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Who: 'Dr Vanessza Bernát' & Spike Spiegel
What: Removing his stitches and checking in.
Where: Benny's Syriac Well home
When: Newdi!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore.
Warnings: Medical nonsense; anything else will be added as relevant.

The next time Spike arrives at Vanessza's split-level apartment (on his own two feet this time, and everything), it's a little different to last time - the furniture is all where it's actually meant to be and the sofas are uncovered, for starters. The glass doors out onto her patio are closed, and there's a dog sleeping beside it, where light comes down into the room. (Rigel; she's picking up new tags for him with her name and CiD number later. Practicalities.) The room smells of French perfume and a local blend of tea, instead of antiseptic, and it doesn't look like the kind of place that was chosen with makeshift operating rooms in mind.

At the door, Benevenuta smiles, very slightly.

“Come in. My usual home office is upstairs.”

mightyfallen

Who: Jack and Rachel
What: Talkin' about things
When: After hours
Where: Jack's office in Syriac Well
Warnings: Mild alcoholism

( i've got lots of them )

civilobedience

Who: The Militia, the city, and you.
What: The Arena Riots.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist.
When: Newdi, Eliaderen 1. (Monday Oct 1st)
Notes: Companion post for questions and plotting is here.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality, disturbing content and imagery, graphic death.

It's apparent even before dawn that something out of the ordinary is happening. Canton sheriffs are roused from their sleep or pulled away from their work to be told that on no uncertain terms, today will be a day that they do not leave their neat lines on the map. That their individual offices will be responsible for all crime and unrest within their jurisdictions, with no help; the powers that be offer no details, but the creeping feeling in their presence suggests no questions would be tolerated anyway – the implication that they'll all be watched is a strong one. In Mog Hill, Sheriff Norrington proceeds as he always does under such orders. In Mafaton, leadership is stoic but one deputy laughs, sharp and bitter, while the Emissary of the Council merely checks his watch, unseen underground. Sir Hellsing is pulled away from her dinner in the Guild Hall, a Sobek Croix deputy anxiously relaying the news. The sound of shattered glass disturbs the pre-dawn silence in Flyside, a brick hurled by some faceless figure into the front window of Thames – and nothing else.

From the Spire, hooded Militiamen move quietly and uniformly south, to Griss Twist. They are followed by wagons, full of prisoners.

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.

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler & Sebastian LeMat.
What: 'Have you graduated to stealing towns yet?' and other vital existential questions.
Where: Irene's apartment, Syriac Well.
When: Not too long after this.
Warnings: None.

( don't wanna live in fear and loathing. )

asklepios

Who: Lucius Malfoy & "Vanessza Bernát"
What: The chilling moment when the woman you've just slept with comes back with scissors.
Where: Benny's Syriac Well apartment.
When: Coardi evening.
Notes: A polyvore, it's essential.
Warnings: References to sexual activity; anything else and I'll edit it in. LMK if I miss something.

( I have known deep, sad eyes that yet concealed no secrets: caskets void of any gem )

gotbottle

Who: Raylan Givens and Rachel Conway
What: Dinner and catching up. And, likely, A Talk.
Where: In the general vicinity of Rachel's workplace in Syriac Well.
When: forward-dated to Veerdi.
Notes: passing mentions of sexual activity.
Warnings:see above.

Rachel packs it in for the weekend at a quarter to six, putting away files and notes, clearing her desk so it's neat for Newdi morning. It's something she's always done, as far back as college; a clean desk when she starts the next day's work is like a fresh start, it's soothing somehow.

Knocking off a little early also gives her time to duck into the restroom and make sure she's still presentable before heading for the front of the building. She's always thought it rude to keep someone waiting, or to make them have to ask somebody to go find you, and that's part of the reason she intends to meet Raylan out front.

The other part being she's still pretty new here, and even the best workplaces are full of gossip. She's not ready or willing to have her personal life or friendships examined quite so closely here, not yet. The front steps aren't far, but it's far enough to ward off most of the well-meaning-if-nosy questions and speculation.

So she's a few minutes ahead of six o'clock when she steps out the front door, ready to head down the steps to the sidewalk.

thedominatrix

Who: Irene & guests.
What: Birthday drinks.
Where: Syriac Well.
When: 24th Shadri.
Notes: An outfit.

