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WHERE ARE WE? dunwichmod 2023-02-15 09:51 pm UTC (link)

You quickly realize that you aren’t the only one who has no idea what’s going on. Maybe you even recognize someone from your universe. This would be a good opportunity to talk to some people who don’t look like they belong in this place! (This is the spot to go wild. You can write a little flash narrative of trying to talk to a local, post an open thread to do some writing with your fellow players, or do some quick back and forth meta interactions. Hot Tip: The Subject headers are your friends so use those to specify what you're doing and what you want. Example:</b> "NARRATIVE: CHARACTER NAME, COMPELTE" or "OPEN THREAD WITH CHARACTER NAME" or "PLAYER NAME'S IC/OOC ARRIVALS.") (Reply to this) (Thread)

Azuma Kazuma + open flourchild 2023-02-15 10:22 pm UTC (link)

Kazuma could still taste the salty freshness and buttery sweet aftermath of the American team's lobster roll that had somehow transported him across time and space and oceans to a quaint New England village holding parade. If this was Ameripan, there was truly a whole and wonderful world out there. Kazuma stood wide eyed on the edge of the parade, clutching his bag of freshly baked donuts to his chest and and American sausage sandwich in his left hand. Kazuma fell backwards, shielding the bag as a person from a car threw hard candies into the crowd with a "SOOEY" and hit against someone behind him. "SORRY!" He spun to look. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Azuma Kazuma + open my_decision 2023-02-16 03:47 am UTC (link)

Hange wasn't sure how they'd ended up here, or what the heck was happening, but they were pretty sure they weren't dead. Maybe close to dead, but they didn't remember dying. If this was death, it wasn't like anything Hange had ever imagined. They were still staring around at the unfamiliar sights when they backed right into another warm body, almost falling over and spinning around to come face to face with a stranger. "Oh! Sorry. This is going to sound crazy, but do you happen to know where we are?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Azuma Kazuma + open - flourchild, 2023-02-16 03:56 am UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + open - my_decision, 2023-02-16 05:19 am UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + open - flourchild, 2023-02-16 05:35 am UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + open - my_decision, 2023-02-17 03:12 am UTC

Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - flourchild, 2023-02-17 03:45 am UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - my_decision, 2023-02-17 06:08 pm UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - flourchild, 2023-02-17 11:55 pm UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - my_decision, 2023-02-18 02:26 am UTC

Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - flourchild, 2023-02-18 06:50 am UTC

Re: Azuma Kazuma + Zoe Hange - my_decision, 2023-02-18 07:01 am UTC

IC/OOC Sam Wilson dothework 2023-02-15 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Sam's not too sure if he's more or less unhappy with the situation once the fog clears up. Context clues are telling him he's a few states away from where he was investigating it on his end, all his usual comm lines are coming back with nothing but static, his personal cellphone says he's out of service and if he tries his saved numbers for Bucky, Joaquin, Rhodey or Sarah from the phone someone practically forced on him they all say they're disconnected. He does try a random phone number he sees on a sign and hangs up as soon as he can confirm it connects, which means it's a problem with the numbers rather than the network. Weirdly no one's reacting to his uniform, either recognising him or being confused about why he's dressed like that. After walking around for a little he decides to move off the path a bit to send his Redwing drones out - the Wakandan rebuild is two slightly smaller drones so they can cover way more ground than he can himself even flying, and hopefully the in-the-air perspective will help him find something concretely out of place that he can look into properly instead of just wandering around feeling like something's wrong. Because, you know, obviously something's wrong. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Okoye - dothework, 2023-02-16 01:33 am UTC

Sam Wilson + Okoye - withoutquestion, 2023-02-16 01:45 am UTC

Re: Sam Wilson + Okoye - dothework, 2023-02-16 01:54 am UTC

Sam Wilson + Okoye - withoutquestion, 2023-02-16 02:24 am UTC

Re: Sam Wilson + Okoye - dothework, 2023-02-16 02:35 am UTC

Sam Wilson + Okoye - withoutquestion, 2023-02-16 03:10 am UTC

(Cause I dumbly deleted it, first tag) - ladylovedies, 2023-02-19 08:46 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff blackwidowed 2023-02-16 12:36 am UTC (link)

