synergismus: (eat your heart out mucha)
[personal profile] synergismus
Who: Everyone.
What: The Harvest Festival!
Where: Howl Barrow outdoor park
When: Through the weekend.
Notes: The companion OOC post for this log is here if you have any questions or concerns!
Warnings: Please give me a head's up if a thread contains something that should be edited into this section.


Locations: COSTUME PARTY, COSTUME PARTY - VIP, MARKET STREET, CARNIVAL GAMES, THE PARK.
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[personal profile] amberdrake
Who: Amberdrake and Ilde
What: Ilde's been referred to Amberdrake for therapy, this is a first session.
Where: The old dojo in Howl Barrow
When: Present
Notes: Kestra'chern do kestra'chern things.
Warnings: Talk of suicide, mental illness, etc. It's a therapy session, yo.


Amberdrake rather misses having an assistant. He finishes straightening up one of the twin work-rooms from his last client, who wanted a hot stone and hammer massage and a debate, and takes a moment to re-center himself and relax.

Then he heads for the hallway, and beyond it the walkway, and beyond that, the red gate. He's still wiping faintly lavender-scented massage oil off his hands with a cloth while he waits, humming faintly to himself.

It's hard work, but it's good to be doing his own thing again! He can stop being a glorified spa-worker and get back to being a kestra'chern, and all the things that entails.

Like actually getting to talk to my clients. Even if he has to do it all without an assistant! But I managed fine on my own before Gesten stomped into my life, I can manage again.

Indeed. So here he waits, giving his shoulders an experimental roll as he wipes his hands off. He's in his full kestra'chern garb, complete with the little bells in his hair.
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (in my paradise all i love is here ♠)
[personal profile] rhinemaid
Who: Ilde Decima, Shrieky, and open to the public.
What: River monsters.
Where: The Gross Tar River; primarily but not exclusively in the Raven's Gate area.
When: To...day.
Notes: This post is mostly intended for waterweirdos to catch up, but if your character has yet to meet their nymph quota for life, please feel free to set up something - a rousing game of 'spot the naked fairy' is often enough of a hook to start something off, but if you need more to work with, lmk and we can come up with a scenario! I enjoy your tags. ...Also there's no polyvore link this time because nudity.
Warnings: Nudity, Ilde existing, discussion of childbirth. I will add as I go if need be; let me know if I've missed something that should be warned for.
Getting into the river and not changing her shape is something that Ilde is still finding odd; the lack of an impulse to do so, even more. She sheds her clothes and her glamours, at least, but there is something she finds vaguely irritating about having toes in the water. Her tail is better, and this is a less than ideal shape, and it adds a little to how increasingly ungainly she feels as months and weeks progress. She doesn't feel like she's glowing with maternity (although the pearlescent sheen of her skin still catches the light and ensures that at least in the literal sense it is, actually, true), or like she's suddenly become one with the world via her uterus. Mostly she just feels like she'd quite like not to have to see her feet in the near future, and yet stubbornly they remain.

Shape-shifting with a baby on board is not a very good idea. She can't, doesn't and won't until after she's delivered. It's still annoying.

-but Conway is not annoying, and especially with Wolfgang gone now, it seems important to reestablish their bonds. It's practically a family tradition to acquire family by declaration, so Conway is family and she missed him while he was gone, and it seems easier to get into the minutiae of how she managed to get pregnant with an undead and sterile partner in person. It's not that she's making any effort to keep her pregnancy a secret, it's just- that it's not something she's inviting commentary on from every arsehole with a network connection, either. She's not even sure she wants the commentary of people she's close to, half the time, much less unsolicited opinions and advice...

She stretches out on a rock cropping up out of the river, too lazily to be said to be imitating that famous statue, and closes her eyes to wait. Or sleep. He'll probably wake her up when he gets there, if she's sleeping.
payglorytoashes: (siiiiiip ignoring dicks)
[personal profile] payglorytoashes
Who: Ilde and Rodolphus
What: good morning!
Where: Rodolphus' sad cottage in Sobek Croix
When: the morning after Antonin bought Rodolphus a million drinks
Notes: literally a million, read the log, I definitely wrote "a million" and so did Ammmy
Warnings: description of hangovers by a person who's never been drunk

Out of sheer stubbornness, Rodolphus is in fact awake by mid-morning, though he earnestly wishes he were not. There are spells and potions he could do or make, but right now, stunned into inertia by the fact this is happening at all, he is merely drinking water in his bizarrely pink kitchen. He is doing this by filling one of his three glasses from the running tap, drinking the water, and sticking the glass under the tap again. Among his few, dull reflections of the morning are the following: he really wishes he had not said that thing about Severus, he probably needs to shave, and at least nobody's trousers were eaten by anything. He believes, anyway.