( I want the love, the money and the perfect ending. )

mightyfallen

Who: EVERYONE.
What: A swanky party.
When: Sukkardi, 8 PM to the wee hours of the morning.
Where: Gibeah, Jack's new house in Syriac Well.
Warnings: None! Please place warnings in your subject lines as needed and I will edit them in.

Jack wasn't kidding about inviting half of Syriac Well. He may in fact have invited all of Syriac well but is only expecting half to show up. Still, it's his first chance to impress the people who will, with any luck, someday become his constituents. That goes for Syriac Well and the new cohort. (He doesn't plan to stop at city councilor, after all.) But, one step at a time. He hasn't even announced his candidacy yet; first, he has to meet the neighbors.

And so the house is done up with no expense spared, although care has been taken not to look too over the top. Syriac Well is upper middle class, and that means appreciating the finer things but perhaps not appreciating snobbery. There are servants, but not too many, and guests in fabulous gowns, but no shortage of cocktail-length dresses either. No one is turned away. The lights are hung, the food is served, and music wafts through the building. It's time for a party.

caballero

Who: ~~Bruce Wayne~~ "Tom" and you?
What: Some new stuff and some old stuff; there are a couple of thread starters but otherwise it's totally open.
Where: Various places - default starter is Bonetown, but if you'd like to bump into Kermit elsewhere, ping me to wrangle an idea, the world is our oyster.
Notes: I want your CR and I want your revenge. Tho I apologize ahead of time - Bruce is not really proactive socially so if you want to hurl your character at him you might have to be the one to poke him with a stick. Also his permissions post has been updated, so if you haven't interacted with him before it's worth a read. I'M SORRY THIS CHARACTER IS SO DIFFICULT.
Warnings: TBA.

( they've all returned resting on the mountain side )

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Benevenuta Crispo
What: Lucius continues to do the swap meet party a favour by not meeting up with anyone inside of it.
Where: Syriac Well
When: Backdated to Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden.
Warnings: TBA.

( a little trouble makes it worth the going; and a little rain never hurt no one )

thedominatrix

Who: Irene Adler, Benevenuta Crispo
What: Irene being extremely forward.
Where: Bernát Residence.
When: Call it a Sukkardi, not long after monster rain.
Warnings: see characters involved.

( I know exactly what I want and who I want to be. )

asklepios

Who: "Vanessza Bernát" and "Tom".
What: Anti-establishment pillow-talk.
Where: Her Syriac Well flat.
When: Veerdi night.
Warnings: References to sexual situations, reference to recent violent traumas.

( it's real early morning no-one is awake i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow with my eyes 'til they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks )

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? )

asklepios

Who: "Vanessza Bernát" and Jason Todd
What: Winning friends and influencing people.
Where: Benny's apartment in Syriac Well.
When: Vaguely nowish.
Notes: JILLI AND I HAVE BEEN REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS, IT'S KIND OF PATHETIC.
Warnings: Threats of medically expert violence, discussion of alarming things, specifics to follow when the thread progresses.

She takes her shoes off outside the apartment.

It means she's quieter when she comes inside, slipping the door open and closed again with so-gentle hands, stocking-feet and carpet and experience, the kind that means she already knows there's someone inside who shouldn't be. She can hear him in the next room (the scrape of the entrance to the crawl space, that's going to be a problem) and she makes a decision without breaking stride, a side-trip into the spare room for syringe, pulling the cap off the needle with her teeth as she keeps moving.

The apartment is too cramped for the sword and he's between her and the crossbow. It wouldn't have been ideal, anyway.

While there are worse ways to be greeted by a woman than her hand on your inner thigh, Jason would be forgiven for preferring some of them to the prick of a syringe through his jeans and a (mostly) French accent floating up with her perfume (Guerlain, Shalimar, he probably saw the bottle while he was going through her things): “An air embolism is not a fool-proof method of killing someone. An artery is almost ideal, but how much air is needed and what it will actually do to your body, these things, they vary. If I don't care for your explanation -- and you will give me an explanation -- then you and I, we will play the odds. Regardless of whether you live or die, it will not be pleasant. Am I understood?”

(She sounds like she's talking to a patient.)

caballero

Who: ~~Bruce Wayne~~ Tom and Kalinda Sharma.
What: An interrupted mugging. And more.
Where: Syriac Well, near Stoneshell.
When: Tonightish.
Warnings: Violence.

