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Who: Ilde Decima and Sonja Garin.
What: Certain things have to happen before certain other things can happen.
Where: Villa Roassieux.
When: Sukkardi.
Notes: The squidbabby cometh. Also, polyvores.
Warnings: Discussion of fertility issues, references to trauma and abuse. Also, Sonja.

Ilde has a plan.

She's been quietly researching her options for some time now - it'll be expensive, but not out of her reach, and she's written it all out with elbow room, makes herself budget for worst case scenarios. She's good with money, actually, with figuring out how far she can make it go and thinking ahead with it; she'd always worried, when she was younger, and even if in her position it had largely been neurosis she'd still taught herself genuinely quite useful life skills.

She falls on her feet, this one. She hits the ground running just so long as she knows where she's running to, and therein lies the rub.

So she has a plan. She has a list of names (Dr Charles Xavier is at the top of it, and she's not entirely sure about that but Erik trusts him, but Remy doesn't trust Erik, which means she shouldn't entirely rely on his judgement, but his friend seems all right and comes highly recommended--), and everything she already knows she needs to do, some of which is going to be easier than the rest. No more alcohol for a while will be easier than no more cigarettes; quitting smoking will probably be easier than dealing with the medical profession, which is more to underscore how much she doesn't want to do that than how easy it's going to be to stop smoking again.

(She doesn't think of the first time as quitting because it wasn't.)

Ivan doesn't want to be involved. That's fine. She didn't expect him to, although the fact he doesn't intend to leave her (and the more immediately salient point that she doesn't intend to let him) means he's there on her list because steps will have to be taken, there's not going to be any fucking accidental baby-eating. Sonja can probably help with that; Sonja, also, is by necessity and by the nature of their relationship (which Ilde serenely refrains from actually defining, it just is), probably going to be significantly more involved. They live together, this is their home, this is not just Ilde's life that she's about to profoundly alter, so the first thing she does before she does anything more than think it to death has to be to talk to Sonja. There are certain things that she can't decide by herself and there's something that makes her feel terribly safe about knowing that. About it being not just her life, and not just her concern.

“Do you have, um, a minute?”

...to deal with Ilde and her endless array of lists, spread out over the kitchen table. Yes. (If she's accounted for everything, then there's no reason for anyone to tell her no, that she shouldn't--)

thethingsidoforlove

Who: Jaime Lannister, Seoraj, Sonja Garin, and YOU
What: Various encounters with Jaime in Baedal.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist generally, the Twelve Point divinity temples, other places your heart desires.
When: Whenever you want.
Notes: An open log and one closed thread! Tag in however otherwise, hopefully the above is a guide. But if you would like to do a thing and want me to kick off a thread, I am happy to open one, just let me know.
Warnings: Maybe language, possible medieval dickbag behaviour and the like. Probable violence in the case of the Arena.

( and bitter runs for glory )

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. )

patricide

Who: Lex and awful influences (IS THAT YOU?)
What: Sex, drugs, and violence. Rock and roll available upon request.
Where: Griss Twist: the arena, bar, open to anywhere else if the thread moves that way
When: Newdi
Notes: This is the promised bad decisions thread. You can have your character meet Lex either at home, the arena, bar, or somewhere else in Griss Twist, just please specify.
Warnings: The violence is definitely happening in the arena. Will add more warnings if things get terrifying.

Lex lets his staff know that he is about to leave before he departs for Griss Twist. He's taking his first day off from the new job and it's going to be used to channel aggression. The past week was one filled with tension between the nightmares, Lionel's arrival, and getting the new hires started with their duties. While the latter was welcome unlike the others, it was still an important job to do that added to his tension.

He's never put much stock in the 12 Point Divinity, but if Gediron has an arena in which to practice swordfighting, then Lex will at least pay homage long enough for combat. While he does own body armor, he doesn't bring it, only a saber that is much sharper than one usually used for fencing. Recreation by no means excluded survival. A stranger challenges him and Lex holds nothing back, the duel finally ending the the other man knocked to the ground.

When he's finally through with the arena, Lex stops in one of the bars in Griss Twist rather than heading straight home. It's much less savory than his familiar neighborhood of Brock Marsh, but he can take care of himself

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.

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 )

im_apimp

Who: Alec and OPEN
What: Alec's arrival in Baedal
Where: Random roof not too far from the Inn.
When: Coardi (Wednesday) afternoon.
Warnings: None as yet.

Alec is sitting on a roof, somewhere in the city, nursing a bullet wound in his shoulder.

He knows this isn’t the place to be taking care of it, but there are some instincts that are louder than others, and finding out where he is takes precedence over his own physical health at the moment. Besides, it’s just a flesh wound. He’ll be fine. Thankfully, it has already stopped bleeding, and he’s immune to any infection that he could happen to pick up somewhere along the way.

Granted, that’s home and Alec doesn’t think this is home. Nothing smells familiar, and everything is new and different. He’s currently cursing his luck, because he was just starting to get used to Seattle and all it’s strange and different glory, and now in the course of the day he’s been shot by one of his best friends, woke up in a room with no way out, and told that hi, this is Baedal, and you are now so very screwed. Excellent job, Alec. Max is going to have a field day with this one. Never mind the fact that somehow, whoever left him here, got Rachel’s locket, and left it for him, like it’s some kind of welcoming gift. Alec doesn’t see it as much of a gift. He sees it as someone making a point, and it’s done nothing but piss Alec off.

In a big way.

