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yea, I will take the gloomward road
Sep. 22nd, 2012 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perfectcameoWho: Logan and Nuala Ní Balor
What: A clean break.
Where: Nuala's office, Sobek Croix.
When: After this.
perfectcameo
meanwhilebackWho: 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
meanwhilebackWho: Penelope Lane, a very traumatized-looking Wolfgang Einhorn, and YOU! YES, YOU!!! GET OVER HERE
What: The open casting call for Penelope's fashion line! Also known as "Models A-Go-Go" or "The Trolliest Place On Earth".
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Specifically, the Ballroom. (Yes, it has one. It's a hotel, isn't it?)
When: Coardi, Ceidary 16th. Also known as "Today". Doors open at noon!
Notes: I'll post two thread starters, one for mingling amongst one another in the waiting area, where you should feel free to post WILDLY about how ridiculous this all is, get into fights, etc, and another for your own personal threads with Penelope, where she will decide if you are ~what she wants~. If you want to post elsewhere (outside the Valhalla being attacked by jellyfish, having a smoke break out back, snorting coke in the bathrooms, whatever) feel free!! Just make a note where it is in the subject. Y'all know the drill!
Warnings: Cursing, trollery, diva behavior. Possibly giant sky-jellyfish harassing the building. The usual.
Signs posted in the lobby and hallways of the Valhalla direct interested parties back past the dining hall to a large, seldom-used room, helpfully labeled "Ballroom" in several different languages, many not remotely native to Earth. Inside, the carpeted room is otherwise similar to general design scheme of the Valhalla, except slightly dustier. Several rows of folding chairs have been set up in a sort of airport-style waiting area to the side, and far to the end of the room sits a long table.
Seated smack in the center of that table is Penelope Lane, The Grand Bitch Herself, smoking a cigarette and looking for all the world like she's enormously dissatisfied with just about everything she can possibly think of. On the table in front of her is a notebook and pen, an ashtray, and a polaroid camera. Somewhere, a radio is playing through slightly crackly speakers.
At the entrance, a small table has been set up with a stack of carefully typed applications and a handwritten sign, instructing that applicants should take one and sit in the waiting area to fill out the paperwork until the number at the top of their form is called.
It's all very professional, or it would be, if there weren't the threat of giant killer sky-jellyfish floating around outside eating people. This has, understandably, put something of a damper on the occasion. But as they say, the show must go on. Because Penelope says so. Damnit.
birds singing in the sycamore tree
Mar. 31st, 2012 08:21 pmbaedalitesAs 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.
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.
Tags:
- @ ~ dreamscape,
- alexia swiftdawn,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- irene adler,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- nuala ní balor,
- rachel conway,
- steve rogers,
- } alan shore,
- } alter ego,
- } astrid farnsworth,
- } barbara gordon,
- } charity burbage,
- } don draper,
- } hermione granger,
- } mycroft holmes,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } nuada airgetsléa,
- } philomena flores,
- } rex lewis,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } sherlock holmes,
- } stephanie brown
the sky is falling.
Feb. 29th, 2012 09:58 pmbaedalitesWho: Everyone.
What: Part two begins.
When: Evening, a few hours before the end of the 24-hour siege period.
Notes: Feel free to thread in comments here or make your own posts! NPC your own monsters, team up in locations anywhere you like, and feel free to plot things at the plotting post, which has the relevant details. Remember that this is city-wide, so you are free to do what you like with locations.
Just after dark, the air of Baedal seems to change. While it was tense before, with the stand-off in Mafaton, a new kind of electrical energy begins to spread through the city, leaking from the sky itself. The horizon is clear tonight, even starry where the city lights don't obscure the view, but soon enough it begins to blur with color, and at an alarmingly rapid pace. Bright streaks of pink and green begin to spiral across the sky, in an approximation of the auroras, though it is much nearer and brighter than any common demonstration of an aurora should be. The geomagnetic storm swirls and dances, initially beautiful, but its intensity is ominous.
It's also growing. Most geomagnetic storms stay to one corner, but this spreads across the entire sky, green-purple-pink-red illuminated and inching further into the dark, leaving the city of Baedal tinted with a dim, eerie glow. This continues for about a half an hour, until that tension reaches its breaking point.
The magical boundaries holding Mafaton crack and then completely shatter. It is audible, and the backlash sends flying many of the Candlelighters trying frantically to preserve the borders of their siege. A few of them are killed by the backlash of their spell's combustion, but more are simply shaken; having one's magic work so thoroughly broken is not a pleasant experience. The sound covers another tearing, this time a metaphysical one that rips the heavens open in places the common eye can't see. Those whose vision allows them to observe different layers of reality will notice, but others will only see the incoming flood of creatures from other universes.
