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Who: Gaius Baltar and You
What: A day, or several, in the life of Dr. Baltar.
Where: Around and about, specifically: Serpolet (Tinker's Lot), Echomire (Madrasati), Chnum. Will add more as they happen.
When: Vaguely the last week and onwards.
Notes: Post text is general narrative, I have some specific starters below. Hit me up if you would like to tag somewhere and would like me to set up a thread, or just go ahead.
Warnings: Scifi swearing!

"Here's to the Colonies."

This was said after Gaius had lit the last of his fumarella leaf cigarettes -- he'd allowed them to stretch this long, already substituting cravings in between with more local smokes. By now, the last cigarette is very dry, but not stale or badly tasting. He burns his lungs on the first inhale but swallows against a cough, huffing out smoke through his nose in a cartoonish whuff of breath, before leaning right back to enjoy it. His apartment is a small thing, but he keeps it compulsively neat, save for a work bench that is messy with computer parts and tools.

A brief commission with the City's government had seen a little relief, wherein he'd purchased for himself a new soldering iron and a few months worth of rent at a workshop in Tinker's Lot. And food, obviously, but he's never actually lost the hungry edge that most of those New Caprica refugees had taken on after the first few months, and those that know him now are accustomed to the sharp edges he's made of, bony beneath his suits and expressions.

The clock chimes in reminder that if he wants to make it to Madrasati in anything resembling on time, he ought to move now. He lists about the small apartment to collect his things -- tools one would not expect to be brought into a doctor's clinic, for instance, but he's a special sort of doctor.

Cigarette stub is dropped into a teacup he's been using as an ashtray out of sheer laziness from a month ago, and he leaves, slinging a tie around his throat, the last taste of home tasting like ash at the back of his throat.

exterrorist

Who: Charles Xavier, John Allerdyce, and NPC Jacqueline Travieso
What: hi professor this is my spawn i am very sorry about erik please give me a job
Where: Madrasati
When: the Thursday after they spoke
Notes: FYI. Also, anybody who works at Madrasati is welcome to join in, if you feel so moved (PYRO CR IS SO ENTICING I KNOW >_>). Just start a new thread.
Warnings: n/a

It's been awkward, of course. John has little idea of what it takes, day to day, to raise a kid, even one as undemanding as Jacqueline. Just because she doesn't demand his attention, however, doesn't mean she has no need of it, or wouldn't appreciate it. He's not sure what the balance between attentiveness and smothering is, but under the circumstances, erring on the side of the first seems better than the other way around.

She did cry the first night without her mom. It's the first time he's ever really tried to comfort her since she was a baby. He can't be much of a reassurement, but he's better than nothing. He's at least somewhat familiar.

Today, she is interested in the El Train and its procession from Mog Hill to Echomire, peering out the window, examining other passengers, and occasionally giving her new red rain boots a casual but deliberate swing. Ana has never been much for restricting Jacqueline's clothing choices, apart from the safety concerns, and John doesn't intend to be either. Rain boots are practical, as far as he's concerned. And if she wants to wear a maroon... jumper dress thing with a many-pocketed vest, well, fine. Whatever. She's warm, pockets are very practical, it's Baedal, no one cares.

The Madrasati building is sort of old English gloomy, even though it's not terribly overcast today. John conscientiously holds Jacqueline's hand as they proceed up the path. He's not nervous, only concerned, or so he tells himself; there's a low level jitteriness in his mind, a controlled tension in his body and the way he moves, but he's careful with Jacqueline's hand. Jacqueline herself is a bright streak of active awareness, taking in the shrubbery and the house layout with equal curiosity. She is not accustomed to holding hands with an adult anymore but is tolerant of it for John's sake, dimly aware of the meaningfulness behind the gesture as much as the physical comfort it gives both of them.

synergismus

Who: Everyone!
What: Events around the city, any time.
Where: Everywhere in Baedal.
When: Whenever you’d like.
Notes:
Behold, your all-purpose open game log. There are a couple pre-written starters to help you generate new and open CR, and you may also use this post to start your own group activities or planned threads. GO WILD!
No one is late to this post. You may use it forever.
The companion thread for this post is right here!
DON'T THINK TOO HARD ABOUT IT JUST RP.
Helpful links: Neighbourhoods, City Map.
Lucky Pastry Advice for the Month of Velldaren: A truly rich life contains love and art in abundance.

Warnings: Zombie horrors in the appropriately titled ZOMBIES! thread, otherwise TBA. Please put warnings in subject lines of your comments if content warrants one.

aarnethompson

Who: Alba, Alexia Swiftdawn, Anna Demirovna, Bruce Wayne, Cliona Donovan, Data, Don Draper, Ilde Decima, Irene Adler, Jae-hyun Kim, Jaime Lannister, Kalinda Sharma, Marie-Sixtine St. Vincent, Martel, Nuray Amedi, Penelope Lane, Odessa Wander, Pepper Potts, Rex Lewis, Seoraj, Shrieky, Sunny, Wolfgang Einhorn, Xas
What: Something bad is afoot, and you must help.
Where: Abrogate Green, Badside, Barrackham, Chnum, Echomire, Flag Hill, Gallmarch, Ketch Heath, Pelorus Fields, Raven's Gate, Sangwine, Serpolet, Sobek Croix, Stoneshell, and the northern woods
When: July 22nd to the 30th
Notes: People are slow right now and a few are on hiatus, so slow-tagging and back-tagging are totally fine. Please check the accompanying OOC post for info and to coordinate.
Warnings: Disturbing content, will include violence, choking, drowning, body horror, and animal death.

