This'll teach me.

So, my laptop is having display issues. Normally I'd be able to handle them, but recently they've been getting to the point where they're so unpredictable that I've been having no time whatsoever to tackle them or save anything, even Lazarus won't do anything. Work and RP have been constantly interrupted due to my display issues, which blank out my screen and while the processor still runs, I have to force shut down, losing most of my work.

Which is ALSO why I've been dropping tags left, right and centre and I really, REALLY feel terrible about it, but I assure you it's not intentional and I would love to backdate if you guys don't mind ;; Until then, slowatus for:

Inoue Orihime | threadedstars
Megumi Yamamura | roseblooms

AND A SPECIAL APOLOGY TO JULES I WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE AN ENTRY FOR YOU THREE DAYS AGO SOB.


Please forgive my fail. D:

[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((There's no pause, nor hesitation. Cain's voice is certain and determined, but muffled as well, as though he's balancing his Network device between his shoulder and his ear. In the background are a few, very small mechanical sounds. ... And farther away still, the sounds of war.))

Fakir, I'm sure you're already standing guard over the opera house. Riff and I will too.

I admit, I'd expected all this to end last night. I kept watch from the roof and waited for midnight, but the fighting didn't end. So we may have to endure this for another day--and maybe even a third.

((There's are a few sharp metallic sounds--recognizable to some, perhaps, as bullets rattling against bullets.))

We prepared ourselves purposefully for this, you know, with those provisions.

If you're not keeping watch, you should go down to the basements. It's safest there, so long as one doesn't go down too deeply into the passageways. Stay near the surface, but keep yourself deep enough for shelter. It's served well enough before in fights and storms. And for heaven's sake, don't go out today. We'll keep the doors closed and bolted, and keep a watch on them. So far, none of the fighting seems very close. I've seen a few fights in the streets, but nothing more than that. The real fighting seems much farther out, but there's no reason to think it'll stay there.

There've been wars before here, I admit, but nothing like this. There were curses that made us think we were in the midst of war, and we've attacked one another enough times. We defended ourselves against the 'Stewards' once and, so I'm told, against the living dead another time.

((A dull, thundering sound--an explosion, perhaps, somewhere in the distance.

But I've never seen war amongst us ourselves in such a way. I saw the soliders marching by in the streets--scores of them. It's almost as though the visitors who swarm the City every so often have come back, but as soldiers, as armies following generals in the City, that's how many of them there seem to be.

((Small clicks as those rattling bullets are loaded, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... Then, a long silence...))

And where there are soldiers, there is war. And we're to use the opera house as a fortress once again.

((Another pause. Then a short, rueful laugh...))

Hah. I suppose some of you will think it amusing that I've so little to say this time. I've more important things to do today.

((A sharp click as he closes his revolver. And another sharp click as he turns off his Network device again.))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]

[ooc: He's not fighting in the war, but he's standing guard. Once again, sharpshooting from the roof! Also, I'd like to apologize for my intense fail recently. School has been putting me through the wringer, alas. But it's starting to get back under control, so I'll be kicking around more...I think |D It'll only be icky for another few days, at least. I still feel super distracted and a little "off" so bear with me please! I promise things are clearing up.]

I am finally fully back from the slow-atus to end all slow-atuses. So my activity will hopefully pick up again, though I shall still backdate a lot due to timezones and sleep at a sensible hour being very much needed. :<

Back in action with me is this Rin right here aka your trusty failavenger.

♥

When; Evening of Saturday, October 31 2009 ( Really back dated and in parts)
Rating; PG-R
Characters; Harold Saxon and Rose Tyler
Summary; Doctor bonding and mind raping.
Log; ( Chips & Tea )

If you have any questions or concerns for how I'm playing Doris Lang, please address me here. Comments are screened, and anon commentary is enabled.

Leon will be leaving the City today for a week so I can canon review for him and possibly canon update him to some time in Tales of Destiny 2. The decision is still pretty up in the air and dependent on if I can get in the mood to play all of ToD2. But canon updated or not, he'll be returning on Sunday the 15th.

