June 18th, 2010

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Travel Plot: Group Omega

Political Background )

[OOC: Friday, June 18 - Saturday, June 19]
Day 1. July 14, 1789. About 1:00 PM local time.
The Streets of Paris.
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[OOC: Sunday, June 20]
Day 2. July 15, 1789.
A wine shop in Paris.
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[OOC: Monday, June 21]
Day 3. July 16, 1789.
Various locations throughout Paris.
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Group Omega Group Log

Who: Group Omega
What: Arrival. Just somethin’ to get you goin’.
When: IC DAY 1. July 14, 1789. About 1:00 PM local time.
Where: The streets of Paris, France. In the general vicinity of the Bastille.
Plot Reference: Setting post is here.
Note: This is a party style post (post your location in the subject of your thread start). Feel free to find others, search for other people, hunker down and find clothes, etc. There is no posting order. Communicate with each other! You can only be in one thread of this post at a time. All posts once the sun rises must be in other logs - this group post is only for night one/arrival activities. Morning/Day 2/Day 3 logs may be started by characters in the group once the sun rises at their discretion. You cannot write beyond Day 3.

Midnight, Bellum Letale, and all is quiet.

Then, 12:01, and a rush of blinding light overtakes all members of Group Omega, regardless of location. There is a whirl and a swirl of heavy-thick magic, and it feels like the full moon has come early.

But no. When the disorientation settles, residents find themselves hip deep in chaos and urban rioting. Old Paris, starving, restless, and angry, smells aquatic and slightly foul. The July afternoon is disorienting, extremely bright and almost unpleasantly warm. No one here speaks English, but you don’t have to understand French to know that the angry roar of the crowd doesn’t mean “welcome to Paris.”

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GROUP DELTA GROUP LOG

Who: Group Delta
What: The Raid! Group Delta Arrival Log
Where: Chicago, IL
When: Feb. 11, 1929
Warnings: TBA
Notes: The log is now ready for tagging! Start whenever you like. See Group Delta’s Plot Post for more details! Keep in mind that this post will have comments shut down around this time tomorrow, and is only for tags during the visit to the speak. Any other logs in the following two days are yours to create.

12:01 on Saturday, June 19, Bellum’s tenants should have been asleep in their beds. Some of them, no doubt, were awake, and would have seen the flash that left them standing with fifteen of the building’s other residents, dressed in a period out of the past, in the middle of a party like no other.

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GROUP DELTA PLOT POST

This post has comments turned off. Please direct all plot-wide questions here and all Group Delta specific questions here.

READ THIS POST THOROUGHLY. It explains the first three days of the plot and what will be happening in them, as well as the setting your characters have been transported into.

VALENTINE'S DAY MASSACRE (δ)  )

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Group Xi Plot Post

The Romanovs Group Xi (ξ)

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Arrival and Days One through Three )

Group Xi: [info]beaute_endormie, [info]bookshelved, [info]dysmorphic, [info]jumpingpast, [info]labete, [info]never_old, [info]nobleblood, [info]old_fashioned, [info]sentinelstar, [info]shebringscurses, [info]thimbledarling, [info]tiger_says_rawr, [info]unrequitedcharm, [info]veridicality, [info]wickedwicker

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Group Xi Group Log

Who: Group Xi (ξ)
What: A group-log
Where: Outside Alexander Palace
When: Night one

Midnight, Bellum Letale, and all is quiet.

Then, 12:01, and a rush of blinding light overtakes all members of Group Xi, regardless of location. There is a whirl and a swirl of heavy-thick magic, and it feels like the full moon has come early.

But no. When the disorientation settles, you find you're ankle deep in snow, in the dark of night, outside the gates of Alexander Palace. You can see no one you you recognize in the thick crowd. There is Russian being spoken around you, which you can only understand if you are fluent in the language.

In the back of your mind, you can hear your tales. Present. But you are not transformed.

And you are almost alone.

[This is a party style post (post your location in the crowd in the subject of your thread start). Feel free to find others in the crowd, to go in search of other people, to hunker down and find clothes, etc. You can only be in one thread at a time, however.

All posts once the sun rises must be in other logs - this group post is only for night one/arrival activities. Morning/Day 2/Day 3 logs may be started by characters in the group once the sun rises at their discretion. You cannot write beyond Day 3.]