Strange events tend to go unnoticed in Baedal, compared to the much stranger things happening around them. People don't tend to be noticed when they go missing, either. The city takes these things in stride. After all, people get called back to their homeworld all the time, or they die. Everyone knows this.

Still, rumors start cropping up around the city about the sudden appearance of twelve identical towers positioned around the city like the face of a clock...

ALBA ♞ Cliona Donovan
DON DRAPER ♞ Pepper Potts, Kalinda Sharma
ILDE DECIMA ♞ Irene Adler, Marie-Sixtine St. Vincent
JAE-HYUN KIM ♞ Sunny
MARTEL ♞ Data, Jaime Lannister
NURAY AMEDI ♞ Alexia Swiftdawn, Anna Demirovna
ODESSA WANDER ♞ Rex Lewis
SEORAJ ♞ Bruce Wayne
SHRIEKY ♞ Xas
WOLFGANG EINHORN ♞ Penelope Lane

gramarye

Who: Wolfgang and OPEN
What: Antipsychotic medications have been known to exacerbate psychosis. There is a risk of permanent chemical dependence leading to symptoms worse than before treatment began.
Where: Badside, Mog Hill, Echomire, Brock Marsh, Raven's Gate, Chimer
When: Veerdi-Shundi
Notes: FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE OP it's me tl;dring. Thread starters in comments, if none of those work just... post whatever and I'll roll with it. Also, a polyvore.
Warnings: Medical/health care. For real. Specifically, this post touches on symptoms of mental illness, drug dependence, side effects and withdrawal, medical treatment, and seizures. Very possibly TW for suicidal ideation.

( I think something dark's living down in my heart. )

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).

controlledvariable

Who: Steph Brown, others [closed]
What: Monster fighting, rescues, healing
Where: All around Baedal
When: Over a two week period since Hasi broke reality
Notes: Everyone has their own thread starter, which are in no particular order, if there are any problems/questions please let me know!
Warnings: NPC death, gore, violence, monsters, PTSD, my inability to be succint, if I've missed any feel free to tell me

( you've gotta deal with it )

leviohhhhsa

Who: Hermione Granger & Stephanie Brown
What: Magic talkin'.
Where: TMU Library and then...TBA, because libraries are not good places to demonstrate curses.
When: Givdi evening.
Warnings: N/A

( Oh, academia. )

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.

requiresssacrifice

Who: Rex Lewis & Open
What: Getting business in order.
Where: Various.
When: Various times/dates this week.
Notes: Rex is due for some encounters with Alter Ego, Tadhg, Ana, Will...? ANYONE ELSE IS WELCOME, TOO. Just go ahead and start a thread at any location and any date this week, and I'll drop Rex in.
Warnings: None yet.

( Establishing Shot )

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima and Hasi; OPEN
What: The water helps her.
Where: The Gross Tar; initially near her waterfall territory in Raven's Gate, after that various areas.
When: Givdi with Hasi; open after that through Shundi.
Notes: Specify time/place (if not Raven's Gate) if you tag in, please!
Warnings: Descriptions of LM:A-related horrors to follow in the thread with Hasi; discussion of rape & related fall out in thread with Jae.

When she finally goes down to the water, it feels so good that she hates herself for a moment sliding in, her clothes on the bank under an illusion. It soaks into her skin like she belongs there and she's glad that she got there first, that Hasi isn't there yet, because sinking into it hurts a little and it's-- not anybody's business what internal conflicts she's having. She just died. She's allowed to feel...whatever this is that she's feeling, and whatever it is she's going to feel it at the bottom of the river for a while, her tail catching light as it flicks up before she dives.

She'll surface, eventually.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: A whole lot of ants and YOU!
What: Exploring houses overrun by giant ants! Interacting with ants!
Where: Three specific ant hive houses have cropped up in Baedal.
When: The ants become visible late Sukkardi, so any time after Shundi will do.
Notes: To organize expeditions into the ant hives and to see what your characters will find there, please see the OOC post. NPCs, general GMing, and mod guidance are all available upon request.
Warnings: Bugs! Possible horror. Will update as needed.

When the ants come out of the ground it happens very quietly and it happens at night. Baedal wakes up to chitinous sound of insect labour. At first there is some panic - memories of strange creatures emerging from below to attack the city fresh in everyone's mind - but it is soon evident that the ants, while curious, pose no immediate threat to the City. They seem content to work and live inside the houses they have occupied; houses no one has noticed or cared about for years.

Soon, the ant-occupied houses begin to change. The ants are building something on the rooftops, something like towers, stretching towards the heavens. Birds that fly too close to the buildings quickly disappear.

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and that was the turning point, that was one lonely night.

with his back to the audience

( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

in the woods dark and deep I offer you eternal sleep

some die looking for a hand to hold

wagner would approve.

I know it's hard but...

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needlework and seedlings in the way that you're walking

taking care of business

i am hung with graveyard flowers;

the little one stops to shut the gate :: [OPEN]

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