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St. Peter In Chains: The Collection. [OPEN!]

Who: Penelope Lane, her models, her muses, her admirers, the curious and the critics. ANYONE. EVERYONE. GET IN HERE!!
What: Penelope's long-awaited runway show! Finally!
Where: St. Peter In Chains, abandoned cathedralish church.
When: Friday, June 29th! Eveningtime. Show starts at 7pm and goes... well. Until everyone isn't there anymore, I guess!! For whatever reason.
Notes: IMPORTANT: There's going to be a bunch of subthreads for different parts of the night. Feel free to tag around in them as you want! I'd like fabulous things to happen here, people. Fabulous. Things.
EDIT: NOW WITH ADDED TERROR!! SEE LINK BELOW!!
Warnings: Scary things, NPC death, injuries... horrors!!

The venue has been done up quite well for the occasion, all things considered. The old pews that were still salvageable have been repurposed and rearranged to face the aisle down the center of the enormous main room, where a raised runway has been set up. Lighting and temporary walls, and even an audio system have been brought in and installed for the occasion, and the impressive wreathed columns have been dramatically lit from below to emphasize the height of the room.

All told, it looks like it cost absolute scads of money to renovate an abandoned space to this level of elegance; whether this is actually true or not is largely immaterial. As with so much of society, it's the appearance of the thing that matters most, not the reality of it. Perhaps that's a statement Penelope Lane is making intentionally. Everyone knows the designer is one of the most outspoken members of her cohort, after all, and not one to misrepresent herself.

And she is, tonight, for one, brief, shining moment, entirely in control. Take plenty of pictures; it won't last long.

AND NOW: THE REAL SHOW BEGINS

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→ take me to wonderland.

Who: Irene & guests.
What: Birthday drinks.
Where: Syriac Well.
When: 24th Shadri.
Notes: An outfit.

( I want the love, the money and the perfect ending. )

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[ closed-ish ] not till I can read by the moon am I going anywhere

Who: Benji, Philomena, Shrieky, Wolfgang, guests maybe??
What: Slice of life.
When: Over the past few weeks, stuff can be backdated etc.
Where: Nawiedzonydom, Badside
Notes: Put up a subthread in here with maybe a description of your character's usual daily routine and/or any unusual happenings that may have occurred lately? Things other characters would have noticed about them? Weird habits etc? Then tag each other? Yes this is a good plan.
Warnings: None yet!

The house is a fairly large property and while it looks a bit frightening on the outside — Wolfgang never seems to get around to fixing that much, he always has a million other more pressing projects to distract him — it's turning out quite nicely. He's filled it with proper furniture, a working kitchen, even decorations, a lot of local art, some "donated" by his weirdo artsy friends. The yard is coming back to life from the long neglect it's suffered from before, but slowly, like it's shy.

There's a fence around the backyard now, high enough to keep the pets from jumping over. There's a rumour around town that the house is haunted, but that's probably because most of the people who live in it are a little eccentric.

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party post ✶ now i'm ready for the last hurrah, dying like a shooting star

Who: EVERYONE.
What: A swanky party.
When: Sukkardi, 8 PM to the wee hours of the morning.
Where: Gibeah, Jack's new house in Syriac Well.
Warnings: None! Please place warnings in your subject lines as needed and I will edit them in.

Jack wasn't kidding about inviting half of Syriac Well. He may in fact have invited all of Syriac well but is only expecting half to show up. Still, it's his first chance to impress the people who will, with any luck, someday become his constituents. That goes for Syriac Well and the new cohort. (He doesn't plan to stop at city councilor, after all.) But, one step at a time. He hasn't even announced his candidacy yet; first, he has to meet the neighbors.

And so the house is done up with no expense spared, although care has been taken not to look too over the top. Syriac Well is upper middle class, and that means appreciating the finer things but perhaps not appreciating snobbery. There are servants, but not too many, and guests in fabulous gowns, but no shortage of cocktail-length dresses either. No one is turned away. The lights are hung, the food is served, and music wafts through the building. It's time for a party.

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[open] and if we've come a long way, then i suspect it sideways

Who: Odessa Wander and you! (Yes, you!)
What: A week in the life.
Where: Mafaton, Library of the Blessed Saint Brian, a restaurant, and a park. Somewhere.
When: Various points in the week.
Notes: Thread starters exist for: Irene, Rex, Shrieky, and Steph. If you want to do something, that's awesome! Let's do something. I am totally flexible, so feel free to start a thread with whatever. If you wanna run an idea past me, just ping me. Plurk, PM, IRC, whatevs. I'm accessible.
Warnings: Warnings for possible sexiness? Will note if anything comes up.

( further from our origin, no closer to our destination )

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→ how do you play the game?

Who: Irene Adler & Sol Koenig.
What: Dream voyeurism, voyeurism, and then introductions, in that order.
Where: The Vault.
When: 8th Shadri.
Notes: All your logs comm is belong to Irene's social life. Also yes I have a small business breeding teal deers.
Warnings: Sex of the public variety, the Vault, ...Irene and the warnings on Sol's dream: religious persecution, torture and martyrdom, losing children.

( sweetness never suits me. )

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CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED ME

Who: Mycroft Holmes & Irene Adler
What: Irene has some news.
Where: Flyside; Lost Society
When: Givdi, Ceidary 24th
Notes: Closed post.
Warnings: N/A

( you can call it what you want. )

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we'll paint the town blue 'cause baby red is so passe ( negotiably open )

Who: Ilde Decima, GG Giordano, John Mitchell, Adam Monroe, Hasibe Ozcelik, Ivan.
What: In which no one is even a little bit surprised that Ilde shirks manual labour.
Where: Raven's Gate.
When: Backdated to Monday/Newdi afternoon.
Notes: The obligatory polyvore. HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK (the post, not Ilde's dress): I will set up with an introductory bit! After that, you are free to set up threads and tag amongst yourselves as well as me! A thread for ACQUIRING THE PIANO FROM ITS CURRENT RESIDENCE for GG and Adam and Mitchell? Assorted interactions at Ilde and Sonja's house? Orion terrorizing dudes because dogs and balls? Hey look a guide to moving pianos. I am research!Liisu.
Warnings: ...listed under 'who', lbr. (I'll specify if something comes up.)

