War Is Coming RPG.

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky plus NPC guy
When: Late morning of 20 January 2012
Where: Cafe in Lawrence
What: I've given up knowing what these two will do. Plan Humanize Anatoly?
Rating: Shouldn't be high

( Were Americans really so crass? Really? )

Who: Florence and Freddie and people there to see it.
What: Silly boy, Woman who, I should not have let walk out
Where: Complex Lobby
When: Half an hour after his comm post
Rating: Low with a chance of sappy
Status: In Progress

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky
When: Now! (Sept 30 after midnight)
Where: Svetlana's apartment
What: Damage control
Warnings: Angst after all that has happened in the past two weeks
Status: Complete

( If you need to crash, then crash and burn you're not alone )

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky
What: Awkward talks of awkward? Or avoidance. It can go either way with these two.
When: Tonight
Where: Svetlana's apartment.
Rating: Should be low.
Status: Complete


( Oh you were once that someone who I followed like a star, then suddenly you changed and now I don't know who you are. )

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky plus NPC!children
What: Clearly watching PBS while sick is a good plan. What could possibly go wrong? It's not like they showed that one musical on it or something...
When: Tonight
Where: Svetlana's apartment.
Rating: Low
Warnings: Angst, good god, the angst. The Russian angst will eat you all.

( I'm learning things I didn't want to know )

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky plus NPC!thugs and NPC!Children
What: Anatoly can apparently realize that things are wrong and help Svetlana and thus confuse her
When: Tonight
Where: An alley way and then the complex
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, attempted sexual assault. Anti-Russian/Immigrant sentiments. And Russians. Obviously Russians make it bad. >.>


( She wasn't leaving her daughters. Not here. Not like this. )

Who: Anatoly and Elle
What: Anatoly is wandering and thinking.
When: Right now!
Where: Just outside the complex for starters
Warnings: TBA

( Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all )