It is not the conclusion of the hour, but eventually, he may come to see the night before as good for him, under a certain definition of good — a reminder that life hurts, like right now, but he's alive and things could be worse. He warily contemplates food. It would mean going out, probably.
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[personal profile] civilobedience
Who: The Militia, the city, and you.
What: The Arena Riots.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist.
When: Newdi, Eliaderen 1. (Monday Oct 1st)
Notes: Companion post for questions and plotting is here.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality, disturbing content and imagery, graphic death.

It's apparent even before dawn that something out of the ordinary is happening. Canton sheriffs are roused from their sleep or pulled away from their work to be told that on no uncertain terms, today will be a day that they do not leave their neat lines on the map. That their individual offices will be responsible for all crime and unrest within their jurisdictions, with no help; the powers that be offer no details, but the creeping feeling in their presence suggests no questions would be tolerated anyway – the implication that they'll all be watched is a strong one. In Mog Hill, Sheriff Norrington proceeds as he always does under such orders. In Mafaton, leadership is stoic but one deputy laughs, sharp and bitter, while the Emissary of the Council merely checks his watch, unseen underground. Sir Hellsing is pulled away from her dinner in the Guild Hall, a Sobek Croix deputy anxiously relaying the news. The sound of shattered glass disturbs the pre-dawn silence in Flyside, a brick hurled by some faceless figure into the front window of Thames – and nothing else.

From the Spire, hooded Militiamen move quietly and uniformly south, to Griss Twist. They are followed by wagons, full of prisoners.
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (it's the opheliac in me ♠)
[personal profile] rhinemaid
Who: Ilde Decima, Mycroft Holmes, Jim Kirk
What: Ilde and Mycroft read together.
Where: Queensgate & Winchester Memorial Park, Sobek Croix.
When: Sukkardi afternoon/eveningish?
Notes: Separate threads for Mycroft and Jim! If you would also like to run into Ilde while she's passing through Sobek Croix, drop me a line and we can probably make something happen. Also, obligatory polyvore.
Warnings: TBA if necessary.

Sobek Croix is an oddly soothing place to be, Ilde finds; passing through the forest always makes her feel as if she's getting away from something, somehow. An illusion that lets her pretend this is a different place when it isn't, not really, just this city's different face. It doesn't really matter - knowing that it's a comforting illusion doesn't undo its usefulness to her. She knows all about self-deception.

The way to Queensgate is a familiar route that she doesn't have to concentrate on too hard, turn here and follow this road and she can do it almost on autopilot, now, and that's how she's done most things for the past few weeks. Distracted and busy, she's let herself forget about everything that isn't one foot in front of the other or written on a list somewhere and nobody pencils in political unrest unless they're living a certain kind of life that she currently isn't. She feels a little bit like she's just waking up all over again, without direction outside the carefully mapped out path that isn't and can't be uninfluenced by what's happening in the world around her. It's like swinging between extremes; being a part of this city is what she wants, but not the wrong part, not the quiet, restless part that frustrated her so much when she first arrived, the people who look away and look through and just have better things to be doing with their time.

And not the part who think because she's started to show that they can touch her belly, either, because she's going to pin someone's hand to a table with a knife the next time that happens without her permission. At very least she'll consider it very hard, and maybe substitute something that she can't be charged with assault for. (Her students, at least the children, get a pass; their parents wouldn't if not for the fact that she needs that money.) A little violent fantasy- has probably hurt plenty of people, but keeps Ilde vaguely distracted on the rest of her walk through Sobek Croix to Mycroft's property, taking the scenic route through the memorial park just because she can.

