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Who: Everyone.
What: Part two begins.
When: Evening, a few hours before the end of the 24-hour siege period.
Notes: Feel free to thread in comments here or make your own posts! NPC your own monsters, team up in locations anywhere you like, and feel free to plot things at the plotting post, which has the relevant details. Remember that this is city-wide, so you are free to do what you like with locations.

Just after dark, the air of Baedal seems to change. While it was tense before, with the stand-off in Mafaton, a new kind of electrical energy begins to spread through the city, leaking from the sky itself. The horizon is clear tonight, even starry where the city lights don't obscure the view, but soon enough it begins to blur with color, and at an alarmingly rapid pace. Bright streaks of pink and green begin to spiral across the sky, in an approximation of the auroras, though it is much nearer and brighter than any common demonstration of an aurora should be. The geomagnetic storm swirls and dances, initially beautiful, but its intensity is ominous.

It's also growing. Most geomagnetic storms stay to one corner, but this spreads across the entire sky, green-purple-pink-red illuminated and inching further into the dark, leaving the city of Baedal tinted with a dim, eerie glow. This continues for about a half an hour, until that tension reaches its breaking point.

The magical boundaries holding Mafaton crack and then completely shatter. It is audible, and the backlash sends flying many of the Candlelighters trying frantically to preserve the borders of their siege. A few of them are killed by the backlash of their spell's combustion, but more are simply shaken; having one's magic work so thoroughly broken is not a pleasant experience. The sound covers another tearing, this time a metaphysical one that rips the heavens open in places the common eye can't see. Those whose vision allows them to observe different layers of reality will notice, but others will only see the incoming flood of creatures from other universes.

One siege has ended, but another has just begun, and this time, it's not just Mafaton at risk.

apostatised

Who: MARTEL, Stephanie Brown, Hellsing employees, semi-open.
What: Candlelighters in the library, and Integra slipped Martel’s leash.
Where: The Blessed St Brian; Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: The day after Integra's announcement.
Notes: Library patrons are free to talk amongst themselves in reaction, if they so desire.
Warnings: Violence.

( but overcoming our nature is what separates us from the animals. )

wingwalker

Who: Xas & You
What: Feels about religion, followed by feels about plants, and also new acquaintances/friends/enemies.
Where: In or around Chimer. Specifically the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in the morning to early afternoon, then the Chimer City Trail Park - but he could have wandered elsewhere by nightfall, although he'll have a plant with him.
When: All day Shundi.
Notes: I have never done this summary-y type thing before. I'm sorry if it's the worst. Also, a rough approximation of clothes, minus the goofy hat and creepy mannequin face.
Warnings: None, I think. If anything comes up in the comments, I'll edit accordingly.

( be gentle )

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai, Stephanie Brown
What: A date
Where: El Train, then off to work on Stephanie's bike
When: 5 p.m.
Notes: None
Warnings: N/A

The date promised to be interesting, Jay thought. The fact that he'd be working on a motorcycle definitely would help the date go smoothly, since that was something he'd actually know something about, and Stephanie seemed nice when he'd met her. For this reason, he was definitely looking forward to the date when he clocked out, making sure he left on time today instead of getting wrapped up in work and staying over.

He was wearing his usual work attire, which for this particular date would work well since it was made to get messy and work on trains, and would fill all the basic requirements for working on a bike as well. Once he went out into the main part of the train station, Jay began scanning the crowd for a familiar blonde head.

gwynn

Who: Megan and yooouuuuu
What: Still spiraling into a pit of self-destructiveness, but with less horrible traumatized feels, Megan could use some distractions.
Where: Specifically mentioned are Griss Twist and Howl Barrow, but anywhere is fine.
When: Ruudary 27-29th
Notes: If you need a specific prompt and don't have ideas PUNCH ME OVER PM we can plot things...
Warnings: Drinking, drug use, will add as needed.

( once the world stops spinning read that writing on the wall. you never knew. is the cushion just enough to break the fall? won't you cry? )

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.

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 )

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 )

forourqueen

Who: Gabriel & Random Meetings
What: Rogues do what rogues do best. Stalk people.
Where: Valhalla Inn -> Mafaton -> Who knows?
When: Sukkardi the 14th, Ruudary
Warnings: Some zombie gore.

