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sixthiteration

WHERE: Bunker and beyond
WHEN: 12-30 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE, but please read the NOTES
WARNINGS: Please warn on your subject line as needed
!!IMPORTANT NOTES!!: ALL OF THESE PROMPTS ARE OPEN TO EVERYONE, HOWEVER, INITIAL DISCOVERIES OF "HOW ALARMING" and "PAST & PENDING" ARE ASSIGNED! Any character may get in there, just please time it for AFTER the discovery. You don't need to wait for the discovery threads to finish, just please be mindful. Questions go here.
PLOT DETAILS | ASSIGNMENTS | BUNKER DETAILS | BUNKER KEY (USE THIS!)

It's only been a couple of weeks since the fraught discovery of the underground bunker, and it's far from giving up all of its secrets. The cold, industrial concrete of the walls and floors, the computer consoles, the abandoned labs all speak to a peek behind the curtain, but how far this rabbit hole goes is anyone's guess.

In the coming weeks, more will be revealed for those bold enough to seek it: Blocked pathways cleared, stuck doorways foisted opened onto the strange and disturbing. So really, just another day for our villagers.

POWER PLAY

In one of the smaller rooms resides a machine, pieced together from what seems to be spare parts, awkwardly made but functional. Boot it up and in the center of the hodgepodge a screen will flicker to life; on it, a list of abilities and a timeframe. Make a choice, follow the instructions to tap your wrist device to the adjacent sensor pad, and see what comes of it.

HOW ALARMING

Behind another door, a seemingly innocuous, inert computer console — But boot this one up and our intrepid explorers are faced with a prompt: IMMINENT DANGER ALARM ACTIVATION. After everything that's happened in recent weeks, maybe a little warning might not be the worst idea.

Everybody else, cover your ears. A test of the alarm is happening in 1, 2, 3...

PAST & PENDING

In a room with walls covered in multi-color flame insignias resides yet another seemingly-harmless computer console. When turned on, the screens display lists, numbered iterations with name upon name. Some are very familiar. Some are corrupted and difficult to make out. Few of them are particularly comforting.

sixthiteration

WHERE: The bunker & elsewhere
WHEN: 1 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn on threads
NOTES: Plot Details | Bunker Details | Bunker Map & Key
Threads may take place ANYTIME during the plot, including before, during and after the tubes have been opened, just please do not godmod tube arrivals without explicit permission. Related threads not in the bunker are welcomed, as are general bunker exploration/reaction threads that have nothing to do with the arrivals. Please reference the bunker key doc for what is and isn't available to explore at present.

Deep under the mountain, tucked away in the newly-discovered bunker complex, there is a room where everyone begins. It is filled with equipment — Computer consoles, monitors — but the point of it all resides within ten vertical stasis tubes lined neatly along a far wall.

One of them has been cracked and lies dormant, dry. In six of the remaining are bodies, unconscious and floating in their familiar vari-colored scrubs, vital signs ticking calmly off on their respective readouts.

In the corner, near the cracked tube, the ceiling has shattered and tumbled inward, across the floor and over the largest console in the room — The one flashing 24 HOURS UNTIL STASIS FAILURE.

sixthiteration

WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: August 25-26
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Mental manipulation, drowning, death
NOTES: Details here. This post is for EVERYONE, not just the affected. Please make sure and note if your thread is locked for plot purposes.

It began slowly.

A wisp of song or familiar sound on the breeze swept in from the lake. No source to be found, only the uneasy feeling it had been heard before as it coiled itself steadily inside the minds of the chosen. The sound was a mantra, pulsing soft at first and then louder, growing over days until it seemed to fill the skull, relentless. Come here, the lake whispered, cajoled, shouted. It is cool and quiet beneath the waves.

Come here, it presses now in time with the melody until there is nothing but to blindly follow. The water is calling.

markwatney

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: Inn
WHEN: 18 August, lunchtime
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: This is a standard mingle post centered on the daily lunch! Come grab a bowl and meet someone new! It's meant to emphasize making new CR, but is open to whatever you like. I am turning off notifs so if you want to tag Mark, pls wait for his top-level.

