Event Log: May

[moustre]

Event Log: May, Moving Day

I. GATHERING The morning of the 15th is heralded by the sing-song voice of The Coven's coimeadai sidhe Nerissa Bell ringing through the hallways, seemingly unimpeded by the heavy doors or any silencing spells that have been placed in rooms. She asks that all those who arrived at the beginning of the month - not the new inductees, the ones from The Looking-Glass House - gather in The Coven's main room; she has some exciting and important news to deliver. Once everyone is gathered, Nessie (very much a morning person, and sorry to the anyone who isn't) grins and lays a hand on her chest. "Thanks to a good bit of your lot, we've managed to get things ready in record time - aye, I should start out with what I'm talking about, aren't I? Well, well - with the Parliament's permission, thank goodness for my Mhairi's sharp wit, we've managed to get a space for all you to live in outside of The Coven. You can still come and attend classes or talk to all of us, 'course, but everyone's been getting a bit itchy with such suddenly crowded quarters, aye?" Aye aye, calls some poor, tired student from the second floor as they pass through, and Nessie pauses with a slow blink before she laughs, shaking her head. "Anyway, gather your things if you have any and follow me. Or us," she corrects herself, as a few other Witches seem to materialize from nowhere. "Can't be out without a couple of friends, I suppose." As soon as everyone's ready, Nessie and her entourage lead them out of the courtyard, aglow with fresh flowers and the soft light of dawn peeking between the clouds. The spot they've managed to get isn't too far from The Coven proper, and it doesn't look much different than the rest of the Aristocratic District that it resides in - the only thing that sets it apart is the sign Nessie takes a moment to conjure up and hang with balls of light between two streetlamps. The Haven. "Named so as a respite for all you refugees," she explains as she turns around; she sets her hands on her hips, gazing out at the crowd, and gives them a small smile. "I can't stay and chat right now - Mhairi's still with Parliament even with the hours, and I've got things to get in order at the Coven still - but if you have need of either of us, we'll be in contact. We've a little mailbox set up in front of the Coven just for you lot, so just drop us a letter or some such with one of our names or both, and we'll be right quick about answering, we will. Within reason," Nessie adds, laughing a little, "'course, within reason. Anyway, find some familiar faces and have a lovely time, will you?" With that, and a few more little goodbyes, Miss Nerissa Bell takes her leave; half of her Witches disappear with her, but the other half remain to help keep an eye on things as the day progresses and to help with directing people to either houses or the barracks set against the Wall. While there will be no NPC threads this time - sorry! - we have opened up an NPC Inbox! You can find it here. While they definitely prefer letters, they do both have watches now like cool moms and can be contacted through that as well, provided they aren't busy at the time.

II. THE HAVEN Formerly part of the Aristocratic District, The Haven is just as well-kept and brightly-lit as the district it hails from. The houses err on the tall and ornamental-side, large enough to fit several families (or, according to the upper class, their one family, several dozen servants, and guests), especially closest to the Aristocratic District. They become a little more modest and smaller as one gets away from the realm of high society and nearer to the Residential District proper. Newcomers are shuffled here and invited to find somewhere to live - the Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in an program implemented by the Parliament, though if your character wishes to have anything extra - like maids, chefs, and so on - they'll have to pay for them themselves with their own earned money. Much of the landscape and fixtures are the same as in the Aristocratic Districts, though it lacks formal emergency services due to its roots as part of a district that already did. Much of the housing already has furnishing due to the speed at which homeowners were relocated; they were given enough time to collect their valuables, but standard furniture such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind for those moving in. Other houses appear the same, but the dust on the floors suggest these houses were left before the new arrivals even showed up - a reminder that the Cwyld can strike just about anyone, regardless of standing. Some may be familiar with this portion of Aefenglom already, as they took on the task of helping to clean the area up. Surprise, one could say; they were preparing their own future homes, for their stay in the city. However, another portion of this district has been opened up to the new arrivals: the barracks, the row of buildings pressed against the very edge of the Bright Wall. As the city's military force no longer has the same presence it previously did, the barracks have gone into disuse, and a cleanup effort has been in place since before the new arrivals came through the Looking-Glass House. For those who desire something a little less opulent, the barracks might just be the answer. The barracks can also be used for business, for a welcome center, a communal space, for anything that the residents of the Haven see fit to use it for - so long as the legality isn't questionable, on the surface. Not everyone is so happy, however. A very vocal group of younger rich people are set on harassing and bullying those moving into The Haven, and they aren't afraid to use a little magic to do it. Levitation, fake fire, real fire, sudden weather shifts, and threats to do more if they don't find somewhere else to live are all present - these aristocrats don't care for the new people butting into their lives, especially anyone who looks distinctly non-human or already have signs of their Monster traits coming in. There are others, though, who are quite pleased to have new neighbors - many of them weren't so happy with their other ones - and have set up little stalls to peruse and tables to sit at to help foster them in. These have everything from food to flowers, to expensive-looking trinkets and jewelry on them - the people running them are quite amiable, especially closer to the Residential District proper, and don't mind handing these out for free... or mostly free. The only thing they'll ask of any characters wishing to procure something from their gifts is to perform a trick - sort of like a one-man talent show. They aren't picky, and as long as a character does their best, they'll give them a gift. (Or someone with quick fingers could just swipe them off, given how unprotected they are, but that person will find their hands turning red and leaving similarly-colored marks on everything they touch, as if dipped in paint.)

III. AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES To help with filling up the larger houses - and even some of the smaller ones, and the shared rooms in the barracks - the Witches left over from Nessie's group have come together to set up a little roommate finding service that will run for the week. For those who aren't entirely sure who they want to shack up with, they have a small survey for them to fill out and post on the board they've magicked up in the center of The Haven. The board also very helpfully reads aloud each form for everyone to hear in a cheerful, monotone voice. It isn't able to be shut up, nor is it easy to ignore, being imbued with a similar kind of amplification magic that Miss Nessie used earlier in the morning for her own voice. It seems these Witches - or at least one of them - has a prankster nature... and unfortunately, it doesn't stop there. a. A LITTLE MISCHIEF While by and large the board will work as it should - a listing is filled out, put up, and read aloud for all to hear - for characters who aren't interested in doing some writing, or who can't for one reason or another, the board will take it upon itself to make one for them. It isn't going to be the most accurate at all, being either completely fictitious or based on a first impression from the board itself. This can range from "They have blue eyes, so you know they're a kind person!" to "How stand-offish, they must be a crook! A thief! A villain!" and anything in-between, including but not limited to: outrageous feats they may or may not have accomplished, poor hygiene habits, false accounts of incredibly embarrassing moments, and so on. b. A LITTLE HANDS-ON Not entirely content with just allowing people to write their preferences and call it a day, a few of the younger Witches have begun magicking small chocolates, hard candies, and bubble gum, and handing them out to new arrivals as a welcome treat. These aren't any ordinary treats though - they have one of three of effects: • Sticky fingers, meaning characters will stick to anyone or anything they touch. • Truthfulness, meaning characters will say whatever they're really thinking or feeling at the moment. • Desire for company, meaning characters will gravitate immediately to the first person they see, regardless of their feelings on them otherwise. Thankfully, none of these last long - only about ten minutes, and they can't be combined with each other; eating one candy with one effect will simply replace any other effects... Which might be for the better. The subthread for this can be found HERE, while any ones that are made up by the board itself can be simply written into your top levels or replies to other people. Have fun with it, and good luck finding some housemates!

Welcome to the midmonth event log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. As ever, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know, and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

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[lovebiter]

[ Cain's look back to Julian was extremely scrutable. So amazingly scrutable. He knows what he did.

He waggled his brows a little.

But they both turned to look at Asra at the same time, and one side of his mouth hitched up. There was something, a blush of some pleasant warmth, a sense of familiarity. Asra was practically cut from the cloth of all his grandmother's stories. ]

C'mon, guy like Asra could probably charm the keys of the palace from the king's hand, or whatever.

[ He shrugged, reaching down into his boot to withdraw a narrow little knife. ]

But you got a place to crash, anytime, if you want it.

[ He picked up one of the clay cups, used the knife to start stirring his tea. Made a mental note to see about getting some chopsticks or spoons or something. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[He can't help but notice the effect that the name has on Julian as well, and how Cain looks at him. It reminds him sharply, painfully, of how his apprentice looked when he'd come across the pair together and Asra turns away abruptly to cross back to the window and lean out of it. The air is cooling now the evening draws on to night and it serves as a pleasant distraction and an excuse to turn away from the pair long enough to try and school his expression back to normal again.]

I'll manage, Ilya. It's not the first time I've lived on my own and gotten by.

[His gaze flicks to the docks and Asra's lips curl in a faint smile. At least it isn't likely to be quite that bad here.

He turns back in time to see Cain using a knife to stir the tea and immediately wishes he hadn't. He'll... have to do something about showing Cain how to make tea properly. Julian certainly won't be much help there.

Crossing to the fireplace, Asra gently picks up the rather warm Faust and then moves to where Cain is.]

Here. [Holding his fingers over the cups, Asra focuses and curls his fingers in a clockwise, stirring motion. There's a faint shimmer of light at his chest and the water starts to follow, spinning itself as though stirred by invisible hands until the honey is dissolved.]

Much easier.

[rowdyraven]

[Julian watches as the magician crosses back to the window, his one visible eye narrowed, thick brows pulled tight around a frown. And it's there in him, poised right on the tip of his tongue, an attempt at insistence. Wants to say it again, that surely it would be better to take Cain up on the offer, to be amongst...whatever they were to each other, rather than alone, or with strangers.

