Chaos Theory: A Buffyverse RPG

Who: Maricha/Marsha Clellan, Leonard (NPC)
What: Opening the door between life and death
When: Week Six, Friday evening (day after Thanksgiving)
Where: Clellan Estate, Los Angeles
Status: COMPLETE

( fading through the door into Summer )

Who: Maricha (Mod!Plot)
What: Distributing a few gifts
When: Week Six, day after Thanksgiving
Where: The Pod
Status: Mod!Plot, Complete

Maricha was smiling, and it wasn't pretty. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glittered in the shadows as she faded into them. One of the benefits of being rakshasi was invisibility. She had eavesdropped on Wesley's return this way, and now she was putting it to work for her.

It would've been easier if she could've changed her shape, but no. She was bound to change only between the outward human shape, and her rakshasi self. Luckily for her, the rakshasi's invisibility worked in either shape, although it was easier to manipulate in her true form.

The long-fingernailed claws clutched four shopping bags, tied with brightly colored bows and labeled with four names. The clothes inside the bag were from Edna, the enchantment had been strengthened by their combined magics, and Marsha was delivering them.

The first bag was bulging and heavy with nubbly, cable-knit sweaters in browns and grays. These she left on the doorstep of Rupert Giles, matching tag to nameplate. The second bag was incredibly light, and this bag was left on Angel's doorstep, woolen scarves, all black, with shimmering threads shot through them to throw a glimmer and shimmer in the light. The next bag was for a Slayer, and Marsha crept through two floors of apartments before finding the one that belonged to Beth Holden. She left the shopping bag full of jeans on the girl's door, and then took the last bag to the room at the end of the hall, that belonged to Davan Collins. Hooded sweatshirts, in a rainbow of colors, were nestled in the bag, and she rubbed her hands together.

The clothing had all been enchanted; each person received a special gift. Giles' sweaters were full of indifference, because who wanted to deal with the world when wrapped up in warm and cuddly softness? Angel's scarves were full of regret, each silver thread in the black wool another memory that Angel could not stop thinking about. Beth's jeans were full of resentment, boiling up in the denim and copper fasteners like stonewashing. Davan's hoodies were full of anger, growling and furious as the hoods hid his true secrets from the world.

Once all the packages had been delivered, Maricha fled the building before she could be detected.

She couldn't wait for the fun to begin.

Who: Wesley Wyndham-Price, Marsha Clellan, Edna
What: Wesley says goodbye to his new friends and gets ready to return to his old friends
When: Day Two, Week Five
Where: Clellan Estate and limousine
Status: Complete

( The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things...  )

Who: Giles
What: Giles may have something for the Slayers' dream difficulties
When: Week Four, day four
Where: Giles' office off the library, the Pod building

"Yes... that's it, that's got to be it." Giles left the book open on his desk and hurried into the library. He made a beeline for one of the unpacked boxes that Richard had brought with him (the bastard) and dug through it until he'd found the Mal Dolor de Aesclepius. "I should've thought of this weeks ago." He flipped through the index, finger dragging along the page until he found the entry he was looking for.

He turned and read the entry again, double-checking to make sure that he'd found exactly what he'd been looking for, and then snapped the book shut with renewed enthusiasm. Back in his office, he sat and scrawled out several pages of translations, checking the Mal Dolor every once in a while for accuracy, and as soon as he was done, he smiled.

He picked up the phone in the next instant, then hung it up before he made a phone call. That blasted intercom was still hooked up and he turned to it, poking buttons until he heard it click on. Damned thing, why couldn't it work on magic like any self-respecting voice-amplification system? "Um, yes, please attention, if anyone has seen Faith, or Willow, please send them to the library, thank you." He poked more buttons until it turned off, and then started looking through his drawers, pulling out several sets of dried herbs.

Who: Maricha and the resurrected one (joint post, kind of)
What: Testing the waters, so to speak
When: Day two, Week Four
Where: Clellan gated home
Status: mod!plot, complete

( Do you remember who you are? )

Maricha sighed. The life of Marsha Clellan was boring, and yet, it was the perfect cover for her. She had access to unlimited funds, unlimited snacks, and even though she had a job to do, there was no reason she couldn't have a little fun, first.

