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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.

mightyfallen

Who: Jack and Rachel
What: Talkin' about things
When: After hours
Where: Jack's office in Syriac Well
Warnings: Mild alcoholism

( i've got lots of them )

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.

mightyfallen

Who: Jack and Raylan
What: A discreet meeting
Where: A bar in Kinken
When: Backdated to Shundi evening

( sleeps unaware of the clarion call )

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.

mightyfallen

Who: Jack Benjamin & Charles Xavier
What: A lunch meeting and a discussion of potential funding.
Where: Coin's End
When: Misdi, mid-day.

( a little less like my father and more like my dad )

thethingsidoforlove

Who: Jaime Lannister, Seoraj, Sonja Garin, and YOU
What: Various encounters with Jaime in Baedal.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist generally, the Twelve Point divinity temples, other places your heart desires.
When: Whenever you want.
Notes: An open log and one closed thread! Tag in however otherwise, hopefully the above is a guide. But if you would like to do a thing and want me to kick off a thread, I am happy to open one, just let me know.
Warnings: Maybe language, possible medieval dickbag behaviour and the like. Probable violence in the case of the Arena.

( and bitter runs for glory )

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 )

molotovmartinis

Who: OPEN
What: cheap Tarot card readings
Where: Aspic, on the edge of the bazaar
When: all day!
Notes: Balthazar's permissions, especially important if your character has any supernatural aspects
Warnings: Balthazar is a creep! But he is also pretending to be someone else so he may be less creepy. Who knows.

Divination is an industry in Baedal: seers and those with farsight are fairly commonplace, and if you're looking for reliable, there are better places to go than Aspic's bazaar.

But if you're looking for cheap, or just for entertainment, then this teeny booth is promising. Many of the props Balthazar is using are real; for example, the tent, table, the chair, the deck of Tarot cards, and the sign with the prices ("past/present/future - ₭2") are all real and exactly as they seem. But the person lounging behind the table is covered with illusions. On the outermost surface, which is a thin glamour, it's a young lady with long red hair and dark eyes. She's wearing a heavy, shapeless black dress made of wool with tights, an overcoat, and a bright yellow scarf.

Beneath that layer is a middle-aged woman with fading red hair and tired eyes, in the same clothing. It's a much stronger illusion, more realistic than the pretty top layer, and has its own scent of bitter tea and harsh soap.

Beneath that layer is Balthazar as he often appears, a businessman in a three piece pinstriped suit, perhaps in his mid to late thirties. And beneath that, of course, is his true self, the rotten face of a demon. Anybody able to see that far in may pick up hints of sulfur. He's sure there are people who can see him as he is; some of them hurry past, some of them don't care. Some of them can only see the aging woman. It doesn't much matter to him. He huddles in the scant protection the tent covers, though of course he's never cold, watching those that pass him by, and tapping his fingers next to the worn deck as he waits.

caballero

Who: ~~Bruce Wayne~~ ~Tom~ and your character.
What: Daily life, some mundane, some not.
Where: Various places about the city.
When: Presently, though days vary.
Notes: This is kind of a pseudo-narrative whose primary purpose is background noise for what Bruce has been up to, but I decided I also wanted CR, so I'm leaving it open. >_> I think the easiest places to run into him would be around town (he's usually in Bonetown, when he's visible) or at the Vault, though if you have an idea for a specific scene please ping me. I WANT ALL THE THINGS.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, sexuality, assault.

( i would never do anything to let you cowards fuck my city up )

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. )

goodeintentions

Who: inkstainedsword and ANYBODY :D
What: Aimery's got the night off, so he's going exploring and barhopping. Also POKER.
Where: In bars, clubs, or the streets between Howl Barrow, Brock Marsh, and Griss Twist.
When: Veerdi (Friday) evening->night.
Notes: This is open forever, back/slowtagging absolutely welcome, and if you want to tag but aren't sure about where to set it, just IM me or sommat and we'll make it work :3
Warnings: Mutually drunk making out, Discussions of suicide and depression

A night off meant a night out. One where he doesn't have to worry about staying sober and unoccupied enough that he can head home when called, and that meant he got to range a bit further from said home. Before leaving he slicked his hair back and dressed in his going out clothes- he made a mental note to go shopping, soon, so he'd have more variety in that, though it's not like there was anything wrong with them and he didn't expect to run into many familiar faces who'd notice the repetition. He brought his longsword along this time, too, just in case.

