Sixth Iteration Logs

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sixthiteration

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
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ombranera

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sixthiteration

WHERE: Simulation, door between the SV inn and police station
WHEN: Sunset Dec 31 through sunrise Jan 1
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed and move all adult content to a new post
NOTES: GENERAL PARTY DETAILS: Here & Here | PLANNING POST: Here | NEWBIES: You may arrive at the party, details here.

As the sun dips toward the horizon, another day in the village put to bed, those walking past the tiny piece of woodland between the South Village inn and police station next door may notice something out of place: A door, golden and shimmering, seeming to hover in space and go nowhere. Indeed, a quick step to its other side reveals nothing at all but more forest. Dare to grasp the knob and swing it open, however—

A party, wild and opulent and grand, set in the front halls and gardens of a sprawling Victorian mansion, all cream and black and glittering gold. Tables groaning with festive food and drink, a lively band, and enthusiastic occupants seemingly unaware of the strangeness through which our intrepid villagers have arrived.

Step through, and you shall be transformed: Vigorously healthy, impeccably coiffed, a glittering star in your own right. To exit the way you came will see all of this gone again, and do take care: While news travels fast in the village, if you don't indulge soon, you may miss this extravagant respite — The music, the frivolity, the fireworks at midnight... Or all of it altogether, for it will fade away with the dawn.

morphogenia

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: Dec. 13th; late afternoon aka KAMALA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
OPEN TO: residents of house six, assorted cr of Kamala and the other house six residents - basically everyone who knows Kamala, Frank, and Jessica and is on good terms with them. It's basically everyone.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of horror settings or past trauma since Kamala does live with Frank Castle and Jessica Jones who are their own warning. Honestly this is a rated G birthday log.

She wakes up super stoked to be alive. It's not unusual for her honestly. Kamala is more excited than usual if only because it's not every day you get superheroes coming over for your birthday. Granted she's seeing them more as ordinary people who do incredible things sometimes. That's a positive change as far as she's concerned. It doesn't change the fact that Kamala from like age seven and up would have seen this as a dream come true. Who is she to question the wisdom of tiny Kamala?

She spends a decent portion of the day (following breakfast) getting ready for guests. She styles her new, shorter hair cut as elegantly as she can, dresses in the hunter green dress and pants outfit given to her by the Observers because screw them it's pretty and they can't ruin it with what they pulled after.

By the time she finishes, it's time to greet guests and see what Frank's done with the rest of the house while she's been hiding out in her room to obsess over her appearance. She'll go around greeting whoever shows up, shoving food at them, and generally be grateful they came. It's her seventeenth birthday. She's away from her home, childhood friends, and family. Having anyone here today means a lot more than she lets on. It's about the only thing allowing her to feel happiness instead dwelling on what she's missing.

(ooc; ~~top levels will be posted by Frank in like five minutes for setting info. please hold for those!~~ feel free to tag those or make your own starter ~~once they're posted~~. I'm flexible.)

can_fight_ugly

WHO: Anne
WHERE: Anne's House
WHEN: Tonight
OPEN TO: OTA/Mingle
WARNINGS: Drinking, will edit as necessary

[The video opens to show Anne's living room with a subtle glowing decor of candles and greenery and red berries (though, to note, care has been taken so the two elements are not intersecting). Anne herself is sleek-haired and smiling, with a little kitten perched on her shoulder. She's got one hand up to steady him as he's the inquisitive type, trying to lean in to sniff at the device she's currently talking to.]

I received two surprises today. Little Lynn on my shoulder, here, and an obscene amount of wine. So, I am declaring Girl's Night. 'Girl' is up to your interpretation. If you want to hang out and enjoy some wine, you'll be welcome. Just, BYOG; bring your own glass. House 53.

Private to Franklin

I was gifted with way too much wine for one person, and am throwing a little get together at my house. You're more than welcome to come, and I also wanted to know if you want me to set a bottle aside for you?

Private to Tony

Bottle of wine with your name on it if you want it, as thanks for helping me deal with Eddie and Venom.

