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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-12 23:02:00

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Fables Plot Public Post!
Who: Public
What: The Open Post for Public Threading for the Epic Fable Plot
Where: Throughout the building.
When: 12:01
Warnings: Any number of crazy things could end up in here.
Notes: Alright! This post is for public threads only, and will be run party style. Anyone can jump into a thread at any time--just use your judgment! Feel free to hop around, go to different parts of the building, and mingle through the madness.

12:01. The beginning of a new day, just broken in, still fresh. Most of the building was sleeping, as decent people ought to be at such an hour.

The building, down at its foundations, was restless. A storm had been gathering for the past week, in its joints and its doorways, in its windows and its keyholes. 12:01, the storm broke over Bellum.

It was as if the building stretched, yawned, shook itself. There was a shudder in reality, as if the air itself was nothing more than a funhouse mirror. Faster than you could snap your fingers and the thing was done, set into motion before the darkest hours of the morning had yet come around.

A twitch, a snap, a static shock.

And then the changes started.

((OOC: Alright guys, go crazy! Feel free to post your location in the header of your comment so people can do a quick visual scan for the right comment and the right location. Mingle! Chat! Fight! Tackle one another!))

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Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am

redhorse_tea
2010-03-13 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Slowly, Katya made her way down the stairs. Her bones creaked and popped, her joints ached. She couldn't wait to return home and settle into a comfortable chair. Then she could put the pretty young girl following her to good work. Yes, children needed to learn to work for what they were given.

They finally arrived, and for a moment, Katya wasn't sure how to get her door to reappear. But appear it did, and she went in, allowing the young girl in after. "First, we have tea," she said, stepping around the skulls littering the floor of her apartment. She wondered where all her boxes had gone and when a fire pit had replaced the coffee table, but didn't let it bother her.

Picking up the teapot from the stove, she took it over to a grouping of logs - dirty logs in her clean house! - and poured a glass for the young woman. "Sit, pretty girl, sit," she commanded, and she poured herself another glass of tea. "Tell old Baba Yaga what you come seeking."

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Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am

vasilissa
2010-03-13 11:25 pm UTC (link)

If she could be really aware of anything of the moment, Ileana had to say that this was the craziest thing she had faced since moving in to Bellum. Gray haired woman with disappearing and reappearing doors with skulls littered throughout her apartment really took the cake. Her stomach churned as she stepped carefully over skulls, trying to not look at the empty sockets that seemed to glow up at her.

Ileana sat across from who she now knew as Baba Yaga. She had been here before, except she knew she hadn't. Had she? She was starting to wonder if madness was a Grigore family trait.

"I seek light for my home," she responded, taking the glass from the woman. It was a pause as she sipped her tea. "...Something's very strange about this place."

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Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am

redhorse_tea
2010-03-14 12:01 am UTC (link)

Resisting the urge to cackle - who cackled, anyway? - Katya smiled. She sipped at her tea, watching the young woman sitting across from her. "Strange? There is no strange things here." But there was, and she knew it. Still, she knew it was better to allow things like this to happen than to fight against it, which was the only reason Katya wasn't struggling against all the strange impulses she was feeling. If it felt natural to say something, to do something, she let it happen.

That was why she lit a candle in the back of one of the skulls. "Light is good thing to have. But not cheap. Not free, no." Katya took another sip of her tea. "For light, you do three things for me, little girl. I give you three tasks." This seemed fair. "And if you fail, I will kill you." That, not so much.

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Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am

vasilissa
2010-03-14 02:46 am UTC (link)

Hold up. Rewind. Did this lady say "kill you"? That'd usually be the queue to get out, but Ileana found herself nodding her head like it was a fair trade. What sort of fair trade is do this or die?

But she couldn't disrespect her stepmother and not bring back light. They depended on her to come back. "I'll do your tasks, Baba Yaga."

She'd really hope she could. She didn't want to die tonight.

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Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am

redhorse_tea
2010-03-14 11:02 pm UTC (link)

"Excellent!" Katya clasped her hands around her mug of tea, leaning forward. She grinned at the pretty young woman, remembering when she had such beauty. Like the woman across from her, she had been blessed with beautiful dark hair; her skin had been so smooth. Some part of her thought she was still young and beautiful, but she didn't dwell on it. She knew there was magic afoot and instead of fighting it, it would be best to go along with it.

She studied the mess of skulls in her home and slowly they changed. Slowly, they became boxes. Most were emptied or mostly empty. There were a few still full. Why not make use of a young body? "First," Katya said, "you will help me with my things. I would like those chairs moved against the wall." And as she spoke, she indicated which chairs and walls she meant. "Then, you shall dress my bed and clean up the empty boxes."

By this point, all the skulls were boxes once more, and Katya felt a bit more like herself. Still, she was not enough herself to stop the woman sitting with her from the tasks she had been assigned. It would be nice to sit back and let someone else do the work.

She sipped her tea, wincing when she realized it was tepid. While the girl worked, she would heat up another batch. It would give the girl strength, too, as she did her tasks.

Slowly, Katya stood. "Once you are done with this task, I shall give you your next job."

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vasilissa
2010-03-15 06:34 am UTC (link)

If Katya was accepting the magic of the night, Ileana couldn't help but be the one to question it. Things didn't add up to what she thought they should adding up to be. Did she really need to help this old woman? It seemed like such a silly thing to trade for. Yet she thought of a dark, cold cottage in the woods where her father was and her mind was made up.

It seemed like a simple enough task, even less than the work she was doing in her own apartment now that Esme had left. Sorting and moving boxes wasn't much of a challenge. Wordlessly, Ileana got to her feet and started moving chairs.

She didn't even notice the doll climbing out of her pocket to help her along when Katya was more focused on brewing tea than supervising. Things went along a lot easier with an extra pair of hands (a bit small, but very strong pair of hands as well.)

The doll climbed her skirts back into her pocket once they had finished dressing the bed. Ileana pushed the loose strands of hair out of her face that came free from her plait as she exited the other room. "I think I finished everything.."

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redhorse_tea
2010-03-16 02:27 am UTC (link)

When the girl spoke, Katya turned, a piping hot teapot in hand and a toothy smile on her face. "Did you?" she inquired, looking over the apartment. Everything appeared in order, all nice and neat, and she made a quiet noise of content. "So you have."

Katya poured the young woman another cup of tea and topped off her own mug. "Da, now you will do two more things for me." She grinned. "But they will be hard. You will probably die," she said, and her tone made it sound as though she were talking about the weather. "I need two things. First, you will be getting me the blood of a vampire."

With a delighted smile fixed firmly on her wrinkly face, she picked up her mug. "If you need to be finding me, I will be on stairwell with tea." She ushered the young woman out of her home, and the door vanished behind them. "Off with you," she said as she settled on the stairway landing, sipping her tea and trying to decide what to do with herself to occupy her time.

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vasilissa
2010-03-16 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Ileana sipped her tea slowly, but any interest in it vanished as Katya talked. Blood of a vampire? How was she supposed to find this? How was she supposed to even go after a vampire in the first place?

Then it hit her as she was ushered out of Katya's apartment. P3. The one she was warned against multiple times by Esme. Wasn't he supposed to be the vampire? Ileana climbed the stairs towards the upper floors again, pretty certain she'd need a plan or she was going to die.

Then again, Ileana was pretty certain if she lived out the rest of this night it would be a miracle.

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