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[Little Jinxy Loo Who had just wanted to find some excitement.

Instead, she found her way to town extremely blocked and no train ticket in sight. So she might have lost her temper a little bit.

Now her hand hurts.

That's just not cool, yo :|

Stomping out of walls and kicking innocent statues is totally the answer to this problem.]

1 can of cherry coke

[there was a reason they called it the graveyard shift - nobody was there but the dead people. Jon had always preferred it that way, and he'd had a pretty productive night... even if work in the second-smallest city in Connecticut wasn't exactly jumping. it was still good work, and steady work - everybody died, after all - and even if it was 3 am by the time he got to his apartment door, it was a good time to come home. he pulled off his leather jacket and swung the door open without even really thinking about it....]

Run for the hills, Dammit! The gestapo returns! You better not have got in the trash again, you little fuzzy bast--

[as the rest of you already know, this is not his apartment. it's the tower lobby, which is decidedly more spacious and less cluttered.]

WhaFUCK?

[come say hi to the squishy new redheaded human in his white blazer and jeans? you know you want to]

MINGLING POST

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]

[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

001 - At the crossroads one more time

[When he wakes, he's still only half-aware. Sprawled on the bed, one arm strewn over the empty mattress at his side, his first thought is that Salem had gotten up, for some reason. Blearily, he peeked open an eye to see if she was still in the room. And, for a moment, the only hint that something was off was the vague sense of uneasiness in his stomach. But it nagged enough for him to keep staring, trying to piece together what was off.

Slowly, the wrongness began to take shape. The empty bed was cold. The covers were undisturbed. The furniture, impersonal and empty, didn't make up the familiar sillouhettes that made up their quarters in their cramped apartment. And, as he propped himself up, a low growl starting in his throat, even the smell was wrong.

She wasn't here.

Here wasn't here. Or, at least, it wasn't where it should be.

He doesn't speak to the grimmoire. It doesn't even occur to him that there would be one to speak to. In seconds, he's up on his feet and stalking into the halls, his bare feet practically silent against the floor. With his teeth bared--fangs showing--and no sunglasses to hide his pale, wolfish eyes, there's no question that he is neither human nor remotely happy.

Hello, Accord]

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!:knocrye

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[ There is a thump, a gasp, and the clicking of heels. Someone just literally materialized in a wispy white glow right in the middle of the lobby, leaves falling from her clothes and hair.

Well, that certainly wasn't as intended.

She stumbles a little, momentarily disorientated, sharp eyes glancing around the room without really seeing. Give her a moment and she'll realized where she... landed.

Hi guys, how's life? ]

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!:krista kingsley

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[there's a gangly-looking black cat somewhere on the forth floor of the tower. its spending most of it's time scratching and meowing obnoxiously at the door of room 402 (and staying as far away as it can from room 410), but sometimes it gives up and flops down pathetically in the middle of the hallway and just sort of lays there.

anyone with a particularly good magic sense might be able to tell that the cat is actually Krista, transformed into a cat with magic. to everyone else... there's just a woeful, passive-aggressive cat making noise in the hallway.]

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!:sandrine michaels

t.w.o

[She's still in the clothes she arrived in, though she's taken the advantage of being able to wash them so at least they're clean. This was, of course, after she'd ventured out into the city to plumb the depths of allies and dumpsters in order to collect materials to make goods to sell so she would have money for clothes and food.]

[It was a very practiced ritual of hers.]

[So now she's got a blanket (dumpster behind a home goods store) spread out with some cuff bracelets and woven wire necklaces that she'd been working on diligently for the first few days. Even as she sits patiently waiting for customers, she's got her hands busy wrapping feathers and bones into the wire and gear framework of a larger wrist cuff.]

[Dictated into the grimorie, which she's got laid open by her side,] So this whole gears and steam aesthetic ... it was pretty popular in my world among the more financially endowed. I never had the means for it, so it's interesting to be able to experiment with it here on a limited income.