At The House

Anne has pulled out a selection of eight bottles and set them in the living room. She's stashed two for herself and the rest are in the kitchen just in case they somehow run through the first 6,000 millileters. She's not sure how much interest there will be or how many people will show up, but she's also aware that what she's got could be considered a hot commodity.

So why not barter with it, Anne? Why not trade it for favors, labor? She asks herself, but the answer is too bare and ready; I'm lonely. The idea of filling her house up for one night for something that's not related to survival, surrounding herself with friends, will make the truth she's facing a little easier to bear.

Hadn't those been the best Girl's Nights? Either sharing a celebration or gathering to commiserate? It's not something Anne did often - she wasn't usually the one organizing it - but with everything that's been happening lately, she'd felt she was in need of a little release and what a perfect sign it was to find the 'Crazy Single Cat Lady Starter Kit' on her doorstep. At least she can have a sense of humor about it.

She's got a dry red opened and a glass poured for herself as she waits for people to arrive.

onesyllable

WHO: Joshua Faraday, Vasquez, Open
WHERE: Around the villages
WHEN: Niddle of December
OPEN TO: All unless marked
WARNINGS: PG, updated as needed

( Don't worry about what you don't know )

ombranera

WHO: Zevran Arainai
WHERE: Inn, Fountain Park, Fishmonger
WHEN: December 4th
OPEN TO: OPEN TO ALL
WARNINGS: Mentions of fish gutting and cleaning, Google Translate Abuse (hover over Antivan/Italian for translation), Spicy Storytime will have some sexual content. A lot. Mostly sexual content.

( Galleggiante Come Una Nave )

eaglesonofnone

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: South Village
WHEN: December 3-ish
OPEN TO: One on the path in, anyone afterward.
WARNINGS: Most likely some frank discussion of mental health.

( Flickers of Doubt (Now locked to Shiro.) )

( Regained Confidence )

houmaprotector

Who: Alec Holland + You (possibly some locked threads later)
What: The month of December, the Swamp Thing. Nothing gold can stay (or Alec prepares for/lives in winter.)
Where: Throughout the village. Tag in as needed.

Hunter/Gatherer

When he was a boy his father - both of his fathers would complain about stiffness in their joins when it got cold. Aches in their bones. They'd laugh it off and predict cold fronts. He may not be tied into this world's green but he knows the signs. He is not a human he is the Swamp Thing, and he knows better then many that winter is coming.

Just what winter will look like for him here remains to be seen, but he cuts a figure never the less. A slowly darkening plant man going too and fro and bringing piles of plants to the Inn for people to divide amongst themselves. Cooking, medicine, he's got it all. Come and get it.

Back home in the Hollow

Alec lives in a grove nearby the village, and he's storied what few possessions he has, that shirt, those trousers, whatever he manages to collect there. Anyone wandering haplessly close to the village might find a great green creature hunkered over planted in the ground. Seemingly asleep? Seemingly dreaming? No one knows for sure.

To those who do wander, he'll just keep quiet until they wander in before speaking "It's rude not to knock." and opening one eye in a roguish wink.

The Bunker (locked to

ataashihunter

Alec occasionally goes and stands in front of the Bunker. Today however it's different. Today he's standing in front of it, ready to go inside and then-

He stops. Stares. And turns away. Then, opens his communicator and videotapes his position.

"Are you free? I think...I think now might be the time."

Find Alec Anywhere

[Meet him coming out of all the things.]

relentlessness

WHO: Jacob Frye
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Bunker, Around
WHEN: 12/3, first part of the month
OPEN TO: Evie, OTA
WARNINGS: Will update if needed

( To find the gate is open )

moderndayassassin

WHO: Desmond Miles
WHERE: Fountain; around the village,
WHEN: 12/3
OPEN TO: Anyone!
WARNINGS: Swearing for sure

Fountain arrival; ota

His hand was going in slow motion as it reached for the key to saving humanity and releasing Juno. Despite knowing it was right, despite saying goodbye to the remaining people in his life, he was afraid as he took a deep breath and prepared for the end. His eyes closed ... and then suddenly he was opening his eyes surrounded by water. Desmond flailed, shocked and horrified, this was not the way he expected Juno to take him, and was he supposed to just wait until he drowned? No, this can't be right. His feet kicked and he broke the water into air, gasping and scrambling for the side of ... what the hell was this? His eyes hurt from the water and he dragged himself out, immediately shocked by the cold of the air around him. It hadn't been cold before, why was it cold?

