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Who: Shrieky, Ivan, and YOU?! Open, basically!
What: A solo scene which occurred during the hiatus, and an open log of Shrieky recuperating from blood loss in a bakery.
Where: The Red Chamber Bar (which I just made up/will make a wiki post for later) and The Bleeding Heart Bakery in Mafaton
When: Solo scene from the Hiatus - Open Log at around midday
Warnings: Blood letting, Blood drinking, Depression

( Solo scene: The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub )

~~~

( Open - That's Baedal's future not mine, oh! )

deservesadaisy

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: romantic evening in
Where: Ivan's flat
When: Givdi evening
Notes: No one but them thinks this is remotely a good idea.
Warnings: TBA as necessary

( a trip to the moon on gossamer wings )

aldabeyoun

Who: (Nj/L)oki
What: Lesson One: Wax On. Wax off.
Where: Njoki's flat in Mafaton.
When: The first Shundi in Velldaren
Warnings: Nothing yet, but assume there's a risk of gore and bad language.

It wasn't the most auspicious of introductions, but Njoki is sure that it's only fair to properly judge someone once she's met and assessed them in person. Surety aside, Ki feels that it's a wise idea to judge and write people off from whatever contact she feels is necessary, but she's been making a valiant effort to overcome that.

Usually she fails.

Today, she's made some small steps toward improvement and has invited a potential student over to her flat. With most of the business transpiring in the Undercity, Mafaton is unnervingly quiet during the day but far easier to navigate. Njoki's flat and workspace is a small apartment above a used clothing store that specializes in period pieces. It's clearly marked by a hanging sign decorated with her name and a couple of symbols that hint at her practice - a playing card, a dove's heart, and a lit candle.

deservesadaisy

Who: Ivan and YOU, yes you, get over here
What: Gambling and dropping eaves
Where: Mafaton mainly, though if you have something else in mind, hit me
When: Once Ilde is out of the hospital (and he is sure Sonja knows where she is; I imagine they're just handing her off, now).
Notes:
Warnings: None as yet.

Ilde has been released, none the worse for wear. (Physically at least.) But Ivan can't quite leave it at that. It shouldn't have happened, and it especially shouldn't have happened the way it did. He is patient, but not endlessly so.

Anyone who knows him well (in this, Mitchell, Daniil,... maybe Hal, but he doesn't expect to run into any of them tonight) can tell he's had more blood tonight than strictly willing donors could have provided. He's still and calm with the clarity that follows a proper kill. A death. Just one, and he was careful. He smiles, and makes idle chit-chat as necessary, but mostly Ivan listens, as he plays.

He appears to take note of nothing. He takes note of everything.

And always, even if he has killed tonight - carefully - there's the hum in the back of his head that comes from constantly depriving himself here. He's not gotten to the point where he has to be chained in Valhalla's basement. Nowhere near But he'd be lying if he said he didn't understand how Hal had gotten there. He's used to satisfying himself and then moving along. And even in a city as large as Baedal, the lack of that option is beginning to wear.

Still, for most who look tonight, there's a detached, sarcastic but not unpleasant Ivan present at his usual tables, winning a little more than he loses, and seeming not to care either way.

deservesadaisy

Who: Ivan and you!
What: Errands, miscellania
Where: Mostly Mafaton, though possibly also the environs
When: Shundi.
Notes: Come harass a vampire in his natural habitat. Available for tags in both the evening and night; anywhere he would naturally be is probably game, but hit me up if you have a question.
Warnings: tba if necessary

Though Ilde doesn't live with him, she's at his flat often enough that Ivan finds himself needing to do errands that it had been years since he needed to remember (grocery shopping, for example). Luckily, enough of the Mafaton population was nocturnal that he didn't need to brave the glare of midday to do so. It's early evening, and he's ventured out to take care of a few odds and ends; he may also pay a visit or two, as he's in a decent mood and feeling what passes for sociable, with him.

He'll probably feed. But, as always, on that matter he continues to be discreet.

whattigerscanchange

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 )

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima & OPEN.
What: Ilde has errands.
Where: Various places!
When: Coardi, various times!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore. I am not posting thread starters because I am lazy, but you can take your pick from the mentioned locations in the post. Have lunch with her! Catch her on her way out of the hospital! I HEARD YOU LIKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS? Etc. She mostly avoids the trains but is not opposed to sharing cabs! Feel free to drop me a line if you want to work out something in particular.