Something was absolutely wrong, but in Natasha Romanoff's case, it wasn't New England. It wasn't the lobster-riffic parade or the pigs eating at a beauty queen's feet. It's not that she'd already tried her phone as well. Most numbers went to voicemail (who answers calls from unknown numbers) and the ones who did answer had no idea who Steve Rogers or Tony Stark were. Sounds familiar, one of them told her, but then apologized because they weren't there. Natasha gave up after she made to Yelena. It's not the fog lifting miraculously or that Sam Wilson appears to be in a Captain America suit. That's easy enough for her to buy. It looks good on him — Record scratch. It's Sam Wilson. Period. He was dusted. Wiped out of existence. Natasha stared at the man who activated two tiny drones — I'm not thanking that thing — and gaped. "Sam?!" Somehow her voice carried just enough to be heard over the sound of the chatting children next to her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - dothework, 2023-02-16 01:42 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - blackwidowed, 2023-02-16 01:47 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - dothework, 2023-02-16 02:06 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - blackwidowed, 2023-02-16 02:11 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - dothework, 2023-02-16 02:21 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - blackwidowed, 2023-02-16 11:34 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - dothework, 2023-02-16 07:27 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - blackwidowed, 2023-02-18 03:58 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff - dothework, 2023-02-18 04:12 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes j_barnes_jr 2023-02-16 01:40 am UTC (link)

Bucky walked onto the sidewalk from an alley and found himself suddenly here, watching a parade that was definitely not there before. He realizes quickly this isn't D.C., and stares in confusion for a second before looking around him to see the alley has a dead-end and there was no way he could have just come straight through it. That's when he spots Sam's Redwings. His eyes travel from the drones and his eyes follow them back to... "Sam!" Bucky calls across the street and looks both ways before he quickly heads over to meet his partner. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-17 07:12 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-17 08:51 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-17 09:21 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-17 10:51 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-17 11:10 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-18 02:20 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-18 02:34 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-18 06:58 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-18 07:56 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-18 05:59 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-18 08:23 pm UTC

IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-18 10:13 pm UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - dothework, 2023-02-19 08:01 am UTC

Re: IC/OOC Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes - j_barnes_jr, 2023-02-19 08:32 am UTC

IC/OOC Carol Danvers i_dont_give_up 2023-02-16 01:37 am UTC (link)

One minute, Carol is blasting and fighting for her life against some sort of large, tentacle creature,t he next she's landing in the street in the middle of a freaking parade. Captain Marvel will find herself standing up behind some seemingly unphased middle-school band kids, who just march around her as they play their trumpets. She has no idea what is going on, which is probably clear by the look on her face. It's not the first time she's found herself thrown to Earth unexpectedly, but she will eventually make her way to the sidewalk, looking around and trying to piece together how and why she is there. Still, in her infamous uniform, she's likely to approach people she recognizes. Otherwise, she's going to be on a mission to figure this out quickly and get back into the fight she just left. Wherever and whenever that is. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Carol & Rose IC/OOC lildampeer 2023-02-16 01:52 am UTC (link)

Rose is bruised and bleeding when the fog clears and she finds herself in the middle of– “a fucking parade? Are you kidding me?” It’s hard to come down from the adrenaline of the fight and she nearly punches the first person who gets too close before realizing what’s going on here. Spotting Carol is maybe a little bit of a relief, because at least it’s a face she recognizes from around the agency. They didn’t have a chance to know each other well, but Rose thinks the woman seems cool and she’s glad to see someone who isn’t a stranger. “Carol,” she gasps out, moving toward her. “Thank god. Where the fuck are we?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - i_dont_give_up, 2023-02-16 03:04 am UTC

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - lildampeer, 2023-02-16 03:13 am UTC

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - i_dont_give_up, 2023-02-16 03:20 am UTC

