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Who: Sebastian and Martel
What: Meet, greet, and sharing time.
Where: Martel's abode. Yes, he has an abode.
When: Shundi
Warnings: None. Yet.

At the appointed time and place, Sebastian heads off to meet Martel. He's brought along a few things that he knows he'll need - wand, knife, and dog - and roughly thought through what he wants to say about how he'd learned that magic worked, how he lost his own, and why he thinks most of the rules in his world are a bit bunk. There's a moment where he thinks he ought to be nervous, but the edginess doesn't settle in.

apostatised

Who: Martel with Irene Adler and Marie-Sixtine St. Vincent (separately).
What: An auction.
Where: The Vault.
When: Coardi evening.
Notes: I am assuming none of you wanted your character to buy a nude of Martel. Also I'm not apologizing for the cut text, annnnd if you're interested in having your character attend this, just drop me a line and we may be able to figure something out. I am also amenable to people who were in attendance but did not speak to Martel who may wish to reference it later!
Warnings: Martel's dick is ever-present in this one. llllladies.

( it's hard to be humble when you're so fucking big did you ever meet a sexier male chauvinist pig )

controlledvariable

Who: Steph Brown, others [closed]
What: Monster fighting, rescues, healing
Where: All around Baedal
When: Over a two week period since Hasi broke reality
Notes: Everyone has their own thread starter, which are in no particular order, if there are any problems/questions please let me know!
Warnings: NPC death, gore, violence, monsters, PTSD, my inability to be succint, if I've missed any feel free to tell me

( you've gotta deal with it )

apostatised

Who: MARTEL, Stephanie Brown, Hellsing employees, semi-open.
What: Candlelighters in the library, and Integra slipped Martel’s leash.
Where: The Blessed St Brian; Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: The day after Integra's announcement.
Notes: Library patrons are free to talk amongst themselves in reaction, if they so desire.
Warnings: Violence.

( but overcoming our nature is what separates us from the animals. )

diogenesis

Who: Mycroft Holmes and ~*you*~
What: An attempt to learn about the City in the most casual way possible.
Where: The Library of Blessed St. Brian
When: Veerdi, Kavadry 3rd
Notes: This is an open post! I have certain things I want to accomplish here, planting certain seeds and so forth, but anyone should feel free to come and poke the antisocial bear.
Warnings: Spoilers for Sherlock S2E3: The Reichenbach Fall.

( it has been a long three days. )

gramarye

Who: Wolfgang & open
What: "Aggressively normal" may be an oxymoron.
Where: Various places -- mostly Bonetown, Brock Marsh, Griss Twist, and anywhere in between.
When: Over the period of a week.
Notes: Plz feel free to tag in at any of the points he stops at, or have your character be anywhere random and I can have him be there coincidentally! c:
Warnings: None, will update as necessary.

( too old to lose it, too young to choose it )

suninhades

Who: All Hellsing employees, their families, and anyone who wished to attend.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.

the streets of my home town still look the same, but behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name. it's funny the tears that time will allow, but the dirt is your lover now. fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too, so many things in this sad little world grow back ( except for you. )

desert-bloomed.livejournal.com

Who: Residents of Castle Bad Ideas and their guests
What: An afternoon in.
Where: Castle Bad Ideas, in Brock Marsh
When: Early afternoon.
Notes: Slice of lifeness! The odd roommates get to know each other a little better.
Warnings: None expected.

Ashelia entered the mansion, closing the door gently behind her despite the bags hanging from her hands. Making enough noise to alert anyone to her presence generally ended badly. Well, in her mind, anyway. One never knew who would be visiting, if those Starfleet men (or whatever they are) were any indication, and catching people’s attention in this home usually meant speaking to them at length about various sundry topics that, while interesting, were stressful to think about. This was mostly because she still hadn’t thought Amalia’s opinion about anything and everything through yet, and she was fairly sure she never would. Though, to be fair, Martel had been somewhat antisocial recently, so that hadn’t been a problem.

The Queen stalked into the kitchen, setting the bags on the table and extracting their contents. It was mostly fruit she had gone to market to buy, but there was some salted meat, cheese and bread as well. She put those aside, though, and set about making a fruit salad. What pleased her most about the fruit market - aside from being reminded of going to the bazaar with Penelo and Fran to trade and barter for supplies - was the availability of citrus fruit. Of course, it had been readily available to her as the Queen of Dalmasca, but it was still expensive, so much so that she even felt a little guilty spending money on it for herself. She had eventually settled for having the delicacy out for people who had come to seek guidance from her on audience days. Here in Baedal, though, it was relatively cheap as far as she could reckon.

inkdamage

Who: SEVTEL
What: Martel fucked himself up with magic. Severus gets to fix it.
Where: ~the apothecary basement.
When: AHAHA A REALLY LONG TIME AGO
Notes: SO BACKDATED, SORRY
Warnings: ~~Comic book~~ WIZARD SCIENCE, some mild eye gore.