I have to admit, even in a situation as strange and unpredictable as this one, it's still easy to become complacent. That's just human nature, I think. But complacency isn't always bad — About some things, yes, but the human body wasn't designed to be perpetually hyper-vigilant. There need to be things that you feel comfortable relaxing about, and yeah, sometimes to the point that you forget how significant they are.

Like the daily lunch served at the inn. Kate came up with the idea not long after I first got here, with that first batch of fountain arrivals, and I honestly don't think there's been a single decision we've collectively made that's proven to be more important. Everyone, no matter who they are, knows they can come to the inn in the afternoon and take a moment to eat a hot meal and relax. A lot of hands go into making that meal, a lot of love and effort, and I think we often forget about the significance of that simple act. But that's good. That is, I think, part of the whole point.

Today, it's stew, which is pretty common — Easier to feed dozens of people that way. There's flat bread and herbal tea and tap water that's probably infinitely cleaner than even some of the bottled stuff back home. And it's good after a morning of hard work to wash my hands, grab a bowl and simply enjoy the company around me.

littledhampir

WHO: Rose Hathaway

littledhampir
WHERE: Various places around 6i
WHEN: 15th - 25th of August (Before the end of Sirens Call)
OPEN TO: OTA - Late tag-ins are always welcome.
WARNINGS: Minor references to blood & a pack of rabid Bambis. Character Death. Others may well come bc… Rose, so. Watch this space. FYI. So much TLDR under the cut.

( What is it that holds you tight? )

majorlyugh

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Throughout the village
WHEN: Mid-August
OPEN TO: OTA, Specific starters for folks
WARNINGS: N/A

ota - arrival
It starts with the fountain: the rush of water, the stab of cold, the urgency of movement. There's a strange tingling in the back of his mind, like trying to grasp at smoke as muscles seem to tap into some kind of familiarity with his movements. It's like they've done this before, but don't remember how, or when, or why.

He knows to swim up, towards the light. He knows to break the surface of the water.

Instead of blindly panicking at the burst of oxygen in his lungs, he instead treads the fountain, head turning this way and that, like he's trying to make sense of it all. But not in the rabid way most people coming through the fountain seem to go about things; instead, the proverbial smoke wafting from his ears indicates that he's trying to complete a puzzle without all of the pieces. They're just out of his reach, just beyond his fingertips. But he knows that they're there.

He hoists himself up over the lip of the fountain, swinging his legs over to plant his feet on the ground. Even that carries a familiar sensation he doesn't quite understand. He lets his legs do the walking with a mind of their own, and he travels the pathways with confidence and assuredness.

He might be seen in various parts of the village, staring at the sky or the trees or a bush, wandering near the riverside, loitering by the inn, contemplating how all of this feels like a homecoming when the only home he can assuredly remember is Seattle.

for liv - a few days after arrival
The memory loss begins to fade with each change in angle from the sun overhead, and though he spends his first few nights outside (thanks, Boy Scouts!), he eventually finds himself wandering towards the house he and Ravi had shared when he'd last been in the village. He can't believe he's back here, but damn if he isn't excited to see his best friend. (There is the lingering thought that Ravi might be gone, but he won't allow himself to entertain this fear for too long. He has to cling to some kind of hope).

He's not too far off from the cabin when he's struck with a deep hunger pang that seems to reverberate in his rib cage and down to his toes. Crap. He's going to need to find food. But not the normal kind of food he knows he can get at the house or the Inn. He needs a ... different kind of sustenance, one he'd only been starting to worry about when he was last here and the food at the feast tasted like ash in his mouth.

Unwilling to be around another living human being while in his current state, he decides to do what he'd done before: going all Elmer Fudd on the local wildlife, namely squirrels and rabbits. He has a better chance with the former than the latter, so at the sight of one, he lurks in a nearby bush, taking slow and quiet steps towards the unsuspecting creature.

