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[Feb. 22nd, 2009|10:36 pm] |
Who: David and OTA When: *points to post date and time* Where: Walking the streets What: Even David just likes a stroll Status: OPEN *LURES*
( The street he was on was oddly quiet ) |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2009|09:37 pm] |
Who: David and Michael When: Early morning, same night as this thread. Where: A cave in the dangerously unstable cliffs What: Michael's having a severe case of déjà vu. Status: TBD
( His head was killing him ) |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|11:10 pm] |
Who: David and Michael When: Around 11.10pm Where: The building where Michael lives What: See David Play. Play, David, Play. Status: TBD
David stopped the Triumph outside the place he'd sent the package to the other day. He killed the engine and sat, watching the building.
There'd been no mistaking Michael's growing discomfort. Even at a distance David could tell he'd gotten to him, well and truly.
He grinned, scanning the windows with slightly narrowed eyes. Of course, Michael might not even be there. After all he wasn't quite so limited as David as to when he could be outside. Still, the whole idea of the exercise was just to be seen at close quarters. If there was a meeting, then that would just be a bonus.
He took a cigarette from a pack in his jacket breast pocket, took a large silver-colored lighter from his jeans, and lit the cigarette. Then he took a long draw and exhaled, whispering as he did so.
"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiichaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel..." |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|12:15 am] |
Who: Michael & OTA When: Nighttime! Where: Jackie's Gas Station. What: Mike's paranoid, or is he? Status: incomplete
( He was seeing David everywhere now. ) |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
Who: Buffy Summers & OPEN When: Saturday Night Where: Out and about in the city, near the cemeteries. What: Buffy arrives and is confused. Status: Incomplete
( Joyce Summers was nowhere to be found. ) |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|09:03 pm] |
Who: Mike (and Mr. Timmo) When: Just after sunset Where: Mike's boarding house What: Mike's got mail! Status: Complete
The old guy who was in charge of room keys and stuff in Mike's boarding house was also in charge of collecting the post for the various inhabitants. The only time Mike had ever really spoken to him was when he'd first moved in and he had to collect his key and get handed a page that had the rules of the place printed out on it. He didn't even get to know the man's name. After that, their paths never really crossed. Mike didn't need to change rooms or get a new key and he never got any mail either, and when he sneaked down into the basement to feed, he was always careful to do so when the guy wasn't about.
( Stumbling into the boarding house just as the sun was rising, Michael was exhausted and looked it. ) |
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[Jan. 15th, 2009|03:52 am] |
[ | Tags | | | david | ] |
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Who: David and [open] When: Nighttime Where: Retreading areas recently discovered What: If he's stuck in a Zoo as one of the exhibits, David might as well try to have some fun now, mightn't he? Status: Complete but open for development
( Say hello to the night ) |
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Teas, Coffees, and Jelly Donuts |
[Jan. 14th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
Who: Rupert Giles & Whedon-verse When: 10:03 pm Where: Library What: Giles is still in research mode about Nocturne and their entrapment; and per usual Scooby chatter Status: In-Progress
( Books were always good, computers were… unreliable. ) |
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God Damn Cockatiel |
[Jan. 6th, 2009|06:45 pm] |
WHO: Harry Dresden & [ OPEN ] WHERE: West end Nocturne WHAT: Harry, asked to retrieve a cockatiel from a bunch of gangsters, tries to get away with his life. WHY: He ain't too sure himself.
Harry was running. Running for his dear life, the canvas folds of his black leather duster flaring out behind him. As his boots pounded against the rain-slick sidewalk, a noisome little cockatiel complained in ear-shattering chirps from within its pagoda-style birdcage swinging from Harry's left, gloved hand. Harry frowned at the little thing, and did a bit of his own complaining. "You think I didn't hear you the first time?!"
Harry glanced over his shoulder. The goddamn vamps were gaining on him. And fast. The Blue Beetle was thirty or so yards away. There was no way in hell Harry was going to make it to his car, hop in, actually get it running, and peel off before one of the vamps—a pale-skinned bunch that belonged to one of Nocturne's Triad gangs—caught up with him and rubbed him out. He knew something was fishy when the client refused to divulge the importance of the damn cockatiel. Well, at least the scary people behind him didn't appear to have guns, right?
( C o n t i n u e . . . ) |
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[Jan. 6th, 2009|02:23 am] |
Who: David and Sasha When: Early hours of the morning Where: The cliffs at the north west corner of the promontory What: There's a new boy in town. And he's very confused and not exactly happy Status: Ongoing
( Streets are uneven when you're down ) |
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night? |
[Jan. 5th, 2009|09:50 am] |
Who: Faith Lehane When: Around 10 o'clock at night Where: East end of Nocturne What: Faith is patrolling and wondering if she should even bother with the duties as a Chosen One, considering the lack of vamps to stake. The kind she's used to anyway. Status: Complete ( Or did the apocalypse happen already? ) |
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|07:58 pm] |
Who: Michael Emerson When: Evening, just after sunset. Where: Mike's "lovely" rented room. What: Just another day in Nocturne Status: Complete (unless someone wants to join in, which is cool)
( Mike was now wide awake, whether he wanted to be or not. ) |
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"Mystery of Nocturne City." |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|05:51 pm] |
WHO: Harry Dresden & Bob the Skull WHERE: Westside Nocturne, Harry's basement lab. WHEN: Early evening, 7:45PM. WHAT: Bob the skull and Harry discuss Nocturne city.
After eating a couple of sandwiches, Harry had shrugged on his flannel robe and ventured into his basement lab with an old oil lantern. He’d sparked the dozens of candles set around the large room to life. The candle light had revealed tables pushed against three walls in a U shape, surrounding a long table. Everything from scratched leather bound notebooks to loose sheets of note paper to road maps. Set above the U-shaped tables were wooden floating wall shelves he’d purchased from Wal-Mart (it had taken him forever to find one). The shelves, also cluttered, supported mason jars, Tupperware, and empty cages. Bob, a spirit of knowledge living inside of a rune-chased skull, had a shelf to himself, companioned by his stack of trashy romance novels.
Harry sat at the table, hunched over a notepad, trying to see if he could learn a few things from Bob about their new, mysterious home. Nocturne. He jotted a few notes down while Bob spilled what he could about the island, hoping he could make some sense out of what the knowledge spirit spoke. “So you’re telling me,” Harry said, “that Nocturne is some kind of parallel universe?”
( Continue . . . ) |
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Settling In |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|11:50 am] |
WHO: Harry Dresden WHERE: Westside Nocturne. WHEN: Dusk, 6:00PM. WHAT: Harry finally settles into his new home, and feels a little awkward...
He sat uncomfortably in his large red armchair by his new fireplace in his new living room, tapping a booted foot against new, plush beige carpet. He couldn't see his face, but he was sure he probably looked constipated. None of this seemed right. It was decent enough, but it didn't share the comfort and character of his basement apartment in Chicago. Sure, it was a shabby little dwelling in one of Chicago's not-so-safe neighborhoods, but it was his dwelling.
( Continue . . . ) |
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the masquerade [narrative] |
[Dec. 23rd, 2008|09:47 pm] |
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