spellmaker: (Sad - Longing)
[At home, the last Saturday of each month was her mail day. As some of Stillaire's residents may have already guessed, she was not exactly a popular girl - in fact, she only ever got one letter on each of these days, and every one of them was from her mother.

Now while that may have made her a target for any number of jokes, she didn't care. She treasured these letters more than anything else in her life, even if the contents were things she cared little about. Lady Sajuk must be at her wits' end - Anceline refuses to wed until her sister finds a suitable husband as well, but we all know that with Corinne's health, that may never be possible...your own younger sister is quite in love with Keleth - Lord Glaedi's second son, he studies with you, so you may know him - and perhaps in a couple of years I'll ask your father to speak with his father about this matter - it would be a very good match, and Lerelyn would be so happy...

As much as she hated how her mother dwelled on marriage news more than any other, she would give anything now to have even that. But here she is, outside the post office even though it's pointless to expect her mother's letter to reach here. Even if it's her mail day. Even if she put it in her schedule. Even if she tracked down the post office and reached it exactly at the correct time and...

Lumina drops to a crouch, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her head into her chest. Breathe. Breathe. Soon you'll escape - soon you'll go home. Soon you'll get that letter you want.]
cataclysmic_vei: (Default)
My my... This publishing house really is deserted. Somehow more so than the rest of this place. [Vei is broadcasting from inside the building. To display what he is talking about he rubs his finger along a shelf and shows the dust it has collected to the screen.] Filthy.

I was so hoping to work here.
iamanarcissist: (Default)
[This feed comes on fairly early in the morning, about 7am.

Gabriel is turned away from the camera with a base guitar in his hands. He starts to pluck out a tune, and soon bursts into a stirring rendition of 'Tik Tok' by Ke$ha and spins around. But wait, what's this? It's like a swing version? Gosh, how smooth!

When he's done, he grins toothily at the camera. Yes, those teeth are a tiny bit pointy.
]

I'll be finishing the preparations today, but you're all cordially invited to come to 29 Coin Row at 6pm. Like a I promised, there'll be music and singing.

[A pause.]

And booze.

[Aw yeah you're all gonna come now.]

I'll be seeing you there, then?

[Wiiiink. Feed end.]

[OOC: Concert log! Please feel free to mingle and start your own threads ♥]
fireeyedjudgement: (Default)
I have a bit of a request!

[She taps her cane against her desk, making some sharp whacks.]

I need a hammer. Preferably one with a solid head and a long shaft. I'd be willing to pay pretty handsomely for it!

Also, William, maybe you'd like to come with me for tea? I did say we should speak sometime, and it seems like a good enough time to start!
sweetredroses: (Default)
[[She had been hiding herself away since her arrival. The very sight of so many strangers - and so many of them not human had done little for her delicate sensibilities. Really, she was sure that they were all very nice people in some way or another, but she was homesick and frightened and wanted nothing more than the quiet apartment in the not-so-quiet city with the not-so-quiet Rilowe.

Listening and watching the other's little bits on the ivytwine here and there had become a source of interest and helped jeep her spirits up ...a little. It was comforting to see that they seemed normal enough despite not being normal at all, mostly.

Still, a pretty room could only hold so much to amuse before the need to be outside would take hold. Now, Turnera was not a brave woman, not the type to risk herself going outside where all sorts of riff-raff or muggers could be present, but the building seemed a safe enough place to start, and at that hour she doubted anyone else would be awake.

She was neither quiet nor loud as she slipped from her room - her skirts would give her away, swishing with every step, heels clicking softly as she headed off, dimly committing the room number to memory. First thing was first, she needed to find ...something. The ache to see flowers again was almost overwhelming. Or perhaps it was overwhelming; either way she felt brave enough to keep going, glancing over her shoulder now and then, hoping that no one was amply disturbed.
]]



[[ OOC: Please be patient with Turnip! She'sboring doesn't speak very often at best, so if there's a lot of awkward gestures or barely-whispered things, well ...that's about par for the course! Thanks! ]]
spellmaker: (Neutral - Negative - Pressing)
[It was disorienting, waking up to a view of an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar furnishings. It was all very organized and pleasing to the eye, yes, but Lumina didn't care. Where were her things? Where was her work? What about her schedule - oh, come on, she didn't have time set aside for dealing with this!

The pamphlet raised more questions than it answered. Why was she here instead of home in Scholar's Tower, in Eirian, in Mederest? Who was responsible for this - and could she kill them? She really didn't appreciate this disruption in her day. Or this stupid device in her hand. It took the better part of an hour to figure out how to do anything with it, and by that point she was just one step away from throwing a tantrum.

