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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: aiden,
- dropped: almondine,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: cecil palmer,
- dropped: croach the tracker,
- dropped: edgar sawtelle,
- dropped: gus fring,
- dropped: jennifer strange,
- dropped: jodie holmes,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (10),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
Hijacked dream party
Tonight's dream party is, unconventionally enough, not organised by the rift, but by Topher!
Thing is, he was sort of supposed to only pull in a few very specific, targeted people, and all of a sudden, this whole lot comes pouring in. See, he's working with someone with the power of ability amplification, making Topher's dream abilities obscenely powerful for tonight, and he's not quite used to it.
The dreamers will find themselves in an old mansion at nighttime. Lots and lots of rooms; several bedrooms and bathrooms of various sizes, studies, library, sitting rooms, kitchen, dining rooms, games/billiards room, even secret passageways... There's a fire roaring in every grate, everything is warmly lit, with lots of dark corners to sneak off to, comfortable couches, plenty of drinks tables. There's also a pervasive feeling that you're safe, that you can relax. That whispered secrets in the dark will be kept. And everyone will feel much less compelled to judge or mock upon hearing those secrets. A night for confessions. All of a sudden, it's hard to resist opening up...
Of course, the dreamers don't know there's someone listening in, seeing everything that goes on, sometimes even manipulating things to go the way he wants. Certain people with psychic/telepathic/dream abilities may eventually cotton on, though. But it'll take a while. But the secrets you tell in the meantime may not remain secrets for that long. Especially if those secrets are useful to certain other important players in the city, quite apart from the two factions our rifties have become familiar with.
[Mod note: Usual dream party rules apply. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget all dream events at players' discretion. Bear in mind that any events or information shared in this dream will be available to Topher, and, by extension, probably his bosses, such as Beatrice.]
Thing is, he was sort of supposed to only pull in a few very specific, targeted people, and all of a sudden, this whole lot comes pouring in. See, he's working with someone with the power of ability amplification, making Topher's dream abilities obscenely powerful for tonight, and he's not quite used to it.
The dreamers will find themselves in an old mansion at nighttime. Lots and lots of rooms; several bedrooms and bathrooms of various sizes, studies, library, sitting rooms, kitchen, dining rooms, games/billiards room, even secret passageways... There's a fire roaring in every grate, everything is warmly lit, with lots of dark corners to sneak off to, comfortable couches, plenty of drinks tables. There's also a pervasive feeling that you're safe, that you can relax. That whispered secrets in the dark will be kept. And everyone will feel much less compelled to judge or mock upon hearing those secrets. A night for confessions. All of a sudden, it's hard to resist opening up...
Of course, the dreamers don't know there's someone listening in, seeing everything that goes on, sometimes even manipulating things to go the way he wants. Certain people with psychic/telepathic/dream abilities may eventually cotton on, though. But it'll take a while. But the secrets you tell in the meantime may not remain secrets for that long. Especially if those secrets are useful to certain other important players in the city, quite apart from the two factions our rifties have become familiar with.
[Mod note: Usual dream party rules apply. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget all dream events at players' discretion. Bear in mind that any events or information shared in this dream will be available to Topher, and, by extension, probably his bosses, such as Beatrice.]
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And yeah, she's definitely emphasizing 'SOF' a bit. It's their job to handle vampires and other rogue Others, and maybe they're desperate to put her on the payroll, but she hasn't agreed to anything, yet. She's not a carthaginian professional vampire hunter.
"I dealt with one gang," she says, and some part of her is distantly aware that she's telling him more than she has to. Well, he did ask, and this isn't exactly a state secret - not even back home, where people actually appreciate the significance of it all. "Once. And it sure as hell wasn't because I wanted to." So if he's hoping for someone to lead into battle against the misbehaving vampires, he's just going to have to keep looking.
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"No broadswords." He pauses for a moments, remembering a few times when there had been broadswords. "Usually."
"Most humans don't know about vampires and demons and all that. So it's just the slayer and people like me." He hands over the last dish to dry and turns around to lean against the counter, drying his hands on a dish towel. "There was a sort of...organization once, of humans, but that didn't turn out very well." To say the least. Even before the whole thing fell apart, he wasn't big on their tactics. Mostly because it involved shoving a chip in his head that prevented him from hurting humans. Thank god that's gone.
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Which isn't to say a broadsword couldn't also be used, but it would have to be iron - that's the only material besides wood that really gets through the weird energy barrier suckers have going on - and that would be impractical as all hell. Well, okay, any old broadsword would probably work if she was wielding it, but that's beside the point. If she joined SOF, she wouldn't be armed with some medieval monstrosity, and she's not joining SOF, so whatever. Moot point.
She gives her head a little shake as she finishes drying the last dish. "Back home, everyone knows about them. They might not have a lot of practical information, but vampires aren't a secret - and pretty much everyone knows at least one demon cross." That is, everyone has at least one demon cross in their circle of friends, acquaintances, and coworkers that they know of. Partbloods don't exactly shout their condition from the rooftops, though, so really, any given person probably has at least a dozen demon crosses on their solstice card list.
"Demon crosses aren't really a problem, though," she adds as she rehomes a few dishes in a cabinet built into the island. "It's the vampires that are probably going to be running the show in a century or two."
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He glimpses toward the fridge, wondering just how long this is going to take. He washed dishes for that chocolate, after all. It'd be a shame if he woke up before he got to try it.
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And yes, Spike, she hasn't forgotten the vampire fudge. It hasn't really been in there for long enough to set, yet, but she wanders over to the fridge, anyway. "Generally speaking," she continues, "it takes a lot more to start giving people... personality problems." Like a penchant for collecting human organs, which... yuck. "But that's why SOF keeps tabs. If you're a partblood, you get registered."
She opens up the fridge and gives the little pan of fudge an assessing look. Maybe it's because it's a smaller dish than the last few, but it seems to be done - or close enough (how hard did she really want to try for this vampire, again?). She pulls it out and runs her fingertips along the bottom for a temperature check, then carries it back over to the island.