As promised, the details go out by text: the addresses (the woman who'd sold Ilde the piano, and the villa), directions for both and the agreed upon time. The piano itself is nothing exceptional (particularly next to Ilde's cello or harp), but it's not a shabby instrument and not irrelevantly comes with its own covering and four wheeled dolly for transportation; if the locations had been further apart, Ilde might have arranged for something like a truck, but it should be possible to just wheel the thing through some mercifully flat streets from one property to the other without incident. ('Should'.) Optimistically, Ilde is hoping that the most annoying part of getting it upstairs to her music studio will be her, anxiously backseat driving without actually participating in any useful way, as has always been her traditional part in the transportation of instruments.

At the villa, she and Hasi are already installed on the front porch with a view of the driveway - which would be more convincingly virtuous in needing to make sure the piano gets here safely if they didn't also have cushions, drinks and a sun-shade like an especially spoiled mid-afternoon peanut gallery.

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→ live my life like I'm in a play.

Who: Irene Adler & Sebastian LeMat
What: A night at the theatre.
Where: The Zygoda, Howl Barrow.
When: Veerdi 7th.
Warnings: Shakespeare.

( in the limelight I want to stay. )

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float until I learn how to swim

Who: Xas & Wolfgang; Xas & Benji
What: Friends! Tentacles!
Where: Various.
When: The first week of Shadri.
Notes: Not an open post solely because I am too lazy for a summary thing. But if you, too, would like your character to be ~~touched~~ harassed by an angel, drop me a line and we will make it happen.
Warnings: Pending.

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[ open ] left you with nothing, but they want some more

Who: Nuray and OPEN
What: Nuray is the worst vampire.
Where: Anywhere in the city; Mafaton, Mog Hill and the Vault are specifically mentioned
When: Late Ceidary through early Shadri, any time between sunset and sunrise
Notes: If you want a specific threadstarter shout at me and I will make one! Also here are some outfits.
Warnings: Whampires are involved, so gore is likely.

( sweet heart, bitter heart, now I can't tell you apart )

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[open] I am wrecked. I am overblown.

Who: Helena Bertinelli and Stephanie Brown
What: Chatting about stuff
Where: Helena's home in Bonetown
When: Tonight
Notes: None
Warnings: None thus far

( I'm also fed up with the common cold )

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a woman in the shape of a monster; a monster in the shape of a woman --

Who: Benji Ryans and Ayse Bitlisi
What: A misplaced dream has a dreamwalker following it back to its source.
Where: Dreamscape
When: Coardi, the 30th of Ceidary.
Warnings: Death and babies.

( -- the sky is full of them. )

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the prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen, ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean

Who: Lea Eshtazin and Ilde Decima. (CLOSED)
What: Post-apocalypse girls.
Where: the library at Lost Society.
When: Backdated to Sukkardi, Ceidary 5th / Saturday, May 5th.
Notes: A wild polyvore appears.
Warnings: References to suicide, mind control, Pale Man horrors. Subject to edits.

( there she was my new best friend, high heels in her hand, swayin' in the wind while she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little bambi eyes: lana how i hate those guys )

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[closed] → your eyes are open but you can't see.

Who: Steph & Lea, later Benny.
What: Two militiamen come calling; will a stranger interfere?
Where: Aspic.
When: Dusk.
Warnings: Police violence; TBA.

( your mouth is moving but you don't speak. )

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born to run

Who: Arthur and OPEN
What: Walking the dog
Where: Howl Barrow
When: Any morning after the jellyfish depart. He walks the dog often.
Notes: Multiple threads welcome. If you want to start in another part of town/during another time of day, I can adjust.
Warnings: N O P E

( SNIP SNIP. )

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(no subject)

Who: Shrieky and Xas
What: A Mermaid and an Angel take in the pleasures of a ~Xenian Spa~
Where: Sobek Croix
When: Coardi! ...and Xas they do overnight stays let's wait! No I can pay it's fine, I am still doing pretty well for lack of rent payments...
Notes: We encourage the making up of unearthly spa treatments for fun and profit.
Warnings: Spa treatments may be creepy :>

( We also offer tooth scrubs of the thenar space... )

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→ bang bang that awful sound

Who: Irene Adler & Stephanie Brown.
What: Irene and Steph hunt the same prey for different reasons.
Where: Murkside.
When: Backdated by a few days; Coardi, 23rd Ceidary.
Warnings: Violence, gangs, gore, hostage situation, mention of torture, language, possibly more TBA;

( bang bang I hit the ground. )

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[ closed ] teeth of mangled little listeners

Who: Benji and Wolfgang
What: This dream is contaminated.
Where: Dreamscape
When: Nighttime, sometime late Ceidary
Warnings: Severe body horror, violence directed at children, will be edited as needed

( bodies breaking, drive me crazy )

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It don't mean a thing.

Who: Njoki, the band, and you!
What: Music, chatter, general discussion.
Where: No Fish Today
When: Misdi evening.
Notes: Music? You want music? We've got you covered.

As promised, No Fish Today, Baedal's own tavern that caters to newcomers out of time and those with an interest in Earth's recent past, is hosting their regular forties night. The bar is open. Snacks are available. (Try the pickled eggs!) There's plenty of music and even a little cleared space if you want to dance.