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Who: The Militia, and the citizens of Baedal.
What: Moments in time.
Where: All around the city.
When: Over the course of this week.
Notes: This post is the activity mentioned here - there were enough volunteers to do asides tailored to specific volunteer characters, but if you'd like to have your character witness something in here, or hear about something after the fact and react to it, you are more than free to. Just keep in mind that these are for read-and-react, not confrontations: if your character picks a fight they will be arrested. These are examples of normal events that happen every day in Baedal.
Warnings: Bigotry, xenophobia, harassment, references to police brutality, endless creepy patronizing bullshit.

Day in and day out, the Militia has a presence in Baedal. Many are plain-clothed officers, watching, waiting. In times of strife, more and more uniformed agents appear amongst the citizens, reminding Baedal that she is protected. (That she is ruled.) For most, this is simply the way things are, and always have been – if you follow the rules, and if you shun those who don't, your life is unaffected. Maybe you decide not to vote because your heart doesn't match up to what's expected of you. Maybe you keep your eyes on your feet and keep walking past a hooded authority figure matched against a defenseless civilian. Maybe you are saved, and your ardor is won forever.

It's different for everyone.

heardmermaids

Who: Sebastian LeMat, a collection of people from his cohort, and a few NPCs.
What: Podder gets a cake that a giant sat on?
Where: The Ankh
When: Givdi night.
Notes: Feel free to make your own threads, hop about, threadjack, etc.
Warnings: None. Yet.

As far as Sebastian is concerned, The Ankh is one of the better places to go in Baedal - accommodating staff, good food, nice ambiance, they're comfortable with Velcro and don't mind that he likes to sit at a table with clear lines of sight. While it's nothing he'll admit to, Sebastian knows that Christmas doesn't make him miss his friends and Britain quite as much as his birthday does. If pressed, he would likely say that the holidays are a celebration and a tradition, but his birthday has always been the sign of things to come, of the promise of a better year, and a reminder that change is always possible.

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.

gramarye

Who: Uri Rosenberg, Jones
What: "We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream."
Where: Ludmead
When: About a day after reality exploded.
Warnings: References to violence and death. Will update as needed.

( is it perfect in our little hell? and are you dancing or stumbling beside me? well, this might not be. just wait and see. )

captaincocksure

Who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Jones, Tadhg MacEibhir, Martha Jones, Hasibe Ozcelik

What: Those who would help the good captain rescue tinies, assemble!

Where: the catacombs in the north Spatters area.

When: The 1st, starting at 6 pm. The day after the events here

Notes: Lineup for the log may change as I consult with people. Tag in, talk with Jim, talk with each other, whatever you like. Claire wrote the first four paragraphs, for setup—thank you! :D

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and murder, plus additional NPC menacing of children, and Jim being violent and briefly torturing someone for information, in the narrative set-up behind the cut. Also tl;dr, look, the words just came out, okay.

Ketch Heath, on the official city map, ends at a point. In reality, there are no clear divisions, no lines on the ground or any neat borders where grass ends and dreary fog-covered dirt begins; the buildings continue, tacked onto streets that haven't been kept up in hundreds of years, cracked and overgrown - shanty towns and wooden structures intersperse the framework of things both old and hauled in through the fog. To miles past what passes for the border in between the edge of the canton and the Spatters, down a crumbling alley, a meeting is taking place.

The area is otherwise deserted - there's not much viable, picked clean and dirty, and the occasional lookout that can be seen peering through cracks in old boarded up windows assume anyone not dressed like a Militia agent has been invited. (Because who else would know where to go, and when?)

( For the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these… )

heardmermaids

Who: Sebastian LeMat and a cast of thousands.
What: A whole lot of meeting up over coffee, tea, lunch, etc.
Where: All around town - Sobek Croix and Howl Barrow, mainly.
When: At various points throughout the week.
Notes: Organization plurk is here and a Podder mix is here.

( watch the oceans wash away the snow )

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.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: The City
What: Bad Blood causes cruorvore frenzy
Where: Mostly Mafaton
When: Nighttime
Notes: Everybody is welcome, please coordinate in OOC post. If you wish to make your own post, that is fine too.
Warnings:There may be gore.

This delivery of blood has been a long time coming. It's been the talk of Mafaton. A lot of people - cruorvores and curious civilians alike - have gathered around the set-up which is not unlike an outdoors soup kitchen.

The troubles do not start right away. Hours pass before anyone realizes something is amiss, and then everything goes wrong. Howls and wordless cries of terror echo between the walls of the neighbourhood. A woman shouts for the blood giving to be shut down, that there is something wrong. The crowd begin to panic.

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.]

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: Open to all residents of Baedal.
What: Nasty signs.
Where: All over the city, but mainly near xenian/cruorvore positive establishments. Mafaton, Howl Barrow, Chnum, etc.
When: Shundi evening.
Notes: Players are welcome to spot the posters all over town and try to remove them -- some will come off easily, others will be held fast by magical means, no one will try and stop them, but there may be covert surveillance of postered areas. Should anyone need an NPC or mod, just give us a shout on AIM/plurk/email.
Warnings: Intolerance.

The following poster has been plastered to walls along the borders of Mafaton, outside known cruorvore bars, and near other, openly xenian-friendly establishments.

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.

rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com

Who: Brie, Mina, Anna and Jones
What: Meeting up with Brie, as she apparently wants to see everyone from her world
Where: The Valhalla Inn, Brie's room
When: Just after nightfall (though Jones can feel free to come beforehand)
Warnings: None

Brie watched as the sun went down over the horizon. She thought about Luke -- she could still feel the strong grip of his hands as she was being pulling away.