One siege has ended, but another has just begun, and this time, it's not just Mafaton at risk.
cailisairgidWho: Hellsing Matriarchy.
What: Independent reports have begun to confirm the information "given" to Solomon Koenig before his disappearance; the matriarchy must now decide what to do with it.
Where: Nuala's sitting room, Hell House.
When: This evening.
Warnings: Ruthless tactical discussion; mentions of torture, execution.
The fire burning low in the grate is still warm, a soft glow contributing to the lamplight of Nuala's sitting room; she sits not far from it, her sewing in her lap, resting over the storybook she'd read to Sidda before sending her to bed with the nurse. Something is going to have to be arranged for the child, soon, but Hellsing has had other concerns that don't wait for the princess's health-- all of them neatly outlined in plain, clinical terms in the array of files set out on the table beside her, a quietly brutal incongruity in an otherwise domestic scene.
They've been watching the farmlands, tracking the Chimer house; confirming as much as they can of the information Solomon wrung out of his guest to indicate how seriously they need to take the rest. The answer is a great deal, and her needle glints firelight when she sets it down to look up at Integra on the other side of the room.
"How much of a choice do we have?"
heardmermaidsWho: 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 )
cailisairgidWHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna
WHAT: A few things clarified.
WHERE: The Hellsing Residence; Princess Nuala's room.
WHEN: Shortly after Nuala's injuries; reposted from LJ.
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence, the Balor twins' disturbing relationship, etc.
It is eventually both necessary and feasible to move Nuala out of the infirmary itself; without Bethmooran healers and without Nuada at hand to ensure that both twins are receiving proper care, much of her recovery process will be a matter of maintenance, keeping her comfortable and stable and not letting her up and about to work. This is, she strongly feels, the very worst of it; there is so much still that she must do, and she can hardly afford to waste her hours in idleness. There's only so much she can do from her own bed, particularly when the Hellsing nurses in and out to tend to her are engaged in committing the cardinal offense of actually enforcing doctor's orders to rest and let heself heal.
The injuries, extensive as they are, will heal -- faster for the twins than they might on mere mortals, even -- but she's always been a difficult patient and the awareness of how much else is tied into her recovery now hardly helps. The obligatory cursory investigation into the incident only encourages the rumours that they have chosen not to contradict (Hellboy, who can be trusted with the truth of the matter, handles that); it's smarter, long term, to let this work for rather than against them. It's only that she wishes she could have more of a hand in it, that this terribly useful thing didn't have to come at the expense of her own health, comfort and workload.
There are a few things she can take care of from here, however; when Anna is summoned, the nurse at the door admonishes her not to overfuss the princess with the air of someone who has had a very long day already.
cailisairgidWHO: Princess Nuala, Anna DemirovnaIt is eventually both necessary and feasible to move Nuala out of the infirmary itself; without Bethmooran healers and without Nuada at hand to ensure that both twins are receiving proper care, much of her recovery process will be a matter of maintenance, keeping her comfortable and stable and not letting her up and about to work. This is, she strongly feels, the very worst of it; there is so much still that she must do, and she can hardly afford to waste her hours in idleness. There's only so much she can do from her own bed, particularly when the Hellsing nurses in and out to tend to her are engaged in committing the cardinal offense of actually enforcing doctor's orders to rest and let heself heal.
WHAT: A few things clarified.
WHERE: The Hellsing Residence; Princess Nuala's room.
WHEN: Recently!
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence, the Balor twins' disturbing relationship, etc.
The injuries, extensive as they are, will heal -- faster for the twins than they might on mere mortals, even -- but she's always been a difficult patient and the awareness of how much else is tied into her recovery now hardly helps. The obligatory cursory investigation into the incident only encourages the rumours that they have chosen not to contradict (Hellboy, who can be trusted with the truth of the matter, handles that); it's smarter, long term, to let this work for rather than against them. It's only that she wishes she could have more of a hand in it, that this terribly useful thing didn't have to come at the expense of her own health, comfort and workload.
There are a few things she can take care of from here, however; when Anna is summoned, the nurse at the door admonishes her not to overfuss the princess with the air of someone who has had a very long day already.
cailisairgidWho: Nuala, Dr McCoy, NPC Hellsing aids; possibly others later.The first hint something isn't right feels quite the opposite; some faint sensation in the back of her mind that should be there, shouldn't it, some presence that is always more notable in absence. She's too occupied with her own work for that edge of determination in someone else's jaw to do more than steel her own spine, deep in conversation over the CiD and tapping a closed fountain pen against the edge of a notepad. It's routine and admittedly mostly for peace of mind on both sides -- they're circling the wagons with the advancing elections, but there's only so much anyone can do until they know what the situation is after -- which is why, later, Nuala will wish they'd been busier. That there'd been something that needed her attention and the conversation hadn't been permitted to meander over more varied subjects, that she hadn't still been on the line when, pacing her office, she'd been so violently wrenched to her knees.
