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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walks in late and kicks the door the FUCK down

[wolfcorgi]

[ oh hell, oh no should be his line. what the hell! of course, koga oogami is of the same belief that what happens in dreams, stays in dreams. sometimes you dream of people you've never met, and never will. do they even exist? who the fuck knows. so of course, those weird dreams he had a while ago didn't weight on his mind at all. until now.

until this familiar face walks in, in his apartment, and she recognizes him.

and she recognizes him. ]

The hell you doin' here?! This ain't your goddamn apartment! --Oi, Leon! Don'tcha go get all friendly with the enemy, dammit!

[ 'the enemy'. well, that's how he sorta sees suzu. all that stuff that happened in the dream - it was a dream, right. god it has to have been - was too awkward. but there's leon, excited about a new company, taking his plump body and rubbing it against suzu's legs. god dammit!! ]

[unlightmusic]

[If it was any possible to go even more pale upon hearing how he emphasized "you," Suzu would have done so. Oh shitfuck he remembers. He remembers, why the fuck does he remember---

Oh hey, dog. Ignore it, be cool... She can't. Almost against her will, her expression softens a bit as she kneels down to give Leon some pets or maybe a hundred. This little fucker, why does he have to be so goddamn cute? Still, animal therapy must be a thing, because the corgi's presence does wonders for her ability to play it cool. That is, despite her hands giving affectionate pets to this dog, she scowls up with utter disdain at Koga upon hearing the rest of his words.

That. That is definitely not the face of someone in love, in contrast to their last interaction. Seriously, NOT her apartment? "The enemy"? Rude as fuck.]

Haaah!? You mean this ain't your goddamn apartment, dumba---Koga-san. [Whew, close one. Just because she's pissed and he's being an ass, doesn't mean she should forget due respect for his contributions to the music world. For now, anyway.] Look, I got the key and lease agreement right here, and I sure as hell didn't ask for roommates.

[One hand still giving the corgi some head rubs, she uses the other to dig into the pocket of her hoodie to produce said key and the folded-up lease form, which Suzu unfolds after some one-handed fumbling. She holds them up for the idol to see, to prove that he should gtfo here and a cute dog isn't going to change her mind.]

[wolfcorgi]

[ don't?! pet his dog???? and leon, god, don't enjoy it so much, dammit! —but it'd be too mean of him to just take away that momentary happiness from his dog, so you'll have your way for now, suzu. just this once! you'll never pet this dog again!!! ]

The hell—?! Lemme see it.

[ there's absolutely no need whatsoever to snatch the form from her hands when she's offering it herself — he doesn't care much about the keys, she did use them to enter his apartment, anyways —, but he does, and then skims through it. yup, every word and letter is pretty much the same as the one he was given, too. it's— it's clearly as mistake, right? it's just convenient that this apartment has two rooms, and they're two people. they just have to talk to the people who have been assigning apartments and living places, and it'll all be over.

(koga sure is a boy full of hope.) ]

Whatever. It's probably a mistake, so just go back to those guys and say you want a new place. This one's taken, so get your ass outta here.

[ because he has been here first, and clearly won't leave! ]

[unlightmusic]

[w o w WOW this mad disrespect right here, being rude as fuck and not giving a fuck about the people around him... is really punk as hell and a standard she aspires to BUT NOT WHEN IT'S A FUCKING INCONVENIENCE FOR HER. Face curling into a livid snarl, Suzu gives one last pat to Leon before rising to her feet, snatching back the lease form from him with equal roughness. It's miracle it hasn't gotten torn yet.]

Hell no, man! I don't give a fuck if you were here first; what makes ya think the mistake's with mine? Obviously, you're the one missin' something. C'mon, lemme see yours.

[She's no lawyer, but she's pretty sure if she reads carefully enough, she'll catch the error and boot his ass out of here. E-Even if she feels a bit bad of the dog it's nbd, she's sure Koga can find a new place quick. Like, she probably could too as he said, but a true rebel doesn't back down, especially when it comes to territory!]

WALKS IN A MONTH LATE FSDGSDKG please kill me.

[wolfcorgi]

Hah?! I ain't gonna show my shit! The hell you mean I'm the one missin' something? Ya hit your damn head?! I've been here first, dumbass!

