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Who: Hellsing.
What: A belated (SORRY augh) meanwhile post because a couple people expressed interest.
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Oct 1, during the riots.
Notes: No headers, just an open post!
Warnings: TBA if needed.

Integra is resigned to going without sleep - not for the first time, and she's not particularly bothered by it. Being on guard is better than being in the midst of the apocalyptic end of England. One of her aids, bless his heart, has already taken it upon himself to appear grim and determined in the kitchen and make coffee a priority at once. She sends a missive to all off-duty employees, informing them that they are now officially on call for the next seventy-two hours, and settles in her office with the door open and her CiD set up like a work station.

Hours later, she sends another message, this time to all agents.

All agents not currently engaged immediately in Guild-issued assignments are to return to the Guild Hall. Agents engaged in activities not issued by the Guild are to cease said activities at once, and return to the Guild Hall immediately. Further instruction will come in person; no inquiries will be taken via other means of communication.

Everyone who arrives is given the same information: they are not to engage in whatever the hell is going on out at the Arena. It is not their business if people want to kill each other all day over there, but it is their business that the Militia is leaving gaps in their maintenance of the safety of the rest of the city. All hands on deck to do their jobs.

After a while, she makes a small note in her records reflecting Jim Kirk's AWOL status; writing him up for dereliction of duty in a few days for show may not please him, but in the event Hellsing is investigated, it is the safest path to protect all of them.

payglorytoashes

Who: Ilde and Rodolphus
What: good morning!
Where: Rodolphus' sad cottage in Sobek Croix
When: the morning after Antonin bought Rodolphus a million drinks
Notes: literally a million, read the log, I definitely wrote "a million" and so did Ammmy
Warnings: description of hangovers by a person who's never been drunk

Out of sheer stubbornness, Rodolphus is in fact awake by mid-morning, though he earnestly wishes he were not. There are spells and potions he could do or make, but right now, stunned into inertia by the fact this is happening at all, he is merely drinking water in his bizarrely pink kitchen. He is doing this by filling one of his three glasses from the running tap, drinking the water, and sticking the glass under the tap again. Among his few, dull reflections of the morning are the following: he really wishes he had not said that thing about Severus, he probably needs to shave, and at least nobody's trousers were eaten by anything. He believes, anyway.

It is not the conclusion of the hour, but eventually, he may come to see the night before as good for him, under a certain definition of good — a reminder that life hurts, like right now, but he's alive and things could be worse. He warily contemplates food. It would mean going out, probably.

payglorytoashes

Who: Antonin and Rodolphus
What: death drinkers anonymous
Where: a bar in Flag Hill (one that hasn't had its front wall ripped out by the militia)
When: evening, after Rodolphus finishes Hellsing work; after Bellatrix's arrival
Notes: MY WIIIIFE/MY LIIIIFE
Warnings: not actually anonymous in any way

Word gets around, one way or another, and Rodolphus is somewhere between indifferent and grateful. It is an intensely personal matter, but people at Hellsing are more or less accustomed to his ways, and if they understand why he's a little slower for the rest of the work day, struggling to focus on his work instead of being the dutiful machine he usually is, that is acceptable.

He tries to make up for it the next day. It helps that the Flag Hill warding job is more complicated than usual, requiring his full attention. If he's slow today, he's also very careful. Hellsing has a reputation to maintain and maybe he does too, a little bit. When he finishes that evening, he walks for a while in an attempt to clear his head instead of apparating back to an empty house that will become an echo chamber of his own obsessiveness. Rodolphus passes a bar, then slowly backtracks to consider it. Tomorrow is the weekend, and barring any emergencies, he may not be required. And people rarely talk to him at bars, for some reason. Perhaps this could work. Perhaps he could simply sit for a while, alone.

synergismus

Who: Everyone!
What: Events around the city, any time.
Where: Everywhere in Baedal.
When: Whenever you’d like.
Notes:
Behold, your all-purpose open game log. There are a couple pre-written starters to help you generate new and open CR, and you may also use this post to start your own group activities or planned threads. GO WILD!
No one is late to this post. You may use it forever.
The companion thread for this post is right here!
DON'T THINK TOO HARD ABOUT IT JUST RP.
Helpful links: Neighbourhoods, City Map.
Lucky Pastry Advice for the Month of Velldaren: A truly rich life contains love and art in abundance.

Warnings: Zombie horrors in the appropriately titled ZOMBIES! thread, otherwise TBA. Please put warnings in subject lines of your comments if content warrants one.

suninhades

Who: The Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors, AKA Hellsing.
What: Open Hellsing log!
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall and grounds in Sobek Croix, The Ankh.
When: Any time.
Notes: I tossed up a couple of random headers + a planned thread starter, but feel free to make your own threads, and use this post for as long as you like - I know it's been a while since we've had one.
Warnings: Fucked up beyond all reason.