What: Nuada's first attempt is a failure.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Today.
Warnings: Violent injury; reference to violence; medical treatment; ping me if I missed something.
She has a half-second to despair of what the grapevine is going to sound like tomorrow when the pain hits her full force and she realizes the sound she's hearing is coming from her own throat, gold blood soaking through her sleeve, her skirt, spilling down her arm and her thigh. Her short-lived cries bring her nearest aides in at a dead run, one shutting down her CiD and another dispatching someone else to fetch Dr McCoy while endeavouring to keep the princess conscious as anaphylaxis begins to set in, heart-rate rushing and leaving her no breath to scream Nuada's name.
This is going to be difficult to explain.
suninhadesWho: 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.
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. )
Tags:
- @ sobek croix,
- alucard,
- dean winchester,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- integra hellsing,
- james t. kirk,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- lyla tzigano,
- martel,
- nuala ní balor,
- rodolphus lestrange,
- solomon koenig,
- steve rogers,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } brie cormac,
- } leonard mccoy,
- } mabel albans,
- } maggie thomas,
- } narcissa malfoy,
- } sebastian lemat,
- } shiori sakita,
- } youko shimura
suninhadesWho: Princess Nuala, Integra Hellsing, and everyone who's made an appointment for a job interview at Hellsing.
What: Job interviews.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall, Sobek Croix.
When: Various times after this post.
Notes: If your character has an interview just start a new thread! You may get Integra, you may get Nuala, you may get both. If you have a preference, say so in your subject line or harass one of us, we are easy to find.
Warnings: Bureaucracy?
In the midst of rising tension in the city, Hellsing is busier than usual. New blood (ha, hah) is always welcome, but especially so these days. The guild hall is perhaps oddly quiet, though it's only because most agents are out on cases. Those with appointments will be seen promptly.
The City at Large & Mission Alpha
Jul. 16th, 2011 09:37 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
baedalites.livejournal.comWho: 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 )
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 )
Tags:
- # operation: bio,
- @ mog hill,
- @ sobek croix,
- james t. kirk,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- martel,
- nuala ní balor,
- { bellatrix lestrange,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } alec mcdowell,
- } apollo,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } deucalion,
- } edward nigma,
- } gabriel gray,
- } narcissa black,
- } narcissa malfoy,
- } sebastian lemat
cailisairgidWho: 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.
(no subject)
Jul. 11th, 2011 03:38 pmspawnofgod.livejournal.comWho: Deucalion, OPEN
What: Arrival shenanigans
Where: Outside of the Valhalla Inn
When: 7/11 in the evening
Notes: your face
Warnings: my face
( IT'S TIME TO JUMP IN THE THE MYSTERY MACHINE. )
What: Arrival shenanigans
Where: Outside of the Valhalla Inn
When: 7/11 in the evening
Notes: your face
Warnings: my face
( IT'S TIME TO JUMP IN THE THE MYSTERY MACHINE. )
wandandsickleWho: Jones and NualaJones 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.)
What: A meeting of two sorceresses.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Misdi afternoon.
Warnings: None.
She heads into what looks like a lobby to announce her arrival.
be near me when i fade away;
Jun. 28th, 2011 02:32 amcailisairgidWho: Nuala and Anna
What: A binding.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Backdated to shortly after this post.
Warnings: Possible creepiness.
Upon Anna's arrival, she's escorted directly to Princess Nuala's office by one of her department aids; perhaps that Nuala sees fit to conduct this in that office is an indication of her confidence.
The room is dimmed and a little over-warm, though the fire isn't burning now and the embers are hidden behind a steel fireplace guard. The scent of the candles that were lit earlier lingers, soothing and not immediately identifiable; Nuala herself sits in her usual armchair, an embroidery hoop in her lap that she has yet to begin stitching into, the silver thread waiting, glinting in the low light.
"Come," she says, extending a hand to invite Anna into the seat opposite. "Sit."
( no one ever said elves are nice )
May. 29th, 2011 02:55 pmcailisairgidWHO: Princess Nuala, Anna Demirovna, Hellsing NPCs
WHAT: A meeting is interrupted.
WHERE: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
WHEN: Friday evening, before and during the crescendo of attacks.
WARNINGS: Nothing currently. Nuala is a lady.