( my heart is hateful )

apostatised

Who: Martel & Anna Demirovna

What: A consultation and a binding.

Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.

When: Sukkardi night.

Warnings: Presently none, but that's subject to change.

'Relevant experience' is the phrase the Princess uses with both Martel and Anna in separate conversations; she says it so delicately that he smiles, faintly, aware of the edge. It isn't the sort of work he generally does for Hellsing, but he can't think of a good reason to refuse and the professional challenge is too much to resist. Innovation drives him, curiosity, and his own pride - of course he can do this, and so of course he will.

He keeps an office at the guild hall, and it's there that he arranges an appointment to meet with Ms Demirovna after nightfall, to suit her schedule. He'll need more details about what, precisely, she wants to achieve here, but he's made a few notes already about spells he's already familiar with and the likely useful elements of each. What he ultimately provides her with won't be half so patchwork as his scattered scrawl implies; this is merely a place to start, and the theory has him already absorbed before she arrives.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: OPEN to all residents.
What: The ant-situation is changing!
Where: Throughout the city.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

( Mission Alpha )

gotbottle

Who: Martel and Rachel
What: Tea and information.
Where: The library.
When: backdated to Coardi, late afternoon.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings:THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY BOOKS OH GOD. ...I mean, nothing, so far.

Back home in California, libraries were plentiful. But they were terribly modern affairs, all glass and steel and carpet, new shelves neatly lined with books. The libraries in New York were a bit better. Some of those were actually in stone buildings and looked well lived-in.

But this library, she thinks as she steps inside, this one looks much more like the mental images she had of libraries when she read about them as a kid. It seems old, hushed, full of dusty leather tomes and serious people doing serious reading.

She goes over to the first librarian's station she sees, politely asking for Martel in hushed tones befitting the place.

wearyheadtorest

Who: Hellsing personnel
What: The meet-and-greet barbecue.
Where: Out in back of Hellsing HQ.
When: Givdi, beginning in the afternoon, stretching on into the night.
Notes: Dean's network post will be the first comment, after that, just tag in at will to create new threads at the barbecue itself.
Warnings: Contains Alucard. Also contains Dean Winchester. Further warnings to be added as we go AW SHIT I NEED TO WARN PEOPLE ABOUT THAT.

About midday, a call goes out on the Hellsing filter from Dean, setting this thing up.

By mid-afternoon, with help, there are a couple of grills going, crabs on the boil, tables lined up in the grass behind the guild hall. There's meat, there's shellfish, there's vegetables and side dishes. There's even some wine and beer.

Hello, Hellsing. Come meet and greet your fellow operatives.

synergismus

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

( On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. )

nojudge.livejournal.com

Who: ~~Statler and Waldorf~~ Balthier and Martel.
What: Catching up, shooting the shit, talk of houses, etc and soforth. Life in Baedal.
Where: A cafe in Brock Marsh.
When: Some time after Balthier and Jack's recent log but before... now. THESE ARE NOT THE DROIDS YOU ARE LOOKING FOR
Notes: I got nothin'.
Warnings: Sarcasm?

On the third floor of a wide building there is cafe reached by a narrow winding set of stairs, whose insides are wooden with colored glass windows and lights, and that has a large semi-circle of an outdoor patio that sits atop whatever shop is below, looking out over the bustling district. Balthier, dressed a bit simpler than usual but no less unEarthly, lounges on a chair on said patio, people-watching. This, he thinks, feels a bit more familiar. (He's not sure he likes the thought. It's deceptive.) All traces of his injuries attained during his recent expedition are gone - there are some bits on his shoulder that scarred, left too long without healing, but his shirt's covering all of that - and he looks for all the world like he hasn't got a care in it.

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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many a blood red carpet my unsteady feet have trod

i'm a burning effigy of everything i used to be;

I know it's hard but...

i believe most people are inherently good;

LIGHT THE MATCH

time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth

there are fists on the front page and blood in the sky

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i'm the motherfucking ungrateful

your childhood home is just powder white bone and you'll never find your way back

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plot } the creatures descend.

we can steal this car if your folks don't mind

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

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