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Jun. 12th, 2015


Evelyn T & Solas

[Evelyn T & Solas group lock]

Are you busy?

Jun. 4th, 2015


Babs G, Evelyn T, Solas

[As Huntress.]

I talked to Frannie. She doesn't remember anything but a bright room. They ran a rape kit on her, but there wasn't any evidence collected from it - or any evidence that he'd raped her.

[Evelyn T & Solas]
[As Hels.]

I need a raincheck.

May. 28th, 2015


Some peeps


Seven told me you were okay, but I'm doing an independent check.

[Locked separately to Solas, Evelyn T and after some hesitation to Bruce W.]
[As Faust.]


[Gwen S]
[As Hels.]

Statistical chances of survival?

May. 3rd, 2015


Evelyn T & Solas, Gwen S, Babs G

[Locked to Evelyn T. and Solas, together]
[As Hels.]

Still here?

[Gwen S]
[Still as Hels.]

Bruce is gone.

[Locked to Babs G./Batgirl]
[As Huntress]

I think you might be having a little too much fun without me.

May. 1st, 2015


op arkham members ; public

[locked to operation arkham (barbara g., jason t., solas, evelyn t., eddie n.)]

[A day or so after this.]

[Blink, blink.] First off, everyone introduce each other if you want to be friendly. If not, well I'll just be upset. Cranky, even.

[A pause.] I tried to get into the basement to assess what's going on before we all go in there, but it's completely locked us out. Nothing's opened it. No keys or any kind of force that I've been able to use. I'm looking into more options, but it's not looking like we're getting into this basement tomorrow.

So, I think it's best to take this time to figure out what to do while we work on the door getting opened. Get prepped. Take our time to decide how best to tackle this situation. We don't know exactly what we're dealing with down there, but we know it's strong.


Is it passe to explore doors yet? I don't want to be out of style.

Apr. 20th, 2015


eddie n.

We've been told you're the man to talk to about demons in Arkham. Can you tell us more about what is going on?

Apr. 15th, 2015


crane, selina k., public (as anon)

[email to crane.]

[After her trip with Eddie to the basement, after not being at work since, she shoots Crane a one-line email, no subject:] I'd avoid the basement if I were you.

[locked to selina k.]

How are you healing up, kitty cat?


[As anon.] Okay. Ghostbusters. Or just general demon banishers (is that a word?). Where you at?

Apr. 6th, 2015


Eddie N, Solas and Evelyn

[After this and during this.

As Hels.]

[Eddie N]

I need a favor.

[Solas and Evelyn T, together]


Apr. 2nd, 2015


[Party log]

Who: Whoever wishes to attend!
What: Party at the Murray House
Where: Penny Dreadful(s)
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Please place locations and warnings in subject headers. Feel free to "dibs" threads. Simultaneous threads per character are allowed.

The Murray House was situated at the end of the street in the affluent part of London. Imposing, it was a structure built by a man determined to leave his mark on the world in every possible way.

The door was answered by two footmen, and carriages were directed around the back. Men and women awaited announcement, all agog to see the disreputable women who inhabited the home. One fair and disgraced. The other dark and possessed. Or so the rumors said.

The lights were dim for the evening, as was the fashion for parties with darker themes. On silver platters, champagne and sweets were served, and there was a bar in the sitting room with stronger drinks and cigars for the gentlemen.

Beyond the grand entrance hall, the parlor was a room for the telling of fortunes. The woman at the table was not Miss Ives, but a hired woman from town, her fortunes daring and decadent. Low lights, and chairs around the table, the woman prophesied the strangest things for all to hear.

Theatricals were held in in the study, on a platform before Sir Malcom's impressive map. The performances were Grand Guignol in nature, with faux vampires feasting on innocent girls, pretend werewolves eating young lads, and much fake blood to go around in a room deliberately darkened and filled with the delighted screams of London's elite.

The grand staircase led to the upstairs halls, and the finely appointed rooms beyond, where none of the doors were barred for the evening. And surely the basement, with its darkness and random shackles, should have been locked for the evening, but it was not.

Apr. 1st, 2015


Log: Helena and Solas

Who: Solas and Helena (or Valentine and Cupid)
What: A lot of talking
Where: Thedas
When: ~ Fuzzy timelined, but currentish
Warnings/Rating: A brief conversation about sex, some feels, nothing too much.

I admit, speaking with you using the journals was much like speaking with a spirit. Sometimes, I wondered if you were one and were simply toying with me. They do that, from time to time. They are simple, confined to a single aspect, but are often playful and mischievous when it suits them. )

Mar. 16th, 2015



[The book has been filling in with words for days now, too long for it to be a vision or a trick, too varied and strange to be anything less than important. The hand is spidery and long, with hardly a drop of ink out of place.]

Automatic writing in reverse. How charming. I've never had letters from spirits before.

Mar. 12th, 2015


[Anonymously, public.]

What's the best thing you remember about your childhood?

Mar. 7th, 2015


evelyn t


Arlathasha, a moment of your time, if you can spare it.

Mar. 3rd, 2015



[Locked to Solas]


Mar. 2nd, 2015


[Filtered to Solas]

[Filtered message to Solas]

Ni hao, wo de pong yo. Dui bu qi. I am so sorry for what I did. I have thought and I see my error.

I am so sorry. May we speak again? Or was my offense to grand for any forgiveness? I will understand either way.

Feb. 18th, 2015


quicklog: mingmei and solas

Who: Mingmei and Solas
Where: Gatsby
What: Coping with humanity
When: Nowish.
Warnings: Body dysphoria and probably Solas being a jackass about humanity.

he didn't need to look in a mirror to know he wasn't right )

Feb. 17th, 2015


[locked: faust]

It seems I owe you a great debt, Faust. Ma serannas, da'len.

Feb. 15th, 2015


Wish: Solas

[At midnight, something goes missing out of Asgard's vault. Faust could have made something, debated making something that would offer Solas enough power to do what he needed, but the conversation with Loki cements it. And in the end, she doesn't even have to get into the vault to steal it.

The Tesseract is gone. There's enough consideration to take a containment box for it, made of wood and lined with stone so it can be handled safely. But as she does not know Solas' intentions to use it to make a portal, she does bring any of the devices that control the opening and destination of them. So sorry, Solas.

In its place, she leaves a glowing toy atop a note. It is not presumption to assume that someone wants something. Presumption comes when one assumes that they are the solution. XOXO.

As per his wish the desire demon, who's light on desire and not actually a demon, specifies that beyond Corypheus, the Tesseract's power cannot be used to harm anyone. [She doesn't trust you; don't take it personally, Solas.]

The aged wooden box holding the cube is there next to his head when he wakes up in the morning, along with a small note.

Happy Valentine's Day, Coyote.

- Faust.

Feb. 11th, 2015


Who: Evelyn and Solas
Where: Thedas, briefly Downton Abbey
What: Going to a world without magic or elves
When: Nowish.
Warnings: Some brief body dysphoria.

Perhaps they would need pants. Perhaps ballgowns. )

Feb. 4th, 2015



I am curious how so many cultures managed to decide the proper way to venerate a martyred religious figure was with chocolate and lingerie. Is this common?

Does this hotel press its will upon us often? It is most [...] disagreeable.

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