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!:euridice taverna

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[Euri has ventured out of her room tonight, though she's on a very specific mission. She's immediately heading to the conservatory with a bag slung over one shoulder and some pruning shears. Hoping the place is empty she'll start methodically picking through the flora, occasionally stopping to crouch down and make some cuttings that get shoved into her bag.

Despite spending all that time out past the city she doesn't look too different - no tan, back in some shorts and a shirt she found in her tower room. The biggest change is her hair - instead of a ponytail she's simply weaved some flowers in her hair, which has gotten longer.

As she works Euri has a determined expression on her face. She wants to get in and out as fast as possible, so that she doesn't have to deal with... anyone, really.]

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come at me bro

[ So being allowed to into the kitchen when his mind's still not 100% back to the way it used to be after his revive was probably not a good idea, even with Cian's supervision. He's got vague recollections of memory at best, all the nostalgia in the world...and the desire to cook something because he is so sure he knows how to do this.

Unfortunately confidence and ability are two different things and it looks like the cast;e hasn't quite fixed everything all up the way it ought to be--he's sort of rifling through the cupboards aimlessly and more or less just putting piles of unsorted ingredients in pots. ]

Ah....

[ yeah he's still not to big on the whole talking thing yet. BABY STEPS. ]

[ ooc; FINALLY AN ADEL POST...sob..... his babysitter for the day is Cian C8 so expect comments from both since Adel is so useless on his own right now skgs ]

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Woof

What, you're all still here?

[There happens to be two people outside the tower right now, though one of them is immediately heading inside because even though they're back after months god-knows-where she still isn't ready to deal with other people yet. So that leaves one tall, attractive guy hanging out in front with his grimoire.]

I'm surprised. I thought you kids would have left by now.

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[since everyone's been kind of chatty lately, Krista figures she might as well speak up too. and by 'speak up', I mean say something in that quiet, whisper-y voice of hers.]

So I, uh, went looking for a way out of here. More of that dream-magic stuff that I do. Didn't find anything, though. I feel like there should be a path out, you know, but it's like the whole thing just... goes in circles.

And the people in that city sure aren't helping. Most people just look at me like I'm crazy or whatever. Which I guess makes sense. Magic kidnapping towers do sound pretty crazy.

[a sigh.] I just feel like I've been here forever. Kinda wish whatever brought us here would hurry up and give us a clue or, I dunno, a boss fight. I'd even take a quest, at this point.

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[ tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap tap, thunk.

Boy does someone sound painfully bored right now: ]

I dreamt we all drowned in a river of blood. That fire burned the Tower and it bled like a bitch.

[ A suffering sigh. ]

But then Robin came out of fucking nowhere and kicked me in the head.

[ For the record? His mind is a very special place. Even he doesn't understand what the fuck is going on in it half the time. ]

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o.n.e

[An open grimorie, of battered leather with a bone clasp, records a sharp gasp as Sandrine wakes up.]

[She didn't remember going to sleep, she certainly didn't remember going to sleep someplace this fancy. This immediately puts her on her guard, and she's shifting out of the bed with a rustle of sheets and a light padding of worn shoes as she's going around to check the room. Her main concerns are whose room is it, where is it, is there anything she can use in it, and can she get out without anyone noticing? It's not until she finally stops and pulls a curtain aside to look outside that she realizes she's quite a bit more lost then she originally thought.]

This isn't Boise.

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[on this fine day, Monster has decided to play with all of the toys he's been gathering up! his door is wiiiide open, though some of his things have been dragged out into the hallway. a teddy bear with a missing limb, a roller skate, some books that have various levels of bloody little fingerprint smears on them.

Monster himself is humming (telepathically, of course) in his room. surrounded by all the bizarre, nostalgic things he's collected up, his main focus seems to be on disassembling an old tricycle. shape-shifting his fingers to undo bolts and playing around with all the individual parts. this is probably not how you use a tricycle.

whoops! one of the wheels just rolled out into the hall too. C:]

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mingle-y post!!!

