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Who: Angela and Barbara
What: Trying to reconnect with many feels.
Where: Babs' House
When: Newdi evening
Warnings: None as of yet.

She's only been gone about a week, but it feels like it's been so much longer than just a few days for Angela. Coming back to a place like Baedal is always bittersweet. Angela was more than happy being back home, seeing her father, her friends, even the cafeteria lady at the Jeffersonian who always snuck her an extra piece of chocolate cake. Her memory of any alternate universe was gone, fuzzy at the very best. It felt like nothing more than just a forgotten vague dream if she even did manage to squeeze something from her mind.

Life was good.

But now she's back, standing on Barbara's doorstep, hesitating whether she should ring the doorbell, knock, or just turn around and walk away. So many things were left unsaid between them. It was a fast friendship, one Angela dearly needs now that Brennan has gone home herself. Will Babs want to see her? Angela doesn't know. She's seen how differently people respond to others leaving and coming back. Some are grateful to see their friends once more, others are angry, rightfully so, for abandoning them. It's a flip of the coin here and the quarter Angela would usually flip is the round black plastic button encased in gold plated metal right next to the front door.

It's a gamble. This ain't Vegas, but Angela takes chances. This woman gets things done and that includes pushing her finger against a doorbell.

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. )

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.

controlledvariable

Who: Steph and friends!
What: A birthday party
Where: A restaurant in... let's go with Howl Barrow? It's not really important.
When: Sukkadi night
Notes: HI. If we haven't pre-discussed this and you're unsure whether your character would be invited, hit me up and I will tell you. On the off-chance your character would like to bring a friend/SO, we can work something out. But yes, come here, tag around and feel free to talk to everyone. Have fun or Steph will make sad faces. P.S. She's wearing this because I wanted an excuse to use it.
Warnings: None for now

( and my party was cancelled )

baedalites

Who: Curious first gen youth, temple personnel, sundry
What: A visit to a temple, a ritual witnessed
Where: Eliandre's Temple in Griss Twist
When: Presumably in the afternoon
Notes: A temple scene was requested
Warnings: Risk of Zen philosophy, death may be referenced

The gods of Baedal, though often elusive, hold a great amount of power and influence - not least through the people who pay them tribute. It may be subtle but it's always there, or that's what people claim; prayers answered, favours granted, vengeance exacted. There are many public temples in the city and more, presumably, that are closed off to visitors. Temple folk are a common sight on the streets.

As her dominions bid, Eliandre is a god of many temples and great complexity. Justice is never simple and though it shouldn't be, death often is. Her home in Griss Twist is one of the larger temples in the city as it harbours the Hush, an old atrium garden. It's big enough to keep tall knotted trees and more humble specimens. There is even a pond for koi fish and some more unique creatures. Its caretakers are often older people, retired from a life spent in the presence of death. They never speak; talking is strictly prohibited inside of the Hush.

Outside is a different matter through it rarely gets loud. The décor is an exercise contrasts, black and bone white tile covers the floor. There are places to sit, some comfortable while others appear less so. Black offering bowls filled with white teeth stand on an altar by the wall, not really in focus. There is always a votary and some novices about to field and advise visitors or supplicants. There are ordinators too, figures that keep to the background dressed in solid black or solid white. They don't bother anyone who does not need to be bothered.

At the moment, the place has an energy to it, the feel of something happening. A small group of people look have gathered around a woman with xenian features. She's older, the fur on her pointed and notched ears going snowy. The group seems very amiable, a little eager perhaps for the woman's taste to be fawning over her but she bears it with grace. It's a procession of sorts, heading towards the Hush.

baedalites

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.

goodsoldier

Who: Babs and Jason
What: surprise apartment warming! and then Jason is like "hey how about you run this show."
Where: Jason's new, less shitty apartment
When: after... stuff.......
Notes: no he doesn't actually have a campbell soup poster, god. (it's that poster of the two girls in bed kissing) (NO IT'S NOT) (it's a mucha prinOKAY I'M STOPPING NOW)
Warnings: can't imagine anything happening here

It is a reasonable time to switch living spaces, what with various areas of the city having been trashed, and in any case, he is not particularly happy to stay in one apartment for too long. Even if he weren't doing this whole thing, he would have left by this time. The deed to the previous place is still in his name, but now someone else is paying him rent, which finds its way to the oblivious landlord.

There's no real motivation for choosing a nicer place this time other than the fact he has a bit more money to do so. Helena, Babs, and Steph get the new address. That's approximately three more people than he's used to, but it's not wholly unpleasant.

