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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.

civilobedience

Who: The Militia, and the citizens of Baedal.
What: Moments in time.
Where: All around the city.
When: Over the course of this week.
Notes: This post is the activity mentioned here - there were enough volunteers to do asides tailored to specific volunteer characters, but if you'd like to have your character witness something in here, or hear about something after the fact and react to it, you are more than free to. Just keep in mind that these are for read-and-react, not confrontations: if your character picks a fight they will be arrested. These are examples of normal events that happen every day in Baedal.
Warnings: Bigotry, xenophobia, harassment, references to police brutality, endless creepy patronizing bullshit.

Day in and day out, the Militia has a presence in Baedal. Many are plain-clothed officers, watching, waiting. In times of strife, more and more uniformed agents appear amongst the citizens, reminding Baedal that she is protected. (That she is ruled.) For most, this is simply the way things are, and always have been – if you follow the rules, and if you shun those who don't, your life is unaffected. Maybe you decide not to vote because your heart doesn't match up to what's expected of you. Maybe you keep your eyes on your feet and keep walking past a hooded authority figure matched against a defenseless civilian. Maybe you are saved, and your ardor is won forever.

It's different for everyone.

asklepios

Who: Adam Monroe and Benevenuta Crispo
What: The first attempt. (If at first you don't succeed--)
Where: A few blocks away from Thames, in Flyside
When: Newdi evening
Notes: The polyvores never end. (Also, for clarity, this particular attack is not driven by Vicious' influence - he hasn't been in the city long enough - but will provide helpful context for later conflicts.)
Warnings: Blood, violence, temporary death (immortals just walk it off, yo). Self-injury to demonstrate healing properties.

( have respected nonetheless the pristine majesty of her firm, straight body at its destructive games )

diogenesis

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. )

rhinemaid

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 )

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. )

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes.
What: Irene plays Jeremy Kyle, or possibly just sits back to watch the carnage.
Where: The Lost Society.
When: Sukkardi night.
Notes: Irene's outfit.
Warnings: ...The Holmes cast. Also, TBA.

( But how could this be done by such a smiling sweetheart? )

orionis

Who: Bellatrix Black, Ilde Decima, Anna Demirovna, Evan Rosier, and OPEN.
What: Drinks, tea, possibly more?
Where: Lost Society, Malfoy Townhouse, other locations negotiable.
When: Various.
Notes: I have some specific threads here, but they're by no means limiting. If you have something in mind, please feel free to tag in as your little heart desires, or contact me if you have details you'd like to work out.
Warnings: Most likely language. And bad decisions.

( what a place to come from )

charismatic

Who: Will, Logan, and a Militia dude
What: Violence
Where: Flyside
When: S...ometime this week. Sukkardi or Shundi, probably.
Warnings: Just the violence, I think.

( walk away now and you're gonna start a war )

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler and YOU YES YOU
What: Uh- work, shopping, drinking, seeing the sights, picking up chicks, going to dinner, anything you like.
Where: The Vault, various boutiques, restaurants, gay clubs, out on the street, anywhere at all. If you can think of somewhere to be, Irene is quite possibly there.
When: Here all week, baby.
Notes: Just pick where you're setting it and say when/where they are in the header. It needn't be somewhere mentioned here! If you think they could run into each other elsewhere, then go ahead- and if you think it ought to be an arranged meeting rather than a chance one, then that's probably fine too.
Warnings: Sex, drinking, kink, the Vault...and Irene.

( some of them want to be abused. )

norea

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer). AND... we will have to copypaste in our tags from LJ, soooo.
Warnings: idk yet.

The spell that Hasibe has worked over Lost Society means that no one is going to remember they were there; service will be a bit spotty, as a result, and the waiters on hand will seem peculiarly disinterested in whomever shows up, only providing them with drinks and necessities when deliberately prodded, but that's an aspect of the magic. She partially chose this location because it's easy to find a secluded area there, and in this case, she finds a table in the library, shrugging off her white coat to rest it on the back of her chair. She is dressed in a sleek, high-collared dark-green dress that is not too flashy, in order to keep with the discretion of the venue.