Warnings: Generalized 'Ilde is in this log' warnings; I'll edit if anything specific crops up.

Coardi this week means no work means 'everything else Ilde has to get done this week', which is how she thinks of it and a slight exaggeration of the truth; some things are easier to do if you tear them off quickly like bandaids or wax strips or bad news, so her appointments at the Glory Shada are in the morning. That way, she reasons, she can't spend the rest of the day dreading it - it'll be done, she can get it out of the way, and then she's got a dozen other things to do that can occupy the space it was taking up in her head. Quitting smoking is making her insane, she's pretty sure; she's irritable and her hands never have enough to do and there is all this time she doesn't remember having that now she has to fill up with other things. Other things that aren't putting out Ivan's cigarettes in his thigh or something similarly irrational and unhelpful. Not drinking is easier, although it complicates her social life in unforeseen ways - it isn't that she isn't willing to go out, or even that it's difficult to turn down a drink and order something nonalcoholic, it's that she likes people en masse so much less when she's sober.

On the upside, it's a problem that can be solved by not being around people, which is increasingly less difficult as they keep disappearing on her. Katherine, now Cindy; she keeps herself sane through the clinic appointment imagining Cindy's running commentary on the medical staff, which is easier than wondering what Cindy would make of what she's actually doing.

(She thinks maybe she'd like it, but she isn't sure, and anyway, it's not anybody's business at all for months yet.)

The lunch crowd at Umibōzu isn't too much on a Coardi; she lingers longer than she'd planned to before her afternoon's activities take her back further into the city proper. She makes stops at her bank, a music shop and a beauty salon; there's an architect in Brock Marsh who can give her a quote and some advice on the kind of renovations that they're thinking about for the basement (the short version of that encounter is 'Jesus, my bank balance', but they have time, which is in and of itself a strange and untrustworthy feeling). By the time she's just at the edge of the river, carrying her heels in one hand, the only things she has left to do are an evening viewing of a piano she might buy and the groceries, which she can do last and then pack into the cab going home and maybe con the driver into helping her carry them in. With a little time to kill, then, it's all right that it's beginning to get dark. She's more comfortable that way.

lupa

Who: GG and YOU. GET IN HERE.
What: Fun with a warwulf.
Where: Everywhere! Particularly Mafaton and in and around Flag Hill, but she really is exploring everywhere.
When: All week and more.
Notes: Specify when and where in the header. Feel free to meet her in human or wolf form, though be aware that she doesn't speak when wolfed; if she's on all fours, she'll be either in Mafaton or in a fairly rural, isolated area, particularly the forests and mountains around Flag Hill. The write up here is just a prompt or an infodump, don't feel you have to base anything on it. And feel for to PM me for more stuff. /jazzhands
Warnings: TBA.

( the animal instinct. )

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr.
What: Chillin' post-hangover and squidbabby revelations.
Where: Casa del X-Bro.
When: Shunday.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

Psyche-not: for when the busy mind needs a break. Quietens psionic, psychic and other mental abilities. Not to be consumed by anyone without*. See instructions for brewing.

*If you do, CONTACT A PHYSICIAN IMMEDIATELY.

Charles had eyed the little packet for five minutes before he'd given in. If he didn't know any better, he would say tiny men had invaded his skull and were making room for their furniture (which wasn't out of the question, given this city). A hangover on top of telepathy meant that everything was insufferably loud in strange and interesting ways and his sleep from morning until late afternoon still left him short of feeling even close to normal.

Hopefully tea that included something a little extra to it would help his will to live.

Ten minutes later and he's lying stretched out on a couch in the sun room, pale and huddled in a cardigan and pajamas, steaming cup next to him on the table as he stares at the ceiling and feels the strange, mentally numbing effect of the brew.

The growing silence is the most peculiar feeling but with it comes a strange relief.

fuckin_thirsty

Who: Deacon Frost and Hamilton Fish
What: An application of logic and a sword frees Fish from captivity, and then more stuff happens.
Where: The Undercity
When: Late Ged, early Haneden.
Notes: Backdated to a couple of weeks ago, and onwards. CO-WRITTEN POST ALSO. Yes.
Warnings: Gore beneath the cut.