But when has Asra ever listened to anything he has to say? So he tosses a glance in Cain's direction, gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

Well. I can't make you do anything. But the offer's been made, and no doubt it'll still stand if you change your mind.

[He doesn't know what else to say on the matter, and whilst he doesn't really understand the reason why, his mood feels once again soured. That Asra's like this, always. As hard to pin down as smoke on a breeze, and twice as distant. He knows he shouldn't be surprised.

It has him falling into uncharacteristic silence for a moment then - contemplative, turned inwards - as Asra pads back across the room towards Cain, leans towards the cup.

The faint glow, and the subtle movement of the magician's tawny hand-- it lets Julian know what's happening, that magic is afoot. He makes a face, looks away again.]

I'm sure the knife would have done the job just fine.

[lovebiter]

[ Cain blinked up, uncomprehending, as Asra began to approach him. Without the faintest clue what the other man was intending, he mostly just stood there dumbly and waited for the fortune-teller to...

oh.

He watched Asra's magic with an open fascination. No verbal spells, no symbols, just a hand movement. He'd been studying just enough magic to know that this was a symbol of consummate skill, and understood at once that Asra was a master of his craft. He wiped the knife off on his shirt and replaced it from where he'd drawn it.

Julian chimed in, and he raked his free hand through his hair, gave Asra a grateful smile. Twitched his hand out to indicate Julian. ]

His way's better. Nothing gets dirty. But...

What's your deal with magic, anyway?

[halfheartedmagician]

[Asra actually laughs at Cain's question, the sound light and amused instead of ugly or bitter; he does find the topic amusing, having known Julian for as long as he has, and can't resist turning to direct a smirk towards the doctor. He leans in closer to Cain, casually confident that this will entertain the both of them and enjoying the relaxed friendship of the room. It's been a while since he's had anything like it.]

Yes, Ilya. What is the problem with magic? I seem to recall you were rather quick to offer yourself up for it before...

[rowdyraven]

What? Me? Oh, I er...

[He turns back in their direction, one hand running back through unruly curls, just as Asra chimes in. Subtly, the tips of his ears flush petal pink.]

And that was different, you know that. It was to help with the plague. There's...well. You remember how desperate things were. There's nothing I wouldn't have done.

[Nothing he didn't do, include coming close to sacrificing his own life, not once, but twice. Never mind that it hadn't been his only motivating factor in the particular instance Asra mentions-- he keeps his gaze carefully averted, continues on. Answers Cain's question.]

And it's...that is to say, I don't understand it. Never have done. All those ominous old tomes and creepy runes and crystals and the like. It's not like science, is it? Where everything has a logical order, set rules to follow, a concrete formula. It's all just a bit beyond me, that's all. I suppose I just don't have the right mind for it.

[lovebiter]

[ Asra leaned in, and it was like... something beyond knowing clicked into place. It was almost like being home again, talking with other people from the 072 block. An easy comraderie and togetherness, as if they'd known each other since they were young, and could fall into and out of old habits at the drop of a hat.

He played along, looked from Asra to Julian with catlike curiousity written big and open across his dark-skinned features, one side of his mouth hitched up into a fishhook sharp smile. ]

Whoa, whoa. He won't even look at me, seems like there's a little more to the story you've left out, sugar. And what's that sweet little blush for? Were you really just all work and no play?

Just for that, you'd better kneel while you spill the juicy bits, or I'll just ask Asra what they are.

[ He casually slid one of the cups of tea over to Asra, as if to indicate to Julian that they had allll the time in the world. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[He's a little uncertain, the affectionate names seeming slightly more intimate, although not yet to the point where Asra feels compelled to leave. It seems more like simply teasing the poor doctor, now turning a shade that is starting to rival his hair.

That has Asra giving a warm, throaty chuckle, the kind rarely heard outside of intimate situations they'd shared in the past, and he reaches for his cup of tea slowly. His fingers brush lightly against Cain's hand as he takes it, and he favours the other man with a look from under pale lashes.

Whatever moment found there is broken as Faust moves rather rapidly down Asra's arm to curl around the mug and his hand, and Asra settles his attention back on Julian.]

I remember a certain desperation, but I don't think it had anything to do with the plague.

[rowdyraven]

[Well this is...something. Julian's singular gaze moves from one to the other of them and back again, blinks down at them both. Hesitation finds him for just a moment in the wake of that teasing command, and he swallows thickly, throat feeling dry as bone. His heart skips one hard beat, and there's a feeling in him then, something tangled and complicated but bright, not unpleasant. A swift undercurrent of anticipatory longing.]

I, um...