When he's close enough, he pounces, but instead of catching the thing by the torso the way he'd anticipated, he only gets a handful of yanked-out tail fur. With a groan, he lets his forehead hit the ground beneath him, prostrate on his belly in his defeat.

for ravi - once fed
"Luuuuucy! I'm hoooome!" Major announces as he bursts through the door of the cabin he'd called home for some time however many months (years?) ago. He has no idea how long it's been since he'd last set foot in the village, or since he'd last seen "Imposter Ravi," but he knows that he's been gone. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have come gasping through the fountain the way he had. There's a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach for how awful it probably was for Ravi, but he hopes he can make it up to him somehow. Maybe he can .. whittle him a figurine. Or .. learn how to knit and make him a new sweater vest.

"Ravi?" he calls out, quietly closing the door behind him as he walks further inside. It almost feels like trespassing, like a B&E, even though this was his home once, too. Things feel .. different enough to make him feel more like a stranger and less like a resident. "Ravi? You here, man?"

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I inn front lawn
WHEN: 4 August, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Some mentions of drug use
NOTES: Full plot details here. List of favors here.

The fourth of August dawns pleasantly mild and clear, with hardly a cloud in the sky. Which is good, because it means there's plenty of sunshine to see the riot of color that has errupted on the front lawn of the inn.

The general set-up will be familiar to those who've been in the village long enough — Tables and chairs from inside the inn set up outside for a party by the time everyone wakes. This party, though, seems to have been turned up to about 11, and the theme is definitely new: Balloons, streamers, party favors, and everything in a rainbow of colors that villagers have come to know extremely well.

Each place is set with its own (occasionally large) goody bag and birthday present, each in the color belonging to the owner on the tag. One place, done up all in silver and gray, is set for the lost.

The tables are piled high with the sort of fare you'd find at a children's party: Cake, soda, hamburgers, pizza. Not a beer or cup of coffee in sight. And on the edge of the lawn, beside an area possibly kept clear for dancing, is the most bewildering, magical thing of all, no pocket change needed.

Tuck in and let loose, villagers. If you're lucky, maybe someone will spike the punch.

scathefires

WHO: Jason Todd and anyone who wants to meet the Red Hoodlum.
WHERE: The Fountain, House #9, basically everywhere else.
WHEN: Aug. 2-4ish
OPEN TO: All y'all. (Please feel free to use brackets or prose, I'll match tag style!)
WARNINGS: Jason's remembered past trauma re: death and probably some swearing. Maybe violence. It's Jason, who knows.

( be careful of the natural world. )

juststayalive

WHO: Haymitch Abernathy
WHERE: somewhere near the village
WHEN: August 2
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Mentions of child death)

This is not something Haymitch ever wanted to experience. He's seen too many kids die, some before they even made it to Peeta's age. After both Peeta and Katniss had made it out of the arena alive, this was something he had thought they could skip.

This is also not something he expected to be at the head of. In District 12, it would have been Peeta's family. Here, in the absence of Peeta's family, the duties fall to Haymitch, as the one who knew him best, and the traditions of his home.

Peeta had asked them to paint his coffin, which isn't part of the usual funeral in District 12, but is so very fitting for Peeta. Haymitch is nowhere near as skilled at it as Peeta was, but he has enough skill to paint a crude symbol of a circle enclosing a bird clutching an arrow. It won't mean much to anyone not from Panem, but it's the only way he can think to honor what Peeta meant. And a promise to keep fighting for a world where innocents don't die for entertainment, whether they're killed by a mutt or by another person.

He doesn't have much to say, instead letting the painting do the talking. There are no appropriate words for this situation, anyway, and none that he's willing to share with relative strangers. He listens in silence to any words that anyone else might have to say.

Once everyone else has had their say, Haymitch steps up next to the coffin again. He only has a few words to add: "For the honor of his sacrifice." The Capitol's words, intended for a fallen tribute, but more appropriate than ever in this case. Here his sacrifice had been not for the supposed glory of gluttons living out their lavish existence in isolation from those who actually made that existence possible, but for the rest of those living here.

He adds something to the end of his statement, something that most here can't know isn't typical of a funeral in Peeta's home. It's a particular three-fingered salute. and if the Capitol's watching, well, they already know Haymitch is a threat. There's no point in attempting to hide it now, and there's nothing more that can be done to punish Peeta for any imagined infractions.

He lets his hand fall back to his side and steps back into the crowd.

