Ilde leaves Ivan's flat shortly after texting Jules, leaving a note behind (out for the evening, call you later) and heading back to the villa to change into something that doesn't say 'I sat around my boyfriend's apartment painting my toenails all evening'. (Is it really necessary to leave her perfume on everything he owns? Likely not.) It's a while before she's expecting Jules, which leaves her time for all the parts of evening preparation that she isn't going to handle with illusion (cuts her make up budget by about two thirds, that); large parts of this involve pushing Orion off the end of her bed before he can sit on the dress she just took off and trying not to speculate about exactly what's going on with Hasi and Mitchell.

She's aware (has long been aware) that she's not exactly ideal to be anyone else's sounding board or anything like emotional support, but at least she can provide alcohol, diversions and in at least the figurative sense a sympathetic ear. Maybe if it's like gifts, the thought that counts, it'll be something just that she tries. The sentiment feels too Disney to solidify and she discards it along with something feather-trimmed and probably too much for clubbing; they'll have a few drinks and do something stupid (there are tunnels deeper into Gutters that she hasn't seen the inside of and would like to) and it'll be fine.

Jules, who she gives a quick opportunity to pick through her shoe collection before they leave for Hasi's, is probably right to be slightly concerned. All things considered.

birdofhermes.livejournal.com

WHO: Ilde Decima & Alucard
WHAT: trolling.
WHERE: Gutters.
WHEN: Shundi, late evening.
WARNINGS: nothing yet but will be updated as necessary. HORRORS FOREVER.

( for fear that the devil would chop off their heads. )

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: Mafaton's latest Sheriff, her various underlings and any aspiring deputy hopefuls.
What: Open interviews for folks who ~~feel life is too long~~ are interested in the open deputy positions.
Where: Mafaton's Sheriff Office (under repair)
When: Hours flexible.
Notes: For some deets on the sheriff, hop to this informative page.
Warnings: Doubtful if any.

Mafaton is rebuilding. It's a slow but sure process, one the city is well used to. New people are moving in, old people are moving up. Same goes for Mafaton's own Sheriff's Office. The building was targeted in the riots, and the old Sheriff's gone missing presumed dead.

( There is a new Sheriff now. )

rhinemaid

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: Ivan discovers that trying to have a conversation with Ilde about ~their relationship~ is not unlike trying to pick up a cat that doesn’t want to be. Also, biothurgy is really neat, and Hasi is the least likely of Ilde's friends to offer to shove Ivan's balls somewhere unpleasant.
Where: Ivan’s new Mafaton apartment.
When: R...ecently.
Notes: Written on gdocs and formatted for livejournal.
Warnings: Discussion of violence, murder.

( she would be elegant, with a difficult background and maybe psychotic tendencies )

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and i'll make it all worthwhile

[closed] sadness is a blessing

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they're going to have to fight me (open)

needlework and seedlings in the way that you're walking

CLOSED :: i thought you died alone, a long long time ago

people talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. love hurts. feelings are disturbing.

she'll burn our horizons, make no mistake

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006; CLOSED. i'm not losing this time.

[OPEN]

where fast the Arctic nights set in

never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed

[closed]

( let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain you like your girls insane )

better come in the kitchen, it's raining outside

( i am at one with a sea of sensations, glitter, silk, skin, eyes, mouths, desire )

away ran the children to hide in their beds

if you'd seen what i've seen

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