Desmond shakily tried to stand but collapsed hard onto his knees, his hands catching his weight. He should be dead. Maybe he was dead. Or maybe this was something else. He sat back on his haunches, breathing unsteadily, and dropping this strange pack from his back to toss it aside. Who put that on him? Juno's face hazily appeared in his mind's eye, and his confusion turned into rage. Maybe he failed. Maybe this was Minerva, furious that he disobeyed. Frustrated, he did something very stupid and dove right back into the water, going as far as he could. He had to finish this. He couldn't thwart fate. He reached around of any sign of what to do, but it was dark and he sprang out of the water again, colder and more exhausted than before.

"Juno!" He yelled, searching the sky. "Minerva! Which one of you bitches did this?" Desmond spit out water, shaking from cold or shock. "Juno! Goddamnit."

Around the village the next few days, OTA

Desmond was unnerved by everything so far and deeply suspicious. It was an elaborate lie, it had to be. A trick. He went to the inn just because there was no where else to stop freezing and not starve as far as he could tell. He sat by himself in the furthest corner away from others, making certain nothing was at his back but the wall in case of stabbing. Occasionally he ventured up to the records there, reading it but skeptical.

Later on he can be seen in the bunker trying to make sense of what was down there and if his hacking had any use. He was wandering around the village, admittedly being a little creepy as he glanced at the houses and cased the joints. Eventually he claimed House 46 and sat outside, staring off into the distance, scowling.

demiurgency

WHO: Billy Kaplan
WHERE: House #58, South Village
WHEN: Dec. 2
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None

Billy hasn't even been here two weeks yet, but it still somehow feels like longer. Maybe because there isn't that much to distract him. That's sort of what this whole thing is, honestly; an attempt at distracting him from the fact that all of his friends are off fighting without him, and that they might be better off for it, distracting him from the fact that his boyfriend left him exactly one month and three days ago, distracting him from the fact that this is literally the first holiday ever he's spent without his family and even if he was back in New York, he wouldn't be able to be around them without inviting disaster and death.

So, Hanukkah in the village. He'd put out the broadcast on the network a few days ago, and spent yesterday carving a rough wooden menorah and making candles with Frank and Kamala, and he thinks that today might actually not be half bad, assuming people show up. At least Frank and Kamala will, so it's something.

Billy spends all morning running around the village gathering last-minute supplies and decorations, and all afternoon in #58's kitchen cooking, but any knock on the door is immediately answered by a teenage boy in either blonde or brunette flavor, welcoming the guests in. There'll be the menorah lighting and singing at sundown, there's a makeshift dreidel for games, and there's definitely plenty of food, as the smell of frying latkes drifts through the house. People are welcome to stop in and out, and to stay as long as they like--there's plenty for everyone.

paidforit

WHO: Valkyrie
WHERE: The Bunker, around the village
WHEN: End of November
OPEN TO: Bruce Banner (Bunker), OTA (Village)
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of alcohol abuse, past implied slavery, and PTSD.

Arrival in the Bunker

To wake with swirling, swimming vision, everything distorted in front of her, is nothing new. Many are the nights where the previous night's inebriation simply bleeds over into the morning, one day into another. But the tube? The tube's a decidedly new development.

Groggily she draws a hand up to push at the glass. Then knock against it a few times, the noise enough to discourage further taps with a groan and a squint. Okay, no, hangover is not liking that at all. Though this didn't feel quite like the average hangover.

Still might puke, though.

There's a shape moving past the glass that she can't quite make out, and she tries to lean forward enough to see who it is. One of the Grandmaster's goons? A gladiator? Is this the new pit? She'd worked her way out of that mess already, or so she'd thought. Or was this some scavenger crew who thought to sell her out?