The climate around the guild hall in past weeks has been turbulent - tense in places, happy in others, confused, and as ever, over-worked. Returns, resurrections, and the typical slew of workday horrors all combine into a uniquely Hellsing cocktail of emotions. (Unless you're Mr Lestrange, presumably.) But there's still work to be done, hauntings to be investigated, monsters to slay, wards to cast, reports to put off...

payglorytoashes

Who: Rodolphus and his dreams.
What: it's basically Candyland! Come on in.
Where: Technically his house, but ACTUALLY Candyland.
When: one night after Lucius Sr. has his fog encounter
Notes: maybe it's not Candyland. I don't know, I've never played Candyland. It could be Candyland.
Warnings: [22:54] jill: but I can't fuckin write about him waking up feeling "splattered" by something
[22:54] takhys: AHAHAHAHAHA.
[22:54] takhys: No, no, I think you should.

( on the count of three, jump with me. )

payglorytoashes

Who: OPEN
What: Rodolphus goes to Hellsing to get reinstated and lurk around because he has no life. He could be accosted there or on the way.
Where: Sobek Croix
When: the morning after his return
Notes: Though he is obviously not a social butterfly, Rodolphus would probably make a point of seeking out anybody at Hellsing he knew from before and at least nodding at them to indicate he's back (excluded: Integra, who he'd assume was informed by Nuala, and Alucard, because really who the hell seeks out Alucard of their own accord also why would Alucard care). This does not HAVE to happen and can totally be handwaved, but he'd make an effort to do so, jsyk.
Warnings: nothin, he's on his best behavior.

Commuting is not an issue for wizards, and Rodolphus is usually so indifferent to his surroundings that he might easily stay at the Valhalla indefinitely. He had in fact told Lucius otherwise, but that was the kind of answer he was expected to give. Still, there is something comforting about Sobek Croix. He is inclined to look for another cottage there. Before that can happen, however, he wishes to have his badge and paperwork in order.

It is early when he comes to the Hellsing guild hall, a book in hand in case he has to wait in the lobby; Nuala may have left notice with the desk sergeant, or not, or his CiD may not be sufficient identification. It's not a big deal to him.

baedalites

Who: 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.

byrightsinhell

Who: Lucius Jr and Rodolphus
What: Bracing against hurricane Bellatrix
Where: The Lestrange Cottage
When: Immediately after Bellatrix's arrival post
Notes:
Warnings: TBA if needed

Lucius doesn't waste time in following Narcissa's instruction to find Rodolphus. Luckily, his brother-in-law doesn't have a very long list of haunts. Lucius had been at Hellsing, so he checked there first, but then he heads for the cottage. He apparates just outside the wards, and magically "knocks." Lucius is not so gauche as to betray impatience, but he's a bit brisk.

payglorytoashes

Who: Youko and Rodolphus
What: I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING ON but seriously they're on Hellsing business
Where: the Spatters, on the border with Howl Barrow
When: backdated to some time last week
Notes: hi
Warnings: probable eldritch horrors

The anonymous transmissions have stirred up enough trouble for the Militia that the fringe areas of Baedal, particular the Spatters, are going with even less protection than usual. It's a prime time for independent troublemakers to step up their activities, and Hellsing's response is to increase their drive through patrols. With much of their regular staff busy, even less competent field operatives like Rodolphus are seeing their share of action; and it's no coincidence he's been paired with Youko, despite their lack of familiarity with each other. Rodolphus accepted the pairing and orders without complaint. Work is one of two things he shows interest in, and he appreciates quiet people just as much as he appreciates lively ones. It's possible he doesn't care if he's injured or killed. He hasn't bothered to think about it.

The location they've been directed to is disturbingly near the fog, but neither he nor Youko are the type to show any discomfort. Their target is supposed to be holed up somewhere in the vicinity of these mostly abandoned buildings, which lie opposite a semi-abandoned amusement park. If Rodolphus cared, he might wonder about the geography of Baedal, whether years ago, the fog was not so dangerously close, or whether someone was just demented and rich enough to build it here. But he doesn't. He simply follows Youko, wand in gloved hand, alert in a mindless fashion. The briefing had indicated that some kind of magic user was creating or altering misshapen creatures, some of which were escaping the Spatters to the general populace.

