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Okay. First thing? Don't drink Strawberry Hill. That shit is disgusting. Lesson? Learned.

Second thing, I was thinking. What are Gods... Or I guess God like where everyone else is from? 'Cause a couple people have said different things and they're kind of a big deal. ...Unless you don't think they exist, then I guess it's really not that important.

See, where I'm from, I guess they're kind of these hive-mind beings that live up in temporal space and just sorta create shit for the fun of it. Most people think they're the, uh, masters of the universe. With the grand plan, and all that. But there are also people who just think they're kind of a bunch of dicks, since they apparently created Gratia and then made a bunch of people to babysit it for them while they're off having magical cosmic adventures or whatever.

And I guess a lot more people don't believe in 'em anymore. Makes sense. It's not like anyone's ever seen them, except con artists and crazy people. And the first is lying. And the second is crazy.

[there's a scooting sound and a meow from somewhere next to him. ;3;]

What, already? Where's your other food? [...] You did not. You're made of bones. It's that cat down the hall, isn't it...

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Nov. 13th, 2011 05:07 pm
[identity profile] birdmetaphor.livejournal.com
Goodness. I leave for two weeks and suddenly I've got half a dozen new neighbors. It's enough to make a guy feel like a stranger. Hah--I look forward to meeting you all, one way or another.

And as everyone has no doubt noticed, wishing things up with magic isn't much of an option anymore... but there is a bright side. The city on the other side of the tram has all the works--functioning society, class differences, people that look at you funny if you act like a psychopath in public. It's fun.

Here's the deal: we've got small fry, mob bosses, murderers, even rumors of monsters in the less reputable parts of town. Back home, I was an... well, information broker would be the closest term, I think. I helped head this organization called the Stray Dogs. It was a collective of people with applicable skills who would go out and take on whatever jobs the police would hand over. A lot of bounty hunting. Sometimes they go solo, sometimes they team up, but whenever they take down a mark and get paid, the money's distributed to he group and everyone gets paid. Get enough people doing that, especially with some kind of support structure behind them? It'll bring in pretty good earnings, and keep everyone in steady work.

[it's a little more complex and slightly less legal than that, but hey.]

If anyone's interested in that sort of thing, let me know. We can discuss whatever you think needs discussing. I've got a whole pile of leads to start on, so I'm sure we could find something that fits.

Filter to Michael )

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Nov. 13th, 2011 04:39 am
[identity profile] princeofwhores.livejournal.com
This place needs a bit of touching up. Some lanterns, silk pillows and incense and it might even be passable. We are rather impressed by the architecture, though. We don't suppose we can meet the creator?

If you bring us some wine and women, we'll overlook the fact that you have kidnapped us. Especially if they're pretty.

[There's a green-haired man lounging in a couch on the first floor, dressed in the finest fabrics and covered from head to toe in gold and precious stones. He seems pretty chill about the fact that he's in the Tower... though that might change.]

oo1

Nov. 5th, 2011 03:51 am
[identity profile] dementimancy.livejournal.com
Am I ... ?

[a pause as she feels over the pages of the grimoire and looks around]

It's beautiful. But it's not my room. [a pause] It's not my room. It'snotmyroomit'snotmyroomit'snotmyroom ...

[and then she starts giggling hysterically. ohhh my lord]

I'm out! I'm free!

[she'll be kicking open the door to her room and twirling joyously down the halls]
[identity profile] challengesworld.livejournal.com
[When you are an angel who has yet to entirely catch up with human invention, many things are completely mysterious to you. Like teapots, or telenovelas, or comic books. Angels didn't need stuff like that, but Cheriour decided that if he is going to be here, he is going to learn all he can about these things.]

Um, hello. Yes. I have some important questions. You see, I found some things in the city, and I want to know what exactly what their purpose is. I'm not terribly well informed on inventions, and people are the best source of information, so, erm, here I go.

First of all, umbrellas. What a strange name. Um-brell-las. Brelly-ums. Erm, what do they do? Are they weapons? Because I stabbed a chair in the tower with one, it's pretty sharp...but why do you need the cloth for it? I don't get it.

Second, what do you do with those weird blowing things that you often find in bathrooms? The ones that spew hot air in your face. Are they used for cooking? Like, if you hold one over food, it gets it hot. But why would you cook in a bathroom...?

And last but not least, please elucidate the meaning of this very odd thing I found on the bathtub yesterday.

[There's a squeaking noise.]

What is the purpose of having a small yellow rubber duck?

[Today's derpiest angel brought to you by Things-That-Don't-Make-Sense-In-Cheriour's-Head.]

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