Re: Carol & Rose IC/OOC - lildampeer, 2023-02-16 03:32 am UTC

Re: Carol & Rose IC/OOC - i_dont_give_up, 2023-02-16 03:42 am UTC

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - lildampeer, 2023-02-16 03:54 am UTC

Re: Carol & Rose IC/OOC - i_dont_give_up, 2023-02-16 05:14 am UTC

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - lildampeer, 2023-02-18 12:13 pm UTC

Re: Carol & Rose IC/OOC - i_dont_give_up, 2023-02-18 05:56 pm UTC

Carol & Rose IC/OOC - lildampeer, 2023-02-22 11:37 pm UTC

Clint Barton + OPEN since_budapest 2023-02-16 01:47 am UTC (link)

One minute Clint was firing rapidly at a bunch of skittering monsters, the next he was knocked off his feet and dragged into a clambake. Or some other weirdness. He had gotten up quickly, standing amongst a bunch of waving children who were distracted by a parade going by. None of it made sense, but since when did anything in his life (outside of his family)? Bow now collapsed, but still firmly in his hand, he excused himself through the crowd of school children, making his way to a clearer part of the street to look around with a slight frown. Were the Temp Pads acting up? Did something go wrong with the other universe? He could have sworn he was dead. He should be dead. God help him if this was his afterlife. Maine? Really? He considered himself more of a midwest kind of guy, and this just wasn't cutting it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Clint Barton + Giles ralphcolumbo 2023-02-16 02:45 am UTC (link)

Giles, finding himself in a setting that decidedly wasn't the basement of Living Legend Charter School, had quickly integrated himself with the nearest mob of children like a cuckoo bird. It was a practice that never really got less weird but was effective more often than not in this new body that he was (agonizingly) slowly aging into. However, there was no disguising the lead pipe in his hand short of discarding it, and until he knew more, it was the best weapon that he had--short of himself. But standing among them didn't mean the boy ignoring the parade to make failed phone call after failed phone call with a lead pipe draped over his shoulder exactly fit in. Or that he as readily moved aside when someone else wove their way through the crowd. "Mm. Sorry." Giles absently offered in a decidedly not New England accent as the man brushed by him. His eyes barely moved up from the phone, but followed the man holding a collapsible recurve bow? Hmm. Giles moved down his contact list and groaned. Did he have to try calling Olivia? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-16 03:07 am UTC

Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-16 03:24 am UTC

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Re: Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-16 04:10 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-16 05:16 am UTC

Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-16 05:59 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-17 03:15 am UTC

Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-17 05:21 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-17 06:13 pm UTC

Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-18 12:31 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-18 02:22 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - ralphcolumbo, 2023-02-18 06:56 am UTC

Re: Clint Barton + Giles - since_budapest, 2023-02-18 07:10 am UTC

Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) eddiemunson 2023-02-16 03:24 am UTC (link)

