At The Gates

Who: Jocelyn Makepeace (mentions of Arazia Santoro)
What: Narrative: why magic ceased to play games and tricks
Where: The Circus grounds/Morden's tent.

( she was caught, butterfly on backboard and admiring a world where no one’s shadows made sense )

Who: Sachiel (hymnalize) & Elizabeth Gryffiths (outofboundaries); special guest appearance by Saul Cain's (byliner) near-corpse.
What: Bailing folks out.
When: Sometime during day two (Feb 10) of London falling down around everyone's ears.
Where: The Metropolitan. Eventually Haven.
Warnings: Nothing to speak of.

( If this was magic, then she didn’t want it. )

Who: Librarians and the Library
What: Orders from above, invasion from Rome, anything to post for the wrap-up. If you have a Librarian and wish to thread out anything, here's the place to do it.
When: Backdated to day three. (February 11)

The Library was sleekly oiled mechanism, was a parody of bureaucracy when it came down to the bones, to the very inching line of what could be done in the name of efficiency. It had stood, paralyzed briefly and horribly by magic spreading wild and in disorganised frenzy across London -- freak chance and accident and the screams from the Precognitive Department resounding awfully through corridors close by. Monitors had been recalled, hastily from their territories, debriefed in a swift and perfunctory fashion. Paperwork had been abandoned, and then demanded in triplicate. Trainees towards the end of their training had been informed of changes in policy and procedure, hustled out onto the streets solo in advance of all that was known, to 'help handle this'. And then, somewhere in the middle of the night, between the second and the third day, Rome pervaded like a coolly unfurling smoke, ashen-grey and sleek. Arrivals through the basement portals, summons of department heads to secret meetings, advisers hustled off and returned, tight-faced and harassed-looking, only to pass on the bad mood to subordinates.

Everyone, regardless of position, was suddenly keenly aware that Rome held them accountable for the crisis, Rome had invaded and pervaded and now sat in head offices and running fingers through records. Rome would order transfers of transgressors, required paperwork filled out within an inch of its life, and strange Librarians with the too-perfect English of the non-native gave orders as if by virtue of being London's own, they were suddenly inferior.

Clean up, hunt down perpetrators, look for signs of leftovers and remnants and above all, make notes and keep your noses clean.

Who: Everyone at Haven and incomers
What: Backdated -- Days Two and Three (February 10 & 11) at Haven: all people using it as a refuge in the plot, all resolutions and wrap-ups can go here!
Where: Haven

When it turns to the second day of the madness, when the night has long since fled and left Haven still wreathed in nightmare and shadow and demons are the stench of sulphur and the flicker of flame beyond the graveyard -- Haven girds itself for all its lack of wards, for all its failure to hold together and endure. They have a healer -- one broken, one who does not go willingly but in dazed, dragged-to-heel need, they have the clarity of two or three (far beyond nightmares, these folk, too abjured by all they’ve seen to find the vivid imaginings a scope too far) to link them together. The church herself holds fast, is steadfast stone bones for all the disease and calamity that wreaks itself out within her until she is shattered glass and blind eyes, the wreckage of a structure built so solidly, it seems impossible to take her down completely.

And within? As the day elides into the next, as the hallowed madness shrieks itself on, inside is triage and emergency only, the war-wounded alongside those locked inside themselves, unable to bear what has been fear and fancy only made flesh.

Who: Nic Santoro, Marion-the-Ifrit and later, Julia Rayne.
What: The downfall of a Merchant; what rises up in its place.
When: Day Two.
Where: Nic's apartment, Merchant headquarters.


( Whilst Nicolas Santoro had slept, his world had burned )

Who: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) [Narrative or open for violence or whatever, yo.]
What: Knee-deep in the worst place to be in London.
Where: Haven.
When: Backdated like whoa, of course. Some period between days one and two of shit getting real.
Warnings: None to speak of.

