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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[amurder]

[Salieri's tunnel vision (fueled his illness and anger no doubt) prevents him from glancing down to catch sight of that flickering light. He would normally walk away, normally think nothing of the taunts from children— but these simply aren't children, are they?

They're Witches and are capable of things truly impossible. It's why Salieri feels less reserved when he tightens his grip on his weapon, pushes aside the gnawing concern to restrain himself—

—and is promptly pulled back with a quick tug and a jolt.] Wh—!

[The pyre which erupts from that small spark heats his face, blinds his vision for all but a second before the flames dissipate little by little. It's hard to decide what to focus on first- the fact that he was nearly smoked alive or... this

young man currently yelling at him. The Maestro takes a moment to compose himself, then blinks slow and listens long enough to let his earlier ire simmer down to a lukewarm confusion.

Ah, "bastard" is it... the boy certainly seems upset by the whole ordeal- enough so that it promptly snaps Salieri out of his reverie and triggers the impulse to comfort him.] No... no, not at all.

[Red eyes also glance over to that hand still clinging to his arm. Was he that worried... ??] You did save me, after all.

Grazie tante. [Do you feel better, Koga.] I assume you're uninjured as well?

[wolfcorgi]

[ ah - no, don't look at how transparent koga's true feelings are coming through gestures rather than words. he notices the glance down at his hand holding onto salieri, and immediately releases it. it's not like he's worried or anything!

(but also, lord, how scary a sight it'd be, if he saw a normal person be roasted alive by a column of fire. it's not a thought koga wants to have. he's only a normal boy, no matter his claims of being a wolf.) ]

Tch, 'course I saved ya. Don't make me regret it.

[ please, don't take his words seriously. it's a shitty way to mask his embarrassment, but surely if one pays enough attention, it's rather easy to see his true intentions. he may not know what in the world grazie tante means, but figures it's probably a way to say thanks in another language. he can't even tell which one, but that's not important. ]

Hm? Yeah, guess so. [ see? there it is. this self-proclaimed lone wolf had been so worried about this guy's safety that he hadn't even checked himself. but thankfully, there's no scratches or burns. only rapid heartbeats that have yet to calm down from the scare. ]

The hell ya doin' with that dagger, anyways? You think that little thing's gonna save ya from magic? Hah! As if. Those kids are damn freaks, so don'tcha try to piss 'em off or anythin', you hear?

[ funny how koga himself doesn't follow his own advice. ]

[amurder]

[Freaks? Ah, right. For a moment he had nearly forgotten about those pranksters— and one look beyond the smoke tells him all he needs to know.

They've gone and run off, and Salieri can only slightly regret not giving them a taste of their own medicine. Of course, he's not sure how he would manage that now... there truly is a divide between those considered magical and those considered beastly.

And he doesn't even look the part yet.] It was hardly my intention to begin with.

Bad luck, you could say. [The last words are muttered so lowly it'd be surprising if Koga did hear them. Ugh, he feels terrible. With a shake of his head he returns to the matter at hand: the rough young man in front of him who quite literally saved his skin.] ... you aren't a Witch.

Am I wrong? [Something about him speaks feral more than anything— but Salieri won't judge just yet. To base impressions simply on the boy's bite would put him at the level of those ruffians, after all.]

[wolfcorgi]

[ good thing for salieri that koga didn't actually hear that claim, no — his sharpened sense is his nose, rather than his ears —, but it'd have been better luck if koga hadn't heard the following claim instead. a witch; no, of course he isn't one. but no matter how much koga oogami has been denying his label in this place, and how it generally works, at times the reality comes to hit him in the face. ]

Tch. 'Course you're wrong! Do I look like a damn monster t' you?! [ 'monster', not Monster, because for this stubborn idol boy, these things are no more than creatures that have nothing to do with him. he's human, too much so — ironically, ah, despise how often he claims to be a wolf and refers to humanity in third person. no matter how the people in this place look at him, how some scorn at him. ] I'm neither of those things. I'm a human! Don't wanna be associated with any of those things, either.

You're one as well, ain'tcha? [ the question comes almost like an accusation. salieri doesn't look like a monster to him in the least — therefore, he's normal. like him. what an ignorant mind koga has. ] That means we gotta stick together, huh. Don't let this freaky place get to ya.