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Who: Kalenedral, John, and Jacqueline
What: hi welcome to Baedal here's your complimentary fruit basket
Where: the Valhalla Inn
When: some time after Njoki lets Kalenedral out of the arrival room
Notes: n/a
Warnings: does not actually contain a fruit basket

Well, that was definitely a day. Checking out schools and places to live near those schools is sort of tiresome to begin with, and having to drag Jacqueline with him isn't fun for either of them. She misses her mom, and John misses Ana's competence. They both have strong independent streaks, but John is used to being on his own and only taking care of himself, while Ana had to raise her younger sister and is actually a good parent.

Something from lunch today made Jacqueline feel sick. She had to go barf in a women's restroom while John tried not to wring his hands, and now they're back at the Inn early; fortunately, Jacqueline had perked back up on the way and seems fine again. John is trying to tell himself that you can't take a kid to the doctor every time they throw up, then wondering if that still applies in Baedal, where there could be fifty million new diseases. But everybody's a transplant and the city isn't overcome with a new disease every other month, so there must be something at work, here. But what if! But that's ridiculous, calm down —

He has to stop short to not run into Jacqueline, who was walking ahead of him and had just passed the common room.

"Dad dad there is a thing in there," she hisses with exactly that lack of punctuation, and John has had a careful talk with her about xenians and people who look different from the people she's accustomed to seeing, and she knows about mutants anyway, so a 'thing' must be something very unusual indeed.

"Not a thing," he reminds her, taking her hand. "Let's go see. We can say hi."

Still, he's cautious in escorting her into the common room, prepared to see a non-humanoid entity of some sort — a thirty something, scruffy-looking man with a neck tattoo and a solemn-faced seven year old girl with red rain boots.

amberdrake

Who: Benevenuta Crispo, Amberdrake
What: The meeting arranged here.
Where: Valhalla Inn
When: An hour after Drake showed up in the game.
Warnings: Doubtful, but will update if so.

( Witty quote goes here. )

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier.
What: Comings and goings.
Where: Back home and the arrival cell.
When: Givdi 16th of Caraden.
Notes: Some scenes from the past three months.
Warnings: N/A.

( I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search / my body for the scars, thinking / Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? )

mayqueen

Who: Ivy and you!
What: Wandering, irritation, flowers? Come and bother a barefoot green woman wearing a leotard made of plants.
Where: Mostly around Mog Hill, extending into the surrounding districts (Bonetown, Saltbur, Pincod, Echomire, as far as the river to the west and south) - also the forest in Sobek Croix, around the evening.
When: Today (Coardi)
Warnings: Unlikely but will edit as needed.

She had to convince herself to take anything except her seed case. The vouchers and the money were stuffed into an empty compartment she kept for discoveries made on the road; though she had no intention of staying at the Valhalla Inn, or buying clothes for that matter, perhaps they'd have value as currency. Taking the CiD had been the hardest decision to make - she couldn't imagine a more blatantly obvious tracking device - but overall it was better to be informed than not and she'd bound it to her waist with vines for the time being.

Her encounters with the staff at the Inn had been fleeting to say the very least. Now she was outside, feet planted on the earth, and the faintly disturbing pamphlet had been accurate: this wasn't home. The plants spoke to her, mostly, sometimes in tones and languages she didn't yet understand - but they didn't recognize her, didn't love her as they did anywhere on her Earth. It prompted a sense of loneliness she wasn't familiar with; even in Arkham's most secure cells she'd always been aware of the Green just outside its walls, waiting for her to step back into its embrace.

For time time being she was wandering, taking in the lay of the land, sometimes hesitating for passing glances at the shops and business but not straying inside. More often it would be trees or wild flowers that would make her stop, her eyes closing briefly, the act of communication sometimes coaxing a little extra life from the plants she paused to speak with.

egodefence

Who: Gaius Baltar and You!
What: He's taking it well.
Where: Either in Mog Hill or not very far from it.
When: Coardi morning. Or, you know, whenever.
Notes: I'd like to get him around about so if this first set up is tagged into, shout at me if you'd like to do things and I can set up a thread!
Warnings: Crying, mainly.