( and make sure they're really dead )

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 )

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? )

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 )

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 )

fuckin_thirsty

Who: Deacon Frost and others! Open log.
What: The aftermath of Mafaton's siege, and ensuing broke-dimension chaos.
Where: Mafaton.
When: Throughout the first week, necessarily at night unless you're tagging in in the undercity.
Notes: Various places to tag in! Either clearing out remaining Candlelighters, or helping defend or simply socialising in Gutters, hunting during the night time for both food and big-uglies to kill. Feel free to PM/plurk me if you have any questions or need some ideas, I'm good for thread-starting!
Warnings: Violence, NPC death, monster horrors.

It's a cliche, about vampires being territorial. This thought strikes Deacon as funny, because sometimes he fancies himself a little more sophisticated than the average vampire. Enlightened, if you will. But it's Baedal's fault for marking the neighbourhood of Mafaton so clearly on the map, for giving them something to possess in the first place.

Whatever. It's his town, now.

( but you can get by )

norea

Who: Hasibe, open to anyone who'd come visit at Mitchell's/is there already.
What: A general post for the duration of the plot.
Where: Mitchell's flat.
When: Next couple weeks.
Notes: Beware of gnostic and other spiritual narrative rambling.
Warnings: inherent blasphemy?

( the price we paid, so the people say. )

baedalites

Who: Everyone.
What: Part two begins.
When: Evening, a few hours before the end of the 24-hour siege period.
Notes: Feel free to thread in comments here or make your own posts! NPC your own monsters, team up in locations anywhere you like, and feel free to plot things at the plotting post, which has the relevant details. Remember that this is city-wide, so you are free to do what you like with locations.

Just after dark, the air of Baedal seems to change. While it was tense before, with the stand-off in Mafaton, a new kind of electrical energy begins to spread through the city, leaking from the sky itself. The horizon is clear tonight, even starry where the city lights don't obscure the view, but soon enough it begins to blur with color, and at an alarmingly rapid pace. Bright streaks of pink and green begin to spiral across the sky, in an approximation of the auroras, though it is much nearer and brighter than any common demonstration of an aurora should be. The geomagnetic storm swirls and dances, initially beautiful, but its intensity is ominous.

It's also growing. Most geomagnetic storms stay to one corner, but this spreads across the entire sky, green-purple-pink-red illuminated and inching further into the dark, leaving the city of Baedal tinted with a dim, eerie glow. This continues for about a half an hour, until that tension reaches its breaking point.

The magical boundaries holding Mafaton crack and then completely shatter. It is audible, and the backlash sends flying many of the Candlelighters trying frantically to preserve the borders of their siege. A few of them are killed by the backlash of their spell's combustion, but more are simply shaken; having one's magic work so thoroughly broken is not a pleasant experience. The sound covers another tearing, this time a metaphysical one that rips the heavens open in places the common eye can't see. Those whose vision allows them to observe different layers of reality will notice, but others will only see the incoming flood of creatures from other universes.

One siege has ended, but another has just begun, and this time, it's not just Mafaton at risk.

baedalites

Who: Candlelighter operatives.
What: The siege begins.
When: Evening, until the following night.

An hour before the broadcast on the Network, groups of focused, quiet, inconspicuously clothed women and men (some of them magically cloaked, so as not to arouse suspicion before their missive has been sent) begin to surround the canton of Mafaton. They situate themselves carefully along the border, in clusters of two and three. When the broadcast goes up, they are notified, and immediately send up magical flares to one another, bright red lights flying high in the air and exploding like supernatural fireworks. In addition to sending a sign to citizens local to them, this act reinforces the border they have established, and allows these foot soldiers of the Candlelighters to stay lurking on the edges.

Anyone who tries to cross their path will almost certainly be captured. They may be held hostage, but it's much more likely that they will be simply killed for their trouble. These individuals may all be flesh and blood humans, but they're still magically powerful, and they're driven by a ruthless fanaticism. Still, they may engage those trapped within Mafaton during the siege, although they are unlikely to have anything good or kind to say.

goodsoldier

Who: Will! Kaitlyn! Fauxlivia! and Jason!
