multiversallogs | Entries tagged with } njoki rainmaker

Who: (Nj/L)oki
What: Lesson One: Wax On. Wax off.
Where: Njoki's flat in Mafaton.
When: The first Shundi in Velldaren
Warnings: Nothing yet, but assume there's a risk of gore and bad language.

It wasn't the most auspicious of introductions, but Njoki is sure that it's only fair to properly judge someone once she's met and assessed them in person. Surety aside, Ki feels that it's a wise idea to judge and write people off from whatever contact she feels is necessary, but she's been making a valiant effort to overcome that.

Usually she fails.

Today, she's made some small steps toward improvement and has invited a potential student over to her flat. With most of the business transpiring in the Undercity, Mafaton is unnervingly quiet during the day but far easier to navigate. Njoki's flat and workspace is a small apartment above a used clothing store that specializes in period pieces. It's clearly marked by a hanging sign decorated with her name and a couple of symbols that hint at her practice - a playing card, a dove's heart, and a lit candle.

wontturntofoam

Who: Shrieky, Ki, and Alan
What: ~Karaoke Riot Baby!~
Where: A modestly popular, painfully ironic Karaoke Bar in Howl Barrow
When: Approaching midnight on Givdi
Notes: n/a
Warnings: Mind Control, Violence, Inevitable Shrieking

( This is how we do Karaoke when we hate all of humanity )

aldabeyoun

Who: Njoki, the band, and you!
What: Music, chatter, general discussion.
Where: No Fish Today
When: Misdi evening.
Notes: Music? You want music? We've got you covered.

As promised, No Fish Today, Baedal's own tavern that caters to newcomers out of time and those with an interest in Earth's recent past, is hosting their regular forties night. The bar is open. Snacks are available. (Try the pickled eggs!) There's plenty of music and even a little cleared space if you want to dance.

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.

perfectcameo

Who: Logan, Njoki Rainmaker.
What: Logan plays errand medic in the destitute Mafaton.
Where: Mafaton.
When: Just after the healing of the sky. The healing of everything else will take a little longer.
Warnings: References to gore and injury. Undead medicalness.

( my night is coloured headache gray )

perfectcameo

Who: Logan, Laura Kinney, Njoki Rainmaker, and some other people probably. Not all at the same time.
What: Existing in Baedal once an obvious exit sign has since not been found.
Where: Various!
Warnings: Swearing, so we can get an Oscar.

Shaking the cage of people in his same predicament, turns out, isn't as engaging as he had hoped. He doesn't like the CiD, it fits wrong in his hand, he feels like he could shatter it if he draws tendon and bone tight in a fist, and its mechanisms feel too small for his fingers. But eventually, he sends off a text message, some delayed and somewhat grudging.

could use that beer

He misses traffic, too. Cars don't spook so easily and he can live out of a truck.

There is a time after dusk that he picks up a scent, and follows it all the way into the Spatters. He'd been looking for it before and despite the waning hour, because a little darkness never killed nobody, and he had to know.

The evenings he isn't working in the gambling dens, with cards and fists both, to make his way are spent in hibernation on uncomfortable mattresses with a roof over his head. Daylight holds as many bar interiors as the evening. It isn't like useless, purposeless roaming never suited him before.

It just chafes, this time around.

[ OOC: See comments for some thread starters, both open and closed, otherwise make your own! ]

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.

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.

aldabeyoun.livejournal.com

Who: Ki and Mozenrath
What: Talking about who's who and what's what among the (un)dead.
Where: Bloody Sunday
When: Dusk on Veerdi
Notes: Dead people are cool.

Living on a nocturnal cycle is one of the hazards of working almost wholly with cruorvores, but Njoki has adapted to strange patterns of sleeping and has no qualms about ordering breakfast at sundown and skimming over the local paper while waiting for Mozenrath to appear. Perhaps it was a little cruel to invite him to Bloody Sunday instead of finding somewhere outside of Mafaton, but she's never been known for subtlety.

At this hour, the malt shop is quiet except for the lone cook and Vingar Tom, the shop cat. Outside in the streets, Mafaton is equally still as what remains of her population sleeps and slowly rises as the sun sets.

norea

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, and OPEN.
What: A show premieres at The Vault.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening til the wee hours of the morning.
Notes: I will set up sections in the comments for people to hang out.
Warnings: WELL IT'S AN ADULT CLUB, SO.

( The show starts at nine o'clock. )

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: Everyone!
What: A harvest festival and talent show.
Where: Howl Barrow
When: Misdi, the first of Maryden.
Notes: Players are encouraged to invent NPCs, talent acts, or have their characters participate in the show. Have questions? Need to plot more? There's an OOC post for that.