Especially after she realized that the fastest way to information might be through other people.

Eww.]


Who can hear this?

[Hopefully that was how the device worked. The annoyance in her tone is clear, even with so few words.]
iamanarcissist: (Default)
[Gabriel isn't wearing his tailcoat, but he's still covered from head to toe. Black trousers and shirt, dark green waistcoat and gloves, green and black striped tie. He's holding a violin loosely by the neck in one gloved hand.]

... So the tailoring shop in town?

[With his free hand, he brushes some imagined dust off of his shoulder.]

Work splendidly.

[With easy grace, he folds himself onto a bench. He's out in the trade district right now, as people might notice from the surroundings.]

Last chance to give me song requests. I'm thinking I'll throw together that show some time next week.
mottled: (Default)
[The room is dim when the camera comes on. More than that, however, is that the room is filled with strings of webbing. Some books spin gently on the ends of sticky strings, open at pages with rather gruesome anatomy drawings on them. The camera is hanging from one of these strings and is swaying gently.

Mot leans down into the camera view. His black lips split in a small smile. He's upside down and holding a big book open, pressed to his chest.
]

So. I've been doing some studying.

I think I know the theory of your mammalian squishy bits at least.

I'm going to take over your apothecary and doctor offices for the time being. I'm a trained medic back on Theridii, and until I can get back there, I might as well do something. No one has a problem with that?

[He only bristles slightly.]
tainted_dove: (Default)
Right. So, this is all an incredibly well-thought-out practical joke, right? Stillaire, Glyph energy? Everything in that little pamphlet was way too cheerful to be real. Cheerful in that "we want to have you for dinner" kind of way.

[It's a young woman, all right. A rather angry young woman.]

And furthermore. This? This is kidnapping, and I am not going to stand for being kidnapped and just dumped off in some wannabe-creepy apartment complex. I'm not going to be the damsel here.

[She won't admit that it's a little creepy that her apartment is decorated to her immediate tastes, either. It meant that someone had been watching her for quite awhile, which was creepy ...and a bit flattering. But mostly creepy. She pauses to really look at her surroundings again, shaking her head.]

Right. So, I'm not staying here.

[The sound of tiny heels an be heard stomping angrily away from where she stood, ivytwine clutched loosely in her hand.]
iamanarcissist: (Default)
Nice place.

[Gabriel's voice has a slightly absorbed quality; the kind that comes from someone speaking into a silent room. The sound of his footsteps as he crosses what sounds like a wooden floor are loud.]

Let's test the acoustics.

[And then there's a trill of chords - guitar chords.] ... And this 'glyph guitar'.

[A few more chords are strummed, and then begin to plurk out a tune that ought to be familiar to people from earth, although granted one a guitar isn't usually used for.

If they don't recognize the tune, they're likely to recognize the lyrics. Gabriel's voice is strong and sweet, hitting all the right notes and lovingly caressing the words. The setting he's in - clever people might deduce that he's on a stage, singing to an empty room - does indeed have good acoustics.

He finishes with a trill of the guitar. There's silence for a bit, and then he speaks. His self-satisfied grin is audible. Dang he knows he's good.
]

Well? Opinions?
badmemories: (Default)
[Aya's had a hard time getting along. After the main gathering he disappeared into hiding, and didn't try to contact anyone. Thus, it's a surprise he's out now, in the hallway with his dog and an old tennis ball, playing fetch on the third floor.

They look happy at the moment, with him tossing the ball, and Blanca running to retrieve it, barking loudly now and then when he teases her by pretending to throw the ball instead.
]

"S'okay, girl. Here. Catch it!

[And off she goes, chasing after the ball, the two of them lost in one another's company.]
straightedgesatyr: (Cheerful | Pleased)
I found a library! And I'm staking my claim on it.

Obviously, I'll share the contents of it, but ...it's a nice reminder of home, until I can get back. I wonder what Aiden is up to without me...

[Brennen is grinning, but it's an uneasy sort of grin. Still, he turns the little ivytwine to look upon the rows of bookshelves as he walks around, investigating.]

I daresay this place has a better selection than the bookstore I worked at back home, even. There's even a gigantic horror section!

[Yay horror stories! Everyone likes those, right? He turns the screen to face himself, beaming now.]

So come and visit if you wish, I'll be here for awhile.
floriography: (✿ - moping)
[ now that the power is on and things have started to get a bit more active around the city... well Viktor is upholding his word in the apartment lobby. he's in the flower shop right now, and it seems a lot more vibrant than the last time anyone saw it.

everything is arranged nicely, light makes the store glow, and Viktor himself is making a few arrangements. he doesn't seem to realise he's turned on the video feed as he's set his IvyPod down, and is currently pausing from his work.

curiously enough, the flowers he's stopped arranging lean toward him, making a high noise that only he can hear- they're worried for him! cheer up, cheer up! ]


Thank you... -I'm okay. I'm just... scared of this place... but it's nice being here...