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

theimmortalweapon

WHO: Danny Rand
WHERE: All around the village
WHEN: July 10th to July 13th
OPEN TO: All [* closed to the first person who tags it]
WARNINGS: N/A

FOUNTAIN; JUL 10 *

"I am treating you with respect by being who I truly am. Not everyone around you does the same."

The old woman's voice rang through Danny's head in stern warm notes. He had passed another test, faced another servant of the Hand, he had won and wanted to demand answers about his parents death. Familiar words, taunts, his parents, the monks, Madame Gao . . . Danny didn't know what was real and what wasn't and, before he could get his bearings, he felt himself floating. Water surrounded him, filling his lungs and clouding his senses with its smooth cool touch. A soft push encouraged him towards the distorted light, shimmering above his head, as his lungs began to burn impatiently demanding air.

Was this torture?

He could handle torture, the monk's had taught him to withstand pains and torments before he'd been allowed to obtain the mantel of the Ironfist. Some Ironfist he's turning out to be. Controlled by his anger, he left K'un-Lun, but Danny didn't regret it. Even now, it felt like the right choice. Why else would they have chosen an outsider to take the trial? He had been able to find the Hand. He can stop them once and for all . . .

A fuzzy haze filled Danny's thoughts as cold rain began to beat down on his face, his shoulders and chest. He's floating; an awkward weight pulling at him as his clothes shift and ripple with the steady disturbance of the rain. He tried to remember what he'd been doing . . . Gao, Colleen, Claire? They had been fighting. He's been . . . his head throbbed and his thoughts slipped away from him.

He was floating but for some reason he didn't have the strength to pull himself from the water.

INN; JUL 10

It had taken Danny a few hours to shake off the haze of his arrival. He felt drugged, hungover and wet.

This wasn't the first time he had traveled to an unexplainable world but he'd never thought that it would happen again and without any memory of his arrival to draw on. He'd lived in K'un-Lun for over a decade before the way had opened again, how long would it be until he returned home this time?

He couldn't wait that long.

Danny stripped in front of the inn's fire, hanging the dark green scrub on the mantel in hopes to dry the soaked fabric. Dirty blond curls hung limply around his head as he bathed in the heat of the fire. He watched the flames danced, licking up the side of the logs and curling into the air as light flicker into an invisible heat. It was easy to lose himself to his thoughts and the turmoil that he had felt bubbling inside of him.

The black mark of his dragon tattoo along with decade's worth of hideous scars marked and marred his chest, shoulders and back. Danny didn't look like much, his features were pleasant, cute even, but his body told the story of a man who had ventured through hell and managed to come out the other side.

INN; JUL 10/11 *

Midnight neared and Danny felt the hour approaching like an instant ache in his side.

As comfortable as the bed was, he couldn't sleep. Madame Gao's words hummed like a pained memory in his head, repeating over and over again as if to haunt him. His fingers curled into a fist and he punched the wall of the room shaking the wooden planks that defined and shaped the inn's upper floor. He didn't have the strength of the undying dragon, he hadn't been able to access the Ironfist for days but it felt further away from him now, as if the water of the well had stolen more than just a few hours of his memories.

A groan rumbled through his chest as he pushed himself up from his bed.

Danny didn't consider the noise he was making, he hadn't even thought that punching the wall might rouse someone from their bed or call someone already awake to the source of the noise. His focus was centered on his thoughts and the growing frustration he felt bubbling in his chest.

The door to his room was open and anyone coming to inspect the noise would find Danny standing in front of the window, watching as the rain beat angrily against the glass. He looked tense, angry and once again he was shirtless.

TOWN; JUL 11 THRU 13

It was an hour before sunrise.

Danny hadn't slept well but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of his usual morning routine. He found a small clearing of grass, just outside of the inn, and began shifting through the calming stances he'd learned during his training in K'un-Lun. Those familiar with martial arts will notice that Danny's style is a combination of a few different Kung Fu technics though with a slightly different edge or flair to each motion. He favored forms that were prevalent in Tia Chi but even that couldn't exactly quantify what he was doing.

He trained for a little over an hour, half way through taking off his shirt as sweat and mist dotted his shoulders and back. He felt the cool humidity dance against his skin, warning him of the impending rain, but ignored it.