PART ONE: THE UPSIDE DOWN Eddie wake up. Edward Munson bolted upright from a bad dream. He had to think about it. The last thing Eddie remembered were demobats falling limp out of the sky and Henderson crying over his dying body. Eddie thought he’d done a pretty good job being brave. Dustin was the little brother he’d always wanted. Eddie had set a good example, right? Except maybe the drug dealing part. Henderson was nowhere to be seen, which didn’t make sense at first. Something bad must of happened to make him leave. Something real bad. Eddie got to his feet and staggered a few moments before finding his balance. He had lost a lot of blood, hadn’t he? It would make sense if he was light headed. Unfortunately that didn’t put him in a particularly good condition to help the others or himself. The demobats had shriveled into dried husks like slugs sprinkled with salt. If it was any indication of how much time had passed since Eddie passed out, the wouldbe hero missed it. He stumbled back toward the direction of the trailer park, only instead of home sweet home, Eddie only saw a deep scar of destruction in the fabric of The Upside Down itself. Something had gone wrong. Really wrong. Or maybe right? Maybe this was a good thing? “DUSTIN? STEVE? NANCY? ROBIN?” No answer. The gate that would have taken him back home was lost in the scar. What if he was trapped here now? What if they all were? “GUYS?” He needed to find them. Eddie visited each gate he knew of, and like the trailer park, they were all replaced with a deep scar in the fabric of The Upside Down. Despite the lack of medical attention, food or water, Eddie started to feel less and less lightheaded the longer he was awake. “Okay, think. Think!” But Eddie wasn’t thinking or he might have noticed how old and dry the bloodstains on his clothes were, or how the skin around his injuries had healed over. Instead he was distracted by the falling snow-like ash from the sky, and wondering if his friends were okay. They did it, Eddie thought. They killed Vecna. Only they had to get out fast. Except now I’m trapped here. “FUCK. SHIT. FUCK!” Maybe not. Or maybe the others would figure out a plan to get Eddie out if he was stuck. He started to jog toward the Wheeler’s residence. He could use lights to signal the others. Let them know he was okay. I don't like this. PART TWO: THE FOG, MISSING TIME, AND DUNWICH On the way to the Wheeler residence— there was a fog, right? There had to be. Because Eddie remembered the fog, but not what happened afterward. He didn't notice at first that his blood stained clothing had been replaced with fresh clothing. He was no longer wearing the black bandana on his head. His leather jacket was new, the style slightly different. In Eddie's mind the order went: Upside Down, Fog, the harsh daylight of...? For one glorious moment, Eddie thought he made it home. He was home, he was alive, he no longer felt light headed and everything was okay. No one had pointed a finger at him and screamed "Murder! Satanist!" There was no mob ready to tear him apart. Just a bunch of happy looking people enjoying the start of a parade. "Hey, did you drop your phone?" Eddie's attention whipped back to a kid who held something up to him. Eddie took the device but didn't recognize the very thing that had dropped from his pocket. Eddie looked down at the cellphone and frowned, mumbling, "The fuck is this...?" He looked up, the kid who returned his phone was gone. Eddie didn't recognize anyone here. The people, the school marching band dressed as lobsters. The clothing was off. Everything was just off. "You're dreaming, Eddie," he mumbled to himself. "Come on, wake up." Eddie gripped the phone in his fist and took a few steps back. He was still dying, wasn't he? He was still back in the Upside Down, Dustin was still crying over his body, and this was it, wasn't it? "Wake up, Eddie," he said. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) whysosensitive 2023-02-16 11:50 am UTC (link)

She'd fallen behind everyone else when they were heading back to Hopper's cabin in the woods. Steve had been beside her, still moping about Nancy's reunion with Jonathan. To be honest, Robin wasn't sure what Nancy saw in Jonathan; he seemed to have no personality aside from "awkwardly looking at Nancy." But Robin's ears had picked up the tone of their conversations from time to time and knew that something was off for both of them. Maybe it was just the stress of everything that had happened, but shouldn't they have been running to meet each other in the middle, arms outstretched, tears streaming down their faces. It was a reunion that was over eight months in the making for crying out loud. Give them some melodrama. They were teens. Robin had been watching her feet as she squeaked up the hillside. She wasn't lying; she was bad enough on solid ground so she kept her eyes mostly on the ground and immediately in front of her. No stupid roots were going to trip her up today. So when the fog crept into her view and the world dimmed a little, she hadn't quite thought it was that out of the ordinary. It was Hawkins for crying out loud. Out of the Ordinary should be their new motto. She kept walking until she couldn't see her feet at all and then stopped. She reached out her arm for Steve, but there was nothing. "Hey? What's with the fog? Where is everyone?" No reply. She tried to chuckle under her breath. "Marco???" When no Polo came back, Robin's unease soared through the roof. Might even have soared above the mist if it had been physical. Robin spun around, yelling for Steve, Nancy, anybody. Had Vecna survived? Had he taken her? She didn't remember fog or mist of whatever this was as part of his routine, but then again, they had taken him out with guns and molotov cocktails. Those made smoke, didn't they? She wasn't coughing, so maybe it wasn't real smoke. Maybe it was just imaginary smoke, the way Max said he'd taken her somewhere else. One more turn put her in the middle of a town. It looked nothing like Hawkins, and that was saying something given that most small towns looked like every other small town on film. Maybe that's because they were all filmed in the same place in California or something, but she caught something on the air that she hadn't smelled in a long time: the ocean. She could hear gulls too. "Where the hell am — " She bumped backwards into someone, spinning around one more time to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to — " Her face paled. "Eddie?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) - eddiemunson, 2023-02-18 06:46 am UTC

