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Who: falsejezebel, inkstainedsword, and edsidlemirth
What: A drink with an old friend(?) before an outing with a new one
Where: Some classy bar, then uh somewhere featuring a lovely ballet
When: last Veerdi, early evening on into night
Warnings: None?

Another ~~Friday~~Veerdi off, another night out, though Aimery had much classier intentions than the last. He dressed for the ballet in his nicest gray suit paired with his new bowler hat and his far older sword; yes, bringing a sword to upscale venues was perhaps a little uncouth, but he didn't want to look a target- especially since he would likely be escorting a Lady home.

He was meeting Eddie at the bar first and only intended to have a drink or two at most so as to be sober for the performance. Honestly, Aimery was glad to have an excuse to leave should Eddie prove as annoying as he had been lately- he knew they'd once been close, close friends, and Eddie did have his high points, but, well. At times it was hard to see what he must've seen in him once.

Anna, on the other hand, was charming and lovely. She reminded him of Gundred grown up they way he'd like her to, not still messy and childish. She was a delight, hence his invitation to the ballet. Aimery had never seen one before and Anna seemed the sort to appreciate it. He intended to meet her at the theater as well, though he was very slightly late due to getting a little turned around on his way.

gotbottle

Who: Edward Nigma and Rachel Conway
What: a meal and some telling of stories/sharing of info
Where: Cafe Handwavium, somewhere in the city
When: Shundi, in the evening
Notes: n/a
Warnings: Potential for high levels of animated chatter. :|a

Rachel's waylaid a bit at the end of her shift, a customer lingering. By the time she's washed up, split up the tip jar, and headed out, she's worried she'll be late.

But she makes good time, managing to get to the place only a handful of minutes after the agreed-upon time. She glances in one of the cafe's big picture windows at the front, looking to see if she can spy Eddie inside, if he's arrived already, as she's on her way to the entrance.

bonhomme7h.livejournal.com

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

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. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: OPEN to all residents.
What: The ant-situation is changing!
Where: Throughout the city.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

( Mission Alpha )

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: A whole lot of ants and YOU!
What: Exploring houses overrun by giant ants! Interacting with ants!
Where: Three specific ant hive houses have cropped up in Baedal.
When: The ants become visible late Sukkardi, so any time after Shundi will do.
Notes: To organize expeditions into the ant hives and to see what your characters will find there, please see the OOC post. NPCs, general GMing, and mod guidance are all available upon request.
Warnings: Bugs! Possible horror. Will update as needed.

When the ants come out of the ground it happens very quietly and it happens at night. Baedal wakes up to chitinous sound of insect labour. At first there is some panic - memories of strange creatures emerging from below to attack the city fresh in everyone's mind - but it is soon evident that the ants, while curious, pose no immediate threat to the City. They seem content to work and live inside the houses they have occupied; houses no one has noticed or cared about for years.

Soon, the ant-occupied houses begin to change. The ants are building something on the rooftops, something like towers, stretching towards the heavens. Birds that fly too close to the buildings quickly disappear.

manipulativni.livejournal.com

Who: Katherine Pierce and you!

What: Getting a drink before dinner.

Where: A fairly upscale bar.

When: Late-ish.

Notes: Katherine needs to feed, but it's a bit too crowded out to do so without arousing suspicion, so she heads out to get a drink to curb the hunger until she can.

Warnings:

None yet, possibly some violence later on.

The bar is less crowded than the streets outside, but the atmosphere still feels a little too claustrophobic for Katherine's tastes. She's been out for a few hours, trying to find someone foolish enough to lead astray into a secluded place so she can drain them of enough of their blood to be satiated, but every time she's gotten close, someone's interrupted at the last moment, or the prey became distracted and headed in the opposite direction, and following would have looked too suspicious to an observer. There are very few people who are in on her secret, and for the moment, she wants to keep it that way.

The hunger isn't unbearable at the moment, not even close to the worst she's ever experienced it, but it's not terribly pleasant, either, and so she's decided to duck into a bar near her hotel to get herself a drink to curb the craving. She takes a seat and orders, keeping an ear out for any opportunity to feed. This is a lazier way of hunting, but it's just as effective.

primogen_vampirate

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: The staff and residents of the Valhalla Inn with a special guest appearance by the Militia.
What: A lock-down. A shake-down. Some questions.
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Different locations will be designated by different subthreads.
When: Early Coardi morning and into the afternoon.
Notes: OOC Discussion
Warnings: None yet, but expect (subtle) threats, coercion, and general jackboot'n'blackbag shenanigans.

