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iterumrp2023-07-01 12:31 am
iterumadmin) wrote in iterumrp2023-07-01 12:31 am
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.
Magneto; OTA
He moves through the crowd, clocking familiar faces, noting them, waiting to see if they recognize him....
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Being attentive to detail is also a skill she has (it's important when you spend some time as an assassin and halfway spy-type), and she can see a flash of recognition in his face when he sees her. She makes her way to his direction, resting her nearly-empty glass of drink on a table on the way over. “You have no fucking idea how glad I am to see a face of a friend that shows recognition when they see me.” It's felt like a breath she keeps holing that gets slowly released when this happens. Which hasn't been a lot so far. And then she moves to give him a hug; it's worth the risk (people have probably gotten a concussion at best for trying), ha.
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"Are you coming back to the department?"
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And then a slight pause, before: “All your family got back here okay, right?”
and here is hot mess #2
While he's moving around, she's going the opposite direction he is. Back to the snacks, because her brother is a terrible influence and made her hungry for more snacks. She almost bumps into him, in the process. “Oh, sorry. Too laser focused on snacks.” Ha.
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But after passing the man a second time to fill his plate again, it clicked.
"Wait- You knew my cousin. Cissa- Narcissa Black."
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"...Yes. She worked for me." But they were closer than that. She looked up to him. She looked after him.
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"At a festival booth- the first time we were here." He sort of trailed off at the end there. Something about Erik (probably his height?) intimidated Regulus.
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"I do. Cissa taught me many things herself. Our families were very close." And she was the closest one in age to him (save his brother - considering how very much Sirius didn't want to claim the relationship, it might be safe to just count him out for now).
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He also seems to recognize Erik, so at least they won't have to have that conversation. "I was wondering if you were here."
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She is a strong woman, however. She can be polite in the face of jackassery. It's what she does.
So when she sees him a peculiar half-smile crosses her face as though she is straining. Look what the cat dragged in! No, Kate. Be polite. Be the bigger person! You can do it.
"Oh, you're back too?"
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