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Tweak says, "Say 'Moosey Doom'!"

Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-27 23:02:00

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plot: fables

Who: Everyone!
What: Transformation Plot Post
Where: All over.
When: Moonrise on the 28th.
Warnings: All kinds, I expect.

The moon slipped up past the horizon full, round, and white. Its effects had been predicted, though perhaps not fully believed by the residents of the building.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the building, washing the city in pale light. For the tenants of Bellum Letale, where ever they were, scattered in the night, it had a tangible effect.

Change rippled through the building, much as it had over a month before. But this was not simply a twitch in the fabric of things, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a rolling change, gradual as the moonrise, tangible, and, in some cases, likely terrifying in its inexorability. People became what they were, what they ought to have been, and what they weren't.

The moon was up, and trouble was about to run high in Bellum.

[Notes: Remember that the events of last month still apply-I.E, those who became vampires will be vampires when they take on their fable form, the Frog Prince will still be human after being turned back last plot, etc. Whether the fables are aware a month has passed since they were last around is up to the players. This log posted with the anon account so that the mods do not wake up tomorrow with 100 notifications in their gmail. Go forth and plot!]

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Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM.

nightmrholmes
2010-04-30 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Irene paused a moment to pull the wrap over her shoulders. The dress wasn't made for an evening out, but it would do very well, and as he said, no one would know the difference here, at any rate. She watched the cars as they moved by, not frightened or astonished but fascinated nonetheless. Iris was a constant disquiet that she easily brushed aside, and Irene was quite determined to enjoy herself in this starnge world, thank you very much.

"I haven't the slightest what signifies 'traditional'," she replied, almost jovially despite the nip in the air. "I fear I am not dressed for hiking a great distance, however." She weighed propriety with fact for a moment and added, airily, "I would not say no to a bit of tea, on our way." Iris bought things at discount at the coffee shop, and she had not eaten after her shift because they happened to sell out of sandwiches that day.

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Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM.

deductively
2010-04-30 08:53 pm UTC (link)

"The things you and I would be familiar with, such as the theatre or the opera." Holmes would not have minded a boxing match either, but Eliot did not know where the good kinds would be. "Tea, however, sounds perfect. Something black and strong, perhaps." Holmes has personal experience with addictions, and it was obvious to him what would happen if Eliot went for too long without caffeine.

Luckily, Eliot's memories were filled with locations of tea houses and coffee shops, and there just happened to be a very nice one a few streets away. Ignore the impulse to pull Irene closer to his side (only to keep her warm, of course), he steered them down a side street. "My counterpart says that there is a brilliant tea house nearby for us to go too. You are not too cold, I hope?"

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Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM.

nightmrholmes
2010-05-01 01:12 am UTC (link)

"I am feeling adventurous today," Irene replied, breezily. "Something modern and daring sounds very nice." Iris had no particular taste for anything modern or daring, and Irene was in the mood for a change. She thought Iris should be too, but obviously she did not say this out loud.

She listened to his suggestion of tea with pleasure, and though secretly she would have preferred a nice hot pasty, she could hope that the tea house was stocked and Mr. Holmes was feeling generous. Otherwise she was going to need to nibble and pretend it was adequate. "Not at all." She smiled up at his courtesy, and found herself quite warm enough, indeed.

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Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM.

deductively
2010-05-03 05:02 am UTC (link)

Holmes grinned. "I know just the thing then." Eliot's memories told him of a street filled with theatres and playhouses, which would be just the thing for a beautiful night such as this one. "We can experience the 21st century stage and all its wonder."

"This tea house is one of his favorites. The scones and sandwiches are almost better than the tea itself." The only things in Eliot's system right now were nicotine and alcohol; food was an exciting prospect. "And from here, we can simply take a yellow... car, I believe, to the street named Broadway. It's the local equivalent of the London West End."

The tea house was exactly where he had anticipated it to be. Rushing forward, he held the door open. "Miss Adler," he bowed to the lady, before following her indoors. The smell of hot tea and warm bread greeted them, and Holmes could not have been happier at that moment. He had a beautiful lady at his arm, and had finally found a place that reminded him of home. What more could he need?

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