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Entry tags:
- !event,
- * magistrate: anakin skywalker,
- aiden knight,
- andrew jaeger,
- bardock,
- caleb widowgast,
- clint barton,
- damien brenks,
- devi d,
- erik lehnsherr,
- harley quinn,
- kate cordello,
- kosem sultan,
- leon kennedy,
- lorna dane,
- michael morbius,
- peter maximoff,
- regulus black,
- samantha moon,
- sara lance,
- sirius black
Arrival Mingle
Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.
The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.
The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.
The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.
The Tower
While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.
The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.
While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.
The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.
The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.
The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.
The Tower
While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.
The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.
While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.
<3
This one wasn't like that old Malkavian, but something much younger, but closer.
"I was a hematologist, studied the genetic mutations of the blood, and blood-borne illnesses. I have a few other fields, but that is the big one. Interested in science?"
no subject
Her colored eyebrows rose in interest and surprise.
"Holy shit, so like. Real Science. I am, actually. Interested. But not in the traditional paths. I like the sciences of magic. Which, I know - kind of an oxymoron, but it all comes from someplace. From something. How many variations of 'something' is what remains to be seen. I've already seen one Root of All Magic. And it was fucking terrifying but ooh what a ride."
no subject
"Yes, my first love." He chuckled when he said it. "I'd be happy to share once I find something to work one. And I get the sciences of magic, I am not as closed-minded as some. One can't be when they are on a team with Dr. Strange and the Ghost Rider." He took a drink after he said that. The Midnight Sons were an interesting group. "Strange is a doctor proper, and the most powerful magic user in our world." He explained. "Always quite the ride."
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But she tilts her head and blinks as he goes on. "You don't mean like. The comic guys, right?" Holy shit, had she met someone else out of print? Finally? She wasn't going to dwell on it in case he was Weird about it.
"I'm sure you'll find a place here and if you don't find it, I'm sure you can make it. Everything else about this town is thought and brought up from nothing, and Science is ever a creative kinda endeavor. Ask your local Magistrate. Where'd you get thrown, anyway? Who's your next step up in line?"