As Ms Demirovna's arrival is anticipated, there's little fuss involved in escorting her to the Princess's (as she's referred to - 'the princess', 'her highness', etc) public office upstairs. Her role in the Guild itself is evidently as a member of the command unit and the head of department for Public Relations; accordingly, her office is a spacious room that appears to have been specifically selected for ease of entertaining those she's obliged to meet with for one reason or the other. The desk is set towards the back of the room, an imposing piece of furniture below a display case at the far wall that holds the silver hand of King Balor, by a corner window with a low ledge that during the day must beautifully stream light into her workspace. Towards the middle of the room, and most immediately relevantly, there is a low settee and soft arm-chairs with a matched table, set at the fireside.
The spinning wheel and sewing baskets must seem, perhaps, like an odd choice for such a room- but not when one is aware of precisely what purpose they serve.
The Princess herself is an elegant representative in red and black, seated at the fireside as Anna's shown in by an aid. "Thank you for coming," she says, rising to invite Anna to the seat opposite her. It's a more personal way of handling this encounter than sitting on opposite sides of a desk that lends itself to an air of interrogation; as Anna is interested in allies, so too is the politically-minded Nuala.
(In her position here, she rates an invitation to the city events of her own, but lately she's preferred to attend as a plus one of Independence Front acquaintances who are so very relieved to be given someone to deal with who - as it were - speaks their language. She's there to make connections, and the awareness of who she represents keeps them polite without requiring that she remind them.)
What Anna is arrests her attention almost immediately - fae, yes, she can feel it, but with her fondness for those of the vampiric persuasion, there is no question that she recognizes the younger woman for what else she is. It's a curious blend that she's not come across before, and at first she's almost taken aback in her surprise. Rather than finding it offensive or distressing, though, Nuala's interest is only further piqued by this development.
They are going to have a great deal to talk about.
"Please," she says, smiling, "do join me."
(no subject)
May. 26th, 2011 04:02 pmtothelastbreathWho: Allen Walker; OPEN
What: Getting lost.
Where: The Valhalla Inn, Mog Hill, outskirts of Bonetown.
When:ThursGivdi afternoon.
Notes: Feel free to run into him at any of these locations♥
Warnings: Allen's crap sense of direction. Also, I am a slow tagger.
Ever since he was let out of the arrival room two days ago, it's unlikely anyone would have seen Allen around the city, or even at the Valhalla Inn. God knows what he's been up to, and he's not about to tell, but other boarders at the inn will see a new face joining them for breakfast this morning. He has traded his prisoner's garb for something more respectable ― a long-sleeved, high-collared shirt, dark gray vest over it, matching trousers, a tie knotted with practiced precision, and gloves. A little old-fashioned, perhaps, especially for one his apparent age, but well put together. Shame the same can't be said of his demeanour. His movements are laden with the stiff, creaking tension of the really bloody tired (but also really bloody obstinate), eyes bruised from lack of rest, the corners of his mouth frayed by stress lines. All of this is eclipsed by the way his entire face lights up when he's served. It just might explain why he eats so slowly in contrast, chewing well and pausing every few swallows, as though worried going too fast will make him throw up.
Once his plate's clean―almost spotlessly so―he heads straight for the inn's exit, pausing only to give the Burnworth pamphlets outside the main office an unreadable look. The rest of his morning is spent methodically exploring Mog Hill. By the time noon approaches, though, he's looking a lot less focused and a lot more baffled. It only gets worse with every corner turned, until he's left stranded somewhere in the outskirts of Bonetown, looking like he would really appreciate an adult. Instead of asking for directions, however, he turns to the sky, the gesture habitual enough to suggest he's looking for something that should be there, but isn't.
That's how he comes to notice the crows, and some mixed emotion makes his expression twinge ― that is, until one of the creatures take flight, revealing itself to be not quite... Right. And it's probably telling that the boy's first reaction is to frown and look around for other passersby, relaxing only when the street seems deserted of potential marks for the birds. Not that he has reason to suspect them, but he's not about to let his guard down after Balthier's talk of eelsharks. Shooting the creatures one last look, he turns, reluctantly, and starts backtracking. He thinks he's backtracking, at least. Who knows if he'll find his way back by nightfall. Probably not.
he said leave the politics to mad men.
May. 21st, 2011 01:44 ammightyfallenWho: Jack Benjamin, Nuala, Lex Luthor, and Adrian Veidt.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.
What: Jack meeting with each of the above, separately.
Where: Sobek Croix, Coin's End, and Spit Hearth, respectively.
When: Backdated toThursday, Friday, and SaturdayGivdi, 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?