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[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) [Narrative]
What: Second bit of fantasy-land. Time to go be social.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: John's flat.
Warnings: None.

'How d’you feel about crashing a party, then?' )

[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) [Narrative]
What: The start of the fallout. First bit of fantasy-land.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: John's flat.
Warnings: None.

Constantine is unconcerned. )

[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) [Narrative]
What: Investigating.
When: Late April.
Where: Out and about London.
Warnings: Nothing but language.

His sense of time was all fucked up, twisted in on itself -- gone origami. )

[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) & Balthazar ([info]feedthefire)
What: The ongoing bromance.
When: Saturday, February 20.
Where: J. Random Pub.
Warnings: Language, certainly.

Constantine hadn’t celebrated. )

[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) & Scarlet Tomasova ([info]_scarlet_)
What: About that thing you do.
When: End of January.
Where: The Gem
Warnings: Likely none.

Natural magicians were the crack-babies of the preternatural world. )

[info]_machiavellian_

I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies.

Who: David ([info]_machiavellian_) and John ([info]conjob)
What: 95% snarkfest, 5% involuntary bodily reactions.
Where: The Gem
When: Straight after this.
Warnings: TBD.

He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you.” )

[info]gates_mods

Who: OPEN to everyone.
What: New Year's Eve.
Where: Every in-game location you'd go to celebrate: Kabuki, Oblivion, the Shamrock Inn, etc.
When: Friday night, 12/31.
Warnings: None presently.
Notes: Employees of the clubs/pubs, please feel free to jump in and if anyone starts smashing up your place, you're free to bash heads. Keep in mind the eventual Balthazar Effect, which is mentioned here.

A brand new decade on the horizon, scant hours away. )

[info]immoveable

Phone call: Constantine

It's not what he wants to do. What Gryff wants to do is find a solution, a Sealer who can cram the demon back inside the girl (if he can't snip around her, cut the soulless harbinger out and away and destroy it somewhere) but the Sealers he knows are Merchants and Merchants -- he has only to look at his office, a swirl of books and papers and pens balanced on invisible nothing mid-air -- are not trustworthy. No, there is one who will get what needs to be done done. One whose reputation is soiled and stained and has bloody fingerprints all over it, but no surprises, no hidden secrets. Constantine is Constantine; the man gets the job done. Gryff dials whilst still waiting the arrival of a friend who can help, Gryff dials when wincing in pain and scowling displeasure and it echoes deep through the short-curt way of greeting the man when he answers the phone, a number stashed at the very back of a pile of such numbers.


"Constantine."

[info]conjob

Who: John Constantine ([info]conjob) & Balthazar ([info]feedthefire)
What: First meetings.
When: 1977
Where: Camden, The Electric Banana
Warnings: Constantine & Balthazar, Friends Forever.

1977 and they were all miserable. )