What: by their powers combined, they are VAGUELY CONSPIRATORIAL AND ANTI-MILITIA
Where: assorted places
When: assorted times
Notes: did I forget anyone help I have a brain like a sieve. ALSO don't feel like pressured to immediately sign them on, this is possibly more like "so this is how Jason meets your characters and takes interest in them" thing. Presumably he'd also stalk them for a bit, to the best of his ability (UNSURE) let me know how you feel about that possibility.
Warnings: captain planet; spinach dip

There are a million things to do, which is really how Jason prefers life to be. He's all over the city talking to people, some of whom he returns to, some of whom he never sees again; he buys things, steals things, stores things, moves things. It's not all carefully planned, either. Some people and things he simply comes across in his travels, and he keeps his schedule flexible enough to accommodate these opportunities.

His funds are limited. Criminal conquest is more fun with more money, but sadly, Talia isn't here and if she were, she wouldn't have the al Ghul resources with her. Of course, she could actually be here and simply declined to contact him. Or she could be here, just a version of herself that never became involved with him, or from before such things happened. He tries not to think much about things like that, primarily because it's pointless and he has so many more important things to be thinking about. Still, there are empty, waiting moments on the train or the streets where his brain revisits these ideas, for reasons beyond his comprehension or capacity to care. But he reaches his stops, he finds something else to observe.

fuckrobertfrost

Who: ~~Erik Lensherr~~ THE SHERIFF OF MAFATON and ~~John Allerdyce~~ A SAMIZDAT REPORTER
What: the most awkward interview about murders and heads
Where: Mafaton
When: pretty soon after early transmissions of this event
Notes: if this messes up plot in any way you can blame TK. I am an angel this was TK's idea etc. /flies away like a lawnmower
Warnings: possible gore! Erik saying Magneto things. Newbie journalist mistakes.

When Murrough had his breakdown and retired to Chimer, the editor in chief had called in and hastily promoted their contributing editor. Samizdat is a relatively small operation in comparison to the other newspapers, both out of necessity and choice. You have to be of a certain political mindset to work there; alternately, extremely apathetic. Drinking also helps. Which is not to say that Samizdat doesn't have work ethic, that they aren't a good paper — they are, because they work together. Each and every one of them may be dysfunctional as people (well, he can't actually tell with the graphics department, which consists of one mostly humanoid xenian who doesn't talk), but as cogs of the news machine, they get shit done. He's busted his ass as intern. That isn't really why Lysandra lets him have this interview, though. He knows because she straight up told him that. It's really just a matter of convenience, slight expendability, and also by the way she knows he can control fire so he gets to go to vampiretown, have fun, don't drink on the expense account, that's a joke you don't have access to the expense account, which is a jar of coins on Lysandra's desk.

Lysandra is a witch or something, because he never told her anything and he's never slipped up at work or at the apartment. Well, whatever.

He's not giving this chance up even if the interview is with the Sheriff of Mafaton, also known as Erik Fucking Lensherr, also known as his fucking boss or some shit, jesus fucking christ this is against all the rules of journalism.

In any case, by the time he gets to Mafaton, it's about ten til seven in the morning, which honestly means nothing to him anymore. He's dressed as usual (there was no time to change), one sleeve of his hoodie pulled down over the shark face sleeve, gripping a recorder and a notepad. Eddie could not be located and so the entire graphics department, the praying mantis-like Spring Blossom #23 is with him. Her presence is what makes John send Erik a terse message in addition to the official one Lysandra, as editor in chief, had sent: It's me doing the interview so could you pretend you don't know me. Thanks. It's not clear that Spring Blossom #23 would notice or care if Erik knew John, but he's not taking any chances.

The scene is being cleaned when they arrive, but he can, as usual, spot Erik immediately amidst the bustle, and they head in that direction with only a little wrangling from someone directed to keep people out.

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You got a black .38 and a gravity knife, but you still have to ride the train

one of those bells that now and then rings [closed]

the cells I am at the moment will soon die

an entire branch of argos [open]

Open

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

open → you can leave me; i cannot leave myself.

→ it is a lovely thing that we have.

[closed]

check twice

just to push you down

→ I find shelter in this way.

i see today with a newsprint fray

I know it's hard but...

you might take one more night

008; OPENISH. smoke and ash.

the sky is falling.

a beginning.

hello welcome to the party. hi I've never met you before. I know.

interview with a I can't finish this terrible pun

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