She came out a little earlier just to make sure it wouldn't make her late. Punctuality is one of those other things she doesn't have any innate knack for, but if at first you don't succeed-
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[personal profile] deservesadaisy
Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: romantic evening in
Where: Ivan's flat
When: Givdi evening
Notes: No one but them thinks this is remotely a good idea.
Warnings: TBA as necessary


a trip to the moon on gossamer wings )
synergismus: (eat your heart out mucha)
[personal profile] 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.
payglorytoashes: (siiiiiip ignoring dicks)
[personal profile] payglorytoashes
Who: OPEN
What: Rodolphus goes to Hellsing to get reinstated and lurk around because he has no life. He could be accosted there or on the way.
Where: Sobek Croix
When: the morning after his return
Notes: Though he is obviously not a social butterfly, Rodolphus would probably make a point of seeking out anybody at Hellsing he knew from before and at least nodding at them to indicate he's back (excluded: Integra, who he'd assume was informed by Nuala, and Alucard, because really who the hell seeks out Alucard of their own accord also why would Alucard care). This does not HAVE to happen and can totally be handwaved, but he'd make an effort to do so, jsyk.
Warnings: nothin, he's on his best behavior.
Commuting is not an issue for wizards, and Rodolphus is usually so indifferent to his surroundings that he might easily stay at the Valhalla indefinitely. He had in fact told Lucius otherwise, but that was the kind of answer he was expected to give. Still, there is something comforting about Sobek Croix. He is inclined to look for another cottage there. Before that can happen, however, he wishes to have his badge and paperwork in order.

It is early when he comes to the Hellsing guild hall, a book in hand in case he has to wait in the lobby; Nuala may have left notice with the desk sergeant, or not, or his CiD may not be sufficient identification. It's not a big deal to him.
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[personal profile] boomvox
Who: Everyone.
What: The Grand Re-Opening of the Gravity Falls Station.
Where: Babylon.
When: Veerdi to Sukkardi.
Notes: Party post!!! Go nuts y'all.
Warnings: Probable alcohol (and drug?) use. Flag stuff in subject titles if it needs a warning and I'll edit it up in here.


It's clear from the first moment anyone even gets on the Skyrail tonight that the Stratosphere Entertainment Group's pricey investment is going to pay off - every rail car is crowded with people decked out and excited for the event. To natives of Baedal, the idea of a holiday is days off work, maybe some camping - escape is alien, a little frightening, and completely thrilling. Even when the Gravity Falls station had hosted other venues, it was nothing so ambitious as to capture the imaginations of the city as a whole. And to immigrants to the city who no longer have the luxury of even simple trips out of town - well, it's priceless. A bittersweet but suddenly vital excursion.

Doors open just as the sun begins to set, the light reflecting off the water of the ocean illuminating the great floating platform as if the entire sky was on fire, before slipping into deep purple then black, the ceiling of their experience dotted with brilliant stars. Staff members wrangling the hazards of the first night are anxious but excited, kind and helpful even if they end up frazzled by the overwhelming turnout. There is security, all sporting neon purple shirts with lion logos, but even by their own admission, they're only there to breakup fights - and even they're smiling all night, too.
astronomer: (who blinks these days?)
[personal profile] astronomer
Who: Alice Morgan and you.
What: A few days in the life.
Where: Everywhere; given locations are Brock Marsh, Creekside, Gallmarch, but she can be anywhere.
When: This week, essentially.
Notes: The main post is rambling narrative and context, feel free to skip it. Tag in anywhere, or feel free to post your own situation. PM me or get me on plurk if you feel the need. :E
Warnings: ...Alice. Idle fantasies of murder, general hideousness.


monsters? )
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (to keep me breathing ♠)
[personal profile] rhinemaid
Who: Ilde Decima & Penelope Lane
What: Ladies Who Lunch
Where: Umibōzu
When: Veerdi, noonish
Notes: The obligatory polyvore.
Warnings: See 'Who'.
It's convenient that Ilde largely works from home, if only because this most recent kidnapping has led to a heightened state of concern for her safety; if she ends up with a tracking spell on her, she will bear it with exceptionally good grace, probably. All things considered, it may not actually be a terrible idea- but she does have some time to herself, and Raven's Gate is easily the part of the city in which she's most comfortable, where she's arguably most powerful. It's the closest thing to somewhere safe, and she's almost not worrying about it when she leaves the house. It's been a while since she's seen Penelope, and she's read about the law suit, and there are other things she'd like to talk to her about, too- interestingly, it doesn't really occur to her to worry about how Penelope is going to react to her pregnancy. She presumes it'll be more or less how she reacts to literally everything else (e.g. to swear at it), and it's hard to take offense to something that's just the way Penelope is about things.