Somewhere in the nearest building, it sounds like two cats are mewing — not in a way which suggests they're fighting or mating, but as if they are having an unpleasant conversation.

payglorytoashes

Who: Narcissa Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange-Black
What: :C
Where: the Malfoy townhouse
When: evening, after this post and after Narcissa has identified the body
Notes: :'C
Warnings: idk aren't we always terrible, in some way

In the winter, Rodolphus prefers walking over apparating. He's never claimed to be a particularly logical man, and indeed his family would never accuse him of that. Of course, it has little to do with sentiment — the exact opposite, maybe. So when he arrives at the Malfoy townhouse, it is evening, and he is peacefully empty of emotions. His work with Hellsing is not particularly thrilling, but it is engrossing and he is nothing if not careful and dutiful. He is dependable. He has always been that. His routine is predictable, though not set in stone; he often works late if only because work preoccupies him. It has been some time since he heard from Ilde, which he regards as perfectly natural, and she has, for now, slipped entirely from his mind. If anything, he's wondering about that strange presence in the Hellsing guild hall, which he had reported as promised, but it seems to have disappeared.

Life in Baedal, he reflects in a vague way as he hangs up his coat, is strange, but he can feel himself growing more and more accustomed to it every day, submissive to its limitations and growing slowly to fit its opportunities.

wearyheadtorest

Who: The Ghost of Christmas Present. As in, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT IS THIS, WHERE IS MY BODY, HOW DO I GET BACK? THIS SUCKS.
What: the could-be-more-triumphant-what-do-you-want-from-him-he's-a-goddamn-GHOST return of Dean Winchester.
Where: the Hellsing Guild Hall, the graveyard where he's buried, or anywhere else one of his frands/loved ones might be
When: somewhere within the last/next few days, he's just kinda floating around, chillin'.
Notes: If you want your character to be visited for some spectral trollrolling, tag into this post. I will put up a thread or two with general shenanigans... as I think of them. :|a
Warnings: Contains Dean Winchester.

( He had to get back... )

payglorytoashes.livejournal.com

Who: ILDE and RODOLPHUS
What: a gift!
Where: a coffee house that is not Queequeg's
When: afternoon... sometime...
Notes: if I say "girl you in danger" that's actually directed at Rodolphus
Warnings: inappropriate poetry

It is still a fine enough day that sitting outside to drink coffee is pleasant, and so Rodolphus has arranged, somewhat abruptly, to meet with Ilde, whom he still thinks of as 'the girl from the fog trip'. Sometimes, as now, 'who gave me the brooch' is appended to that.

There is something about the virtually motionless, straight-backed way he sits that simply does not look comfortable, yet one may get the impression he could easily maintain the position for hours. His manner of dress rarely varies, which was convenient in the event of Dean's funeral; it's still tailored charcoal grays and blacks, though of course, he forwent the brooch at that time. It is on right now, naturally, the same way one wears the sweater their aunt sent them when meeting that aunt. But he genuinely likes the brooch, at least as much as he likes anything, which is why there is a book lying next to his cup of expresso. It is a little worn and not, on first glance, much to look at, but there is still a trace of gilt on the leather cover, and the pages are very well preserved. The illustrations inside are black and white, a little grim, a little bold, definitely strange.

A younger man might fidget, check the time, look around, or inspect his prospective gift. Rodolphus stares off in the distance, perhaps thinking, perhaps not. He is aware of his surroundings, but they are relatively unimportant.

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. )

pridegoesbefore.livejournal.com

Who:Narcissa, other Narcissa, Lucius, older Lucius?, Rodolphus, Bellatrix?, and anyone who meets Narcissa on the way
What: Sucking up her pride and learning to cook
Where: The Malfoy townhouse, and the streets between her home in Syriac Well and theirs in Sobek Croix
When: Some. Time. >>
Notes: None?
Warnings: None of those, either.

Despite having repairs to her kitchen completed to the point that it is functional once more, Narcissa is unwilling to tempt fate further with her efforts to feed herself something other than sandwiches. Gathering her slightly tattered pride around her like a mantle, she covers it with her cloak; the weather is cooling, and twilight is not a time of day to be out and about without an extra layer, especially when one is not entirely sure of the distance one is to travel.

Apparating would have been a sensible choice, but two things were preventing her, other than her own nausea brought on by that mode of transportation - she's never been to the townhouse, although the address is branded in her mind, and she's not clear on how well Apparation will work, here. Splinching is uncomfortable, and worse when no one is trained to put you back together again. As one who avoids discomfort where possible (unless, as is the case with these cooking lessons, her pride gets in the way), Narcissa is content enough to walk.