One hand fists the thin chain in his pocket, while the other holds up the CiD for his careful study. It’s pretty basic technology, and it didn’t take it long to figure out how to work it, let alone page back a bit and see what information is there. There doesn’t seem to be much information on this “cohort” that doesn’t go back longer than a month or so, but it’s enough for Alec to see that there’s someone here with his face. Someone who isn’t Ben, from what he can tell, which is only confusing him more, and he isn’t going to make any rash assumptions until he can get up close and personal with this guy. It’ll just make his life easier if his nose is the one to make that decision—not that he’s inclined to get close anytime soon. Right now he just needs to figure out a game plan, stay off the network, and not attract any undue attention, up to and including the scary military people who had stormed the inn when he was being let out. He slipped out the back door, as he was trained to do, but that didn't guarantee he hadn't been seen. Still, it's all the same to him -- hiding from the military, hiding from the NSA -- it was all a matter of keeping a low profile.

He’s absolutely capable of that. “Blending in” is his middle name.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t touch base with the one person here he does know, and hope she’s not from a time where she hates his guts. There’s a quick private message to Max over the network, and then the CiD gets tucked safely back in his pocket as he waits for her response. This day has been rough enough without getting the whole world in on it.

If there is ever a dude in serious need of a hug—this is it.

Current Mood: nervous

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. )

tropfatale.livejournal.com

Who: Sonja Garin, open
What: Errands!
Where: Assorted.
When: Rebecca Black knows what's up.
Warnings: Sonja exists. Put on a real shirt, Sonja.
Note:

Since returning from the boat trip, Sonja has settled a little bit. Not, notably, to any degree that indicates she has given up on going home, and that probably won't stop for a while, but she has the little house in Raven's Gate where she and Ilde stay, and that's good enough for right now. She leaves early, armed beneath her jacket, but not before going over a list of what they need for the household with Ilde, which...has some specializations. They're particular girls. Sonja's aware she needs to stockpile magically as much as she does weapons, but that's considerably more obscure in terms of resources.

Her first stop involves seeing a man about jailbreaking her CiD, a process which is turning out to be more involved than she thought. The neighborhood is dubious, and she at one point has to side-step a fairly inept pickpocket, who receives nary a backwards glance--the withering one she sent him moments earlier was enough. Not long after, she hears a woman cry out, and watches the boy go racing through the crowd, inexpensive ladies' handbag clutched in his fists.

Next, weapons stores. This takes her all over the city, comparing and contrasting what it has to offer--there are a couple of locations, but they tend to vary considerably due to the diverse neighborhoods. Ammunition is extremely difficult to come by, so the fact that there are places which sell more modern arms is fascinating (what is there to equip them with? They're treated almost like collectibles, not functional items), though she observes bows and swords are in greater supply. She ends up picking up some throwing knives, figuring she can at least amuse herself with practice.

She walks along the river's side for a while afterward, at one point hopping deftly up onto a tall stone wall that should be...entirely too narrow to walk the length of, and yet she manages. Bar one Skyrail trip, she's mostly spent her time traveling on foot--it gives her a better idea of the city.

There's a pretty nice-looking bar nearby. That's where she's headed. Predictably.

[ OOC: How this works! Sonja will be at each of the locations mentioned throughout the day and evening, and can meet characters at any ol' location. Just specify the where, and we're good to go! ]

truthsandlyres

Who: Apollo and mysterious guests
What: Exploring the city
Where: The El Train
When: Veerdi (Friday) afternoon
Note: Multiple threads are great! Apollo can be hitting up multiple locations.

After finding a job, Apollo had decided to celebrate by taking himself out to explore the city. He hadn't really taken much time to use the strange train that was used to get around the city, choosing instead to explore nearby areas on foot.

Now that he was actually using the train, he was realizing just how small a scope he'd been seeing.

He was sitting on the train, fiddling with the CiD and looking through recent posts to the network, though he would glance up occasionally to glance around at the other passengers.

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.

tropfatale.livejournal.com

Who: Sonja Garin, Réjean Sept-Heure.
What: Sonja goes to see a man she suspects is capable of trading in materials slightly more sensitive (and useful) than Nutella.
Where: Some fancy miscellaneous cafe in Aspic.
When: Early evening.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Idk, Réjean is in it?

Sonja is quickly figuring that the world of Baedal that she's presented with is probably not its entire truth--it's natural for governments and their PR systems to smooth over reality, so she's not surprised, but the divergence between truth and fiction seems even broader here, maybe because she's an outsider's perspective. Assimilation is something she never managed at home, and she doubts it possibility here. Consequently, she's even more unwilling than usual to accept its ostensible rules as fact.

And that means making connections to see what she can get, and what she can't. The walk to Aspic isn't the shortest, but it's good for her to see the city, to expose herself to it and learn what it's like. The destination is nicer than she expected, but that makes sense for the purpose of this meeting, and her apparel is versatile, so she'll blend in adequately...in as much as she ever does. She steps into the cafe, low heels of her boots unsettlingly quiet on the floorboards, and makes her way to the designated table.

badge-177.livejournal.com

A table in the public room in the Valhalla Inn is currently housing a middle-aged man with an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth. From the look of his clothing (a faded brown shirt, slightly less faded breeches, and fairly solid looking boots), he hasn't taken advantage of the vouchers for a new set of clothes. From the look of his face, he's less than pleased.

The likely reason for that (or the immediate one, at least) is spread out in front of him- a copy of the Bumworth Pamphlet, two maps, and a battered notebook with a few lines scrawled in pencil. The pencil that did the scrawling is being tapped idly against the edge of the table.

Maybe he can be interrupted. Or not.

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it's burning through the bloodline, it's cutting down the family tree; closed.

there were stern stands

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

a warning to people, the good and the evil, this is war [open]

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

Mission Gamma

open } { what a town without pity can do

plot } the creatures descend.

a day in the life.

Apollo [open]

we can watch the world devoured in its pain

everybody's got a deal to make.

getting too old for this [OPEN]

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