Like last time, the apartment almost completely lacks any personal touch, unless you count the weapons.

cestrumnocturnum

Who: Benji Ryans and You?
What: A transdimensional kidnapping might give anyone restless dreams.
Where: In your head. Or her head. Something like that.
When: Various nights through the week.
Notes: Please see the OOC post. Beneath the cut is a general idea of the setting in which you can tag in, but let me know if you'd like me to threadstart!
Warnings: Possible violence, depictions of ruined New York City.

( almost neurotic in its determination to imitate empiric failure and ignore empiric success )

joiedeviolet

Who: Barbara, Kate, and Steph
What: The side effects of not too clean monsters
Where: Barbara's Safehouse in Brock Marsh
When: Late Coardi morning

She's not well.

It's not something Kate likes to admit, but laid up in this bed, waiting for her fever to finally break is as painful as her arm. At least the feeling's returning to it, but she's unsure whether the fact that the numbness that used to be there was better compared to the shooting pains all up and down her arm. From shoulder to fingertip, muscles burn and Kate can feel the every movement pull at the barely healed edges of the claw wound. Even when Kate barely shifts between the clean sheets, the injury reminds her that it's there, ruining her life. Being out there on the streets would be a lot more satisfying than staring at the ceiling all day and she would kill a monster in exchange for a hot shower.

She's also curious.

As soon as she's alone from whatever person has been sent to check on her, Kate sits up against the headboard and picks at the tape holding the gauze secure, wanting to see how bad things look under there. She should be afraid that it'll leave a nasty scar, but a scar is the least of her worries. Mostly, Kate's worried that it'll ruin her flexibility. Another scar is just that--another scar. It comes with the business.

amourpropre

Who: Barbara Gordon, Benevenuta Crispo, Lucius Malfoy (Sr), Severus Snape α
What: Because scavengers can be as bad as predators.
Where: Brock Marsh
When: Misdi
Notes: Info on thestrals for quick reference, although note that a) Hagrid and Luna are crazy people, and b) these ones aren't tame.
Warnings: Possibly some gore, combat against monsters, medical things.

( people used to think they were bad omens )

bodilesswarrior

Who: Barbara and Wolfgang
What: Barbara tracks down one of the victims in the first leaked Militia tape to have a chat.
Where: Badside!
When: Now!
Warnings: Probable discussion of police brutality.

( then my heart it grew ashen and sober )

goodsoldier

Who: Barbara Gordon and Jason Todd
What: saying hello
Where: Barbara's residence in Brock Marsh
When: late morning
Notes: "hey I'm alive want to join my secret club"
Warnings: probable FEELINGS

Although he'd told Rex he'd have Barbara contact him, Jason had not even spoken with Barbara; he had no idea if Barbara would even want to talk to him, let alone have anything to do with any of his vague plans. He'd been acting on instinct, drawing on the one resource he'd been so reluctant to draw on until now. He didn't care to count the years that separated them. In many ways, he'd come to assume that her silence was more meaningful than his. He had the files Talia had given him, and Barbara had herself as Oracle. They could have both made contact at any time. But Barbara didn't know he knew. If she never contacted him, it must be deliberate.

Then again, one of the reasons he'd made his move in Gotham at the exact time he did was because of two people exiting the city: Cassandra Cain, and Barbara. Their collective absence was the only thing that had allowed him to run wild like he had — that and Bruce's unwillingness to believe the truth. What (if anything) she read into that, Jason couldn't know.

It is not right, it is not fair, for him to swing by after a long night out, to sit on her doorstep and drink coffee and think about how he kind of needs to shave. But she must know that he's like this already, even if she doesn't know he's in the city. There aren't cameras everywhere in Baedal like there were in Pseudo New York; there, she'd sent Cassandra to him so he could serve as a warning, as an example. An educational tool for the family member Barbara wanted to keep, he'd decided, and did not resent that. It had given him a chance to make his case to Cass, though in the end, it served Barbara's purposes.

He had been relatively incautious about tracking Stephanie, but he's been much more wary of surveying Barbara. There's only been a few glimpses here and there, always at a distance. He thinks he probably should have stopped at the apartment and shaved. It's a ridiculous thought. He's here because he's pretty sure she'll have finished this morning's tutoring session and may head home from there, so fuck shaving, at least he brought her some coffee. Hopefully she'll be back before it gets cold. Hopefully she'll actually talk to him. Hopefully she may even let him inside. Hope is stupid, like him; neither of them will stay down, and he can't tell whether this decision to approach her is stupidity, instinct, hope, or both.

controlledvariable

Who: Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon
What: Planning
Where: Steph's apartment, then Babs' place
When: Just after the transmissions
Notes: none
Warnings: Police brutality, violence, swearing, might contain mentions of PTSD

( you better know what you're fighting for )

andyoullmissit

Who: Clarice and YOU?
What: Some trading, some information gathering, some wandering.
Where: Out and about, certainly including Mafaton, but quick transport between neighborhoods isn't so much an issue for her.
When: Veerdi, all day
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging her. If you want to grab me ooc for plots before taggin, IRC or plurk are both fine.
Warnings: TBA if necessary

Peace is starting to get to her.