Gabriel had never really expected anything else from this place, so the outrage from the violent scenes shown in the CiDs didn't bother him. Humans were evil, xenophobic assholes. Nothing new there. It just proved that this place was no different from Azeroth, and you could never be safe if you were a little bit different. (Then again, where was the fun in that?) If they acted this way towards the 'xenians', how would they treat the undead?

The fact that he could move almost anywhere unseen was a plus for someone that could be mistaken for someone far too interested in brains (not that he didn't mind a bite or two) but it made things a bit difficult when it came to moving Styx away from Valhalla. He needed to get away from that place and the multitude of confused newcomers, but the skeletal horse wasn't exactly easy to hide.... and it lacked Gabriel's stealthing skills. What kind of place would take such an animal, and how could he find out if he could not speak to people?

So what do you do about something like that? Beat up a guy, steal his clothes and hide yourself, of course! A hoodie was a bit odd for someone used to leather armor, but it covered up his rotted face quite well, especially combined with a scarf. Adding gloves and a baggy pair of pants, he looked fairly incognito. Enough to go out on the streets without hiding in the shadow, invisible for the naked eye... and hopefully he could meet people to wring out information from.

Even if they needed a sharp incentive.

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde Decima and Hasi; OPEN
What: The water helps her.
Where: The Gross Tar; initially near her waterfall territory in Raven's Gate, after that various areas.
When: Givdi with Hasi; open after that through Shundi.
Notes: Specify time/place (if not Raven's Gate) if you tag in, please!
Warnings: Descriptions of LM:A-related horrors to follow in the thread with Hasi; discussion of rape & related fall out in thread with Jae.

When she finally goes down to the water, it feels so good that she hates herself for a moment sliding in, her clothes on the bank under an illusion. It soaks into her skin like she belongs there and she's glad that she got there first, that Hasi isn't there yet, because sinking into it hurts a little and it's-- not anybody's business what internal conflicts she's having. She just died. She's allowed to feel...whatever this is that she's feeling, and whatever it is she's going to feel it at the bottom of the river for a while, her tail catching light as it flicks up before she dives.

She'll surface, eventually.

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier & you.
What: Open post. Feel free to throw your characters at him.
Where: Mog Hill & Mafaton or somewhere in the central area of the city that your character is likely to bump into him.
When: Veerdi afternoon and evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

With no afternoon appointments and no one needing his immediate help at the Glory Shada (he is a counselor, after all, and they tend to keep more regular hours), Charles decides to slip away from work early in order to window shop around the city. It's mostly to look at furniture and other essential household items, although bookshops and strange trinkets inevitably end up catching his eye. Every so often he can be seen in shops, snapping pictures on his CiD, enquiring after prices and how long someone will be able to keep a reservation. Occasionally he'll wander into a cafe for coffee or tea on the go, more to warm up on a chilly Ruundary than anything else.

While walking, he lets his mind idle around, picking up and sifting through passing thoughts as he goes. Despite some friendly warnings to be cautious and his own recent encounters with the unforeseen forces of Baedal, he really can't help himself at times.

controlledvariable

Who: Stephanie Brown. Anyone who wants to meet Batgirl (Open).
What: Patrol.
Where: Starting in Mog Hill and heading towards the Spatters, passing through Bonetown and other neighborhoods.
When: Misdi/Coardi. Any time between sunset and sunrise.
Notes: Characters can run into her if they're on the rooftops as well, or if they're down on street level getting into, or up to, trouble. Rather than setting up a thread for each neighborhood, just LMK which area you're in.
Warnings: Violence/death/gore in the thread with Snape.

( I went out to pick a fight with anyone )

gwynn

Who: EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
What: When it's time to party we will always party hard.
Where: Megan's apartment, Howl Barrow
When: Sukkardi/Saturday night
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged. Also, again, if you want to tag in but your character wouldn't just show up, feel free to assume Megan befriended them somewhere and dragged them over/invited them personally.
Warnings: Preemptive warnings for drug use, naughty language and sexual situations.

Megan's housepartment (it looks like a house to her, but the realtor assured her it is an apartment, okay, whatever) is a quaint little thing in the middle of a friendly, middle class Howl Barrow street that is deceptively tame by day and comes alive by night. Her neighbours are super chill, which is her favourite part of living here -- she asked around about a party, if the noise would be a problem, and nobody had any problem with it. Howl Barrow rules.