[ It is getting to be evening times now, so it's not super super hot out, just pleasantly warm and still kind of bright. Indoors or outdoors, there are probably enough things to do and enough people out and about to have fun or...harassment is fine too. ]

{ ooc; mingle post! make a comment, tag other people's comments, s'all good! }

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◙ 04

[it's taken him a little bit, but he can move again. Enough to stand, slowly walk, carefully wash his face and arms in the sink. He can't quite manage the task of getting a shirt on over his head, but he's cold and doesn't feel like showing off the extensive mural of bruises and healing wounds on his torso, so he settles with bunching a sheet around his shoulders.

And he has a question. It's an important one; he can't be the only one thinking about it. Who knows, maybe someone has figured out an answer by now. And if not? ...He'll settle for hearing guesses.

So, silently, a few words scrawl themselves in very neat script across the page--]

'Why are you here?'

[and then, steeling himself and clutching the sheet around his shoulders with one hand, bracing himself carefully against the railing with the other, he hobbles his way down the stairs in the Hideout. He's heading toward the couches in the main room-- those really comfortable ones. It's been a little while since he's been able to hang out in them]

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☢ 06 ☢

[it's taken her months of work... first getting the player, then scrounging around for batteries, and a long fruitless search for CDs in the city. Finally, after a genius piece of advice, she has everything she's been looking for.

Anyone with an open grimoire will get treated to this triumph in the middle of the night, in the form of some very loud... grating... music?]

Goddamn, this is better, isn't it? I've missed this so bad. [she's flipping through most songs before they're even halfway through. She doesn't have the patience to listen to whole songs right now--too wired, too excited with her new toy]

This place needs more music and less... fucked up shit. ...Seriously, what is it with dead people coming back to life around here? Is that the new 'thing' now?

[oh, actually, that gives her an idea. She switches to a new song and rocks out for a minute. Sorry to anyone who might have tried to shut their journal by now but lives on the second floor. She's sitting in the doorway of the room she never uses, CDs scattered all around her, music blasting into the hallway]

I mean, don't get me wrong. It can have its perks... [she gives one of those huhuhu laughs that usually follow dirty inside jokes. Hi, Gabe.] ...But it's mostly just fucking stupid.

...And, speaking of stupid, some bleeding heart should probably come check on the loser in 204. Don't think he wants me as a babysitter.

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Bounty; $010

( CUT FOR TL;DR )

Ghh--aaaah! Haaa, a-aaah, haaa--!

[ Breathing. He needs to breathe--the realization hits him like a sack of bricks. He's sucking in breath after breath of ragged air, and it feels almost uncomfortable compared to...before? What was before? What's now? And then he's...coughing? Yes, that's what it is--he's coughing loudly and wetly, rolling over onto his side and trying to make sense of everything.

There's solidity beneath him; something tangible and soft but it feels so rough on his clumsy, unpractised hands that he can't even get a grip on it. He tries to crack his eyes open and at first, everything is a blur of colour and he can't make sense of any of it. Reds, golds, dark greens and blacks--everything comes together to paint a smudged picture his mind doesn't recognize and it's horrendously disorienting.

Where is he? What's going on?? He tries to push himself up and finds that suddenly, his body feels feather-light. For a brief second he's floating--and then he hits another solid surface much harder than the...bed? Yes, he was on a bed--so this must be the floor then. God, everything aches.... It feels like he hasn't used his body in weeks. Maybe even longer than that, he thinks belatedly as he struggles to push himself upright. The more he moves the more stiffness begins to leave his limbs, until it's only the ache in his joints and the fog in his head keeping him from standing perfectly upright.

He needs to get out of here, he thinks--needs to find...who? Is he looking for someone? he can barely remember as he stumbles forward, out of the room and into the Tower's halls. ]

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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

( Euri )

( Gabriel & Tabby )

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

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one

[ Well, this is confusing, no one expects to suddenly be in a tower. Especially when they were supposed to be checking the supply closet. In a place that was not in a tower. (He's not much a fan of towers, too many stairs.)

So for now, he'll take a seat on the stairs, so anyone coming or going will be finding a strangely sheep-horned person there, cane resting next to him. ]

...now, this isn't right at all.

[ How confusing. Come harass the newbie. ]