[ as pictured: two people with one braincell and the shortest temper ever arguing over something so easy to solve. it doesn't make it any better for koga's side that he's literally yelling back at a girl half his size. but it's not like this is something he cares about, because he's a simple boy. he has been here first, his dog is already used to this place (even if leon gets adapted to any place with real ease), and... and he has been here first! he doesn't need any other damn argument. ]

I ain't gonna live with a loud, annoyin' girl like yourself, so just turn around before I kick your ass myself! [ except this is all bite and no bark, because koga oogami promised he wouldn't hurt another girl after what he did to anzu so many months ago. god fucking dammit. ] Shoo shoo, I'm busy enough myself, so piss off.

[unlightmusic]

Aah?

[Oh man, she is pissed. God, she's ready to blow her lid. And having him trying to shoo her off like some kind of kid, when they're the same goddamn age... Ugh! How was she ever a fan of this loud, annoying guy to begin with?

At this point, the scale between "respect" and "rage" go completely off-balance. Which is to say, she storms forward to YELL AT HIS STUPID FACE.]

It ain't a fuckin' race, you jack-off, it don't matter if you got here first or you're some local celebrity! It was a pain in the ass to carry my stuff up here, and I ain't keen on doin' it again. So if ya wanna fight, we gonna fight.

[Really, whether it was from delusional confidence or otherwise, Suzu wasn't afraid of losing a fight. In her chuuni mind, she was fairly sure she could beat him up if she needed to. But... They were from the same world, weren't they? If she ruined his face or whatever, she'd probably get sued or flagged down by fangirls or something if they got sent back after, right?

... Like, that sounds really badass, but she's already had enough debts and fines to pay this year. Plus, Leon's an innocent party here and should not bear witness to this getting too ugly. Just because she's a rebellious villain, doesn't mean she has no standards. It's not like she's starting to have second thoughts about actually hurting him or anything, totally.

So, instead... With quick movements, she distances herself, sets down her guitar case, and opens it up to retrieve the instrument within: her trusty (despite being her fifth-ish or so replacement this year) bass guitar. Slinging its strap over her shoulder, she pulls out a pick from her hoodie's pocket and points it towards the general direction of Koga as a declaration of WAR.]

Bring it, bitch; We'll settle this shit the rock 'n' roll way. My music'll knock your punk-ass down!

[wolfcorgi]

[ why does this girl lack so many manners??? koga's not too used to talking with women, especially not those his age, so the only one who comes to mind is anzu, who is quiet and hard-working and kind, above all. nothing like this girl. never like this girl.

so in part, her speech and behavior almost has him see suzu like a boy. it's certainly easier to deal with her like that; he can yell back without much of a concern, and though he won't raise a hand (or a leg) at her, he won't go easy, either. but then, for the first time since this all started, suzu actually shows a hint of brain cells, and at last they're on the same page. not at all surprising, it brings up a smile to koga's face. ]

Heh, now ya speakin' my damn language, chibi!

[ without much array, koga retrieves his own guitar from his room, facing his now opponent in a worthy fashion. this here is something he's proud of, something he knows he's too damn good at. not to mention, didn't suzu say she's a fan of UNDEAD in that weird dream he had? maybe it was a premonition — because then, there's no way koga will lose. ]

I'm UNDEAD'S Oogami Koga, ya little bastard! You really think ya can win against me in a riff off?! Watch and sweep with a real idol!

[ ... one mistake: they don't have amplifiers. does this apartment even have electricity? probably not. koga strums his guitar, but barely a sound comes out. whoops. ]

[unlightmusic]

[Honestly, with her low voice and constantly referring to herself as "boku" among other things, a normal person wouldn't blame him for seeing Suzu on the same level as another guy...

Though, "chibi"? Really...? Is someone gonna tell him that most of the time, girls will naturally be a lot shorter than him...? Though Suzu's rage and pettiness-filled raptor brain fails to cool down enough to point that out.

Speaking of pettiness, a good five seconds of awkward silence pass as Koga fails to make a noise with his guitar, a great anticlimax after his great bravado. And then, Suzu's stony expression breaks into a wide grin, as she begins to chuckle in a rather sinister manner.]

Ku... Ku ku ku ku! [And then, folding her arms across her chest, she throws her head back in full-blown manic evil laughter.] FUHAHAHAHAHAAAA...! Are ya some kinda idiot, Koga-san!? 'Course it ain't gonna work like that. Here, watch this, and despair.

[And from practicing and applying theories from that "singing flowers" beginner spell and Miss Nessie's voice project spell in class does Suzu's efforts come into fruition. After readying her bass and pouring some magic energy into it, she does a quick solo, her grin somehow getting even more smug when the last few notes simulate a school's bell. Because, you know. He got schooled.]