Granted, someone outside the situation might suggest the destruction of her world, including every person she ever cared about, might be what was getting to her, but Clarice long ago learned ways to survive. Looking too closely at her injuries wasn't one of those.

She's bad at stillness, though, and she's bad at domesticity. She doesn't sleep easily, but after all these years, she'd miss her nightmares, she sometimes thinks. Her whole life has been fighting, and now there's just waiting. Waiting and fog.

At least she's not half bad at the latter. (The fog probably isn't helping her mental state either, but she ignores that for now, like everything else that doesn't suit her.) She's doing alright, and is subtly picking up information about the guild. Maybe it'd be worth joining, so she didn't have to worry about stepping on toes when she goes out.

She still gets odd looks, but that's nothing. As long as she can pick out the people who are too afraid to be interacted with properly, she can get by.

She misses a lot of people, but then she buys herself fresh bread and tells herself it's not so bad. Sometimes she even believes it.

molotovmartinis

Who: OPEN
What: cheap Tarot card readings
Where: Aspic, on the edge of the bazaar
When: all day!
Notes: Balthazar's permissions, especially important if your character has any supernatural aspects
Warnings: Balthazar is a creep! But he is also pretending to be someone else so he may be less creepy. Who knows.

Divination is an industry in Baedal: seers and those with farsight are fairly commonplace, and if you're looking for reliable, there are better places to go than Aspic's bazaar.

But if you're looking for cheap, or just for entertainment, then this teeny booth is promising. Many of the props Balthazar is using are real; for example, the tent, table, the chair, the deck of Tarot cards, and the sign with the prices ("past/present/future - ₭2") are all real and exactly as they seem. But the person lounging behind the table is covered with illusions. On the outermost surface, which is a thin glamour, it's a young lady with long red hair and dark eyes. She's wearing a heavy, shapeless black dress made of wool with tights, an overcoat, and a bright yellow scarf.

Beneath that layer is a middle-aged woman with fading red hair and tired eyes, in the same clothing. It's a much stronger illusion, more realistic than the pretty top layer, and has its own scent of bitter tea and harsh soap.

Beneath that layer is Balthazar as he often appears, a businessman in a three piece pinstriped suit, perhaps in his mid to late thirties. And beneath that, of course, is his true self, the rotten face of a demon. Anybody able to see that far in may pick up hints of sulfur. He's sure there are people who can see him as he is; some of them hurry past, some of them don't care. Some of them can only see the aging woman. It doesn't much matter to him. He huddles in the scant protection the tent covers, though of course he's never cold, watching those that pass him by, and tapping his fingers next to the worn deck as he waits.

boomvox

Who: Jae and you.
What: Sorting his head out, getting back to work.
Where: Various places around town, including bar hopping and slice of life activities in Creekside, at work at the Vault, Anarchy 99, and the radio station, and at a temple in Brock Marsh.
When: Over the next week.
Notes: Would you like to bump into Jae somewhere? Note the location/vague timeline in your tag and it shall be so.
Warnings: Unpleasant thoughts about rape culture, drug use.

( i hope you don't mind that it was wired but you called me and said you don't want your friends to know but what if you had to go what about then )

shadeofviolent

Who: Helena Bertinelli and YOU. (Closed thread for Stephanie Brown)
What: Flipping around town like a proper vigilante/working mom/person
Where: Around Baedal, but with a focus in Bonetown
Notes: Start a new thread if the ones I've set up don't fit what you have in mind C:
Warnings: Possibly violence in some threads?

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Entries tagged with } barbara gordon

» they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right

some die looking for a hand to hold

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

Two years in a row now, someone I loved died on my birthday

I didn’t know how frail your throat was under the blue collar.

birds singing in the sycamore tree

handing over reins or shirking responsibilities, your choice

you can't rely on bringing people downtown, you have to put them there.

» stay the night and i promise i won't die

a dog will bite if you bait it

(no subject)

the lebanon won't speak my name

This is a cold war

they're going to have to fight me (open)

I want my money back.

i wrote this song while i was drunk

born from dark water

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