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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.

civilobedience

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.

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.

wontturntofoam

Who: Mermaid, Manticore, and YOU!
What: lazing by the gross tar, or roaming the city
Where: Brock Marsh where the gross tar forks, and wherever is convenient to you!
When: Throughout last week
Notes: polyvore set with multiple costume changes!
Warnings: Lovely tooth filled friend.

( In which the word manticore is used over and over again. )

[ooc: Multiples welcome and encouraged! If you'd like to thread but don't have a reason for your character to be around Brock Marsh/The Gross Tar, just tag in with another location, and I'll find a reason for them to be there <3]

apotropaic

Who: Philomena Flores & you.
What: Philomena takes abduction literally in stride.
Where: Griss Twist and thereabouts.
When: Sukkardi daytime.
Notes: a polyvore set!
Warnings: None.

Once she was out of that claustrophobic little cell of a room, Philomena hadn’t paused, had strode past the Inn employee without a thank you, handbag clamped underneath one arm, and kept going until she was outside and turning to look at everything.

Jesus. It was real.

Then she’d kept walking, determinedly, like she had some place to go, until her blisters started to form blisters from her always too-high heels. Finally, she stopped to sit on a low wall and let her mind catch up.

There was magic all around her and it was dizzying. There were more supernatural creatures here than she’d ever seen, dotted amongst others she knew were human, dotted amongst people she didn’t even know the word for. It was unreal. It was frightening and hilarious and unreal, all at the same time.

After a while, she reached for what looked like a colourful clustered bag charm, took it off and played with beads she’d made herself while reciting an incantation. It wasn’t real spellwork; it was adding something extra to a talisman. It was like offering up a silent prayer to magic, the universe, whoever was running the show, asking for help, guidance, protection. Luck. She’d take any and all right now.

baedalites

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. )

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 )

gwynn

Who: Megan and yooouuuuu
What: Still spiraling into a pit of self-destructiveness, but with less horrible traumatized feels, Megan could use some distractions.
Where: Specifically mentioned are Griss Twist and Howl Barrow, but anywhere is fine.
When: Ruudary 27-29th
Notes: If you need a specific prompt and don't have ideas PUNCH ME OVER PM we can plot things...
Warnings: Drinking, drug use, will add as needed.

( once the world stops spinning read that writing on the wall. you never knew. is the cushion just enough to break the fall? won't you cry? )

andyoullmissit

Who: Clarice and YOU?
What: Some trading, some information gathering, some wandering.
Where: Out and about, certainly including Mafaton, but quick transport between neighborhoods isn't so much an issue for her.
When: Veerdi, all day
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging her. If you want to grab me ooc for plots before taggin, IRC or plurk are both fine.
Warnings: TBA if necessary

Peace is starting to get to her.

Granted, someone outside the situation might suggest the destruction of her world, including every person she ever cared about, might be what was getting to her, but Clarice long ago learned ways to survive. Looking too closely at her injuries wasn't one of those.

She's bad at stillness, though, and she's bad at domesticity. She doesn't sleep easily, but after all these years, she'd miss her nightmares, she sometimes thinks. Her whole life has been fighting, and now there's just waiting. Waiting and fog.

At least she's not half bad at the latter. (The fog probably isn't helping her mental state either, but she ignores that for now, like everything else that doesn't suit her.) She's doing alright, and is subtly picking up information about the guild. Maybe it'd be worth joining, so she didn't have to worry about stepping on toes when she goes out.

She still gets odd looks, but that's nothing. As long as she can pick out the people who are too afraid to be interacted with properly, she can get by.

She misses a lot of people, but then she buys herself fresh bread and tells herself it's not so bad. Sometimes she even believes it.

controlledvariable

Who: Stephanie Brown and Megan Gwynn
What: Steph in mom mode
Where: Megan's apartment
When: Early afternoon sometime in the week after Steph's conversation with Jae
Notes: None.
Warnings: sexual assault, rape culture, victim blaming, drug use, disordered eating (copy/pasted from Megan's earlier log in case any of them come up)

( the kind who comes to poker, pockets stuffed with kings and aces )

gwynn

Who: Megan
What: “When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.”
Where: Howl Barrow, &tc
When: Starting Ruudary 18th, covers about a week
Notes: Closed narrative.
Warnings: Sexual assault, rape culture, victim blaming, slut shaming, drug use, disordered eating... also I'm gross, sorry.

“Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. [...] It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette.” - White Oleander

( she stole the keys to my house, and then she locked herself out. )

tropfatale

Who: Megan Gwynn & Sonja Garin.
What: Sonja brings Megan the antidote, and later, an explanation.
Where: Megan's place.
Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, suicidal ideation, Sonja's very existence, at least narrative thoughts of violence.