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) - whysosensitive, 2023-02-18 06:53 am UTC

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) - eddiemunson, 2023-02-19 01:49 am UTC

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) - whysosensitive, 2023-02-19 01:58 am UTC

Re: Eddie Munson Arrives in Dunwich (Narrative/Open) - eddiemunson, 2023-02-19 07:37 pm UTC

eddie & delirium psychedelic 2023-02-16 06:17 pm UTC (link)

"You're not dreaming," someone said behind him in a very matter of factly tone. When he turned to look, he'd see a petite young lady. Barefooted with a very, very long trench coat. Her hair was in disarray, much like his, but her hair was the colors of the morning sky with reds and yellows. Delirium looked all topsy-turvy and definitely did not look like she belonged here. "This is the waking world, I think. I would know. Yes, I would." Delirium nodded in agreement with herself. "I like your hair. It's very poofy and curly." She spun a finger around in the air. "Have you seen my doggie? I losted him. His name is Barnabas." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: eddie & delirium - eddiemunson, 2023-02-18 06:50 am UTC

eddie & delirium - psychedelic, 2023-02-19 04:56 pm UTC

Re: eddie & delirium - eddiemunson, 2023-02-19 07:55 pm UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + OPEN cheerqueen 2023-02-16 01:32 pm UTC (link)

You know that feeling when you dream and you're somewhere up high? Soaring, floating, hanging. Then like a puppet with its strings cut, the abrupt downward fall. The drop from a great height that makes the pit of your stomach seem to jump up into your chest. That swooping feeling like being on a rollercoaster, reaching the peak of a climb, before heading back down. Heart racing with fear that you'll hit the ground and shatter into a million pieces. You're dreaming, Chrissy. Wake up! WAKE UP NOW! Except none of her nightmares seemed to work that way. The last thing she remembered was stepping into Eddie Munson's trailer, looking to score the hard drugs. Something, anything, that might help her sleep better. Chrissy, whom barely drank, was asking about how fast ketamine took effect and learning that when snorted, it was a very fast process. He had slipped into the back of his trailer, towards his bedroom, to look for the stash where he kept anything harder than weed, leaving Chrissy to loiter just inside the door. That was the last thing she remembered... and vaguely being pursued by a grotesque creature through a rundown old house... Down she dropped and instead of hitting the hard floor of Eddie's uncle's trailer, she plunged into ice cold water. Except it wasn't water. It was... fog? Cool and dewy mist and thick. Only vague shapes, dark outlines, of... people? Her vision could pierce through the dark and fog. Until it cleared... The sound of people, marching and cheering. Suddenly, Chrissy found herself standing in the street. Wherever she was, it wasn't Hawkins, but the buildings had a similar small town feel to them. And it was daylight? She could have sworn it was nighttime a moment ago. There were people just ahead, lining the sidewalks, and she could hear the parade approaching before she ever saw the floats round the corner. Chrissy walked slowly, cautiously, towards the crowd, eyes darting around as she took in the sights. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs teacupshatters 2023-02-16 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Abigail took in her surroundings as the fog cleared.  She walked down the street and found a quiet spot to stand, with her back against the wall of a closed town shop.  The parade was setting off alarm bells in her mind.  Fog was at least a part of nature.    These people were celebrating lobsters in the way her father would have celebrated deer, if he could have gotten a town to go along with it.    The girl surrounded by pigs looked like a potential tragedy to her.  People should know better than to be so close to animals when they're eating.   At any moment, that girl would lose at least a toe. Abigail decided that the people cheering the whole thing on were potentially unstable.  She kept her back to the wall, observing as many people as she could, looking for any sign of danger.    And any sign that Hannibal was somehow behind all of it.   She'd been brought here from a horror scene in his home, with no reasonable explanation, and he was still god-like in her mind, even more powerful than the F.B.I. A teen close to Abigail's age caught her attention.   She wasn't cheering either. With her eyes darting around, she seemed lost or confused - or trying to gather information about the people around her too.    Abigail let her ponytail down, using her hair to cover her missing ear as best she could, and wished she could hide the blood on her clothes.  There wasn't time; she didn't want to miss her chance to meet someone in the same situation.  She approached the girl slowly, not wanting to frighten her.  "Hi."   (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - cheerqueen, 2023-02-17 12:32 am UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - teacupshatters, 2023-02-17 09:34 pm UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - cheerqueen, 2023-02-17 09:54 pm UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - teacupshatters, 2023-02-18 08:40 pm UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - cheerqueen, 2023-02-19 01:05 am UTC

