not as it appears

[msattentionspan]

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.

Comments

[notakecandle]

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

[20thcentury]

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

How can I speak to her directly?

[notakecandle]

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

NO!

[20thcentury]

[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.

[notakecandle]

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

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

[20thcentury]

[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 ...]

[notakecandle]

[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.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny is barely able to surpress an eyeroll >:T]

We'll share it. That's what friends do, yeah?

[notakecandle]

Maybe. Maybe...

[It seems to be weighting its options, still thinking and squinting and thinking some more.]

Where we go?

[20thcentury]

[Where indeed!! Jenny takes a quick glance around the street, then gestures toward an inn over there. Because being kept in the basement of an inn just seems like a thing to do. Warcraft quest reference.]

I bet you anything they've got a big keg in the basement. We won't even need to crack into your mistress's stash.

[notakecandle]

[WHO EVEN PLAYS WARCRAFT! The kobold's eyes widen. If anything, it might be able to steal that keg for his mistress. Yes, that's what he'll do. What a gullible human!]

YES! LET'S GO.

[20thcentury]

[NOT US, THAT'S FOR SURE.

Smiling in what she hopes is a disarming way, Jenny leads the way to the inn! She even hands back this vodka bottle and the shaving cream. Truly friendship in the making.]