Entries tagged with ivan

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You got a black .38 and a gravity knife, but you still have to ride the train

Who: Shrieky, Ivan, and YOU?! Open, basically!
What: A solo scene which occurred during the hiatus, and an open log of Shrieky recuperating from blood loss in a bakery.
Where: The Red Chamber Bar (which I just made up/will make a wiki post for later) and The Bleeding Heart Bakery in Mafaton
When: Solo scene from the Hiatus - Open Log at around midday
Warnings: Blood letting, Blood drinking, Depression

( Solo scene: The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub )

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( Open - That's Baedal's future not mine, oh! )

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open log :: time made me soft around the edges

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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you can't make homes out of human beings; someone should have told you that.

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik and anyone who feels like it
What: The nightlife goes on.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening.
Notes: Hasi will do some aerial silk work during her act! AERIAL SILKS ARE COOL.
Warnings: The ratings are appropriate to the location, let's say.

As her star rises in Baedal's society pages--fashioning herself the actress, the scandal, the girl with the golden eyes you'd never leave alone with your husband but love to see onscreen--so does the anxiety in Hasibe's employer at the Vault. She doesn't want to lose one of her best girls, her so-called 'black diamond', and although Hasibe has reassured her she doesn't plan to go, she did, originally. But now Mitchell is gone, and so is Bruce, and her plans have reconfigured only because places like these, places where women dance and drink and entertain, are her homeland. She feels safe here, and she's never alone. Sometimes she even brings Huan into her dressing room, because she doesn't want him to feel alone, either--this isn't really a problem, but she projects feelings onto her dog, occasionally, and he tolerates it.

She smiles, and makes her way through all of the various dens of sin at her disposal, looking for unfamiliar faces, or familiar faces, or really, anyone who catches her interest. Being forward has never been her problem. It would take a truly superb level of observational skill to sense there are any cracks whatsoever in her guile and charm, and even then, only at various moments where she's carelessly machinating a few chaotic moments with clientele simply because she can. That isn't characteristic Hasibe behavior, but she's looking for something right now.

As for what that is...she'll know it when she sees it.

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The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

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.

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one of those bells that now and then rings [closed]

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 )

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open post ● we're about to get up and burn this floor

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.

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open log } swapping your blood with formaldehyde;

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? )

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an entire branch of argos [open]

Who: Ivan and YOU, yes you, get over here
What: Gambling and dropping eaves
Where: Mafaton mainly, though if you have something else in mind, hit me
When: Once Ilde is out of the hospital (and he is sure Sonja knows where she is; I imagine they're just handing her off, now).
Notes:
Warnings: None as yet.

Ilde has been released, none the worse for wear. (Physically at least.) But Ivan can't quite leave it at that. It shouldn't have happened, and it especially shouldn't have happened the way it did. He is patient, but not endlessly so.

Anyone who knows him well (in this, Mitchell, Daniil,... maybe Hal, but he doesn't expect to run into any of them tonight) can tell he's had more blood tonight than strictly willing donors could have provided. He's still and calm with the clarity that follows a proper kill. A death. Just one, and he was careful. He smiles, and makes idle chit-chat as necessary, but mostly Ivan listens, as he plays.

He appears to take note of nothing. He takes note of everything.

And always, even if he has killed tonight - carefully - there's the hum in the back of his head that comes from constantly depriving himself here. He's not gotten to the point where he has to be chained in Valhalla's basement. Nowhere near But he'd be lying if he said he didn't understand how Hal had gotten there. He's used to satisfying himself and then moving along. And even in a city as large as Baedal, the lack of that option is beginning to wear.

Still, for most who look tonight, there's a detached, sarcastic but not unpleasant Ivan present at his usual tables, winning a little more than he loses, and seeming not to care either way.

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Open

Who: Ivan and you!
What: Errands, miscellania
Where: Mostly Mafaton, though possibly also the environs
When: Shundi.
Notes: Come harass a vampire in his natural habitat. Available for tags in both the evening and night; anywhere he would naturally be is probably game, but hit me up if you have a question.
Warnings: tba if necessary

Though Ilde doesn't live with him, she's at his flat often enough that Ivan finds himself needing to do errands that it had been years since he needed to remember (grocery shopping, for example). Luckily, enough of the Mafaton population was nocturnal that he didn't need to brave the glare of midday to do so. It's early evening, and he's ventured out to take care of a few odds and ends; he may also pay a visit or two, as he's in a decent mood and feeling what passes for sociable, with him.

He'll probably feed. But, as always, on that matter he continues to be discreet.

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St. Peter In Chains: The Collection. [OPEN!]

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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party post ✶ now i'm ready for the last hurrah, dying like a shooting star

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.

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It don't mean a thing.

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.

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

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.)

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open → you can leave me; i cannot leave myself.