"Hey!" And that initial shout reminds her with a grimace that yes, still in glass tube. Still only really hurting her own ears here. Ow...

Arrival in the Village

Freed of the tube, she's free to marvel at how much...really hasn't changed at all. She's stuck here, instead of there, with less food and booze but more trees and greenery, and fewer tasers or holding cells. Maybe they like their 'prisoners with jobs' free-range, here.

Still, for a new arrival, she doesn't look that fussed by the change of scenery. Anyone look at her could tell she was new, a well-muscled but slight woman with messy dark hair bound back out of her face. Her expression? Says she's already about a thousand percent done with the shake-up and ready to move on. This gaping uncertainty under her feet is a little less than ideal, but she's handled herself in worse.

Clad in telltale red scrubs and carrying her complimentary pack on her shoulder, she's making her rounds, from building to building. Taking in the landscape, such as it is. There's a vague tally to keep, places to sleep, people she'd be expected to work with to do...whatever needed doing. Because of course they're going to ask her to do things, that's not a question, really.

So the sooner she finds out what she needs to do to get secure and get out of her own mind? The happier she'll be.

ex_enlisted288

WHO: Steve Rogers
WHERE: House #18, Village Environs
WHEN: Late November/Early December
OPEN TO: Steve + Bucky, Steve + You
WARNINGS: PTSD and associated triggers

( don't let yourself go 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes )

praypal

WHO: Kurt Wagner, You!
WHERE: Fountain (Open to 1), Inn, Various Outdoor Locations
WHEN: Nov. 27 - Dec 4
OPEN TO: OTA, Arrival Locked to 1
WARNINGS: None yet.

( It's not the song, it is the singing. It is the heaven of the human spirit ringing. )

blacksky

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: Forest --- > Village ---> House 3
WHEN: Nov. 20
OPEN TO: Matt Murdock, Zevran | anyone she might reasonably stumble into along the path above - PM for closed starters
WARNINGS: warnings associated with Zevran, memory loss, references to brainwashing and death

Closed to Matthew Murdock |

It starts off as a joke. She's absolutely disgusting from deep cleaning up their home so she may as well go for a run in the woods. It wouldn't take longer than a half hour. Maybe he could run her a hot bath as payment for doing all the hard work to keep them healthy while everyone around them seemed to be succumbing to illness. A half hour comes and goes. Elektra doesn't manage to find her way back through sheer luck and muscle memory until a full two hours later.

If that isn't enough of a tip off that something is wrong, her walk would do it. She's loud as she stumbles through the front door and makes her way to the kitchen. There's an air of panic about her that doesn't suit Elektra. She only seems to calm down a little when the water from the sink hits her face and some of the fine powder comes off. Give it time though. She doesn't remember a man lives here with her.

Closed to Zevran |

Before Elektra shows up to her house largely by accident, she's running in the woods. She doesn't consider dangers like dust moths robbing her of her memories. She doesn't even consider the man with pointy ears a threat. He does look curious, unique in a way she's never seen before. She pretends to stop for a stretch if only to have an excuse to talk to him. "You don't look the type who worries about getting his steps in." Elektra quips as she looks him over. He really is one of a kind from her point of view.

[ooc; PM for closed starters! Let me know if you want Elektra with or without memories.]

ombranera

WHO: Zevran
WHERE: South Village
WHEN: November 19th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Excessive abuse of span title tags and google translate, drinking, nudity, some sexual content, adult language, reader discretion is advised

( I'm freezing and losing my way )

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with dragon age: zevran arainai

Credits & Style Info

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[ LOCKED ] When there's loving in the air

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

open | we always are together

GIRL'S NIGHT

Sink or swim you gotta give it a whirl

[ OPEN ] Il Sogno Va Nel Tempo

Three | My Confidence Shaken

The greenman always comes at yuletide

Race in the end of the lights

i'm done being a pawn

get in here, it's a holiday mingle

I wanted to stay home but I went running running running running from the troubles

when the day is long and the night is yours alone

It's Not the Waking It's the Rising

closed-ish | it means 'remember me' in the language of flowers

[ OPEN ] Someone screaming like their world might explode