There's a reason that they're friends. It's an alarming reason, but it exists.
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[personal profile] aarnethompson
Who: Alba, Alexia Swiftdawn, Anna Demirovna, Bruce Wayne, Cliona Donovan, Data, Don Draper, Ilde Decima, Irene Adler, Jae-hyun Kim, Jaime Lannister, Kalinda Sharma, Marie-Sixtine St. Vincent, Martel, Nuray Amedi, Penelope Lane, Odessa Wander, Pepper Potts, Rex Lewis, Seoraj, Shrieky, Sunny, Wolfgang Einhorn, Xas
What: Something bad is afoot, and you must help.
Where: Abrogate Green, Badside, Barrackham, Chnum, Echomire, Flag Hill, Gallmarch, Ketch Heath, Pelorus Fields, Raven's Gate, Sangwine, Serpolet, Sobek Croix, Stoneshell, and the northern woods
When: July 22nd to the 30th
Notes: People are slow right now and a few are on hiatus, so slow-tagging and back-tagging are totally fine. Please check the accompanying OOC post for info and to coordinate.
Warnings: Disturbing content, will include violence, choking, drowning, body horror, and animal death.


Strange events tend to go unnoticed in Baedal, compared to the much stranger things happening around them. People don't tend to be noticed when they go missing, either. The city takes these things in stride. After all, people get called back to their homeworld all the time, or they die. Everyone knows this.

Still, rumors start cropping up around the city about the sudden appearance of twelve identical towers positioned around the city like the face of a clock...

ALBA ♞ Cliona Donovan
DON DRAPER ♞ Pepper Potts, Kalinda Sharma
ILDE DECIMA ♞ Irene Adler, Marie-Sixtine St. Vincent
JAE-HYUN KIM ♞ Sunny
MARTEL ♞ Data, Jaime Lannister
NURAY AMEDI ♞ Alexia Swiftdawn, Anna Demirovna
ODESSA WANDER ♞ Rex Lewis
SEORAJ ♞ Bruce Wayne
SHRIEKY ♞ Xas
WOLFGANG EINHORN ♞ Penelope Lane
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[personal profile] meanwhileback
Who: Penelope Lane, her models, her muses, her admirers, the curious and the critics. ANYONE. EVERYONE. GET IN HERE!!
What: Penelope's long-awaited runway show! Finally!
Where: St. Peter In Chains, abandoned cathedralish church.
When: Friday, June 29th! Eveningtime. Show starts at 7pm and goes... well. Until everyone isn't there anymore, I guess!! For whatever reason.
Notes: IMPORTANT: There's going to be a bunch of subthreads for different parts of the night. Feel free to tag around in them as you want! I'd like fabulous things to happen here, people. Fabulous. Things.
EDIT: NOW WITH ADDED TERROR!! SEE LINK BELOW!!
Warnings: Scary things, NPC death, injuries... horrors!!



The venue has been done up quite well for the occasion, all things considered. The old pews that were still salvageable have been repurposed and rearranged to face the aisle down the center of the enormous main room, where a raised runway has been set up. Lighting and temporary walls, and even an audio system have been brought in and installed for the occasion, and the impressive wreathed columns have been dramatically lit from below to emphasize the height of the room.

All told, it looks like it cost absolute scads of money to renovate an abandoned space to this level of elegance; whether this is actually true or not is largely immaterial. As with so much of society, it's the appearance of the thing that matters most, not the reality of it. Perhaps that's a statement Penelope Lane is making intentionally. Everyone knows the designer is one of the most outspoken members of her cohort, after all, and not one to misrepresent herself.

And she is, tonight, for one, brief, shining moment, entirely in control. Take plenty of pictures; it won't last long.

AND NOW: THE REAL SHOW BEGINS
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[personal profile] mightyfallen
Who: EVERYONE.
What: A swanky party.
When: Sukkardi, 8 PM to the wee hours of the morning.
Where: Gibeah, Jack's new house in Syriac Well.
Warnings: None! Please place warnings in your subject lines as needed and I will edit them in.

