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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.
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She cut herself off. After all she'd been through back home, with the Rain of Fire and all of that shit, a part of her was genuinely amazed that she'd immediately defaulted back to assuming things like the internet still functioned and shaped society.
The City was no post-apocalyptic aftermath. But it still didn't have what she'd once considered a basic tool of survival, a necessity.
Fuck. They were going to have to kick this old school. Like her parents used to talk about. Like in 1980s sitcoms. "I guess a newspaper?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "They usually have those, uh, classified ads."
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Okay, he'll make a list and check that list against ads in the newspaper. Maybe this wasn't as daunting as he originally thought.
"You have been... very helpful." Spoken with a great deal of surprise, he'd learned early in life not to expect that from people.
"I can send-" He gestured to the plate she was holding with his wand to signify he wanted to send it to his room.
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Grace Yi had burned down that orphanage.
Shaking her head a little, she handed Regulus the plate. "It's cool," she said. "The magic. I mean, it's really fucking cool."
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He paused before sending off the plate.
"I... um... I'm on the fourteenth floor. I guess, if you-" Well, he didn't know if she'd want to know that. But this was probably the most positive interaction he'd had in this place so far and he thought, maybe, he wouldn't mind running into her again.
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While Sam knew she wasn't always the best with people, she also knew she needed them. It was the paradox of the Kindred. They were all crazy loners who needed each other. Or something more tactful and poetic.
Honestly, didn't seem all that different from humans. Give or take a tendency to chew on people, sometimes.
Besides, Regulus was...he was all right. At least, he wasn't some jackass who thought he knew the answer for everything. Obviously, he didn't. Sam could appreciate someone with the balls to admit it when he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.
...even if she had a hard time of it herself.