Roommates, feel free to notice that Leon left Chaltier in the City when he left. Godmode rights and swordian ownership on Chal will go to Yuri until Leon returns. And don't mess up his corner, guys B|

This will also be a hiatus for me until that Sunday ♥

Uh right, when you haven't looked at your computer much at all in over a week, that's when you know. Hiatus for me for life, the universe, and me trying to figure out how I'm going to make my new job later this week work out schedule-wise. and I am so, so sorry for dropping all those tags on 4th wall. I had company from out of town show up earlier than I'd expected fjaklsdjf orz forever

This affects (and mod rights to):

Hikaru | redstrength: Still hanging around the City, working days at the orphanage. Umi, Mokona, and apartment mates have got her. If there's some social event that would make sense she'd be there, consider her there.

Minene | dartaccident: No modding rights, but she's plotting, deities. I'll get with you, mods, when I come back.

Rain | not_methuselah: Hanging out, destroying the shounen apartment. Apartment mates, take him, feel free to use any of those disasters I talked about.

Duo | mechaplanned: No one really gets rights to him, but he's around doing intel and being a nuisance. UH LOCKON AND SETSUNA, you can assume he went to that lunch if you guys want to assume that? idek what's been going on fjaskljdf

I'm going to say a week for me to get this stuff sorted out and try to be back in action around this time next week. If anyone has a question or something, I'm an email away (acagle[a]gmail.com). You guys have fun, see you again soon!

When; Sunday, November 8th (backdated)
Rating; PG-13 for evil? Violence?
Characters; Jadis [never_christmas] and Hotaru [alldevouring]
Summary; Come closer, little girl. All I need is one drop.
Log; ( Whenever she is raging she takes a life away; )

afewksd ahaha so uh. Who didn't see this coming?

I thought I could hang on to this guy for a bit more but stuff at work came up that's made it become really hard to keep up with a game as fast as Poly, especially with someone like Firo, and I couldn't keep him as active as I'd liked him to be. So! He'll be leaving the City and returning to his bros and Family back home. :"> Thank you so much to everyone who interacted with him during his stay, I really appreciate it! 8D That said:

friend remove camoerrista here or hover-click. :>

Hopefully that will allow me to focus more on my other two characters and be less. idk fail at Poly in general jadks. <3

When; Evening of Sunday, November 8 2009
Rating; PG-13 at the very worst. There are children present.
Characters; Konata, apartmentmates, any of her friends/acquaintances who want to come.
Summary; A small party at Kona's place. Games, anime and Pocky.
Log; ( Konata had planned a party to cheer up her friends... )

Okay, you know when you've got week-old tags you just can't manage to answer, you need a teensy break from a character. Add to that the fact that my RL is absolutely insane and, well... yeah. So my sincerest apologies to those I left hanging.

That being said, Deb's gonna leave the City for a bit. Effective this morning, she was MIA and up in the Hall of the Missing.

But, she will be back. I just don't have the energy right now.

On the same basic topic, even though they're still in the City and in play right now, if tags from Wilson and Todd go spotty or slow, please bear with me~? I'm just trying to graduate next month. XD

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Rae.

CHI AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED.

Okay not really. Or not yet. But I am back. I've been backtagging around a bit, but if I've missed something you want me to hit, please let me know! And I want to know what's been going on, if I've missed something important.

Everyone is off autopilot and Syaoran will be coming back into the City either tomorrow or maybe Tuesday. There will be a post of course.

So yes, Yuuko, Syaoran, and Gwendolen are back and up to old tricks.

So as of yesterday and today, Lockon, Setsuna, Tieria, Saji, and Anew are all going around posting up and handing out these flyers in the Square.

( The flyer, IC! )

What does this mean for you OOCly? Well, Celestial Being is essentially creating a support team for helping to deal with curses. If your character is the civic-minded sort, they might want to get involved. Or they can just mock the efforts--it's up to you, of course.

None of this, of course, will put an end to the curses; it's more aimed at giving characters things to do during and about them. In other words, it's just characters doing what they can to establish some order in the chaos of the City, while knowing all the while that there will still be plenty of that chaos. Drop a line here if you have characters who'd be interested--or just go ahead and post about it IC! I know a lot of characters are already doing some of these things individually; we're just trying to open up some more CR and RP opportunities with it.