Jack wasn't kidding about inviting half of Syriac Well. He may in fact have invited all of Syriac well but is only expecting half to show up. Still, it's his first chance to impress the people who will, with any luck, someday become his constituents. That goes for Syriac Well and the new cohort. (He doesn't plan to stop at city councilor, after all.) But, one step at a time. He hasn't even announced his candidacy yet; first, he has to meet the neighbors.

And so the house is done up with no expense spared, although care has been taken not to look too over the top. Syriac Well is upper middle class, and that means appreciating the finer things but perhaps not appreciating snobbery. There are servants, but not too many, and guests in fabulous gowns, but no shortage of cocktail-length dresses either. No one is turned away. The lights are hung, the food is served, and music wafts through the building. It's time for a party.
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (and i'll be the beauty beauty ♠)
[personal profile] rhinemaid
Who: Ilde Decima, GG Giordano, John Mitchell, Adam Monroe, Hasibe Ozcelik, Ivan.
What: In which no one is even a little bit surprised that Ilde shirks manual labour.
Where: Raven's Gate.
When: Backdated to Monday/Newdi afternoon.
Notes: The obligatory polyvore. HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK (the post, not Ilde's dress): I will set up with an introductory bit! After that, you are free to set up threads and tag amongst yourselves as well as me! A thread for ACQUIRING THE PIANO FROM ITS CURRENT RESIDENCE for GG and Adam and Mitchell? Assorted interactions at Ilde and Sonja's house? Orion terrorizing dudes because dogs and balls? Hey look a guide to moving pianos. I am research!Liisu.
Warnings: ...listed under 'who', lbr. (I'll specify if something comes up.)
As promised, the details go out by text: the addresses (the woman who'd sold Ilde the piano, and the villa), directions for both and the agreed upon time. The piano itself is nothing exceptional (particularly next to Ilde's cello or harp), but it's not a shabby instrument and not irrelevantly comes with its own covering and four wheeled dolly for transportation; if the locations had been further apart, Ilde might have arranged for something like a truck, but it should be possible to just wheel the thing through some mercifully flat streets from one property to the other without incident. ('Should'.) Optimistically, Ilde is hoping that the most annoying part of getting it upstairs to her music studio will be her, anxiously backseat driving without actually participating in any useful way, as has always been her traditional part in the transportation of instruments.

At the villa, she and Hasi are already installed on the front porch with a view of the driveway - which would be more convincingly virtuous in needing to make sure the piano gets here safely if they didn't also have cushions, drinks and a sun-shade like an especially spoiled mid-afternoon peanut gallery.
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[personal profile] 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 )
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (should the words they say be true ♠)
[personal profile] rhinemaid
Who: Lea Eshtazin and Ilde Decima. (CLOSED)
What: Post-apocalypse girls.
Where: the library at Lost Society.
When: Backdated to Sukkardi, Ceidary 5th / Saturday, May 5th.
Notes: A wild polyvore appears.
Warnings: References to suicide, mind control, Pale Man horrors. Subject to edits.

there she was my new best friend, high heels in her hand, swayin' in the wind while she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little bambi eyes: lana how i hate those guys )
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[personal profile] apotropaic
Who: Open log. EVERYONE GET IN HERE.
What: Cockatrice Crafts --Baedal's brand new craft fair/market!
Where: Howl Barrow.
When: Sukkardi 12th of Ceidary.
Notes: This is an open post for everybody since we have so many new people joining. There'll be a sub sections in the post itself for general areas but other than that, feel free to mash you characters together like Barbies!
Warnings: None yet.

Baedal is a city that never sleeps, but everyone likes a long-lie in on a Sukkardi morning. At eleven o’clock, the Howl Barrow is climbing to a weekend buzz but it’s not quite there yet. But right off Carnelian Street, Cockatrice Markets is already has its doors open –and bubbles are floating down the street in welcome!

The Market is housed in what once would have been a small, high ceilinged factory building, but the inside and outside has now been painted all manner of colours and murals by local artistic residents. There are tables inside the airy structure, as well as in the outside alleyway, and a large mosaic chandelier dangles outside the entranceway.

It’s free entrance, fun, and like most places in Howl Barrow, friendly and inviting.

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