Who: Ilde Decima & OPEN.
What: Ilde has errands.
Where: Various places!
When: Coardi, various times!
Notes: Obligatory polyvore. I am not posting thread starters because I am lazy, but you can take your pick from the mentioned locations in the post. Have lunch with her! Catch her on her way out of the hospital! I HEARD YOU LIKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS? Etc. She mostly avoids the trains but is not opposed to sharing cabs! Feel free to drop me a line if you want to work out something in particular.
Warnings: Generalized 'Ilde is in this log' warnings; I'll edit if anything specific crops up.

Coardi this week means no work means 'everything else Ilde has to get done this week', which is how she thinks of it and a slight exaggeration of the truth; some things are easier to do if you tear them off quickly like bandaids or wax strips or bad news, so her appointments at the Glory Shada are in the morning. That way, she reasons, she can't spend the rest of the day dreading it - it'll be done, she can get it out of the way, and then she's got a dozen other things to do that can occupy the space it was taking up in her head. Quitting smoking is making her insane, she's pretty sure; she's irritable and her hands never have enough to do and there is all this time she doesn't remember having that now she has to fill up with other things. Other things that aren't putting out Ivan's cigarettes in his thigh or something similarly irrational and unhelpful. Not drinking is easier, although it complicates her social life in unforeseen ways - it isn't that she isn't willing to go out, or even that it's difficult to turn down a drink and order something nonalcoholic, it's that she likes people en masse so much less when she's sober.

On the upside, it's a problem that can be solved by not being around people, which is increasingly less difficult as they keep disappearing on her. Katherine, now Cindy; she keeps herself sane through the clinic appointment imagining Cindy's running commentary on the medical staff, which is easier than wondering what Cindy would make of what she's actually doing.

(She thinks maybe she'd like it, but she isn't sure, and anyway, it's not anybody's business at all for months yet.)

The lunch crowd at Umibōzu isn't too much on a Coardi; she lingers longer than she'd planned to before her afternoon's activities take her back further into the city proper. She makes stops at her bank, a music shop and a beauty salon; there's an architect in Brock Marsh who can give her a quote and some advice on the kind of renovations that they're thinking about for the basement (the short version of that encounter is 'Jesus, my bank balance', but they have time, which is in and of itself a strange and untrustworthy feeling). By the time she's just at the edge of the river, carrying her heels in one hand, the only things she has left to do are an evening viewing of a piano she might buy and the groceries, which she can do last and then pack into the cab going home and maybe con the driver into helping her carry them in. With a little time to kill, then, it's all right that it's beginning to get dark. She's more comfortable that way.

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Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

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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you might take one more night

Who: Deacon Frost and others! Open log.
What: The aftermath of Mafaton's siege, and ensuing broke-dimension chaos.
Where: Mafaton.
When: Throughout the first week, necessarily at night unless you're tagging in in the undercity.
Notes: Various places to tag in! Either clearing out remaining Candlelighters, or helping defend or simply socialising in Gutters, hunting during the night time for both food and big-uglies to kill. Feel free to PM/plurk me if you have any questions or need some ideas, I'm good for thread-starting!
Warnings: Violence, NPC death, monster horrors.

It's a cliche, about vampires being territorial. This thought strikes Deacon as funny, because sometimes he fancies himself a little more sophisticated than the average vampire. Enlightened, if you will. But it's Baedal's fault for marking the neighbourhood of Mafaton so clearly on the map, for giving them something to possess in the first place.

Whatever. It's his town, now.

( but you can get by )

OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

( St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal. )

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people talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. love hurts. feelings are disturbing.

Who: Ilde Decima & Ivan.
What: Meg Shao did something for Ilde before she left; Ilde has been meaning to discuss it with Ivan for a while.
Where: Ivan's apartment, Mafaton.
When: Veerdi night.
Notes: The squidbaby cometh. Did you know the gestation period of an octopus is seven months?
Warnings: Uhhh let me get back to you on that as necessary, but the usual probably apply ("reference to trauma").

( pain is a feeling. your feelings are a part of you. your own reality. if you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. you should stand up for your right to feel your pain. )

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I'd left him dreaming [closed]

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: He's making a habit of turning up on doorsteps.
Where: Villa Roassieux
When: Shortly after receiving this text
Notes: It's just a one-night stand. That kept happening. Exclusively. And then he took care of her dog. ...you are no longer fooling anyone, guys.
Warnings: None yet, but give it time.

Ivan is not going to dignify that text with a reply. Instead he turns up, very shortly afterward, on her doorstep, expression closed.

At least he brought her purse with him.

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[closed]

Who: Ivan and Daniil
What: Ivan gets tired of waiting for Daniil to stop hanging up on him.
Where: Ivan's tracked down Daniil's current residence in Gidd, like a ninja
When: Newdi evening
Notes:
Warnings: None yet, but they're hideous men. Give them time.

Ivan does not have a lot of patience left. Between Ilde being gone... well, mainly Ilde being gone, but the militia attack as well, he supposes - he is out of sorts and disinclined to play at the charming persona he cultivates. There are only three people in Baedal who've seen behind it. He doesn't want to inflict himself on Njoki, and he wasn't over-fond of Mitchell's company before knowing he'd shagged Daisy.

So he turns up on Daniil's doorstep with an authoritative rap on the door. At least this way, he can't be hung up on.