Yep, this is all mod-approved. And yes, "Curse Brigade" is a terrible name. It was thought up by a man who thought "Lockon Stratos" was a cool codename.

So this is awkward! I took a hiatus to reorganize my work schedule and ended up getting... more work. Bottom line is under this schedule, I can't find time for Poly even with only one character, so I'm going to be bowing out for now. It's been a blast playing with you all and if things calm down again (possibly after New Years) then I might be back. But for now...

friend remove is_paranoid @ admin console or hover-click

9-10; War of the Worlds
The armies have assembled! Citizens who have been in wars will find themselves drafted into an army or supplied with soldiers from their own world to do their bidding. Whether that bidding is for better or worse is really up to what lies in the heart of the citizen isn't it? They must decide what they're fighting for and quickly because chances are there's probably someone else who has a takeover on the brain, and there is much to take over. The sea around the City has receded considerably, granting more land upon which battles may occur, and the Deities don't seem to care who'll win. [Deaths that result from this curse are exempt from City!Death. Destruction of parts of the forests, beaches, fields, and the mountain are allowed, however the urban area of the City including main buildings (the twelve apartment complexes, the Hospital, the Academy, etc.) are off limits to fighting. They can be patrolled and small skirmishes can erupt on the streets but homes and buildings will not be destroyed. NPC soldiers are granted as platoons of 30 soldiers per 1 character who has held a leadership position in their canon. When the curse is over, the terrain left by the receding sea will revert to their unharmed forms (because no one likes a blood stained field) and stay as permanent fixtures of the game. Yes, the island is getting bigger. There will be a post in poly_tldr with more information for players to organize cast-related armies and plot battles if they wish!]

As promised, here's a post where players may put troops together, share information on the canon types of soldiers their character has, formulate scheming agendas and what not.

( here are guidelines to keep in mind )

There was a vampire who had found something close to happiness in his life. Perhaps not true happiness, but something close to it.

That vampire has awakened somewhere strange and now finds himself in a cafe seated at this computer, writing out his actions. Somewhere in his mind there are flickering memories that haunt him, of this city, of people here, of curses and angels and even of Belle Morte.

He knows this is madness, but he cannot stop himself, nor stop the wisps of remembrance that dance along the edges of his mind.

[ooc: A fair bit of urple ahoy. It's a genre thing.]

Lord Cain Hargreaves, Earl of Hargreaves, was again at his Network device. It had been a quiet morning, which was a mercy, even if there was, obviously, a curse with which to contend. However, as it hadn't transformed anyone into animals, cast anyone's soul out as an animal, set any mad animals loose in the City, nor any of the other millions of maladies curses so often wrought, it could be fairly easily ignored. A quiet morning and a mild curse were blessings in a place like the City.

But for all the peace and quiet he might enjoy, his mind was not entirely at rest. Cain had in his nature a somewhat unfortunate tendency to brood. It was not immediately apparent, at least not to those who met him when he wanted most to be met: at parties, in parks, on certain streets or boulevards. But he still carried it, and little wonder if one knew the whole of his life. But he said little of that and was asked less, and that was how he would keep matters. For those who knew his father, it might be said that it was something in the blood, but that was a blood tie Cain resented, as he did with all ties he strained against with his father.

Still, he was keeping to himself purposefully, and had since early Friday morning. Since he now had reason to fear retribution for the revels and bonfires of two days ago for which it was now clear that he was, at least in part, responsible, he thought it might be best if he were to keep a low profile. It was a practical matter more than anything. Retribution by the 'deities' (which was a sorry stop-gap name for them, and he insisted on using it only as the nearest shorthand for whatever those creatures really were), if it were to come, would likely be wretched and long-lived. Of course they knew who it was who had played rabble-rouser in the days before the bonfires. And now everyone knew who had suggested making effigies for the bonfires in the likenesses of the 'deities'--indeed, more than suggesting it, he had helped to carry it out. He had been bold behind his mask, almost uncharacteristically. He was bold by nature too, but he was no rabble-rouser. An idea had occurred to him, and the opportunity had presented itself. Perhaps he had only been carried away by it.