After training, Danny headed back to the inn to grab something to eat and figure out how he could assist those living in the village. He'd speak to anyone who was around or stand there looking a little bit like a lost puppy. He decided that today he'd explore, cut some wood for the inn and gather his bearings. He didn't like the idea of not chipping in, even if he'd only arrived the day before.

Towards the afternoon, he took an hour to meditate on the lip of the fountain. Danny tried to remember how he had gotten here, what paths he had walked but his memories held nothing but darkness. A low annoyed growl rumbled through his chest before releasing his breath and his anger. He couldn't summon the Ironfist and he couldn't find any answers.

What use was he?

In the evening Danny chopped wood outside of the inn. This time he'd left the hunter green scrub in his room but had grabbed a towel to whip off the beads of sweat that dotted his skin. Rain began to fall in a slow steady dribble but that didn't deter Danny from splintering the thick logs and placing them under the inn's awning so they can dry.

[ooc: Feel free to run into Danny at any time during this last post over the next few days.]

demonic_divinity

WHO: Vergil Sparda
WHERE: The fountain, the Inn, and the village.
WHEN: July 9th and 10th.
OPEN TO: All (* For arrival just one character please)
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.

The Fountain, July 9th*
Vergil couldn't pin when he realized he was in water, but the moment he did he started kicking upwards. His lungs burned by the time he reached the top, a gasping breath escaped him. The need for air as powerful as the need to get out of the strange fountain. He hauled himself over the edge, his scrubs covered knees hitting the ground as he started coughing up the water he breathed in. His hair darkened by the water was hanging in his face as he tried to breath, sitting on his knees, fists against the ground.

It took a few moments before three things became very clear; one, it was raining, two, these were not his clothes, and three, this was not where he had meant to teleport to. His hand shot up to his neck, it only took a second before he realized his pendent was missing.

Sitting up Vergil ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Looking around at the little park he appeared to be in. Looking back towards the fountain he lifted his hand again to try and open a new portal... when nothing happened his eyes widened. "Oh no..." His powers hadn't failed him yet. Looking around as dread started to weigh in, he choose to figure out what was going on before he let a panic truly set in.

Better to focus on whatever this was, than the ache in his heart.

The Inn, evening July 9th
After being brought to the inn and listening to the one that found him, he found himself sitting at a table looking over the record book. All of his plans were ruined and he was upset but a task to focus on was just what the doctor ordered. He had a lot of questions but he didn't want to bother anyone yet... Being surrounded by so many people after what had happened houses before just made it all the more real. This was a new place, a new chance, and a means to forget the betrayals for now.

Anytime he heard footsteps he would look up and weakly smile. His heart wasn't in it right now but he knew networking was always the smartest start to any venture.

The Inn, July 10th
The night before had been interesting to say the least. Learning what he could about his new home before retiring and claiming an empty room of the inn. Waking up he could feel the static in his hair, he felt so different without the power coursing through him. Was this how Kat... hell any human felt? He was stiff and still tired, but the sun was up and he needed to get more information. He moved over looking in the mirror, a bit of black stubble peppering his face, but there was nothing he could do about that for now. He would worry in a day or so. Sometimes he hated how his stubble didn't match his hair, but genetic's were a pain.

He made his way down the stairs, the scrub pants had dried by now so he had them and the t-shirt on. Leaving the rest upstairs. His platinum hair was pushed back but without product it had a mind of its own, a slight static-y curl going on. He hated looking so unkept but what else could he do? He moved over to start skimming the records book again. Figuring he should see what everyone else did around here.

Sixth Itheration Village.
He set out of the inn around noon, taking a moment to memorize the way the inn looked, hoping to be back by sunset. He headed out walking off towards more buildings. Taking note of anything he passed of interest. He didn't have any paper so it was all mental notes but for now he had no idea what else to do. Survivalist wasn't one of his skills. Take down an evil demon king, sure any day... survive in the world without tech or money... nope. He had to find someone or something to busy his time with least he let himself fall into a funk which would make everything worse. His mind kept replaying the look on Dante's face as he stabbed him through the heart, and the sound of Kat, of all people, begging Dante to let him live... He took them both in, gave them a home and a purpose... and they betrayed him. Death would have been kinder. No, alas death wasn't in his cards yet. Despite the dull ache in his heart every time he thought of his brother and the girl he pressed on.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He had a world to explore and learn. Maybe this was a fine new start, even if the weather was dreadful. He did not yet know that he could get sick, the idea had never crossed his mind. Human ailments weren't a nephilim's problem.

copingskills

WHO: Elena Gilbert
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: July 7th & 8th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None currently, will update if needed.

