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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.

caballero

Who: Bruce Wayne, some Militia agents, and the fog. Later, Seoraj.
What: The jig isn't up, but only by chance.
Where: Serpolet and beyond. Eventually, Stoneshell.
When: Yesterdayish.
Notes: Batman can't win every time, also the Militia sucks. In this post, asskickings, and also an explosion; if anyone has a character in Serpolet they might have seen/heard it.
Warnings: Violence! Also fog horrors. And uh, feelings.

( and you know me - well, you think you do. )

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

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.

charismatic

Who: Will and ~*you*~
What: Running errands, doing inadvisable things at work, drinking, dancing, etc.
Where: He works out in Serpolet and lives in Mog Hill but wherever works. Just specify a time/place when you tag in.
When: All this week and bits of last week.
Notes: IF YOU WANT TO WORK OUT SOMETHING MORE SPECIFIC/A DIRECTION/WEVS, just poke me on plurk or something. Be prepared for a lot of unnecessary capslock. Also, there is no cat, I was just watching this video.
Warnings: None as yet!

He's starting to settle in, as much as anyone can settle in, here. He's got a job he enjoys and an apartment he doesn't mind and maybe a couple friends. Will figures he's doing reasonably well for himself. Everyone knows him down at Tinker's Lot now, his neighbors don't bother him, and he's starting to piece together his favorite places to go to blow off steam.

So he learns the train routes and schedules, he goes shopping occasionally, and he gets used to mundane things like carrying a messenger bag and having hard currency. Nothing seems too jarring when everything is wrong, and Will's adaptable. If he focuses on the immediate problems of livability and keeps himself reasonably occupied, he's fine. Things start to look familiar.

He doesn't so much ignore the tension underneath as set it aside, put it away for later. There's not much he can do about it now, and he's a practical soul. If he wants to get to a place where he can, he needs to have his feet firmly under him and a clear head. Hitting up dance clubs doesn't always help with that, but a guy's allowed his vices, right?

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai and Open
What: Jay going about his day and getting his first supplies for breeding snakes for food
Where: Mafaton, Tinker's Lot, Flyside, the El Train
When: All day Veerdi
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging him, and you can contact me on AIM or Plurk for plotting
Warnings: None yet.

Over time, Jay had fallen into a bit of a rhythm. He would wake up in the morning and go to work, spending the day at whatever train stations they sent him to based on the nature of what needed to be done that day, then after work he would either go directly to Tinker’s Lot for a few hours, or he’d go to Mafaton and pick up some rats if he was running low. On this particular day, he was running low.

When he went to the pet store, as he often did, he lingered by the snakes. Getting a snake would certainly allay any suspicions that may form that he was, quite simply, eating the feeder rats that he bought, but snakes were very expensive. He certainly wouldn’t want to get one and just eat it right away. Maybe if he got a male and a female of the same species, though, he could breed them for a steady supply of a higher quality food, or at the very least use the offspring to flavor the rats that he ate to make them taste a bit better.

He resolved to do this, but not at once. It would be difficult to transport all the supplies needed, after all, in addition to a snake and the feeder rats he’d need, so instead he settled on getting the largest tank he could find for the future snakes, as well as getting as many supplies as he could fit inside the tank for ease of transportation, as well as some rats for himself.

It was a bit difficult carrying all that back to his apartment, but he was definitely glad he did so before actually getting some snakes. He’d get more supplies over time, and then after that might have to save a few weeks before getting the actual snakes, but he figured that should increase the quality of his meals.

Later, after getting everything home and settled, Jay headed back out to Tinker’s Lot, spending the day improving and modifying the Pigeon Trap he was designing, which was now a thing of gears and metal that travelled on four legs and was powered by crystals.

molotovmartinis

Who: Penelope, Balthazar, and two unfortunate NPCs
What: Balthazar made a deal with Penelope, and is now fulfilling his terms (sort of)
Where: an abandoned building in Serpolet
When: afternoon
Notes: this log is closed but there are planned consequences! However, if your character might become aware of the disappearance of 3 NPCs in the Spatters, and get proactive about it, it is totally possible for MOAR CONSEQUENCES to happen.
Warnings: mental and physical torture (no explicit detail of the process, but some description of NPC injuries); cannibalism; the obligatory Balthazar creepfest

( Three to five business days. )

gramarye

Who: William Yao and Wolfgang Einhorn
What: oh god what is this how did i get here im not good with ~~computer~~ making friends
When: Coardi the 18th
Where: Tinker's Lot, Serpolet
Warnings: TBA if needed.