The inside's a bit furnitureless right now -- she's got a few mismatched chairs and a pull-out sofa, that's about it -- but she's already started decorating a little, hanging art on the walls and putting up nice curtains. (Nobody is allowed to puke on her new curtains.) She's well-stocked with a wide selection of alcohol, ranging from mid-price beer to hard liquor, and snacks, nothing fancy.

She's got her bong out too, yeah.

By 7, there's already a couple people milling about and drinking -- coworkers from the Vault, mostly. Music's playing from an old suitcase turntable set up on the kitchen counter, it's something Baedal-native, hard rock, and in an alien language.

For the shy and/or drunken Snow Whites, there's a friendly, fluffy ragdoll cat lounging around, casually draping herself wherever is most convenient for attention and adulation. Caution: do not give cat beer.

toldastory

Who: Martha Jones and you. This is an open log for anyone who wants random CR.
What: Shopping and wandering around the city.
Where: All around Baedal
Warnings: None really. Will update as needed.

So far, one of the only good things about the city was the fact that she now had an entire city to prowl about when she was getting bored, restless or otherwise ansty. At the moment she needed wide expanses of space just to walk and think. She wore a trench coat, and hand her hands shoved deeply into her pockets as she moved through the city, going in further and further circles from the cottage she shared and the woods that had become so claustrophobicly familiar.

Different scenery, she decided different scenery and retail therapy. No one ever went wrong when it came to retail therapy and Martha's bonus from Hellsing was burning a hole in her pocket. Maybe she'd hit up a market or a bar or find the pet shop she'd heard about earlier. All and all, Martha Snape-Jones was just trying to do something.

aldabeyoun

Who: Njoki, Bob Barker & YOU.
What: Fixin' horses, seein' clients, chattin' on the phone, etc.
Where: Mafaton, various other places throughout Baedal.
When: All throughout the week
Notes: The remade horse scenario is for Martha, but the rest of the options are open to everyone. If you want to chat and set anything up, give me a shout.
Warnings: Some gore and bodyhorror. These are Remade horses.

Even with the reduced population of cruorvores in the city, Njoki is still busy enough to have regular wait periods between making an appointment and seeing her. It seems those that are left have a vested interest in warding their property and making sure their appearance is as human as possible. For this reason, she's often out and about anywhere in town: tracking down new suppliers, riding the trains, taking a well-earned break in a coffee shop after a particularly difficult bit of work, and so on.

Today, she's on time and waiting for Martha outside a Mafaton stable with a rucksack over one shoulder and a toolbox in hand. It's worth noting that she's wearing clothing to suit a dirty, messy, hands-on sort of job.

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai and requested NPC
What: Jay is trying to find a job
Where: Employment office
When: Two o'clock on Misdi
Warnings: None

Once he'd found the employment office, Jay went inside and sat down, waiting for one of the employees to finish up whatever work they were busy with so he could speak to them. Having never been to an employment office before, and certainly not one in a place like this, Jay didn't know what to expect. He didn't have much experience, and wasn't sure if that mattered. After all, it was impossible to verify any experience he may have, anyway, which wasn't much. He'd only had college and a few co-ops.

Fortunately, the clothes he'd arrived in were nice enough. He had freshly washed them for this, of course, and had bought other clothes while there, but the black slacks, dress shoes, white dress shirt and tie seemed to be an adequate way to dress to come here. He felt like he was as ready for this as he conceivably could be, and now he sat, hands folded in his lap, glancing around while he waited, looking over at the slightest bit of movement.

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai and Megan Gwynn
What: Freeing Jay from the tiny room
Where: The arrival room
When: Afternoon
Notes: None
Warnings: None.

While Jay waited, he continued to reply on his CiD to pass the time, hoping it wouldn't take the pink haired girl too long, but content for the moment replying to comments. He was, at the very least, finding out useful information. Sitting cross legged, head bent over his CiD, he looked very much human. He had no intention of allowing even the slightest snake-like trait to slip through when someone might see him, even if that someone had pink hair and wings. At least, not for now. After all, the more people who accidentally discovered his secret, the less likely it would be a secret, and while there may not be any need for that secret, he wanted to find out for sure before taking it on faith that everyone would be okay with it if they knew his true form was a very large and poisonous snake.

baedalites

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
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. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

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i believe most people are inherently good;

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wait a minute little back porch lady

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i wrote this song while i was drunk

taking care of business

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i am hung with graveyard flowers;

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I went out into the night

blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

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never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed

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Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

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