The other reason she chose this place is that they don't care if you smoke indoors. So that's what she's doing, rose-flavored Black Devil cigarette in hand, sitting back in her chair as she exhales smoke toward the ceiling. She has a couple books open on the table in front of her, and nothing in the way of food, but she does have a drink. Priorities.

norea

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer).
Warnings: idk yet.

gotbottle

Who: Rachel Conway and YOU
What: Swimming day
Where: Kincaid's gym, in Flyside, at the pool and hot tub
When: this afternoon and evening
Notes: If you want to assume your character was one of the friends texted below for meeting-up purposes, have at! Or if you want to catch her on her way there or home, or just have some network-post-style chatting, we can do that too, just say so in your tag.
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.

In the morning, a text message goes out to all her friends:

Finally getting around to swimming. Kincaid's, Flyside, I'll probably be there about 2 and stay for a couple hours. Come join if you want!

It takes her a while to get moving that morning--she's still not sleeping well, still having weird dreams that she can't grasp on awakening any farther than the unsettled feelings they leave her with. She's still reading that diary she found, too, fascinated by the way so much of this woman's life parallels her own.

But she does eventually get going, out running errands for a while, then a quick lunch. And then it's over to Flyside on the train, to avail herself of the pool. They're quiet today, and she's glad for that as she changes into a two-piece swimsuit in the locker room and stows the rest of her things.

She hits the water at once, tearing through it with surprising power and ferocity, back and forth and back and forth in her lane. She's told people she loses herself in the water, shedding her worries and leaving behind everything but the present moment, and that's true; today, however, losing herself is a plan of attack, not a happy circumstance. She needs the exercise, wants to wear herself down a little, prays she can either let go or tire herself enough that tonight she sleeps and tomorrow she feels more herself. Up and down the lane she goes, over and over until her muscles ache.

She spends a little while in the nearby hot tub to both soothe her poor out-of-practice muscles, and to try to lull herself into a more relaxed state. She'll get out, soon, shower, dress, and slowly make her way back home.

alan_shore

Who: Alan Shore and some brave souls
What: A day in the life.
Where: Everywhere. (The El, Flyside, Aspic, the locale of your choice.)
When: Sukkardi
Notes: Format essentially stolen from Samm. Except for the part where I can't get that box thing to work.
Warnings: Smugness. Legalese. Gratuitous discussion of pie, probably.

Tag into one of the threads below or devise a scenario of your choosing.

fixedroll.livejournal.com

Who: Arthur and Eames
What: serious business, not-so-serious business, general shenanigans
Where: dream bros HQ (an apartment in Flyside)
When: now! right now!!!
Notes: brrrmmmmmm
Warnings: none at this time

So the living room is, as usual, kind of a mess, in the way any workplace inevitably becomes a mess when its occupants are forced to deal with a lack of proper storage and more or less fundamentally incompatible working techniques. Either Arthur or Eames is a fan of making piles, and it's not Arthur. Just saying. All this will finally come to an end, he hopes, once this shelf is in place. This shelf, which he is currently assembling. This tall-ass, heavy shelf, which he should probably not be putting together alone, but he's the only one here right now and by god it must be done.

Sleeves rolled up, on his knees in a pair of jeans, bare-footed and looking very serious, our friend pauses with the screwdriver in his hand and leans across his project in a vaguely uncomfortable, twisting way, to double-check the instructions. It's not quite IKEA-easy, this thing, but Arthur is by no means helpless when faced with the usage of tools, so he's managing. It would help if they'd numbered the pieces, though. At all.

The gramophone-looking vinyl player, which Arthur bought because it was both cheap and amazing, is playing classic wartime big band at a reasonable volume (currently this). There's a half-empty cup of coffee on one of the end tables, now cold. Arthur chews on the lining of his cheek and reads. And reads. And reaches awkwardly to turn the page.

i-investigate.livejournal.com

Who: the Chicago Kindred Ladies' Social Club, and Njoki
What: a reunion. Continued from here
Where: Jones and Brie's place
When: late

This city will take a whole lot of getting used to. Despite dying, Chicago had still been Chicago, even if filled with people who ate other people for a living -- this is something else entirely. Rosa had done her best to pay attention to Njoki, considering the things she was hearing were important, but she can't help but get distracted. Njoki's claim to be from the future seems much less unbelievable now that she was out on the street.

