At The Gates

Who: Emily [Narrative]
What: Magic the constant bedfellow.
Where: Haven, mostly.
When: The past few months.

( Magic is the tide lapping at her shores. )

Who: Gryff (immoveable) & Em (wordsaremusic)
What: Checking in.
Where: Haven.
When: Sometime current.

( Haven continued to sleep, for what it was worth. )

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: 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: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) [OPEN to any interested parties at Haven. Have injuries to rack up, etc.]
What: Waking up to the worst.
Where: Haven.
When: February 9, Thursday evening after things start to go sour.
Warnings: None.

( She woke up with her heart in her throat, and the taste of dread at the back of her tongue. )

Who: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) & Leo Gryffiths (immoveable)
What: Gryff's home, the truth is out, now we work on the rest of it.
Where: Haven's garden
When: Backdated to mid-January, shortly after Gryff's return to Haven.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Part two of two. Yeah, no more gdocs writing.

( There they were. )

Who: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) & Leo Gryffiths (immoveable)
What: Gryff's home, the truth is out, now we work on the rest of it.
Where: Haven's garden
When: Backdated to mid-January, shortly after Gryff's return to Haven.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Part one of two. Again. -_-

( Haven still chugged along to its perpetual pulse, a behemoth set in motion and now next to impossible to halt. )

Who: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) [Narrative]
What: What happened after.
Where: Haven, London, etc.
When: Spanning December 21 to nowabouts.
Warnings: None.

( For a moment (and only just), she hates Haven for seeing. )

Who: Gryff (immoveable) & Em (wordsaremusic)
What: This is why we can't have nice things. (Or, The Band Breaks Up.)
Where: Haven.
When: December 21, after Gryff returns from the Merchants' Masquerade.
Warnings: A little bit of assault.
Notes: Part two, continuation of part one.

( He would hurt her, or he wouldn't. )

Who: Gryff (immoveable) & Em (wordsaremusic)
What: This is why we can't have nice things. (Or, The Band Breaks Up.)
Where: Haven.
When: December 21, after Gryff returns from the Merchants' Masquerade.
Warnings: A little bit of assault.
Notes: Embarrassingly enough, we hit the post count limit. Again. Consequentially, part one of two.

( 'What exactly are you trying to do?' 'I don't know.' )

What: Em's initiation into working for the Market.
When: Hideously backdated, took place a good while ago.
Where: Merchant headquarters in London.
Status: Narrative/completed.

( This is not the Market the Merchants would have you see )

Who: Gryff (immoveable) & Em (wordsaremusic)
What: Breaking the news.
Where: Haven.
When: Way backdated to August 16, after this.
Warnings: It will get shouty.

( Better something than nothing, she told herself. )

WHO: Catherine Gryffiths, Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) & Leo Gryffiths (immoveable).
WHAT: Six years of cautiously circling Haven finally come to an end, and Cath meets her brother for the first time. First encounters are difficult things.
WHEN: Somewhere in the last couple weeks.
WHERE: Haven.

( There once was a crooked man who lived in a crooked house. )

Who: Nic Santoro (natoarrogante) & Em Andley (wordsaremusic)
What: Finding a fix.
Where: HQ for London Merchants.
When: Tuesday afternoon, August 16.
Warnings: I think we're okay here. (That is not actually a guarantee.)

( ’What have I to take from a little girl and a crumbling church?’ )

Who: Leo Gryffiths (narrative)
What: What happens when Haven's head comes close to breaking? He seeks out old mentor and tries to reacquaint himself with peace. ._.
Where: Haven
When: Soon after the Em & Gryff log.
Warnings: Nada. Unless the angst is ridiculous.

( those glass-brittle men and women who eked out existence even as magic lit them up like human lightning storm )

Who Gryff & Em
What: Trying to resolve Haven
When: Tonight
Where: Haven, Gryff's office.
Warnings: It's unfinished, so no idea.

( Doubt had crept in, curled itself neatly up in the corner of the room and sat there, wide-eyed silent and curious as to when it could fasten teeth to life-blood pulse and shake )

Who: Leo Gryffiths (immoveable) & Em Andley (wordsaremusic)
What: Bad news for Haven and Havenites.
Where: Haven.
When: July 17-ish.
Warnings: None. Well, except for the bit about Haven's protection being null and void.

( And if the wards were down, then they would soon see what came calling on Haven. )

WHO: Anyone neutral or good!
WHAT: Dominic Munroe demands merriment and good food to celebrate some birthdays.
WHEN: Sunday, June 12th, during the day.
WHERE: Haven, the rundown old church in Westminster.

For all that their home is known as a sanctuary, Haven runs the risk of becoming too austere and monk-like at times. Its quiet risks being too quiet and sacred; its innate churchness sometimes seems inextricable and inescapable.

But today is a day for celebration and socialisation, in whatever form they can make it. Voices are raised in laughter, cracking what normally stands as silence around a sacrosanct churchyard. The makings of a summer party have been installed in Haven's overgrown garden; it was evidently well-tended in the past, but the plantlife has now grown shoddy, trailing rampant over its boundaries. A beaten, slightly-rusty barbeque grill has taken up residence at the corner of the garden -- the grill's seen better days, but by the beaming expression of the man tending it (bright-red 'KISS THE CHEF' apron and all), it seems to be doing its job well enough. The sound and smell of sizzling meat fills the air, and food has been laid out on a long wooden table. Chairs are scattered throughout the flattened grass. The organisation is a little makeshift and a little second-hand -- but that's only fitting for the venue, isn't it?

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Who: Emily Andley (wordsaremusic) [OPEN]
What: Public voyeurism.
Where: Yon public square, not far from Haven.
When: Sunday afternoon, 5/1.
Warnings: None at present.

( It wasn't spring which made her go walking. )

Who: Leo Gryffiths (immoveable) & Em Andley (wordsaremusic)
What: Mending fences over dinner.
Where: Haven.
When: March 17-ish, backdated like whoa.
Warnings: Part two of two, first found here.

( ‘We’re okay,’ he’d said. )