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Bellum Letale Tempus (bellum_tempus) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-18 21:09:00

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plot: delta, plot: tempus

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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	PRE-RAID MINGLING bellum_tempus 2010-06-19 02:12 am UTC (link)
	[For partying between 12:01 and 12:50. You may start as many threads off of this comment as you like (considering that we have 16 characters in this group, we're not all going to be able to get into one at once, so go ahead and mingle and let your characters adjust.)] (Reply to this) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-06-19 02:42 am UTC (link)

One minute Shane was sitting at his computer, the next he was enveloped in a flash of light and standing in the midst of a bright, smoky room, thick with the scent of bootleg alcohol, loud from the live band at one end, and surrounded by passing acquaintances from the building. He was wearing a suit he didn't recognize, his hair slicked back, a coat girl just turning from him with a coat that matched the suit he'd never seen.

If this was a dream, he officially had a much better imagination than he had ever given himself credit for.

"What the fuck?" He muttered it under his breath, and was bumped aside as a laughing man stumbled from the room, arm in arm with a girl who had a feather in her hair.

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nineteen_stars
2010-06-19 02:49 am UTC (link)

Isobel had been trying to wind down for the night, and had just rinsed her face with water after washing up before bed when the world erupted in a flash of light and she was suddenly somewhere very not her bathroom. Eyes were wide, and she turned a slow circle to look around her, feeling, a bit off-kilter with the sudden changes. Blonde hair was pulled up and back away from her face, done up in an intricate knot, and the blue evening gown she found herself in was at least flattering, but still wholly unfamiliar.

She jumped when a girl handed her a tag for the fur that she was making off with, looking at the bit of paper for a long moment, nothing even close to making sense. "It has to get better, it has to get better," Isobel muttered to herself as she tucked the bit of paper into the clutch she carried, which, incidentally, matched the blue of her dress. There were people around that she recognized, some only very vaguely, and she couldn't help the frown that pulled at her lips. This was absolutely insane.

Waving at the thick smoke that hung in the air, Isobel started to weave through the throng of people enjoying their evening, searching out a familiar face. Unfortunately, the first face wasn't exactly familiar, but he looked as lost as she felt.

"Excuse me?" she asked, working to be heard over the people talking around them, the band playing in the background, and the general joviality that filled the air. "Do you know where we are?"