Chrissy Cunningham + Abigail Hobbs - teacupshatters, 2023-02-21 06:32 pm UTC

Spike + Open [especially anybody who can keep him from bursting into flames] bloodislove 2023-02-16 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Being in the new, more normal type of fog might have been a relief, but it was clearly daylight and even the dense cover had Spike worried. He scrambled to his feet, dusting the wet muck off the back of his long trench coat from where he'd landed with an inglorious squawk. His natural caution to flee for shelter was temporarily sidelined by the fact that while exploring the area outside the Agency he's blindly walked straight into a deep ditch, bounced hard on his ass, and wound up somewhere new before he'd even stopped moving properly. As the fog started to clear panic overcame him and he immediately looked around, ignoring the unsettling new location and its occupants in favor of finding a quick shop alcove with few windows, ducking in and sighing in relief before finally registering his surroundings. The smells, sounds, and sight of so many 'civilians' was overwhelming for a moment, but as the parade started to crawl by his lip twitched in wry amusement. Whatever this was, it was clearly just messing with them at this point. Concentrating Spike lurked out of the direct sunlight and watched the crowd almost predatorily, searching for any familiar gossip or faces that would help him work out what was going on. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Spike/Gilmore - shaungilmore, 2023-02-16 06:39 pm UTC

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Spike/Gilmore - shaungilmore, 2023-02-26 05:25 am UTC

Re: Spike/Gilmore - bloodislove, 2023-02-26 08:48 pm UTC

Narrative: Jake Pentecost. Complete. pacificdrift 2023-02-16 04:42 pm UTC (link)

The fog may have lifted but Jake still didn't trust this town or the way his skin seemed to crawl just by being here. The weight of the day was heavy upon him, and he needed to get home and see to it that Nate was alright. And Amara and the other cadets. It was mental how much he'd grown to care about all of them in such a short amount of time, but that's where he belonged. Not here in the midst of… a parade? He blinked, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and hearing. Not sure that any of it was real and not a simulation. He couldn't make sense of it either way. He searched for Amara, not wanting to call her name or draw attention to her if she was here, since that was the last thing he remembered from home. Since he didn't know the game, he wasn't going to give away his hand, potentially placing her in danger. But he had to get out of this place and the creepy, nonsensical parade seemed like a proper distraction. If anyone was even paying attention. Jake couldn't be sure, so he assumed he was being watched, but he slipped out of the crowd anyway and looked for the fastest way out of town. (Reply to this) (Parent)

delirium | open psychedelic 2023-02-16 06:04 pm UTC (link)