The feeling of relief that washes over Rosa when she saw Jones and Brie's apartment is so great she wobbles a bit. She restrains herself from dropping everything and running to the door; instead she walks to the door (albeit a little more quickly than usual) and rings the bell.

coffeeking

Who: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, TBD
What: Thus begins this crazy plot.
Where: Jack and Ianto's fantabulous Victorian Duplex
When: Morning
Notes: This is the beginning of a Flyside-based plot involving a small number of characters and some NPCs, but it's by no means exclusive. If your character lives in Flyside or you just want to be involved in the plot somehow, feel free to drop one of us a line.
Warnings: ~~General warning for Jack Harkness.~~ Also warnings for mild but disturbing imagery including the mutilation and death of children.

Remodeling a house was no easy prospect, even when the remodeling was relatively minor. Removing a wall and installing new fixtures could take a lot out of a man, and so it was with a yawn that Ianto woke, stretching sore muscles after a long and satisfying slumber. It was no surprise Jack was no longer laid out next to him, the immortal man very rarely sleeping longer than Ianto, but the other side of the bed was still warm. Noises were coming from downstairs, presumably the kitchen, and that meant there was a possibility of breakfast sometime in the near future. Urged by both stomach and an aching bladder, Ianto reluctantly rolled off the comfortable mattress and made for the bathroom.

Once relieved, he blearily washed his hands and then splashed some water on his face to help him further join the land of the living. Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, he was met instead by cold, dead eyes and dark skin in a halo of polished metal, the room awash in blood and the whine of saws competing with the terrible, shrieking sounds of human agony.

His Lisa. No. Not his Lisa, but the Cyberman, wearing Lisa's body, and the people in the conversion chambers were children and one of them was Mica. She was screaming for her mother as Lisa held her flailing limbs and strapped her in--

With a startled, terrified shout, Ianto reacted, grabbing the nearest heavy object -- the ceramic toothbrush holder -- and threw it forcefully at the vision. He didn't remember he'd been looking into a mirror until it shattered violently.

Flying shards cut into him, shallow, stinging scratches of little consequence, but they succeeded in reconnecting him to reality with a gasp. He stumbled back, hit the wall, and felt his legs go out from under him as he slid down abruptly. His eyes were locked to the fragments as he numbly wondered what in the hell just happened.

coffeeking

Who: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
What: No, seriously, a conversation about vampires. Also, about Greek gods.
Where: In bed.
When: Immediately following this craziness.
Notes: Communication is key to a successful relationship.
Warnings: Possible bickering. ~~In bed.~~ Now with smut! :D

Ianto disconnects the call with Cassandra, and he can't help but think the ringing silence in the room is rather foreboding. He hasn't done anything wrong, he knows that, and yet he knows Jack isn't pleased about what he probably feels is a failure on Ianto's part to pass on important intel. It's not always easy to separate their working relationship from their personal relationship, especially while living in a situation that falls under their jurisdiction, but in a foreign world where Torchwood is a non-entity. To make matters worse, Jack's defenses are visibly up about the whole vampire thing -- and Ianto is going to have words with Cassandra about mentioning things that only serve to scare the shit out of Jack.

Now they're on the precipice of what is probably going to be a very uncomfortable discussion, and Ianto has already given up on getting any more sleep in the near future. He looks sideways at Jack, but doesn't dare speak first.

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

another day older and deeper in debt

the hands of those monsters, ever cutting and scraping

CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED ME

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

→ I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook.

→ you're so naive.

all the broken chords and unnamed cries

[closed] we expected something more

→ sweet dreams are made of this.

005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

I won't come home till after I've shaken hands with native lands... 'cause I wanted water

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it's funny how a theme recalls a favorite dream

familiar faces

Mirror, Mirror

And then we had a conversation about vampires.

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