Everything had happened so suddenly. Despite what Anna has told her, Brie is still convinced that the Fae are at work in this world. They clearly proved themselves of teleporting an entire city and its residents to a world that shouldn't exist. What's to say they couldn't teleport all of Chicago's residents to random worlds?

Brie didn't know why she had asked to see Anna and Jones so immediately, but if there were going to be familiar faces in this place, she wants to stick together. There's always strength in numbers, and unless they actively refused, Brie would want Anna and Jones on her side.

Sitting down on her bed, she waited for her guests to arrive.

indiscreet

Who: the Huntress (Anna) and “lucky” you (OPEN)
What: breaking down and going full True Fae, for your pleasure and entertainment
Where: ~moonpools~
When: the night after the Missions conclude
Notes: For the binding in question, see this log. Also, the Huntress is fun, but difficult, to write... so tags may be on the slow side.
Warnings: creepiness, and possible triggery-ness. This is the sort of character who will casually talk of violence and of using mortal humans as playthings. Oh, and skinny dipping.

The worst part of the fog, she thought, had been the way it had clawed at not just her body, but her mind. Yes, there had been dangers of the kind she could shoot, but that hadn’t really been the point of them, had it? They were a distraction, more like, as sharp teeth and serpents drained whatever mental resolve had been keeping Anna and the Huntress separate.

( she had remembered things out in the fog )

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: List forthcoming.
What: Getting a bottle of fog.
Where: The edge of town.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

( Mission Gamma )

coffeeking

Who: Ianto and YOU
What: Coffee. Americano. Espresso. Cafe Latte. Need I go on?
Where: Queequeg's
When: during a slow hour
Notes:
Warnings: Once your character tastes Ianto's coffee, they will be ruined for all other coffee forever.

Ianto let out a breath. The morning rush was finally over, the manager was beaming, and the supply of ground coffee had dwindled as the mess behind the counter had grown. Day after day, the lines out the door had been getting progressively longer as word of Ianto's coffee spread, and Ianto was now fairly certain people were going well out of their way for it. He'd spotted some customers he was sure weren't even residents of Mog Hill. If he ever wanted to take over Baedal, he figured he could successfully pull a Starbucks.

While it was flattering almost to the point of embarrassment, it was also irritating since it dirtied up his kitchen (yes, his kitchen), and dealing with demanding customers wasn't his favorite way to spend a morning. Thankfully, his co-workers were taking out the trash and cleaning the counters, leaving Ianto free to grind more of his special blends in preparation for the next rush.

serjeant

Who: Seoraj and YOU.
What: The smithy is open for business, which means taking orders and working up basics for sale.
Where: Seoraj's Forge in Stoneshell.
When: Weekdays, business hours. Specify if it matters.
Notes: This is generally here for anyone to whom blacksmiths are relevant!
Warnings: Archaic sexism.

Business may not be booming, but nevertheless it is well underway within a short time of Seoraj's acquisition. Most of his work to start with comes in through the farming communities, and the occupation is familiar in a way that lays out most starkly how familiar so much of this place is not. Steel works under his hands as it ever has, and the world outside the smithy marches on in its own, new way. Immersing himself in that is his way, though he's never had an opportunity like this before; he insinuates himself into life here as if it were an old cloak and not so crisply new as it is.

People begin to talk to him. That will be good, he thinks, though he doesn't yet know what for.

wandandsickle

Who: Jones and Nuala
What: A meeting of two sorceresses.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Misdi afternoon.
Warnings: None.

Jones has finally gotten around to getting herself in Nuala's appointments, and approaches the meeting at the Hellsing Guild Hall with a bit of excitement. Although she doesn't really even know much about the other woman, and that would normally make her take a more cautious approach, it'll be a relief to get to chat with someone who understands magic properly again. (And isn't a vampire. She's got nothing against vampires; it's just it gets a little weird when vampires comprise most of one's social circle.)

She heads into what looks like a lobby to announce her arrival.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: A whole lot of ants and YOU!
What: Exploring houses overrun by giant ants! Interacting with ants!
Where: Three specific ant hive houses have cropped up in Baedal.
When: The ants become visible late Sukkardi, so any time after Shundi will do.
Notes: To organize expeditions into the ant hives and to see what your characters will find there, please see the OOC post. NPCs, general GMing, and mod guidance are all available upon request.
Warnings: Bugs! Possible horror. Will update as needed.

When the ants come out of the ground it happens very quietly and it happens at night. Baedal wakes up to chitinous sound of insect labour. At first there is some panic - memories of strange creatures emerging from below to attack the city fresh in everyone's mind - but it is soon evident that the ants, while curious, pose no immediate threat to the City. They seem content to work and live inside the houses they have occupied; houses no one has noticed or cared about for years.

Soon, the ant-occupied houses begin to change. The ants are building something on the rooftops, something like towers, stretching towards the heavens. Birds that fly too close to the buildings quickly disappear.

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another day older and deeper in debt

It's not my fault if I live and breathe; Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.

It don't mean a thing.

birds singing in the sycamore tree

surrounded, or spiraling.

Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them

closed :: don't you wonder when the earth will go

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

Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin.

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

familiar faces

Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood

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

Requiem unite!

I see a bad moon rising

Mission Gamma

(no subject)

you must be sure that the doubts and questions are your own

resonance

the little one stops to shut the gate :: [OPEN]

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