[He stumbles awkwardly over his words as he sinks down smoothly to the ground, kneeling for them, head very slightly bowed, more to conceal his visage than from an act of supplication. His face feels furnace hot, like the room could catch alight simply from having him in it. He lowers his gaze down to the bare boards, the grain of which seems to have become - suddenly - very interesting.]

...I don't stand much of a chance if you're going to gang up on me like this, do I? But, that is to say, I suppose I was er, quite keen. I like to be useful. But um, it's not as though there was nothing in it for me. When there's the promise of pain involved, you'll always find me willing.

[lovebiter]

[ Cain smiled as Julian folded himself down, let his chin lift a little. One of his hands twitched. How should he praise the other man for obeying? It felt important, to acknowledge that he'd been obedient, given what was commanded...

And then Asra was brushing his fingers, lifting his eyes, and something like an electric jolt traveled from the contact and roared up his spine, made the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand stiff on-end. His own pulse felt suddenly like thunderclaps, each beat big and hard enough to rattle his bones.

There was something in those eyes, which seemed like they shifted colour when his lashes lowered. Cain imagined that some kind of kinetic energy just lay in wait under Asra's unflappable expression. Like the potent power of a tidal wave hidden under still water, or the molten charges that made the hearts of stars.

His face felt too hot when Asra looked away, and he returned his attention back to Julian. His red face, his almost trembling voice. It had been obvious the two'd had a fling of some kind, but the implications dangled out now suggested so much more than he'd anticipated. He wet his lips, which felt suddenly too dry. ]

You look fucking gorgeous, kneeling down like that. Especially with that sweet little blush. Don't get up, stay just like that for us.

But see, now, even you can admit there was something good to be had with a little magic. You should apologize to Asra for being so sharp about it, before.

[ He turned his face just a little, trying to catch Asra's eye again. Tilted his head toward Julian, as if to ask whether Asra would go to the kneeling man. He covered it, a little, by lifting his cup to take a sip of the steaming liquid.

And fuck if it wasn't amazing, the bright burst of unfamiliar flavors, the floral sweetness of the honey... ]

[halfheartedmagician]

Ah.

[He can see that there's something here between them, something that's started to become a familiar pattern between the two of them. Something that they seem to be surprisingly open about sharing. Asra's gaze rests on Cain for a long moment, measuring and hard, looking for any sign that there's more here that he's missing. He can't miss how the other man's expression is slightly flushed now as well, and he keeps watching for a long moment as he takes a sip of his tea and sets the cup and Faust down.

Then, in a surprisingly quick motion, he crosses to Julian and reaches down to catch the doctor's chin in a firm grasp. Tips his head up to meet his gaze and search Julian's face as well, his own expression utterly unreadable.

When Asra does speak, his voice is low velvet, pitched so both men can hear it but intended purely for Julian's ears.]

Tell me, Ilya, what is it that you desire right now. Convince me of it.

Or should I leave you two instead?

[rowdyraven]

[All of this, suddenly-- it feels like a lot to take. Because he catches it there, the burnished rose that rises quick in Cain's face as he looks at the magician, isn't sure how to take it, to navigate what it might mean. And then there's his suggestion that isn't a suggestion at all, words that come out easy but which carry the weight of steel.

He says nothing, for a moment. His face is hot and his heart beats hard and there's there's a swift-ascending feeling in him that leaves him dizzied, excited, sick. His gaze shifts slyly to Asra, trying to gauge the magician's reaction, but as always there's that inscrutable wall were emotion ought to be. A calculated distance, his long, hard, unreadable gaze--

--and then abruptly he's closing the distance between them, flowing like water across the room's bare boards, familiar fingers closing tight around his chin. Julian's breath catches in his throat like silk dragged over splinters as the magician tilts his face, forcing their eyes to meet. Asra's violet gaze sweeps across his countenance and its still there in him, that unfathomable look, all discernible feeling artfully concealed from view.

His voice comes soft, but just as full of commanding steel as Cain's had been.]

I, um, that is to say...what I desire right now...

[He swallows thickly. His silvery gaze sliding from Asra to Cain and back again. Then he lets out a breath, long and slow, acts before he has time to talk himself out of it.

His hands reach out to curl into Asra's clothes, tugging him forward, until abruptly he's kissing him, soft mouthed. Heated but slow.]

[lovebiter]

[ Alright, so in a land of magical hotties and knights and dragons and shit, what's the threesome protocol? Do you, like, wait to be invited? Is there a hand signal? If you watch, are you allowed to jerk it?

He realized in a dim, almost hindbrain way that he should care about the answers to all those questions.

But he just knocked back the tea with a low, appreciative noise, set the empty cup aside so hard it chipped the base, and started pulling his shirt off over his shoulders, was dropping it to the ground while crossing the distance like a storm rolling across the plains. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[of course you get invited, Cain]