( It was dark. )

WHO: ‘Edward Rich’ & ‘Vivienne Rich’, with some guests.
WHAT: The unhappy husband finally wakes up to the vampire he used to be. The divorce is messy.
WHEN: Dawn of Day 2, after the domestic strangeness of the night before.
WHERE: His dream!apartment (i.e. tent) at the Circus.

( When he opened his eyes, he wanted to die. )

WHO: Jim Chatterjeee and Not a Horse.
WHAT: A bad couple of days takes a turn for the bizarre.
WHEN: Afternoon on Day Two.
WHERE: Streets of London.

( He'd wanted this? )

WHO: Catherine Gryffiths.
WHAT: Narrative and a voicemail left during Day Two, with no real expectation of reply.

( Catherine Ingrid Gryffiths had never felt so fucking alone. )

WHO: Brielle LeBlanc and Mr White (& Mr Black, at his convenience)
WHAT: Ain't no party like a Nephilim party! Great-uncles come to the rescue.
WHEN: Day Two.
WHERE: An alleyway in London, also passing as Hell.

( Apparently, under times of duress, mister Aaron-Ahya-Nariman-White (at your service) was a consummate do-gooder. )

WHO: Wren Shelley, ghosts of London's past, and YOU
WHERE: Wren's head/Various locations around London
WHEN: Past midnight, in between Day 1 and 2.
WHAT: Wren's powers go haywire. During the middle of this
RATING: R for potential violence/bloody occult activities.

( 'We deserve to be remembered.' )

WHO: Wren Shelley, Estelle Bennet/It, and, late, Mr. White
WHAT: Wren has hallucinations, meets It, and her powers go crazy.
WHERE: London, England.
WHEN: 12 AM/Sometime in between Days 1 and 2.
RATING: R for violence

( The time is unknown. )

WHO: Dominic Munroe & Penemue.
WHAT: Some injuries, you just don't spring back from.
WHEN: Very, very late on Day One, after his beatdown here.
WHERE: Haven.

( His rusting skeleton was finally shaken to pieces. )

WHO: Penemue, Ohya, Ahya
WHAT: A thunderclap, a charge from the Heavens
WHEN: The night of the party, after everything well & truly spirals out of control
WHERE: The Clock Tower of St. Paul's Cathedral, London

( BANG! CRASH! And Lightening Flash )

WHO: Anyone out and about in London!
WHAT: Fantasy/Nightmare Land
WHEN: The night of the party, after everything well & truly spirals out of control
WHERE: Central London (Zone 1!)

For everything beautiful (the pool of molten gold in Hyde Park, the unicorn spotted in Trafalgar Square), there's something ghastly (gaping chasms in the ground, shadows stalking the streets), and for every good samaritan there's a hungry predator. Delicious!

Who: Nives Gagliardi & Marko Velazquez.
What: Nightmares and the beginning of the Odyssey to Haven.
Where: London Diner.
When: First night.
Warnings: Shit is bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s!

( and everything heals given time, and everything dies given time, and the scars run together, mixing the nerves with the blood... )

Who: Viktorus Petraitis
Where: Haven and then the streets of London
When:Day One; February 9!
What: Nightmares become lucid dreaming aka tori is taken over by his demon pals, sort of. Narrative, but definitely open for interference!!
( He stepped out into the manmade hell )

WHO: The Corinthian {+ erstwhile victims, feel free to create your own individual sub-thread!}
WHAT: The nightmare goes out to play and makes a bloody mess while doing so.
WHEN: Days one through two.
WHERE: All across the streets of London.

( He's happy as a fucking clam. )

WHO: Marion {+ OPEN to anyone wanting some reality manipulation in their vicinity!}
WHAT: The djinni awakens to a dream and stretches its newfound powers.
WHEN: Day two; early morning.
WHERE: Her godforsaken apartment, then Market.

( On Thursday night, Marion went to bed early. On Friday morning, the ifrit awoke. )

Who: Eli Csontos [narrative]
What: Nightmare: losing control.
Where: Some bar in central London.

( Somewhere, Morden’s party whirled on into madness )