Rumour travels fast in Baedal; soon everyone in Mog Hill and beyond will know that the Militia are at the Valhalla Inn and no one is getting out. Official word is that this is strictly routine; protocol dictates Arrival Houses be locked down for evaluation after a City-wide crisis. It's still early morning. Outside, the sun is rising after a night of gentle rain. Birds sing and gorge themselves on dead monkeys yet to be cleared away. It's going to be a beautiful day.

Meanwhile, inside Valhalla, the Militia have firmly requested that every guest, every employee and every incidental visitor gather in the Common Room as they search the rest of the Inn. The proprietor and her staff are visibly unhappy about the event, but the closest they have come to voicing dissent is managing to call for the Sheriff. Still, so far the gentleman who seems to be in charge of the proceedings has been nothing but curtly polite. The Militia works fast; they have gone through the whole place in less than an hour and are now, as they say, ready to take interviews. These will be conducted one-on-one in a different room of the Inn. Most individuals who arrived after the creature invasion are sorted out and escorted outside of the building. Some, however, are not.

None of the Special's agents or their more thuggish companions say so, at least not out in the Common Room, but it is evident that their search turned up something.

truthsandlyres

Who: Apollo and YOU, please

What: Having a drink

Where: One of the taverns by the inn

When: Sukkardi (Saturday)evening

Notes: Multiple threads okay!

Warnings:Tipsy Apollo?

Apollo was not unfamiliar with battle. He'd watched dozens of them. Hundreds of them, maybe. He knew how war worked, understood that people were drawn to bloodshed, believed that world peace would never be achieved. Still, it had never mattered before.

He had never been in the middle of it before.

The whole event had left a bad taste in his mouth, which was why he found himself knocking back drinks. More than ever, he was eager to get back home, to be able to distance himself from all the unpleasantry again. "Another," he called out, pushing his empty glass back. Half distracted by a woman down at the other end of the bar with dark eyes and a large chest. Eyeing him less than discretely and he felt nothing. A sigh of disgust. What was wrong with him?

synergismus

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

( On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. )

scorpiontongue.livejournal.com

Who: Kriv (and possibly his familiar) and OPEN

What: Assorted meetings and misadventures.

Where: The Valhalla Inn, bookstores, the bazaar, the streets, w/e.

When: Varies. :3

Notes: ed is a slowtagger. (_ )_

Warnings: Kriv can be a jerk and Erthesvent isn't much better, but at least she can't talk.

It isn't that he cannot restrain his poor temper; he would not have survived to adulthood if he couldn't, let alone the various adventures and misadventures that came along after. It is, simply put, that he does not like to do so, and often chooses not to do so, and that is something else entirely. It is this grudging self-control that keeps Kriv mostly on the side of behaving himself here, though he sees no reason why he should also smile and be cheerful or polite while he's at it. So when you find him, wherever you find him, there is no mistaking the red-scaled man for a happy citizen. He glares, he grumbles, he growls. He speaks sharply, though not crudely, and walks like one who has never really relaxed a day in his life and knows exactly where he is going thank you. He roars, once, at a would-be pickpocket who quickly reconsiders that particular course of action. Kriv does not slay the offender on the spot, and somewhere out there his companions had damn well better appreciate that one.

He doesn't have money to spare, currently, but that does not allow him to resist the siren song of bookstores when he passes those of the 'dusty and full to overflowing with history and dull old literature' persuasion. The usefulness of knowledge aside, one never knows when a lucky moment might reveal some text of a more arcane sort, unidentified and forgotten. Likewise the library at the inn, though those books are in his opinion far too easily available to be promising. Other errands are more immediately practical: he buys what few supplies he most needs and can currently afford, and makes extensive mental notes on those items he'll have to come back for later.

Erthesvent is with him always, of course, though at times she waits unseen within him, a little scrap of spirit and thought. Other times she perches upon his shoulder, rustles her wings and glares, or else takes to the air to bring him news of what she sees below. It is her keen eyes that spot that unfortunate pickpocket, and her wordless animal cry that her master understands perfectly.

They work well together and they will sort this mess out together. One way or another.

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A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

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