The resurrection was going to be difficult, but she'd been provided with everything she needed, including the partner. A strong and handsome young man, a hero in the community; he'd just saved a life during a high-rise fire. And he was an avid practitioner of black sorcery.

Rakshashi and Warlock were both naked, circling a sacred fire that burned in the middle of a blackened thorny crown. In the ashes of the fire lay an iron box, and inside the iron box lay the ashes of the dead. Joining hands over the flames, the ritual questions and answers began.

"What is it we come to do this night?" asked the woman.

"We come to rejoin the body to the soul," answered the man.

"If I have provided the body, can you provide the soul?" asked the woman again.

"I have brought the soul; the sacrifice has been balanced. A life for a life; a life was saved this day so that a life could be given."

"Do you join with me in the sacred marriage?"

"I join with you, my soul and my power."

The flames grew higher, lifting the iron box aloft and balancing it on a column of flame.

Two voices, the man and the woman, joined together in the sacred chant as they paced around the fire.

You are the mother of light.
I am the father of darkness.
Let us come together.
Let us be one.
Life...return to thee.
Life...bestow to thee.
Life...from me to thee.
Life...from us to thee.
Life...from all to thee.

Three times they chanted as they circled the fire, and on the third chant, the box jerked open, and the ashes flew out as though scattered by the wind. They formed a human shape, then turned from ash to flesh as the body hit the floor.

The body jerked, eyes wide and bloodshot, and the mouth opened in a voiceless, soundless scream.

"It is finished."

Week Three
Monday November 1st - Sunday November 7th, 2004

Adds
Buffy Summers -- theonegirl
Willow Rosenberg -- rosewillow
Tabby Clarke (Slayer) -- bitunremarkable
Kennedy Pérez (Slayer) -- on_a_missiongal
Elena Madeira Casimiro -- elenamc


Removes
Connor Reilly -- connorreilly
Illyria -- theshell

Dropped characters have been returned to the wanted list, and holds have been cleared out. The ad has been changed to reflect the dropped characters and holds. On the up side, the OOC information page has also been updated with all of our new players and characters, so please, as always, double check to make sure that your information is correct and that all of your journals are listed! Lastly, please make sure you're running the friender every week to make sure you've added all the new players! We don't want anyone to be left out!

Now that we have a Buffy with us, Richard Ainsley is going to be joining us shortly. We're also going to be seeing the first appearance of our big bad. Is it a coincidence?

Week Three Events:

1. The Tria Bella Femina library officially opens despite the fact that there are still contributions to be filed and boxes to be shelved. (Giles' dedication speech text will be posted in his journal later this week.)


2. Richard Ainsley finally arrives


3. Post-Halloween let-down


4. First L.A. Appearance of wealthy heiress Marsha Clellan

For any Slayers wishing to have dreams or Watchers who wish to uncover information about Maricha, it is the same as last week; no details are known as yet, but some of the younger or more socially/pop-culturally aware might start noticing that Marsha Clellan, a Paris-Hilton-type heiress, is starting to be seen out and about in Los Angeles instead of New York.

Your mod had a vaguely busy weekend, so I'm afraid that I didn't get the Halloween Party post up, therefore, I am going to put it up, date it for the 31st, and it can be found right here.

Week Two -- Monday October 25 to Sunday October 31, 2004


New additions:
sonofthemoon
Lucius Bastien, warlock

Community-wide events being discussed:

• Eminent Arrival of Richard Ainsley (verybritish)


• Faith's Halloween Party/Morale Booster


• HALLOWEEN


• A new name for the old W&H building


• The possible rise of a new big bad

Halloween is soon upon the Scoobies and the Fang Gang. The vampires and demons of the underworld tend to give it a rest every October 31st, which means this may be the last day of rest that our gang gets before things start heating up again! Rumor has it Faith is checking out some of the LA clubs in her spare time, scoping out a possible venue for a Halloween bash, so keep an eye out for details!

There's another ugly rumor floating around in the underground that a new evil is starting to rise. There's nothing solid as yet, but it does cause an undercurrent of disquiet amongst the Slayers who have dreams and any other supernatural creature sensitive to the dark vibes.