( there are very bad things beyond these four walls. )

gwynn

Who: EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
What: When it's time to party we will always party hard.
Where: Megan's apartment, Howl Barrow
When: Sukkardi/Saturday night
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged. Also, again, if you want to tag in but your character wouldn't just show up, feel free to assume Megan befriended them somewhere and dragged them over/invited them personally.
Warnings: Preemptive warnings for drug use, naughty language and sexual situations.

Megan's housepartment (it looks like a house to her, but the realtor assured her it is an apartment, okay, whatever) is a quaint little thing in the middle of a friendly, middle class Howl Barrow street that is deceptively tame by day and comes alive by night. Her neighbours are super chill, which is her favourite part of living here -- she asked around about a party, if the noise would be a problem, and nobody had any problem with it. Howl Barrow rules.

The inside's a bit furnitureless right now -- she's got a few mismatched chairs and a pull-out sofa, that's about it -- but she's already started decorating a little, hanging art on the walls and putting up nice curtains. (Nobody is allowed to puke on her new curtains.) She's well-stocked with a wide selection of alcohol, ranging from mid-price beer to hard liquor, and snacks, nothing fancy.

She's got her bong out too, yeah.

By 7, there's already a couple people milling about and drinking -- coworkers from the Vault, mostly. Music's playing from an old suitcase turntable set up on the kitchen counter, it's something Baedal-native, hard rock, and in an alien language.

For the shy and/or drunken Snow Whites, there's a friendly, fluffy ragdoll cat lounging around, casually draping herself wherever is most convenient for attention and adulation. Caution: do not give cat beer.

boomvox

Who: Jae and Megan, though open to other people (see: notes).
What: CLUBBING.
Where: Around town.
When: At some point after Jae's arrival and getting something akin to settled in.
Notes: IF you have a burning desire to run into Jae sometime, either out partying or just wherever, feel free to use this like an open post. You can partycrash him and Megan too! Ping me first though so we know you're coming. mO_Om
Warnings: TBA though probably recreational substance use. Will edit as needed.

With his godawful motel room warded to the teeth and his anxiety finally running out of steam, Jae's found that sitting and hiding inspires a similar sort of terror to being trapped in that room; his rented room is too small, and holing up there is uncomfortably crazy-making.

So fuck it. He's got to make it work, as it were, and skittering around not going outside except to collect bits of familiar hardware or grab another bottle of coffee liqueur isn't enough to keep him from going nuts, no matter how angry he remains at being abducted.

That's how he ends up out with Megan, wearing an outfit artfully crafted from thrift stores and glamour stitches, having already pre-gamed with half a bottle of Kahlua to kill his nerves - both for the experience of finally heading out into Baedal, and for Megan herself. He likes her, he really does, but her inescapable inhuman visage still makes him feel like there's a laser-guided target on her (and thus him by extension). It isn't bigotry that stresses him out, but fear, and so he acknowledges it and forces himself to go past it. Megan has been really nice to him for no reason other than just being a nice person; she's way too cool to deserve his neuroses being inflicted on her.

He'll relax once he gets going, anyway. He always does.

studious_snake

Who: Jay Nagai and Megan Gwynn
What: Freeing Jay from the tiny room
Where: The arrival room
When: Afternoon
Notes: None
Warnings: None.

While Jay waited, he continued to reply on his CiD to pass the time, hoping it wouldn't take the pink haired girl too long, but content for the moment replying to comments. He was, at the very least, finding out useful information. Sitting cross legged, head bent over his CiD, he looked very much human. He had no intention of allowing even the slightest snake-like trait to slip through when someone might see him, even if that someone had pink hair and wings. At least, not for now. After all, the more people who accidentally discovered his secret, the less likely it would be a secret, and while there may not be any need for that secret, he wanted to find out for sure before taking it on faith that everyone would be okay with it if they knew his true form was a very large and poisonous snake.

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.

requiresssacrifice

Who: Rex Lewis & Open
What: Some exploring. Rex is looking around Brock Marsh for a job-- WHO WANTS ~~A WEAPONS DEVELOPER~~ AN ENGINEER-- and then afterwards has found this hip, cool "Vault" place people have told him about.
Where: Brock Marsh (particularly the uni) and Griss Twist (The Vault). You can also accost him in the street. He will love it.
When: Shortly after his arrival.
Notes: Feel free to tag into one of the threads below. The OP is just a little prelude. Multiple threads welcome!
Warnings: The Vault :C

( Rex has coping skills. Really. )

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The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

another day older and deeper in debt

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

All mimsy were the borogroves...

[open]

OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

(no subject)

wait a minute little back porch lady

they're going to have to fight me (open)

She's the kind of girl who looks for love in all the loney places

confused and wracked with self-doubt

CLOSED. don't ask what happens when the curtains draw.

blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

but it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us

(no subject)

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

open; baby's first exploration

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