The appeal of an open sky had long since lost its shine after the first few months on solid ground.

But this is different. A functional city, new faces that glance by him without recognition. Animals, economy, the simple sight of a carriage wheel trundling over wet cobblestone. The weather is warm and dry. Standing on the curb a stone's throw from the edge of the Valhalla Inn is Gaius Baltar, who -- while not the most poetic of human beings -- is in awe. Awe in the traditional sense, the kind that is on the verge of teary-eyed terror. It hadn't even occurred to him to do anything with his CiD than check it -- its content was, of course, a lie, and he'd spent the next few hours of his imprisonment in the green tiled room simply curled up in crustaceous defensiveness in the corner and waiting to see what the Cylons would do next.

He has some things in his hand. A cardboard box with some sort of branding is held loosely at his side, and the infamous brochure clutched in his other fist, significantly crumpled. Both of these things are ignored after having been obsessed over prior to now as he regards the street without any idea of what to do.

But he starts walking.

And eventually sits down when he's put a little distance between where he began and now without any real clear idea of where he is, just that there was an empty bench and now it is his. The brochure is folded with slightly trembling fingers and pocketed in the inner of his jacket, before he sets the box in his lap, opens it, and extracts one dark coloured cigarette. Gaius, dressed as he is in his slightly unwashed business suit, his glasses sitting low on his nose and hair in worried, greasy tangles, realises he doesn't have a lighter on him.

"Oh gods," is pure, exasperated despair, landing his face in his hands.

greydawn

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 )

meanwhileback

Who: Penelope Lane, a very traumatized-looking Wolfgang Einhorn, and YOU! YES, YOU!!! GET OVER HERE
What: The open casting call for Penelope's fashion line! Also known as "Models A-Go-Go" or "The Trolliest Place On Earth".
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Specifically, the Ballroom. (Yes, it has one. It's a hotel, isn't it?)
When: Coardi, Ceidary 16th. Also known as "Today". Doors open at noon!
Notes: I'll post two thread starters, one for mingling amongst one another in the waiting area, where you should feel free to post WILDLY about how ridiculous this all is, get into fights, etc, and another for your own personal threads with Penelope, where she will decide if you are ~what she wants~. If you want to post elsewhere (outside the Valhalla being attacked by jellyfish, having a smoke break out back, snorting coke in the bathrooms, whatever) feel free!! Just make a note where it is in the subject. Y'all know the drill!
Warnings: Cursing, trollery, diva behavior. Possibly giant sky-jellyfish harassing the building. The usual.

Signs posted in the lobby and hallways of the Valhalla direct interested parties back past the dining hall to a large, seldom-used room, helpfully labeled "Ballroom" in several different languages, many not remotely native to Earth. Inside, the carpeted room is otherwise similar to general design scheme of the Valhalla, except slightly dustier. Several rows of folding chairs have been set up in a sort of airport-style waiting area to the side, and far to the end of the room sits a long table.

Seated smack in the center of that table is Penelope Lane, The Grand Bitch Herself, smoking a cigarette and looking for all the world like she's enormously dissatisfied with just about everything she can possibly think of. On the table in front of her is a notebook and pen, an ashtray, and a polaroid camera. Somewhere, a radio is playing through slightly crackly speakers.

At the entrance, a small table has been set up with a stack of carefully typed applications and a handwritten sign, instructing that applicants should take one and sit in the waiting area to fill out the paperwork until the number at the top of their form is called.

It's all very professional, or it would be, if there weren't the threat of giant killer sky-jellyfish floating around outside eating people. This has, understandably, put something of a damper on the occasion. But as they say, the show must go on. Because Penelope says so. Damnit.