( i will move fast, i will move slow, take me where i have to go )

underpinnings

WHO: Owen Prichard
WHERE: 6I Village - Inn and surrounding area
WHEN: July 27-31
OPEN TO: Aragorn, Bucky Barnes, Rose Hathaway, Peeta Mellark
WARNINGS: Horror/Violence, possible injuries and descriptions -- CHARACTER DEATH IN FINAL THREAD

( read more )

reprobate

WHO: Sirius Black
WHERE: Fountain & Bridge outside of town
WHEN: 26 June, 28 June
OPEN TO: ALL - Please mind the notes for the prompts
WARNINGS: Standard Padfoot warnings

It's a God-awful small affair;

Open to ONE thread, fcfs

Sleeping was always a bit of a risky prospect within the hallowed walls of Azkaban prison. If you were the steady sort and could dutifully ignore the constant wailing, it was one of the few activities a prisoner could manage with any consistency. The trouble was, the ratio of steady to unsteady wasn't exactly through the roof to start, and it was nearly guaranteed that whatever marbles you brought in were well lost within weeks.

And a bad dream, the sort that everyone in the place eventually fell into, night sweats and jolting awake to a heart hammering in your ears? Like honey to the Dementors. Good luck staying sane then.

As a matter of fact, Sirius reckoned he was the sanest person in the joint, which didn't say much for the general level of mental health in the British wizarding prison system. And it was only being a dog most of the time that allowed him that dubious distinction — With a few notable exceptions, he'd spent most of his life as the dodgiest person in the room.

The days ran together, but he got his hands on a newspaper every now and then, and was clear enough on the date. Nearly five years he'd been locked in this cage, fueled by a deep-seated anger, his savior the very thing that had allowed his nemesis to escape (relatively) unscathed. The wailing didn't bother him anymore, nor the fleas. He gladly ate what slop he was given, and kept a sliver of his strength up by tenacity alone. He stayed a mangey black dog more often than not, and his sleep was blissfully simple.

The shift now he felt before waking, the heaviness of human thought sliding into the watery place between sleep and awareness—

Wait, no. That was actual water.

Sputtering, he surfaced with a spate of violent coughing, his arms skinny and wobbling as they pulled him over the lip of the fountain and to the worn stones surrounding it. On hands and knees, he hacked up the rest of his dinner, indifferent to the mess as he blinked into the startling brightness of a clear summer day.

So much for being the sanest person in the place.

To the seat with the clearest view;

OTA

As unlikely as it had seemed even then, at first Sirius had thought he'd been victim of an apparating accident. Granted, he'd not been trying to disapparate, and certainly wouldn't have been aiming for someplace so far from England, but it wasn't unheard of.

Well, unheard of from inside bloody Azkaban, but not generally.

But apparently that wasn't it at all, it was something that was odd enough and inexplicable enough that two full days later, he was still not entirely certain he hadn't simply, finally had the mental break loads of people had been predicting for years. Not that he was complaining, really; if this was what a mental break was like, he reckoned he ought to have had one years back — Free food that tasted better than he remembered anything ever tasting, free lodging with an actual bed with an actual mattress, loads of sunshine, a giant box full of cigarettes with his name on it, along with the freedom to go wherever he liked... If Peter had been here to strangle when he'd first arrived, it would've been practically paradise.

Presently, he was seated on the edge of the wooden bridge that crossed the river just outside of town, his long legs straddling one of the supports for the railing, idly swinging heavy black boots over the water while he smoked a cigarette and just took it all in. It was loud and quiet here all at the same time, all the sweet, everyday noises he didn't realize he'd forgotten replacing the cacophony he left back in prison.

littledhampir

WHO: Rose Hathaway
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Various locations around 6i
WHEN: Last week of June
OPEN TO: Everyone.
WARNINGS: Description of drowning. Possible references to kidnapping, biting, vampires. Rose. She can be a walking warning depending on her mood?!

( Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? )

copingskills

WHO: Elena Gilbert
WHERE: Fountain > Inn > Around the Village
WHEN: Nov 18 - 20th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: References to death and drowning

FOUNTAIN - Nov 18th

This had all happened before, this feeling. She was floating, waiting for the darkness to swallow her, only this time she was alone. That made it better, somehow. More peaceful. She didn't have the burden of watching her parents drown with her because of her mistakes, her selfishness.

Her lungs still burned as they screamed for air, and it was the shock of a sudden temperature difference that brought her back briefly from her oxygen-deprived haze. The water had been cold in the river below Wickery Bridge, but not this cold. Not by a long-shot. It felt like a thousand daggers were suddenly stabbing into her skin through the fabric of her drenched clothes as it sucked every last bit of warmth out of her insides.

It was hard to tell which way was up, the depth of the water disorienting, but she felt a gentle push as if she were being guided, and she managed to find the strength for a few weak kicks toward the surface.

Hopefully, someone would be nearby to give her a hand when hers managed to break the surface of the water, despite the storm. At least her bright red scrubs make her easier to see that she might be otherwise.

INN - Nov 19th

With the ice storm still going strong outside, Elena opts to stay inside where it's warm, at least for today. She's got the gist of what's going on, though she's still not convinced that she isn't dead and this is some weird sort of limbo or...whatever.

That said, everything feels very real and there are people to meet and talk to, so she forces herself to stay on the ground floor, trying to eat and drink what she can to get her strength back up and talk to as many people as she can.

They're all in this together, after all.

OUT AND ABOUT - Nov 20th

After the storm clears, Elena takes it upon herself to do a bit of exploring. It's starting to sink in that this is all very real, that she may never make it home, and that nearly everyone she's ever cared about would have very likely all passed by now. If she's being honest with herself, it would have happened sometime in the interim of her fitful sleep after her arrival, but the sheer amount of loss is just too mind-numbing to process all at once.

This is something in her face that she can focus on, at least. Getting a lay of the land and comfortable with her surroundings was important. She couldn't know what might be coming but she could try to be prepared.

She walks along the river, taking in the sights with her hands tucked into the pockets of her peacoat, making sure not to steer too far away or lose sight of the town itself. There would be time for that later, and getting lost in the cold didn't sound like a very good idea.

dann_0

WHO: Danny Williams
WHERE: Fountain/Inn
WHEN: Friday 17 -> 22
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Some mentioning of violence, almost freezing to death and possibly some nudity once he gets inside somewhere warm and can change clothes

Fountain/Inn Nov -17th
The cold water comes as a shock to Danny's system. He had been... well not really safe or sound for that matter but at least warm in Colombia. The last thing he remembered was calling Grace and talking to her before the guards had caught on and dragged him outside to deliver a beating. He had blacked out in the middle of it and now he is surrounded by freezing water. He blinks and sees the light far above him. It feels too far but he has no choice but to swim for it. An eternity later he breaks the surface and gulps in cold air. He can see the edge of the pool and swims for it even as he can feel his strength leaving him by the second. He manages to pull himself out of the fountain, soaking wet and for a moment he just kneels at the side of it, looking around the area.

He wants to just lay down and rest, he feels so tired. And cold. His whole body shakes with the cold and it is hard to think and to breathe. But he sees a house with lights and he feels like he can almost feel the warmth reaching for him. He somehow manages to get to his feet and stumbles towards the inn. By the time he gets to the door, he doesn't have enough strength left to raise his hand and push the door open and instead he just collapses against it.

After he gets dragged inside and changes to warm and dry clothes he will be hiding next to the most convenient heat source until he feels human again.