It's not as though anything will happen to her on these streets, she's in a very good neighbourhood.

suninhades

Who: 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.

pureandstrange.livejournal.com

Who: Bellatrix, possibly Narcissa and/or Lucius, and Rodolphus
What: definitely not posing for the cover of a romance novel
Where: the Malfoy townhouse
When: shortly after this
Notes: also open to anyone who might be around the Malfoy residence, if you are interested in viewing this trainwreck!
Warnings: silent agonizing, what passes for romance amongst Death Eaters, putting the fun in dysfunctional

After soliciting a location from Narcissa, Rodolphus takes a chance on Apparation; he does not know the city as well as he might, but he can be bold enough when it suits him, as it does now. This is, after all, the most important of things, as he ranks them currently. His priorities have, in the past, differed by one or two significant points, but those are for the most part removed now. Now there is just Bellatrix.

And Narcissa and Lucius, of course. Having startled no one but a few rather surly pigeons with his sudden arrival in the rather isolated Sobek Croix area, he is quick to knock, yet exhibits no impatience. Such things are of course unseemly but more to the point, it might annoy Bellatrix. It's not as if she's unaware of how he feels, so it's unnecessary to show it. He can't help even now touching the wand tucked into the specially made sheath strapped to his forearm inside his sleeve. It is the only part of her he's had for the past months, not counting the time he was mysteriously absent, which he has not yet calculated properly. He doesn't even have the memory of her death. He had been taken long before she had.

pureandstrange.livejournal.com

Who: Ilde Decima and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: Ilde wishes to bestow a priceless artifact upon Rodolphus.
Where: Queequeg's
When: TODAY, RIGHT NOW
Notes: if you don't like tentacles u a scrub
Warnings: ... tentacles, or rather, just one tentacle, a very small one (I presume)

While prior to his arrival in Baedal, such activities as 'going out for coffee/tea' or indeed anything other than 'running around hiding and killing people indiscriminately' had not played a large part in Rodolphus Lestrange's life. Even after he has for the most part become accustomed to life in this city, there are not many conventional leisure pursuits for someone like him. He reads a great deal, explores what he could, and lives frugally from job to job. His natural disconnect makes it difficult to find suitable employment, but he sees no reason to seek a more permanent vocation — yet. The city unsettles him, as does this world's propensity to neutralize his magical powers depending on where he was.

This, then, is a novelty, not only in activity, but the setting, as well as the other participant. He has been past and heard about Queequeg's but had never entered the premises before; the last time he 'socialized' with a significantly younger person or people was, in fact, the sea trip, and before that, the battle at Hogwarts. He remembers Ilde and Balthier best, but did not see fit to seek them out afterward.

... he doesn't expect anything sinister to happen, even with Ilde's ominous query regarding the fae.

nojudge.livejournal.com

Who: Balthier, Nazca, Rodolphus, Dean, Sonja, Idle, Katniss, and a boat.
What: A mission to see if there's a way out of Baedal over the ocean.
Where: ... The Ocean.
When: Dawn on ~~Tuesday~~ Misdi ("This morning" for those of you in the western hemisphere) and continuing on for several days.
Notes: This is an experimental format, so bear with me here. It's going to be a bit like a party post with some structure. Different happenings (new days, important stuff) will appear in new comments with corresponding headers - please keep related threads under each of the base comments. ... It is possible there will be a second post later but for now we're going to try and do it this way to see if it works. lmao.

● DAY 1. (Free for all comments.)
● Nightfall. (Tag the base comment.)
● Trapped. (Free for all comments.)

Warnings: Eventual violence and disturbing imagery, possible triggers; will edit as needed.

Perhaps it's fate that they leave on a Misdi - "Mist Day", the day of mists and fog, the second day of Baedal's seven-day week. It's dull but clear, the white light not quite warm but not particularly cold, either. Empty, almost, like it's waiting to make up its mind.

The boat is, fortunately, not the downtrodden thing that Balthier won in a card game, but a proper research vessel outfitted with a power source of glowing stones. It has a collection of clockwork equipment, a small kitchen, a smaller bathroom, and a few bunks, though most of the thing is dedicated to workspaces. It'll be cozy, but not inhumanly cramped - unless you like your space, in which case, it's still going to be a headache. There are two life rafts, and an anchor with a mermaid carved onto it. It is called the Winged Lamp, and her owner doesn't think they're going to get anywhere, but has been talked into lending it, For Science.

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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i'll watch as they drag you away

unfortunately, "I can show you the world" is stuck in my head and I can't think of other lyrics

are there even goats in flag hill

( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

( your heart bleeds like mine )

hangman we played hide and seek on the fire escape

seems I was born for this.

the sky is falling.

My hands, you'll start to shake again (closed)

don't look for me. I'm still here.

post soundtrack: a glacier slowly crashing into a boat of orphans

IIIIIIIIIIII AIN'T GOT NO BOOOOOOOOODYYYYY

bitterness without a name

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

please sir, may I have some more?

my life is trapped in these lines, that's why i'm packing these nines

a formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost.

what if

we can watch the world devoured in its pain

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

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