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier, Olivia Dunham (prime) and Rachel Conway.
What: Various appointments.
Where: The Glory Shada.
When: Backdated to a couple of weeks ago, for whenever is convenient.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

On Newdi to Givdi, Charles Xavier keeps the usual nine to five office hours at the Glory Shada unless otherwise organised (i.e. nocturnal clients, people who need the discretion, others who need some advice but don't have the marks) and Veerdi morning eight until twelve acts as a drop-in hours. It's ideal for anyone who has been working up the courage or simply has a few questions that can be answered quickly.

His office is removed enough from the medical parts of the building that it doesn't having that lingering smell of disinfectant; he's done his best to set it up as a calm place with comfortable seating. A few pictures drawn by children --presumably patients-- decorate the walls. One appears to be a crayoned rendition of a man in a cardigan with a smiley face standing next to a small boy with a big smile sprouting fire from his hands. Even in Baedal, wobbly thank-you drawings are a constant.

The good doctor himself can most likely be found sitting behind his desk, taking care of paperwork or reading from various medical books, whilst waiting for knocks on his door.

toooldforlosing

Who: Raylan Givens and you
What: Checking in
Where: Sundry points
When: Shundi(ish)
Notes:
Warnings: none so far

If it were up to Raylan, he'd probably never take a day off. However, it is not up to him, as Norrington so carefully pointed out, and every now and then he needs to do something other than work.

Usually, this would mean jogging, target practice, and drinking, roughly in that order, but since the sky nearly fell in, Raylan hasn't had a free moment to check on much of anyone. (Much like home, the bigger the mess, the bigger the pile of paperwork, it seems.) He doesn't know a great many people in Baedal beyond exchanging pleasantries, but could stand to check in.

Instead of calling, though, like a normal person, he just wanders around people's normal haunts and places of business so that he can see they're in one piece. Mainly Mog Hill, but he's not averse to going farther. He may even end up at the Vault, briefly, which is arguably more trouble than just texting a person.

Raylan isn't, and never has been, one to do things the easy way.

incaptivity

Who: Hal & Ivan
What: A Talk.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Ambiguously backdated sometime after this.
Warnings: None yet!

When he'd said Ivan could find him at the Inn, he hadn't intended for it to be an absolute certainty, but in the days that follow the swap meet he rarely leaves his room, let alone the building. He'd been slipping since he first found himself in the arrival room; after the events of the party, he could feel himself falling another rung lower, then another—Ilde had been one thing, but the thought of facing Mr. Snow was quite another—and the only way he knows to stop it is the way Leo had taught him: isolation and routine.

This evening, he's ventured so far as the library, where he has taken up a chair and a table in the corner, apparently the only guest keen on exploring the wonders of 1st century Roman plumbing.

(It was next on the shelf, all right. He has a system. Better this than letting his mind wander, even for a second.)

betterthansubpoenas

Who: Kalinda Sharma and various. Could be you!
What: A week in the life of an investigator doing surveillance.
Where: All over the city.
When: Any time!
Notes: I've got thread starters for Arthur and Steph, but all are welcome! The settings are flexible, so feel free to come up with whatever. I will roll with it!
Warnings: None as of yet.

Kalinda hasn't been getting near as much extra work as she would like. Rather, she isn't making as much money from her extra work as she would like. Money isn't tight, exactly, but it isn't as abundant as she's used to it being. So much of what she does is built on her image, and that image requires maintenance, that maintenance requires cash. She has a feeling her current assignment, which has had her running from one end of the city to the other, isn't going to result in her being paid the previously agreed upon amount, being as how it's not producing the result her client hoped for.

Fortunately, she took half up front.

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.

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. )

lupa

Who: GG Giordano, Cliona Donovan
What: They're brought to Baedal together, a reunion somewhat marred by the fact that GG's sanity is apparently due to arrive a while after she does.
Where: An arrival room in the Valhalla Inn.
When: Coardi.
Notes: rrrrrr.
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of murder, nudity, probable foul language and discussion of torture. More TBA.