Belatedly he realises this is a bit of a bad idea, that he still feels like avoiding everyone who actually knows him, but... he really does need that chain to fix his bike and Will has been really nice to him, he doesn't want to blow the guy off like a jerk. And he really is going to be in the area anyway -- as his money's dwindling, he's been finding more creative ways to make money, and the life drawing class he somehow agreed to model for went well, if it was a bit embarrassing. (That's more people to have seen him naked in one day than his entire life previously.) Donating blood in Mafaton went less well -- in that the abdead phlebotomist stared at him the whole time and then caught him on the way out to hiss come back soon into his ear, thoroughly freaking him out.

They paid him a lot, though. He'll probably go back.

Since fixing his bike is a high priority for him, he decided to suck it up, took a couple shots of that whatever-it-is he's been keeping in a flask in his bag, and got on the skyrail northwest from Howl Barrow. His face is still a mess. The bruising is finally starting to fade and that cut on his head looks less hideous, but the rest of him is, as ever, impeccable, even if he could probably use another jacket. (Baedal is so cold, he's used to living somewhere where it's 20°C year-round.) When he gets to the property he pauses, hovering on the edge of it -- it's a lot bigger than he thought it would be and some of those machines are frankly fucking terrifying. (Fascinating, yes, he's dying to know how they work, but terrifying.) He is very difficult to miss, he's a million feet tall and looks rather out of place and lost.

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 )

selfmadman

Who: Don and Will
What: Heavy machinery.
Where: Tinker's Lot
When: LET'S SAY Veerdi
Notes: I think I did the blockquote right this time!
Warnings: Cigarette smoke contains carbon monoxide.

Malfoy had given him a name, a location; there he gets a few more names, days to try the bazaar and rough descriptions of vendors. Shops sell parts and machines that can be cannibalized. He sifts through boxes of scrap, one day runs across a Marlin hood ornament that's been turned into a necklace. Along the way a man with skin that crumbles like rotting leaves fingers the puckered scar at his chin and mentions the lot.

Don keeps track of all this himself. He likes maintaining the truck: it's absorbing work, and the results are right there for him to see. It's good to know it's waiting out there in the barn.

He enters Tinker's Lot for the first time with a list in his back pocket and a hand-drawn map he has to show someone to make sure it's oriented the right way. The place is parts and more parts scattered into the distance, corpses of vehicles that have been picked clean, looming contraptions that move with alarming unpredictability. He hates to gawk, but he has no choice as he picks his way through the yard.

He catches a hint of motor oil in the air.

charismatic

Who: Will and YOU
What:Apartment hunting and meeting/re-meeting(?) folks, hopefully.
Where: He's running all over the city and also works out a Tinker's Lot, so feel free to pick wherever.
When: Givdi/Thursday, all day.
Notes: Heyyyy, giving this a try. :|b I never have anything interesting to put in this field.
Warnings: None!

Scheduling at Tinker's Lot can be a bit tricky - there's always someone testing something, but it's hard to tell how long any particular trial is going to last. Out of the several things Will's been hired to try in the last few days, only one or two have been anything approaching successful - but it means he usually has some downtime between jobs, at least. It also means that, since he only had a couple scheduled runs this morning, he's free to spend the rest of the day looking around for a place to live once it's time to leave the Inn at the end of the week. He's not exactly sure what his budget's going to be, then, but he's got enough of an idea to ride the train around town and look at what's available.

He's still a little bit sore, but his body is readjusting as quickly as can be expected to an entirely new set of exertions and conditions, so taking a long walk (even if half of it is spent crammed into a train compartment) is probably good for him.

charismatic

Who: Will and ~~Bruce~~ Tom
What: Will has a shiny new job, Bruce is... looking for things.
Where: Tinker's Lot
When: Misdi/Tuesday
Warnings: Not to start with!

This is, technically, Will's first day on the job. He'd spent most of the day after party trying to pour his angry energy into his job search, because there wasn't much else he could do. It figures that he'd get pulled from one bad situation into a worse one, and one where he doesn't even know how to begin to fight back. There has to be some resistance movement somewhere, if things are that bad, even if there's a total media blackout, but he's not acclimated or connected enough to try to seek it out. He's pretty confident in his ability to not get killed, but he's more careful than he used to be.

None of that is showing right now – not when he's a few hundred feet above the ground and attempting to control a – actually, he's not even sure what it is. He'd been surprised, yesterday, when he was told to show up at 8 o'clock sharp, but now he's figuring this is probably a difficult job to fill. He pulls hard on the lever in front of him, attempting to even out the – whatever, he's going to call it an ostrich. He's never seen a real one, but he thinks he remembers them having ridiculous legs like the giant metal pair he's currently perched atop of.

“Can you get it to jump?” the green guy he's currently working for shouts from the viewing platform, and Will spares him a glance before he's being jerked sideways again.

“I'm working on it,” he yells back, lurching forward again. He's not too optimistic about it, since this thing doesn't really even walk all that well. Will got the hang of the controls pretty easily, but it's not a very responsive machine.

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