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Who: City Folk
When: October 5th - October 8th
Where: The City
What: Life. City Stuff. Investigating...
Note: This is a catch-all for the full plot. Feel free to make your own logs if you're in the city or use this! Add your own sections! Make some new CR. Join the investigation. I'll be putting up INVESTIGATION sections for people that want to run into Faith and help, see what she's doing, etc. Otherwise, feel free to just threadjack and hop around! Prose or brackets are welcome!

The city has always been there. Quiet and unusually docile considering the chaos that occurs within its streets and a mere ten minutes away from its edge. The paths are well-worn and lead through alleys and streets the same, bringing you to new places or perhaps an old favorite. You rely on it to keep you wish-free, to keep you from the crazy that the castle does on occasion. You wander through the sidewalks, glancing into store windows and wondering just who made all of these items? You wonder what the people do when you're not there and when you smile and introduce yourself, you walk away knowing they might have already forgotten.

The buzz of the castle is always there. The hum of words over the pages of carried journals, the murmurings of conversations that are a bit too loud, and the hints of secrets being passed from one to another all fill the air. It gives you a sense of normalcy, because if something was wrong you'd hear it - you'd flip a page and see the words or hear the pleas. If something was wrong, you'd know - with the people warning you away from someone or something. It's what always happens when things go awry and maybe you've grown complacent relying on these things, because when you realize the noise has stopped, when you notice that the air is too still and the people in the city seem content to just let it pass them by you realize that the lack isn't right.

No, in fact it's very wrong.

The quiet has settled around you and you're not sure if you should be thankful to have been excluded from whatever has passed over the castle and those trapped within it... or worried for what goes on just beyond those brick walls. You can wait it out, expecting the castle to just carry on and give up in a few days or a week. You can grow worried and try to enter the castle to see what you might be able to do. You can do your best to try and ignore the sinking feeling that sits within your chest.

Or you can try to do something about it. It's just a choice to make and for most of you it'll just come naturally; much like one would say falling asleep should happen.

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[TOO MANY QUESTIONS PLEASE STOP. He looks nervous suddenly.]

NO! Yes? No. Not from there. NOT LOST!

[It looks around. The Dead Zone should be around here somewhere! Is it past this fountain?]

[LITTLE GUY NOOOOO okay Jenny makes a note to keep things ... simple ....]

Why do you need to go there?

No reason. NONE.

[He takes another step back.]

I leave!

[And he starts to scurry toward the fountain. Yes, surely the Dead Zone is this way.]

[Jenny just blinks and watches him go. But -- oh, what if he goes in the fountain? Oh nooo!]

Wait, your candle --

[What WHAT NO IT'S HIS!!]

YOU NO TAKE CANDLE!

[Now he bolts into a run! But oh no! He trips and falls into the fountain!

Fortunately, he holds his candle high and it doesn't get wet. But the pack on his back spills its contents into the pavement.

There is a suspiciously large amount of alcoholic beverages that are rolling away. Also a lot more candles. And... is that shaving cream?]

[Despite how creepy and weird this little guy is, Jenny didn't really want to see his silly little candle extinguished -- she runs to the fountain to make sure he's alright, but then

stops

and looks at all the shit he just dropped what is even happen here.

Jenny stoops to pick up a bottle of alcohol and a can of shaving cream.] Are you ... were you raiding the town while they're all doing whatever it is they're doing?

[Oh no. Oh no no no this is not good. He's scrambling to stand up while still keeping his candle dry.]

NO! No no no. Bad. Very bad. You give it back!

[Wow, what can he even do to her, bite her ankles? NO! She holds her ground, frowning!!!]

Give me an answer. Are these for you?

[He makes what is probably the equivalent of a kobold's whine, which of course sounds like a wild animal dying.]

Not for me. Now give back!

[GROSS pls stop. Jenny shifts her grip on the bottle, holding it like she will smash it on the pavement if she isn't given an answer she likes.

Which is a waste of good booze, but.]

Then for whom?

DON'T! [DYING ANIMAL NOISE]

For the mistress. Give, give!

Who is your mistress?

Scary! You give back, we no get punished!

[Scary, huh? Maybe this thing will respond better to fear.

The lampposts on the street flicker slightly as Jenny's eyes begin to glow, small tongues of electricity arcing out.]

You listen to me, son. I'm the scariest bitch in this whole damn world, so you give me a straight answer. What's her name?

[YEP. THAT WORKED. The creature suddenly puts its hands up in front of itself and starts to cower, shaking.]

VanCleef! Mistress is Vanessa VanCleef! Don't hurt me!

[Well, that's a straight answer! Not that it means anything to her.

She doesn't want to send this thing running so she doesn't amp up the fireworks or anything, just keeps her eyes sparking with electricity.]

Good boy. I won't hurt you if you keep telling me what I want.

[It's obvious this Vanessa lives in the Dead Zone, so she won't even bother with that one.]

What did she do to the castle?

[Even the mistress doesn't threaten this little guy with lightening. What a meanie!]

Ennngh! Put them sleep! She uses poisons. Always poisons!

[JENNY IS A JERK, it's true.]

They're only asleep? Well, that's at least better than them all being dead, I suppose. They'll wake up?

Yes. NO! They will wake soon, but not now! No antidote!

So it'll just wear off, then. Fine. All because Ms. VanCleef has got a drinking problem.

How can I speak to her directly?

[The fear subsides for a moment as the little guy decides to test being defiant once more.]

NO!

[Bad choice. The lampposts flicker erratically as Jenny saps more of their energy and diverts it to herself, her hair standing on end as electricity arcs wildly around her, balls of lightning swirling in her hands.]

Don't test me, sunbeam.

[And now we're back to brief bouts of dying animal noises.]

DON'T KNOW! We have to meet her, deliver packs!

[UGH THOSE NOISES pls stop pls

Jenny abruptly lets all the electricity she'd leeched back into the lampposts, and casually lights a cigarette. If he doesn't know, there's no use torturing the thing. And she doubts he's smart enough to lie.

She leans over a bit, smiling at the kobold.]

Listen. Your mistress sounds awful. Why don't you stay with me awhile? I'll even let you have some of this ... what is this, Stoli? [Looking at the alcohol bottle ...]

[Its eyes widen at the proposition, but it seems conflicted! He puts a hand to his chin in thought.]

Late already, mistress will be upset...

[It squints beady eyes at her.]

NO! You just want it back! NOT FOR YOU.

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