Who: Azrael
When: Midday, close to evening?
Where: Out of doors, wandering about
Open To: Anyone, especially people he hasn't met yet (especially looking for Lucifer, just 'cause)
Thread: Let's try this multi-thread thing, Azzie's still got people to meet


He was taking some time to himself, wandering the town. No one yet had much information on the portals - but that was beside the point. If anything, he'd only want the information at this point in order to prevent Dean from leaving.

All these others? There had been few that he had liked, and less with any savory qualities; not that he was one to judge. They were quite a mixed bag, and a few could certainly cause problems for him. But he didn't even know what he was going to do, yet.

So he lit a cigarette and wandered through the streets, not looking for anyone in particular. Just an attempt to clear his mind. The smoke left a trail, evaporating with each step.

Who: Bastian
When: sunset moving into evening (feel free to catch him just at sunset or after it gets dark)
Where: near the edge of the mountain
Open To: anyone, but especially people he's yet to meet
Thread: Multiple, but threadhopping's cool with me


Even as a vampire, with his enhanced night vision (the light during the day was often painful and overwhelming to him), there were somethings Bastian just needed sunlight for. Sketching just wasn't the same under artificial light.

So just as the sun started to go down, when it became more bearable for him to be outside, Bastian packed up a sketchbook he'd found in the bookstore he was exploring and a few pencils and heading for the edge of the mountain. There wasn't much to see below, but capturing the village against the open sky seemed like a worthy enough task, so he found a place where he could be mostly in the shadow but still get the benefit of the light on his subject, and settled in to draw.

Who: Lindsey
When: After dark
Where: The Square
Open To: Anyone
Thread: Single.

If there was one thing you didn't expect to see halfway up a mountain in Nepal, it was the glint of light off chrome.

...Especially when a snow storm was blowing in and it was damn near dark. Blinking snow out of his eyes, Lindsey hitched his bag higher on his shoulder, wind biting at his exposed face and hands, his gloves left behind at base camp because the forecast had been warm and clear. Cursing a blue streak he headed for that glint of silver, wondering what in the hell up here could be reflecting light off of it. The thought crossed his mind that it could be a hallucination; hell, maybe he was lying in a crevasse somewhere, and this was some hypothermic fever dream. Not the way he wanted to go out, but if he was gonna dream about something, might as well be old American muscle cars.

Unease a cold shiver down his spine, Lindsey drew closer to the mirage, catching his foot in a hidden pothole on the path and stumbling headfirst into...a goddamn renfaire village. Complete with tinkling water fountain and birdsong. Tugging his hood down, shaking rapidly-melting snow out of his hair, Lindsey looked around the moonlit square, black Impala gleaming bright in the ruddy yellow glow of lamplight spilling from what looked to be the village inn.

He’d only been stepping through the gateway, only checking on his new creation. (People and...other things had been coming through for weeks now. His new cosmos populated with those discontent with their own.) He should have found himself in a vast and open space, floating above one of his worlds. Instead he was here. (And the most troubling thing was that he wasn’t immediately certain where ‘here’ was. Not his creation, not the Earth he knew, not hell or heaven or the Silver City or Faerie or the Dreaming or any other realm he was familiar with.)

There would be time later to discern a way to get out, back to his world, new or old. For now he needed information. In knowledge there was power. One thing he and the Old Man agreed on at least.

Traditionally the inn was the place to go when you needed to know what was going on in the wide world. He headed there now.


[Multiple thread, OTA]

Bastian still hadn't decided if he wanted to move out of the inn or not. He'd put up thick curtains in one of the rooms to keep the sunlight out during the day, and he wasn't having any trouble sleeping, so it seemed a waste to take a whole house for himself.

As a result, he ended up spending most of his time in the inn, aside from the occasional night time stroll. This evening, just after the sun went down, he made his way into the pub area, got himself a glass of whiskey, and took a seat at a table in the corner with a book of crossword puzzles. it was one of his favorite ways to pass the time.


[Multiple thread, OTA, NSFW in the thread with Eric]

It'd been a busy few days, taken up with cleaning out her house and putting everything in order but it was done now, and the decor wasn't great but it would be liveable. Well for now at least. Needed a tv and xbox to make it home. And her friends would be good as well.

The sun was starting to set, so she left her house and headed to the Inn, looking for a drink and maybe someone to talk to. She stepped inside the Inn and looked around to see who else was around.

It was just after full dark had fallen, and Eric was outside working in his front lawn. He'd discovered a reel mower in his basement and had decided use it in an attempt to make the overgrown yard look presentable. Sure, the neighbors might find it odd that he was mowing his lawn at night, but Eric didn't mind. If it didn't get done at night, it wasn't going to get done at all.

[Open to anyone, but Eric would especially like to meet Dean and Wendy!]



[ETA: NSFW in the Eric/Vala thread.]

It had been a very long time since Bastian had found himself lost. Even in the dead of night, even in a strange town, he could always find his way, by scent if nothing else, back to where he started. This place, this...town/castle/fortress/something was new to Bastian in a way that nothing had been in longer than he could remember. The smell here was different, the only thing recognizable the scent of his own clothing and the telltale human odor that told him the town was inhabited. The worst of it was, he didn’t remember coming here. He was only walking home, back to his newly rented flat after a night of work. And the sun had been coming up, hadn’t it?

He would turn to see if he could find his way back, but he knew without looking that he would find nothing familiar that way either. The scent of the small town he’d been living in for the past month was gone completely. All that was left was this strange, new place.

So he started walking. A building ahead, some sort of inn it seemed, was lit, and Bastian made his way toward it.

Vala stood in the tavern, a pint at her elbow and the window looking out onto the town in front of her. It reminded her a lot of the Ori village that she had sort of been a part of at one time. The difference was, this place seemed friendly. Carr was at least.

It was only the second day in the village but Vala was bored. Something needed to happen and happen soon or she was going to have to find her own fun and it was never good when she did that.

Looking back out the window, Vala moved to look around the bar, hoping to find something interesting.


((Open to anyone and everyone-- especially Cam!))

Carr had awoken earlier than normal, strangely restless. Well, not so strangely. He'd had nights like that before, and inevitably the next day, a portal opened and someone came through. Since he'd been awake, it hadn't seemed worth lazing about all morning. He'd opened up the inn early, making sure he had a note of which rooms were in use, opening up a couple more in the inn, just in case whoever came through wanted to stay there until they got themselves settled.

That done, he settled at one of the tables outside the door, enjoying the morning sunshine and reading a book someone had left on the bench.


[ooc: aaaaaand we're open!]