( the saints can't help me now. )

baedalites

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:
Swap Meet Spreadsheet: Pre-chosen swaps are green. Assigned are blue. There were a few characters that were selected more than once, so objects were assigned on a first-come first-serve basis. If you have any issues or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the mod team.
For objects that might not be immediately apparent as belonging to their owners, there may be a picture or name attached, or players are welcome to have their characters ~just know~ it's for them. Drr drr drr, bb.
Party post nights are a great time to come join the chatroom.
The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.

wontturntofoam

Who: Shrieky, Manticore and Angela!
What: The Manticore leaves Baedal
Where: The Temple in Mog Hill
When: Givdi evening
Notes: I've made a couple of assumptions on how getting rid of a Manticore would work, but modz hit me up and I will make edits if I ASSUME TOO MUCH.
Warnings: Sad Mermaid.

( He doesn't have a lot of trust to offer in general. )

somecalibrations

Who: Garrus Vakarian, Jane Shepard
What: Garrus has finally let the good Commander out of the arrival room and.. now what?
Where: The inn.
When: Misdi, the evening likely.
Notes: Everyone's just confused. Yep.
Warnings: None yet.

Garrus had ended the 'call' with a bit more fumbling on his part. He imagined that one of these days he'd quit fat fingering the stupid device, but he couldn't help but think it was a little racist that the things were suited for the hands of smaller species. Seriously. It's not like whoever brought him here in the first place wasn't expecting a turian. ... Right? Being angry at this strange new world in general made it a little easier, even if it was ridiculous.

But whatever.

He left the room he'd been assigned to, which he'd simply traded the arrival room for since he'd made no real effort to venture outside as of yet. He ought to, that much he knew, but there was a larger part that really wanted to believe that it was all some elaborate fabrication that would eventually end. Whereas going outside might just cement the reality of things.

He mulled all of this over as he navigated his way back to the arrival room he'd come from. Hopefully, it would be the same one or else he would just have to keep trying doors until he hit the right one. The door swung inward once he'd turned the knob and he peered inside expectantly, if a little wary. There was always that chance that he had chosen the wrong room and someone far less trustworthy might be lurking behind it with a gun and not Shepard as he'd anticipated.

Garrus still had the kinetic barriers his armor generated, but he wasn't very keen on relying on them (say to avoid having the other half of his face blown off) until he had a better idea if the makeup of this place had done anything to really screw with his tech.

leviohhhhsa

Who: Hermione Granger, Martha Jones, later Severus Snape
What: Hermione sometimes feels like the only sober person in the world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn, followed by the Snape-Jones Cottage.
When: Following this.
Warnings: TBA. Drunkenness?

( That's absssssuuuurd! )

nolimitation

Who: The Olivia Dunhams
What: Olivia Prime's not having a great day. It's about to get worse.
Where: Mog Hill
When: Early evening
Warnings: Horrifying dog-beasts and monster-related violence? ...other than that, nothing yet.

( She's trouble, alright... )

brawler

Who: Indira and YOU
What: Punching monsters, etc.
Where: Around town, though probs mostly in the vicinity of Mog Hill.
When: Over the next couple weeks, I think?
Notes: If you want a thread starter or a more specific scenario, please hit me up and we can work something out :3
Warnings: Lots of violence and profanity, maybe some mild gore.

Coming up with a strategy is hard when you don't know what you're up against, but Indira's an old hand at not getting killed.

( i got to be unstoppable )

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[open] Whatever is prepared for never occurs.

i took the bullet for all the wrong reasons

Open!

sometimes i get nervous when i see an open door

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

[OPEN] i hate to tell you but it's all an illusion

[closed] the doctor is in

Open

everybody hates me for the night before; the man you saw wasn't me

open. » awesome song lyrics go here. yeah!

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

some die looking for a hand to hold

→ for which I have to howl.

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

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One Light in the Darkness

→ what's your favourite way to say red wines in a German accent?

Say hi there to my bad body double

[OPEN] you can't stop me in this race

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