[ Viktor smiles softly, some ivy climbing from the nearby pot to curl up his arm- an affectionate gesture. a small smile lights his face now. ]


I-It's nice to spend time with you all... y-your owner before had a really nice shop... I-I wish I could have met them.

Maybe it'd be nice to stay here all the time instead of the apartments...l-like at home...

[ his expression falls a bit, again. and eventually he'll get back to work, the video feed continuing to go unnoticed. ]
cataclysmic_vei: (Like fire | Hell fire)
[Kept on his person at all times, Vei is keeping notes regarding his perceptions of his fellows at Ivygate. Contrary to the phrase "TMI", he believes you can never have too much information. All of this is written out in his own handwriting which is very neat, but not that legible if you aren't used to stylish joined-up hand. Should anyone in future ever get hold of his notes, this is what the will read.]

Little Black Notebook )
fireeyedjudgement: (Default)
I hope nobody has an objection to my taking over City Hall, because I'm already putting my stamp on it!

[Pyrope sounds cheerful as always. Manning City Hall does a few things for her: one, it fits her jurisdiction as Priest of Judgement. Two, it allows her to find out some things about the place, such as about security passes. Three, it actually has braille, so she doesn't even have to sacrifice her time off from the blindfold on that research!

And, fourth, she's kind of a busybody at any rate.
]

I've already sorted through all the forms and arranged them in a way that's much more simple to peruse. If you fancy filling one out, I'd be happy to help! I'm getting used to this machine in here.
shoutitloud: (Wait what now | Confused)
[Upon arrival, Whisper spent some time exploring her room before doing anything else. The pamphlet was read, of course, but a lot of it ended up going completely over her head. She decided to play with the ivytwine, toying with it until she could make it work.]

-thing is so fascinating! I'll have to hold onto this if 'Reisse or Arlia ever show up here. They'd pocket it in a heartbeat!

Hmm. Can anyone hear me? The little magic books were quite informative! ...I suppose. It's all a bit overwhelming, really.

[The sound of a door opening.]

Hellooooo ...is anyone else heeeeere?
fireeyedjudgement: (Default)
[Rosh is dominating this musebox.

I mean.

Pyrope raised her head to 'look' up at the tower she'd reached with the three boys. The tang of the Glyph Energy was very sharp here, and she knew she'd be able to recognize the scent later on.

She wondered what it looked like. Probably big and intimidating. In her mind's eye, she saw something like a ziggurat rising out of the earth. How accurate was she? Probably not very, but the sharp tang in the air reminded her of some of the more magical areas back home.

Tapping her cane against the ground, she leaned back and beamed at her companions.
]

Well, here we are! The Glyph Tower of the Residental District. It really smells quite sharp here, eh?
mottled: (Default)
[The night was dark and full of terrors since the city was still turned off. It didn't matter to Mot; he was naturally nocturnal and could see perfectly well in the dark.

The gates, he guessed, would be up close to where the city joined those cliffs. That was north of the apartments, and so north he headed. Most of the buildings were high enough that he was sure he could launch a web and swing his way there, but he didn't want to attract any attention until he got back to somewhere vaguely recognizable. On foot, he could move all but soundlessly.

He fisted Jazk's shirt in his hands, lifted it to his nose, took a deep breath of the calming scent, and continued on his way. The still eeriness of the city was getting to him, and he was more than a little on edge as it was.
]
cataclysmic_vei: (I believe we are destined to be friends)
[Upon arriving, Vei Acious quickly and quietly examined his surroundings. He found the Ivytwine plus accessories and the pamphlet “Glyph energy and you” almost immediately. He then proceeded to read the manual thoroughly several times before folding it and sliding it into his back pocket. The document had conjured many theories and thoughts by itself before he even realised how empty the place was. Using the odd little Ivytwine, he dialled all of the numbers listed in the pamphlet but received no answer from any of them. In search of information, the last call he made was an open broadcast.]

Well well. It appears we are not in Kansas any more.

Good day, Stillaire.
fireeyedjudgement: (Default)
Attention everyone!

[Pyrope's voice is bright, clear, and commanding.]

I think it's important that we meet and find out what's going on. If you come to the lobby in the apartments, we can all have a discussion about what we need to do to leave, and figure out what we're going to do for the time being.

My name is Pyrope Daggereyes, priest of Samenda, lord of Judgement. I will be waiting to speak to you all, so please come along.

[ Come meet up in here!]
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