( killing is killing, whether done for glory, profit, or fun )

requiresssacrifice

Who: Rex Lewis, Ana Lewis, Odessa Wander, open to all
What: Rex has some going-away drinks after quitting his nursing gig and gifts his sister with a weapon.
Where: A low-key bar in Mog Hill and Ana's home in Syriac Well.
When: A few days after St. Kelley's.
Notes: I'll be tossing up two threads for Ana and Odessa, but if your character wants to run into Rex/has business with him and his engineering workshop ~~which may or may not take weapons contracts~~, feel free to start a new thread. It can be anywhere/anytime, I'm flexible and can make up reasons for Rex about.
Warnings: N/A

( This is totally not filler. )

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and "Vanessza Bernát"
What: A second appointment.
Where: Syriac Well.
When: Newdie afternoon.

He Apparates silently out front her apartment building, likely startling anyone who happens to be crowding the sidewalk - but that is also one of the small, pettier pleasures of living in Baedal. Good to remember when home sickness, or something like it and perhaps with more dignity, draws its bow across his nerves like the world's tiniest violin. It's coming down with sleet, a little bit London about its damp Christmas weather and urban angles, and he allows a glance around before leaving it behind. He carries specks of the quick-melting ice water on his coat, one that is the approximate same colour as the grey streets he leaves behind, his clothing plainly Muggle in cut and sensibilities for all that long, scraggling tendrils of platinum-grey hair and affected addition of a cane is less so.

But there are all kinds, out here.

The end of that length of elm is used to knock against "Vanessza's" door when he arrives at it, drawing up his posture as if he has to remember to do so, a small twitch at his mouth at the twinge to his arm at the movement. A glance down at shoes, reflexive if belated, to see that they are suitably clean, for all the good it would do him.

truth_is_cold

Who:Gaheris Rhade and whoever helps him out...
What: Rhade is running from Candlelighters after he's been found out.
Where: Right on the outskirts of Dog Fenn, coming in from Syriac Well.
When: Late in the evening. Date flexible to mun necessity.
Warnings & Notes: Blood. Violence likely. Always with the angst warning. Until his boneblades grow back they won't be readily visible.

( This section of Baedal has gotten cool and crisp at the late hour... )

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and "Vanessza Bernát"
What: What's the use of kind turns, if you can't call in a favour? A little bit of patching up ensues.
Where: Eventually, Syriac Well.
When: Veerdi night.

It's a good thing, Lucius Malfoy reflects, that he had advocated to her the benefits of the kindness of strangers.

Or else this might seem unusual.

Not that there is much unusual about his current circumstance. A normal Veerdi evening in Baedal should see a wizard peeling back the mock up bandaging he's fashioned from conjured silk, soaked through with blood, and evaluating the damage. More complaint in the furrow of his brow for the torn fabric than broken skin, but then again, he isn't looking at that latter thing as closely as he ought, and he's already magically numbed the injury so as best to carry on with his fucking day. The charm had worn out by sundown, however, and he can feel the encroaching beginnings of human pain needling at his senses.

He runs the tap to let red come off his palm and spiral down the silver drain. A train has pulled in at the station, audible even in the public bathroom he has claimed for himself and magically locked against unwanted intruders. In the narrative, this implies a state of crossroads. Except he usually Apparates.

Hand clean, he takes out his CiD. Hesitates, as is only fitting. They call him 'family'.

you implied you are a doctor

And waits.

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closed; this is after you stopped on a bridge by a statue to admire her hands

i wanna slay my demons, but i've got lots of them

The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

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

→ i've lived a lot of different lives, been different people many times

( closed ) lovely cases without jewels, lockets without relics, emptier and deeper than you are

But these stories don't mean anything / when you've got no one to tell them to

→ take me to wonderland.

party post ✶ now i'm ready for the last hurrah, dying like a shooting star

someone's mouth said, "paint them all red"

they're dancing on the roof and the ceiling's coming down

→ I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

every morning i walk towards the edge; c l o s e d;

→ I find shelter in this way.

( closed ) when we die, i believe we go to a better place; no where.

men murdered themselves into this democracy

gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

a little sincerity is a dangerous thing; a great deal of it is absolutely fatal

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i think back home they think i've lost my mind

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