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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zero tolerance policy + wildcard!!

[usurpers]

[ full moon has passed, most monsters are under control again! except, most visible looks aren’t welcomed by the aristocrats relocated from their homes a week before. harassment is nothing alien to eren; he’s had his fair share of bullies and scuffles when he was growing up. those were the days, when the older boys would have fun with his spunk, then running for the hills when mikasa came.

this time was different. the group circling around eren play with the elements at their fingertips, tossing a sphere of ice that melts into a chilly orb of water, then bursting into flames. they’re anywhere from their early twenties to perhaps even older, in fact, looking proud as they spit at eren’s feet. one of them occasionally looking over their shoulders at what could be a father figure, encouraging them from afar with raised brows and a nod.

“you’re the one went outside, didn’t ya’, mate? forced a witch in tow?”

“he’s a walking plague already, look.”

“if you wanted to die you didn’t have to come back and spread shit all over our homes—“

“what’s your weakness, ay? cat got your tongue?”

through all of this, eren fights the urge to talk back, a tight knit glare at most wrinkling the black-orange colors patching the corners of his eyes and keeping them at bay with nothing more. he could see the fear in their eyes more than any anger, and, god he knows what this is all too well. eren’s— different to say the least. where his skin was broken, down his neck, his arms, the top of his hands and even fingers are painted with scales, dark as tar. some of his teeth don’t even fit in his mouth, pointed ends poking at his lips.

had he been, perhaps, four years younger, eren would’ve thrown the first blow seconds into the harassment. he knows now, more than ever . . . especially from his appearance, that this wouldn’t help his case. he had gotten into enough trouble as it was, and fighting some rebellious shitheads wouldn’t aid their end goal (but, god damn, did it piss him off).

to push past them, eren lifts his lip involuntary, wrinkling his nose into what looks much more like a snarl than it was meant to. ]

I’m only walking through—

[ one of them, out of fright, hurls a ball of water, which— only really douses him, another throwing something far more sticky. lord whatever it was, it was gross. and one of them suddenly gets flat out punched in the face by

ruh-roh.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust his captain, mind he’s far more human looking than eren was right now to start— but one of the men watching nearly bolt out of their seat to join in, and eren runs to intercept. ]

Captain!

[ they might need to, you know!! get out of here!! but just in case he holds his arms up in self defense at the big guy. y’all are screwed. ]

[dirtdevil]

[ kids these days, am I right? with their... firebolts... and their attitudes.... needless to say, he dodges the water and the... whatever that was with ease. he hasn't been in any fights since coming here, so the whole magic defense thing is still entirely new to him, but he's nothing if not a fast learner. sure, he could go try to learn some magic himself, and he will soon enough, but there's just something so deeply satisfying about punching a motherfucker in the face, you know?

maybe that's just him. ]

Get out if you need to.

[ he can 1v5 these clowns, it's not really a big deal. then again, can he really expect someone like Eren to run away from a fight? ]

[usurpers]

No way—

[ eren running from a fight is to someone laughing with salad

he did promise not to take these goons seriously, though. he promised not to take the first swing and behave I’d it meant getting closer to a way of union and a chance to return home.

he really didn’t want to hit you, guy, but coming at him swinging like that, you don’t give him much choice. without a measure of strength, eren flips the man coming for him the moment he swings, catching his arm into a hook and breezing him down— a little too hard. he gasps enough for the wind knocked out of him that eren doesn’t need to hold him down.

the smaller group of onlookers are cautious, if not in awe when

levi is about to beat the shit out of five brats. ]

it's 2019 and i still can't write fight scenes

[dirtdevil]

[ it's sad, really. these kids have no way of knowing they are messing with A Professional. too bad their ignorance will be their demise.

...well, not really. he's not gonna kill anyone. it's not these guys' fault they're stupid, after all. that said, something something pain is the best teacher.

he sweeps the first guy with one foot at the latest possible moment—homeboy never saw it coming—and gives him a swift kick in the gut once he goes down, just to make sure he got the message. the next two come at him together, obviously thinking they can overpower him (spoilers: they can't). he grabs the guy on the right by the collar and slams him right into the other one headfirst—there's a completely disgusting crack as their heads collide, and then it's down they go as well.

it's over as quickly as it began. the remaining two, perhaps a little less brave (or a little more intelligent) than the others, take one look at each other and then turn around and bolt.

now, the sound of three dudes groaning in pain fills the air. it's actually super fucking annoying. he kicks the nearest one in the ass in irritation. ]

Shut up.

[ babysitting is such a chore. ]

[usurpers]

[ lmao he almost feels bad for you hooligans. the other adults some ways away exit the scene and leave their comrades behind. so much for being supportive of each other, right? eren steps around the mess of writhing bodies. he— well, chose not to fight back as violently for a reason, but he’ll never not be amazed.

he nearly flinches at the kick and feels it on his own backside. ow, rest in pieces. ]

Thanks, Captain.

[ he and his scales and his lizard eyes are all in one piece. ]