Inn+Outside Until 22nd
Danny spends a lot of time at the Inn. Even days later he feels like he hasn't quite gotten warm again and he likes staying somewhere it is nice and warm. The fact that there are people here who can explain where he is and what is happening is a bonus as well. After a few days, he starts to get a little bit of cabin fever though and packs on as much clothing as he can before he sets out to explore the village and get a feel for the place.

littledhampir

WHO: Rose Hathaway
WHERE: Fountain. ???. Inn
WHEN: 16th - 19th
OPEN TO: Open To All: As for arrival things, happy to play either the actual coming through the fountain or if you’d prefer to handwave that and have had your character take in a drowned rat for a night? I’m down.
WARNINGS: Detailed below because there’s potentially quite a few...

A NOTE

The following may contain references to suicide, death, kidnapping, drugs (in the pseudo sense), biting/blood drinking and other hideous things you’d expect when referring to a character who has been held against her will by a stalker/vampire. Most of this isn’t likely to be openly discussed, but could still come up in the body of a tag. If you’re canon blind and are curious enough to want a little context as to what Rose was doing before arriving in 6I. You can check this out. Just be aware it contains… all the aforementioned trigger warnings.

Fountain

November 16th

( And everything will escape, and I'll know )

???

November 17th

The light that attempted to tease her eyelids open was Rose’s only proof that she hadn’t dreamt her escape. The painful ache of every muscle in her body, further proof she hadn’t dreamt what had led to it. Fragments of memory tried to push their way to the forefront of her mind but the unfamiliarity of the bed she found herself in was a welcome and comforting change. She wanted desperately to cling to that illusion of safety, even if that made her an idiot. The only thing that mattered was that she’d escaped. That she’d ended it once and for all. That she was no longer the personal chew toy of her murderous ex.

Like trying to return to a dream after consciousness began to creep in, the more Rose tried to suppress those memories, the easier they came back to her, flashes of unfamiliar faces taunting her as the warmth of the bed became a point of concern. She’d been wet, waterlogged hair and clothes plastered to her skin, the weight of a backpack threatening to drag her into an icy grave.

“Stay back!” The sound of footsteps drawing near, interrupted her spiral of thoughts, Rose gritting her teeth against the throbbing pain of her ankle as she bolted upright and pushed herself back against the headboard, instinctively reaching for the first thing she could get her hands on.

“I’m armed.”

Words that would have been menacing if not for the fact that her weapon appeared to be a pillow.

The Inn

November 18th & 19th

Having spent most of her life in the mountains of Montana, you’d think Rose wouldn’t have an aversion to the cold, but after arriving in a fountain in the middle of an ice storm, exploring this place while e that was still raging outside, was the last thing on her mind. If she were smart, she’d be taking the time to rest her ankle and allow herself to recover but smart just wasn’t a word that many people would apply to the brunette in question.

Exploring the Inn was something she could manage, even if she was struggling with putting one foot in front of the other and she can be found snooping through various parts of the place, even areas she probably shouldn’t be. Rose is not the most social in circumstances such as these; in a foreign place with a bunch of strangers she’s not sure she can trust and while she needs help in understanding her situation, she’s really not big on the whole, asking for help thing. She’s not even good at the whole, letting people help her thing either so that’s hardly a shock.

She is a new face and despite the dark cloud that comes with feeling uncomfortable and unsure of this place, she at least manages not to look like she’s about to start a fight with somebody. Unless of course, she catches you staring at the wounds on her neck.

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with va: rose hathaway

Credits & Style Info

[MINGLE] PLOT: Brave New World

POWER PLAY

HOW ALARMING

PAST & PENDING

[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[MINGLE] PLOT: Siren's Call

[MINGLE] Daily lunch

You have that look in your eye

[here is the quick rundown: we've been here before. it's best not to wander far.]

[MINGLE] EVENT: Birthday Party

and me, i am not a mess, i am a wilderness, yes.

Be the spark that ignites a revolution | mingle post

[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

001 - That Was Fast [OPEN]

The selfish blood runs through my veins

i've learned to lose, i've learned to win, i turn my face against the wind

[Wendigo-go] cry like guns across the water

[OTA] Is there life on Mars?

It's a God-awful small affair;

To the seat with the clearest view;

Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

001 ][ i see a ghost out on the water, i swear it has my face

001: Slippery when wet

001 ][ One of these days the sky's gonna break