First he made his way to Howl Barrow, where he'd been told there was a so-called 'Queer community'. Aimery had been warned about flamboyancy but the welcoming enthusiasm and degree of... free spiritedness with regard to clothing and social norms... he found in the first club he tried was overwhelming. No, he wasn't ready for those kinds of places yet, but he found a somewhat quieter bar, had some wine, and learned a few new words (were they adjectives or nouns? he couldn't tell) then headed back along the river towards slightly more familiar, and less interestingly terrifying, territory.

Griss Twist was more rowdy in a dangerous sort of way, but with a sword and a dark bruise on the bridge of his nose from the most minor broken nose ever to ward people off (funny that it had earned him much sympathy in Howl Barrow) he wasn't worried. He stopped in a few places —including nice dance club with the most fascinatingly rapid music, he'd have to make sure to visit there again— but eventually settled on finishing his evening in a comparatively quieter bar that happened to feature poker. Aimery didn't quite remember who had taught him, but he was good, and if his "beginner's luck" held until the regulars got tired, then maybe he would be able to buy that custom sword after all.

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... )

bonhomme7h.livejournal.com

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

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. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

cailisairgid

Who: Princess Nuala & Jack Benjamin
What: With revelations abounding about the Candlelighters and House Ecumenal, a conversation must be had.
Where: Third floor at St Vökr.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes: Check out Sol and HB's reports for what led to this. Also, strict formal dress code.
Warnings: None as yet.

Despite Nuala's relatively brief time in Baedal thus far, this is not the first private dinner she's attended (or hosted) at St Vökr and she's as comfortable as she's going to get with the guarantee of privacy that the restaurant offers. Having arrived just barely early with Integra's creative denunciation of the House Ecumenal still ringing in her ears, she waits for Jack upstairs with a virgin cocktail and their menus, the files she'd brought with her still neatly in the slim case that had sat discreetly beneath her cloak. It's frustrating not to know how much the Militia already knows - more than they did a few weeks ago, certainly - but she doubts they're much interested in transparency with the Hellsing investigation.

Neither Nuala nor Integra suspect Jack of involvement - he can't possibly be that stupid - but it's imperative that they compare notes and that a decision is come to about what must be done next. He's a useful ally, and at times she thinks perhaps he might be a genuine friend; this is a problem for all of them.

mightyfallen

Who: Jack and Balthier
What: Some fussing and recuperating. Also, dinner.
Where: Jack's ridiculous apartment in West Gidd.
When: ~~Tuesday~~ Misdi evening.
Warnings: Food details, otherwise nothing much.

( Despite what he said in his text, it might be better if Balthier doesn't hurry over. )

mightyfallen

Who: Jack Benjamin, Nuala, Lex Luthor, and Adrian Veidt.
What: Jack meeting with each of the above, separately.
Where: Sobek Croix, Coin's End, and Spit Hearth, respectively.
When: Backdated to ~~Thursday, Friday, and Saturday~~ Givdi, Veerdi, and Sukkardi of last week, while fogspedition was gone.
Notes: In the interests of not spamming the comm, I'll be posting starter-comments to this post for each of the logs that need starting. IF ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE A JACK LOG, PLZ PM ME. :D
Warnings: Politicking?

It could be said that Jack is in a bit of a mood. The volunteer he snaps at on Mistdi would say more than that, given the chance, as would the barista who has the misfortune of putting too much cream in his Coardi-morning coffee. Those more familiar with his habits keep an intelligent distance – which he notices sometime Coardi afternoon and decides enough is enough. He has more important things to do than succumb to his own emotions. There's business to attend to, after all.

synergismus

Welcome to Baedal.

These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.

They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.

Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.

It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.

There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:

It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.

((OOC post for discussion and coordination.))

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

i wanna slay my demons, but i've got lots of them

The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

[closed] tracing a sparrow on snow-crested hill

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

i don't want to be a proud man, i just want to be a man

there were stern stands

(no subject)

I want my money back.

by the time you hear this i will have already spiralled up

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

What a night | OPEN

[pounding on the door; open]

It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

} i came here by day but i left here in darkness

do they cease to exist when you stop being missed

he said leave the politics to mad men.

How many goodly creatures are there here! :: GAME OPENER

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