But it had still been a bright thing to see those figures burned.

Then, of course, there was the inevitable end to the curse. Such an end is a mercy most times. But the other associated troubles, the revelation of who, exactly had said what where on the Network, would pose a problem. The disappearance of the masks had been less so. A great part of the City was walking around the fires, so what difference would it make who was there? But when the call went up that names were then attached again to the things said, as they were attached to things done, he had decided, or perhaps realised, even as the clocks were chiming midnight that night of the bonfires--though who could hardly hear the clocks over the roar of the fires and the shouts and songs around them?--that it would serve him best to keep to himself for a few days thereafter. He would only attend to the things most necessary to do: he would see to the cafe, he would attend to anything in the opera house, he would send Riff on errands here and there, and he would quietly wash the scent of smoke and ashes out of his clothing.

The fires had been beautiful though, in that fierce way that fires have. There is always something primordial and frightening about them. It is easy to see why some would say Hell itself is full of nothing but fire. All the figures around them were made of smoke and shadows, and the fire burned hot and relentlessly before them all. But above it were the lights and glitter that were half stars and half sparks. The stars too burned brightly and hotly, and the fire answered them, throwing up sparks of its own to match. In that distance, in that sharing of light to light, the yellow stones of the stars and the orange jewels of the fire, there was quiet.

It had struck him the next day that the sheer number of fires he'd witnessed in his own time should have made him reconsider lighting bonfires in the midst of the City. He was no arsonist. He, and anyone with sense, knew well not to risk destroying one's own house in the pursuit of beauty or light or heat. And he could not easily forget the fires that consumed the crooked house in which he'd found Merry, and those same fires that consumed too the crooked little girl who lived there. There were too many fires, and too many fires in too many patterns at that. He would forever see Merry's face across the flames, smeared with soot and afraid. He would forever remember the fireworks and the explosions in the middle of a carnival, like a war in a courtyard, making scorched ruins out of new-built towers and terraces. These places soaked with blood and smeared with ashes would not soon be healed. They would linger like scars, like the scarred memories he carried in his mind.

But he was removed from all that here, if that was any comfort. All of that was held in waiting, attending on his arrival. He could fairly see it in his mind the day he'd return. In his mind's eye, it was something like a train pulling away from a station, or like a stone tossed from bridge. The train moves slowly at first, then gains speed until it is clear that speed is the only thing it has ever known. The stone seems to hang in midair for a moment before dropping, faster and faster into the river below. So he imagines his return: he was find himself back in his own time, and his time will rush to catch up with him and carry him off again. And he will be glad to go, even to such a war as the one to which he knows he must return. A tallying of the days, as he has always kept in his journal, proves that it has now been two years and six months and a handful of days since the City first drew him in, and he is hastily drawing upon the anniversary of his one, only, and very brief visit home. Perhaps it was a favour or a joke of the City to send him home for the span of time in which his birthday would have fallen in the City. Of course he was nowhere near that in his own time, nor was it even in his mind. But there was a knot in that: what age was he?

And that was a thought to entertain idle hours--idle hours of which he had too many these recent days. There is a tedium and a nervousness to lying in hiding and in wait. He has endured it before, whether it be because the City is under attack, because of a curse, or because of one of the once various and dangerous enemies--the ones who forced all those who lived in the opera house to make it less a place for music than a fortress. But it has served well, and he has grown accustomed to waiting.

There is, really, little else to do in the City besides wait: one waits for a curse to end, one waits for the next curse to begin, and one waits to return home. And the waiting is, of course, no easier for one than for any of the others.

And so, as he had done often in idle hours or for entertainment (for the City lacked a great deal), he turned again to the Network, reading, observing, for there is no study more involving than the study of one's fellow man.

~C.

[ooc: MY TL;DR IS THE MOST TL;DR OF ALL TIME. OF ALL TIME. MY TL;DR PWNS YOU ALL. We're going as florid and Victorian and 19th century novel as we can today~]