She danced and danced. Twirling around in the fog, spindly arms splayed out. The fog felt so lovely on her face, a thick hug that wrapped snuggly around her. Delirium spun around so fast on her heels that she'd gotten her legs all tangled up like two wet noodles. She fell on her back; the silence was interrupted by her very out-of-place giggles (which, honestly, made this a little creepier if anyone was within earshot of her). "Oh." And, just like that, the mist rolled away. Slowly, she lifted herself by her elbows. The setting changed again, but it didn't seem to bother Delirium. "Barnabas!" He was with her! She remembered that much. Wait. Was he with her? Because he was not with her anymore. "Silly doggie. You're missing the parade!" Her toes wiggled freely in fishnet stocks. They were pretty tattered, and it was a wonder how they even managed to stay on her little legs. The tan trench coat also looked like it had seen better days. The sleeves were rolled up and torn. She was practically drowning in it, the coat's hem dragging behind her like a long-lost puppy. Delirium didn't stand up right away and watched as people walked around her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Belphegor + Open one_forthedemon 2023-02-17 05:30 am UTC (link)

With an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips the eyeless demon snagged a bag of delicious kettle corn from one of the street vendors, before teleporting up to the closest roof to sit and take in the oddity unfolding down below. It wasn't Bel's first time being on the surface world, but this place was an unexpected surprise to be sure. Especially since the last thing he could recall, before that fog came out of no where and took him away, was a pissed off angel about to smite him. Yet here he was. Not dead. Not burned up with that holy power either. Just alive and kicking, albeit in a bizarre little town. One that apparently liked to throw strange parades. Sure sure, the absurdity of it all wasn't lost on the ancient demon by any means. But being here sure beat being dead. So instead of fretting over the how or why of it all, Bel found himself happily munching away on the still warm and sweet popcorn. All while chuckling as he spotted those pigs eating up the slop that was messily strewn about before that throne. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Diana Bishop + Open scholar 2023-02-17 02:31 pm UTC (link)

Diana could see the threads that linked her and Matthew to the Old Lodge of the modern day, but couldn't grasp them enough to bring them back. Taking a careful breath, she thought of Sept Tours, and the family that she knew would be there waiting for them- Ysabeau and Marthe, her aunts, Marcus and Miriam.. But she missed that one, too. Swallowing down a rising panic, she grasped on another thread, this one rough and unfamiliar. Stepping forward, she felt Matthew at her side before she tripped, catching herself on a separate thread and feeling herself pulled away from him. "No-!" she cried out, reaching back for him as the fabric of realities seemed to open up beneath her and instead of landing on her feet, she tripped on her skirts and rather fell on top of an unfortunate someone. "I am so sorry," she started, scrambling up to her feet, offering a hand to help them up. Diana looked around, trying to see any of the warp and weft of time and place but it was dark to her now, no sign of Matthew nearby. "Are you alright?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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	QUESTIONS? dunwichmod 2023-02-15 09:52 pm UTC (link)
	Ask them here! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: QUESTIONS? saint_matthew 2023-02-15 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	Matt's experience with the dense fog... it doesn't make any difference to a blind man. So, this parade that shows up... does it seem to manifest once the fog lifts, or will he hear/smell/sense what's going while the fog is still around? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: QUESTIONS? - dunwichmod, 2023-02-15 11:13 pm UTC

	Re: QUESTIONS? mad_sweeney 2023-02-16 10:20 am UTC (link)
	So I guess Sweeney briefly ... interrupted the parade while being chased by dogs. You know. Par for the course. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: QUESTIONS? - psychedelic, 2023-02-16 06:06 pm UTC

Re: QUESTIONS? - mad_sweeney, 2023-02-16 06:23 pm UTC

Re: QUESTIONS? - psychedelic, 2023-02-16 06:29 pm UTC

Re: QUESTIONS? - mad_sweeney, 2023-02-16 07:27 pm UTC

Re: QUESTIONS? - psychedelic, 2023-02-16 07:29 pm UTC

	Re: QUESTIONS? bloodislove 2023-02-16 02:01 pm UTC (link)
	Would it still be overcast enough that if Spike can find one of those lobster!fest hats and walk around a bit? Or is he stuck wherever he can find shelter XD For reference (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: QUESTIONS? - slayersocialwrk, 2023-02-16 02:20 pm UTC

Re: QUESTIONS? - ladylovedies, 2023-02-17 05:39 am UTC

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Re: QUESTIONS? - callsbullshit, 2023-02-16 04:54 pm UTC