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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[bombingking]

Fuck you! You ran into me.

[He snarls, getting into the other boy's face. Normally, he'd avoid these sorts of things. Having learned that these petty spats aren't worth his time. But now he's all fire and fury, like someone's injected those feelings into his veins against his will.]

[usurpers]

[ there’s no dancing around the question of who swings first, unfortunately— eren is not enough in the right mind to stop his own blood from boiling, like fire, when affronted.

taller than the other by half a head doesn’t stop him from treating him like a threat to his security right now. or maybe he was just mad? eren couldn’t tell neither does he bother to reevaluate the core of his emotion at this point.

because, with the middle of his forehead, he targets bakugou with full intention to headbutt him, bone to bone and painful for both if it hits. not that . . . there’s something more painful than losing teeth. ]

So did you! Fuck yourself!

[ this is the dumbest reason to fight. ]

[bombingking]

[Katsuki knows what's coming. He could dodge. This guy's movements are sluggish and confused.

But he doesn't. Because he's trapped in the same hellish, fearful, state of mind that this guy is in. And so his mind goes to one thing: fight.

He slams back with his own head, meeting Eren in the middle with a nasty cracking noise. It hurts like hell but somehow he barely notices. Then he snarls and raises a hand to shove Eren away, purposefully digging his claws into the taller man's shoulder.]

Fuck you! This is my house. Go back to your own fucking dumpster or wherever you came from!

[usurpers]

Shitrag!

[ eren spits blood on him as he speaks, not on purpose, but it had to go somewhere when he wasn’t swallowing it back. his head rattles and it just makes the wide eyed ferocity pop out, unflinching and reacting the same way claws are on him.

he has none, only scaly fingers, but he balls one up with the other’s fabric and pulls it forth as his heel digs to keep as much in place as he can from a stumble. with the other hand— he goes straight for bakugou’s cheek. ]

[bombingking]

Ugly bitch!

[The hand collides with Katsuki's cheek and it feels like smashing his face into a rock. It cuts at his skin and bruises the surface. He snarls and reaches out to slash at the offender with his claws, specifically aiming for the eyes because he's an asshole like that.

He doesn't actually want to hurt anyone. Not really. But in his agitated state, he's forgotten himself. So whatever damage he does to others, he'll feel just as much.]

[usurpers]

[ they could easily fall on each other if they keep this up, legs stepping into easy tangles as their arms do the same— claws dig into flesh that forces him to shut his eyes on contact, a swipe that shreds a level of skin that accompanies the forming lines down his cheek, from the top of the eye down. warmth trickles from it, his blood. the light smell of it was more than enough to make him boil ten times over.

eren trips somewhere, feeling the skin of his face and neck get scratched further as he struggles, and keeping his lips wide open— he snaps at the hands that get anywhere close to his features again. If they don’t— he’s still going at them. his mouth isn’t nearly as full as it should be, but the points that do protrude could cut like little daggers.

down they go, but the ugly thud they take by side doesn’t stop the conflict for him. ]

[defendure]

[ Katsuki was right about one thing: this is his house, or just outside of his house, and that house contains a few other people...Tori and Mob might not be the type to get involved in a knockdown, drag out sort of fight, but...

Izuku sure is! He hears Katsuki yelling at someone/something and feels a sense of mixed dread and amusement because honestly...Kacchan could be yelling at weeds or germs or an actual person and there's no way to tell beyond going to find out what the ruckus is about.

Any amusement fades once he's finally located what's going on, though, and without thinking about it he flips his palms out towards the two fighting idiots. ]

Hey! [ There's soft green light and an immediate wave of calm as he mutters the first spell to come to mind under his breath: nothing major, just a "chill the fuck out" spell that he'd memorized with, uh...

Well, with Kacchan in mind, although he'd known using it would be maybe dangerous after it wore off. For him, not for Kacchan. ]

[bombingking]

[He makes a strangled noise when sharp teeth close around his hand and tries to shove Eren's face off as they go tumbling down, thankfully it breaks them apart temporarily. Katsuki is just about to get back to his feet, leap on this guy, and go town on his face when suddenly.

He hears a familiar and annoying voice call out and then... a strange sensation of calm. Sort of like the heavy feeling of exhaustion when you take medication that makes you drowsy. But instead of tired, he just feels at ease. In the middle of his attempt to punch Eren in the face with a bloody hand, he just collapses back down onto the ground, breathing hard.]

...Deku? What the hell?

[usurpers]

[ when has eren jaeger ever felt calm before? it has happened, actually! but this— this seems like a different level of calm. a forced calm. and something about being influenced and forced does not fair well with the dragon’s pride. coupled with a free spirit, when eren equally sits back and rises to stand— he doesn’t look the least bit happy.

it’s sluggish, and his mind is muddled, but scales that izuku had seen growing in are slowly beginning to saturate in color: a purple-blue sheen to the patches of black, and brilliant reds and golds where they freckle. calm, the spell says, and no says eren every step of the way to fight with it. he tastes blood in his mouth that isn’t his, and rubs the back of a scaly hand against the corners of his mouth to clean them. that and his own blood, trickling down from superficial lacerations.

what the hell, indeed, even though eren would be quick to thank him once he’s truly clearheaded. ]

[defendure]

[ Yeah, it's...maybe he should have tried talking first, but he knew that it wouldn't really work on Katsuki and the two looked well on their way to actually harming one another - which is why he's hurrying forward already, spotting the blood on Katsuki first, then the blood on Eren... ]

What are you two doing? There's no reason to fight.

[ At least...not to fight one another, the people who are just as trapped here... ]

[bombingking]

Butt out! This isn't any of your business!

[Except it is. They were fighting in front of his house after all. Katsuki glances down at the blood on his hand. It's bleeding freely, probably enough to need stitches or something like that.

He brings it to his face and licks the wound like some sort of animal. Then after a few seconds pauses in horror at what he'd unconsciously done and drops his hand to his side, shaking a little from the adrenaline still under the surface.]

...We're done fighting.

[usurpers]

. . . Done.

[ eren’s a little more . . . Influenced, to the point that horror might as well come later to have bitten someone. his teeth prick at his lips when he tries to close his mouth, gums still in an annoying ache. his glare is stationed more toward bakugou than it is to izuku, and as he walks to leave them— he spits a bloody tooth out at the blond’s feet.

he’ll be more productive if he digs a hole— another trait he doesn’t seem clear headed enough to question. ]

[defendure]

[ Why are they both constantly injuring themselves...!

Izuku beelines over to Katsuki again, ignoring the wound-licking and holding out his hand. ]

Here, Kacchan...I've got a few healing spells memorized.