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Who: David Long and OPEN
What: A new arrival to Baedal is attempting to get his bearings... looking like he just stepped out of a history book.
Where: just outside the Valhalla Inn
When: Mid-afternoon
Notes: Poor, poor man will be suffering from extreme culture shock throughout almost every second of every thread.
Warnings: Mild swearing. Will edit if anything else comes up.

Even the most unobservant person could likely tell that David Long was far from home, unhappy about it, and very confused. He stands outside the Valhalla Inn -- a very pagan name suiting the very pagan place he found himself now in -- desperate for a breath of fresh air.

He doesn't understand how he got here, but he is slightly annoyed by the condition he is in. His arm is wholly healed by now, thankfully, but he had been at work overseeing the application of a fresh coat of paint to Revelation. So, rather than white wool breeches with brass buttons, he has cloth trousers with pewter buttons. His white linen shirt is clean, at least, as is his white, light wool waistcoat. Of course, it's the one with pewter buttons, too. The uniform has brass buttons, but every officer's always does. It bothers him less that it's his undress. It is still very respectable. His black neckcloth has been set to right since his arrival, and the black ribbon that starts at the base of his skull and wraps his hair into a tight queue down his back ends at his shoulder-blades with two inches of hair left loose. That hair and what is visible on his head is dark brown and curly, with a slight red tint to it in the light.

Still, wherever he is, David has promised himself he will give no cause for shame to any brother officers who may be here.

He stands, dark eyes casting in one direction then the other. he holds the pamphlet in one hand, his... device? as it was called... in the other. the money he was given when let out of his room is safely in his waistcoat pocket. That gives him some sense of security, but it does not help his most pressing question:

What now?

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.

greydawn

Who: Nuray and OPEN
What: Nuray is the worst vampire.
Where: Anywhere in the city; Mafaton, Mog Hill and the Vault are specifically mentioned
When: Late Ceidary through early Shadri, any time between sunset and sunrise
Notes: If you want a specific threadstarter shout at me and I will make one! Also here are some outfits.
Warnings: Whampires are involved, so gore is likely.

( sweet heart, bitter heart, now I can't tell you apart )

meanwhileback

Who: Penelope Lane, a very traumatized-looking Wolfgang Einhorn, and YOU! YES, YOU!!! GET OVER HERE
What: The open casting call for Penelope's fashion line! Also known as "Models A-Go-Go" or "The Trolliest Place On Earth".
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Specifically, the Ballroom. (Yes, it has one. It's a hotel, isn't it?)
When: Coardi, Ceidary 16th. Also known as "Today". Doors open at noon!
Notes: I'll post two thread starters, one for mingling amongst one another in the waiting area, where you should feel free to post WILDLY about how ridiculous this all is, get into fights, etc, and another for your own personal threads with Penelope, where she will decide if you are ~what she wants~. If you want to post elsewhere (outside the Valhalla being attacked by jellyfish, having a smoke break out back, snorting coke in the bathrooms, whatever) feel free!! Just make a note where it is in the subject. Y'all know the drill!
Warnings: Cursing, trollery, diva behavior. Possibly giant sky-jellyfish harassing the building. The usual.

Signs posted in the lobby and hallways of the Valhalla direct interested parties back past the dining hall to a large, seldom-used room, helpfully labeled "Ballroom" in several different languages, many not remotely native to Earth. Inside, the carpeted room is otherwise similar to general design scheme of the Valhalla, except slightly dustier. Several rows of folding chairs have been set up in a sort of airport-style waiting area to the side, and far to the end of the room sits a long table.

Seated smack in the center of that table is Penelope Lane, The Grand Bitch Herself, smoking a cigarette and looking for all the world like she's enormously dissatisfied with just about everything she can possibly think of. On the table in front of her is a notebook and pen, an ashtray, and a polaroid camera. Somewhere, a radio is playing through slightly crackly speakers.

At the entrance, a small table has been set up with a stack of carefully typed applications and a handwritten sign, instructing that applicants should take one and sit in the waiting area to fill out the paperwork until the number at the top of their form is called.

It's all very professional, or it would be, if there weren't the threat of giant killer sky-jellyfish floating around outside eating people. This has, understandably, put something of a damper on the occasion. But as they say, the show must go on. Because Penelope says so. Damnit.

incaptivity

Who: Hal & Ivan
What: A Talk.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Ambiguously backdated sometime after this.
Warnings: None yet!

When he'd said Ivan could find him at the Inn, he hadn't intended for it to be an absolute certainty, but in the days that follow the swap meet he rarely leaves his room, let alone the building. He'd been slipping since he first found himself in the arrival room; after the events of the party, he could feel himself falling another rung lower, then another—Ilde had been one thing, but the thought of facing Mr. Snow was quite another—and the only way he knows to stop it is the way Leo had taught him: isolation and routine.

This evening, he's ventured so far as the library, where he has taken up a chair and a table in the corner, apparently the only guest keen on exploring the wonders of 1st century Roman plumbing.

(It was next on the shelf, all right. He has a system. Better this than letting his mind wander, even for a second.)

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.

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Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme...

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

[ open ] left you with nothing, but they want some more

[OPEN] i hate to tell you but it's all an illusion

everybody hates me for the night before; the man you saw wasn't me

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

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