The Zygoda squats in Howl Barrow like an extravagant toad, weighted down by enough decorative architecture to make a baroque angel blush. Live colourful birds - of which an alarming number appear to be cockatoos - roost between the columns and pillars of the facade. The light-up sign outside declares THIS NIGHT ONLY AT THE ZYGODA; AUTUMNAL FESTIVITIES; AMATEUR NIGHT; EVERYONE WELCOME; HARVEST PIES!

The street beneath it has turned into a carnival in its own right; there are tents and stalls selling anything from fortunes told, candy, face paint, and odd little handicrafts. There are street performers and vaudeville artists putting on shows that invite bystanders to join in. The crowd appears to be in a good mood, happy perhaps to be able to let lose and blow off some steam in a friendly context for once. Some wear masks, others are dressed in finery, and others still look like they just got out of work. No one seems to mind either way. The theatres doors stand open, inviting those who wish to step inside.

rhinemaid

Who: Ivan and Njoki
What: Njoki tries to find Ivan; Ivan does her one better and shows up on her doorstep. Shenanigans ensue.
Where: Mafaton.
When: During the current cruorvore clusterfuck.
Notes: Ilde is not actually in this log, I just really enjoy formatting gdoc logs for posting, deal with it.
Warnings: Violence, etc.

( Nothing can go wrong with this plan. )

defenestration

As stated on the invitation, Adrian is throwing a costume party to celebrate Lex's twenty-fifth birthday at the Luthor-Veidt Building in Brock Marsh. Everyone is welcome, whether they know Lex or not. There's plenty of food and free alcohol (mostly wine, fancy beer, and champagne), music and a space for dancing, and room to mingle and make new friends. Some simple and classy decorations, purple of course, have been put up on the first and second floors to create a festive atmosphere.

(A note to those who might try to take the opportunity to go snooping: security is insanely tight. The elevators will not go beyond the first and second floors without a special code, and there's an elevator operator who is very obviously there to make sure you don't try anything funny. The stairwells are likewise under guard and the private areas of the first floor are locked and under camera surveillance.)

[ooc: ~~Please wait until a few threads are set up before tagging!~~ Party time! Everyone is welcome!

Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]

captainredwhiteblue

Who: Njoki and Steve
What: A Very Important Conversation
Where: An ice cream parlor on the outskirts of Mog Hill
When: this evening.
Notes: Always wait 30 minutes after you eat to go for a run. Or, do as Captain America does, and have your ice cream after.
Warnings: Cap may or may not keel over from mortification in his post. Film at eleven.

Steve is happy to lose a race these days. He's not a guy concerned with winning in the first place. Since the procedure he was the strongest, the fastest; losing a race is a gift he doesn't often get. It keeps him humble, keeps him connected to who he used to be.

To the person to whom he promised Dr. Erskine he would remain true.

"Fair's fair," he says as he steps into the ice cream parlor, holding the door for Ki. "You won, I'm buying. What are you having?"

i-investigate.livejournal.com

Who: the Chicago Kindred Ladies' Social Club, and Njoki
What: a reunion. Continued from here
Where: Jones and Brie's place
When: late

This city will take a whole lot of getting used to. Despite dying, Chicago had still been Chicago, even if filled with people who ate other people for a living -- this is something else entirely. Rosa had done her best to pay attention to Njoki, considering the things she was hearing were important, but she can't help but get distracted. Njoki's claim to be from the future seems much less unbelievable now that she was out on the street.

The feeling of relief that washes over Rosa when she saw Jones and Brie's apartment is so great she wobbles a bit. She restrains herself from dropping everything and running to the door; instead she walks to the door (albeit a little more quickly than usual) and rings the bell.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: The City
What: A Rally in Support of Cruorvores.
Where: Mercer's Square, Aspic
When: AT A CLEVER TIME
Notes: Everyone is welcome, including curious neutrals. NPCs available on request. OOC post.
Warnings: A general spirit of solidarity may be present.

Word has been spreading over the network and on the street. Leaflets have been available at open minded public houses and restaurants. A few of the city's more prominent inhabitants have organized a rally to show support for cruorvore citizens. It is going to be a public event; sanctioned, the leaflet assures, by the state. Speeches will be made, the true colours of the city will be shown. There is a lot of talk about standing up to the sowers of discord.

As the evening of the rally approaches, more and more people gather in the square. All sorts have come out for the event, xenians, humans and people who defy categorization mingle peacefully. A cat watches the proceedings from on top the stage has been erected to one end. The stage has been draped in banners promoting tolerance and acceptance, and small sign near the bottom proclaims it was built with the kind donations from Bloody Sunday, The Zygoda, Howl's Market and certain private citizens, of which there is a list. Some attendees have brought instruments and casually strike up a tune every now and then. Others have brought food, signs or torches as the rally promises to continue well into the night.

deservesadaisy

Who: Ivan and some concerned citizens
What: Being a smartass isn't always the best idea.
Where: Ludmead
When: Coardi evening
Notes:
Warnings:

The following article appears in the paper on Givdi morning:
Attacked by Cruorvore - Survivors Tell Tale!

THREE CITIZENS very nearly fell victim to a bloodthirsty fiend last night as they were walking home.   The three, who prefer to remain anonymous as they fear reprisal from the cruorvore community, were attacked outside of the Owl and Charger, a popular public house in Ludmead. One of the shocked survivors said: "We were minding our own business when the fiend attacked. He was a vampire, I am sure of it!"

The chilling incident came almost exactly a week after five innocent lives were taken in a horrific attack on the Skyrail.

"We would've died if [name redacted] wasn't carrying a can of Burns Like Blazes Holy Water," said another. Concerned Citizens, a progressive group that believes citizens are best kept safe when informed and prepared to deal with cruorvores encourages living Baedalites to dress appropriately and carry some form of personal self-defense device.

( Coardi evening... )

aldabeyoun.livejournal.com

Who: Njoki & an assortment of folks. Maybe you?
What: Stopping by the apartment in Mafaton
Where: We really need a snappy name for their place, don't we?
When: Veerdi, the second of Velldaren.
Notes: C'mon in. If you've questions, I'll be on AIM and plurk.

Njoki and Pickman's apartment is starting to look properly lived in. That odd, too open feeling of a new flat is slowly fading as Njoki puts up shelves, brings in fresh flowers, as Pickman's studio/attic fills with paint, and they've even got a guest in the spare room. She'd only briefly had the chance to meet West before getting called out on a long, messy, and rather more complicated than intended call, but he seemed like a reasonable enough man that she wasn't concerned about him staying.

While she may be one of the only undead specialized healers in town, it takes time for a business such as hers to get established and for a positive reputation to spread. It also takes time to find suitable suppliers for candles, doves, and the more esoteric items she needs, but even so, the shelves in the front room are filling with little, neatly labelled bottles of Florida water, bone meal, floor washes, and powders of all colours. The windows are usually open and the room itself smells faintly of citrus and drying herbs.

captainredwhiteblue

Who: Steve Rogers and anyone at the Inn.
What: Cap arrives!
Where: The arrival rooms, the Valhalla Inn.
When: afternoon into evening--I'm being flexible with time so many people can play :D
Notes: In-person log because shhhh learning a CiD is hard when you're from 1945.
Warnings: Potential for lots of aw-shucks behavior. Also eyelashes, stand back.

( Read more... )

suninhades

Who: Integra Hellsing and you.
What: I've not posted Integra in a million years.
Where: Various places.
When: Today!
Notes: Integra will be out investigating a supposedly haunted house in the district nearest Sobek Croix, Sangwine. If you are a Hellsing agent, feel free to poke the boss lady out pulling field agent shifts. If you are anybody, feel free to run into her returning back to HQ. If you are a Hellsing agent or anyone who has an appointment at Hellsing, feel free to meet her back at the ranch. Please specify what and where in your tag.
Warnings: Blud. :E

Haunted houses are not Integra's forte, to be sure, but she suspects (correctly) this is no haunted house. In time, discovers the living, chameleon organism that had grown over the basement door to hide itself, and goes about killing the damn thing. An entire basement made of flesh, covered in ever-shifted eyes and arms. At least the people it abducted were all alive, if carrying notably less blood than before.

She walks her horse back to the guild hall as the sun sets, in no mood to clean blood and gore off her horse's tack as well as all of herself. In the first floor's muck room, she goes about attempting to clean up enough to be getting on with, listening to her aid recite her messages and notes as she does.

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the cells I am at the moment will soon die

Closed

It don't mean a thing.

birds singing in the sycamore tree

i see today with a newsprint fray

where fast the Arctic nights set in

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

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

better come in the kitchen, it's raining outside

003 | OPEN. red lipstick on the end of a cigarette.

a late autumn wasp

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Costume Party in Honor of Lex Luthor's Birthday [OPEN]

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familiar faces

A Rally in Support of the Hungry Few

In all the papers

Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime.

[pounding on the door; open]

two thousand years i've been awake

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