Snow creatures?

You thinking what I'm thinking? AKA wanna go blow them up with fire based cocktails?

T
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Wonder if cigarette butts would work on those things in a bind?

[Attached are photos of an apartment in Everglade.]

How does this look? Decent enough two bedroom so plenty of space. Should I try and snag it?

And on the way, just making a detour for smokes and booze. :)

T

Its official, I'm a vampire.

I had to raid your blood, tried to see if sunlight would help and it just made things worse.

Will restock come nightfall, got an address for a source since people are saying this won't last. Will need you're help too.

And if you think about it snag me some chips?

T

[ ACTION : Cassiy + Tulip ]

So far, Cassidy had rather been enjoying life in his new home. He had Tulip, he wasn't (always) afraid for his life, he had comraderie with other vampires, and he could, presumably, start on the straight and narrow.

Not that he had any interest in that.

But now that the day was winding down and the night was finally beginning, Cassidy sat himself down and happily began nursing a bottle of whiskey. It didn't do much for him usually, but he liked the taste and it took the edge off. But something was strange. It settled warm in his belly, which was rather unusual for him, considering he normally drank whatever was under the kitchen sink and barely felt a thing. But nothing about the habit changed, at least until he got about halfway through the bottle, and suddenly he felt very, very lightheaded and warm.

"Tulip?" He called out, setting the bottle away from him. "Tulip, help!" Clearly, he'd been poisoned. Who would do such a thing? Why? What could he even do? ...Could he even be poisoned? Nothing he'd tried so far had worked. The room steadily went blurry, and he had trouble focusing on anything at all.

Something was very, very wrong. But... he didn't hate it? In fact, there was a distant memory of this feeling prodding at the back of his memory. This wasn't a new sensation, not by a long shot, but it was an old one. What that meant, he still wasn't sure. Tulip surely would know... right?

I think I found us an apartment!

[Attached are apartment specs for a 2 bedroom in Everglade and one in Attleton.]

Also stopping for smokes, you need anything else?

Tulip

Your New Best Friend

As many people know, Old Everglade is largely abandoned and for good reason. New Everglade may have a lot of current residents, but the deeper into Old Everglade you get, well… the more off-kilter and less controllable things get. It’s why most NPCs won’t tread there nowadays unless they really need something.

A teenage boy by the name of Thomas is worried for his sick grandmother. His grandmother is terminally ill and, though taken care of at Everglade’s Nightingale Care Institution, is likely not to make it through to the new year and told him about a childhood toy she had back when she used to live in Old Everglade. For this reason, Thomas ventured into Everglade’s abandoned areas and found the toy- this doll seems to have made friends, however, and in chasing it it led him to a very, very old bridge. The bridge was rickety, barely standing, but determined to see his grandmother smile one last time, Thomas persevered.

This was not the best idea Thomas has ever had. Crossing the bridge broke a series of seals that had been placed onto the bridge to cordon off an island known as the Isle of Doll. Thomas’s grandmother’s doll had been from outside of it and had been coaxed into bringing a human there to break the seal so they could become true friends, and in doing so released the dolls from the island. Though the island was small, it was filled with hundreds of abandoned dolls, all lining the edge of the island. They move in jerky, rickety movements as if they should not be moving at all. And now they’re out, and they’re coming to Everglade to find new friends. Forever friends. Friends that won’t ever, ever be able to leave them. Ever again.

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( Optional Prompts )

[Seclusion's not a good fit for Ted. If it keeps up, he's worried he'll withdraw to the point of disappearance, as it seemed so many others had. Better make at least the occasional effort at socializing, and what better than geeking out about one of his favorite subjects? It starts with a single image before his usual discursion.]
"Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it." Another good epigram springs to mind: "Whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased, and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted." Here, in the sixteenth Trump, one can see that terrible topsy-turvydom of Heaven.

Of all of the Major Arcana it's certainly the most dramatic. The lightning, the flames, the ruin, the dual plunging figures! Goodness, a man could faint to look at it. The meaning looks very obvious too, doesn't it? The astonishing suddenness of catastrophe. But why? What deed merited decisive divine fire? 

Well, one much like the Tower of Babel. If you haven't heard that story, it goes something like this: In ages past, men all spoke the same language, yet were very puffed up. They thought they might collaborate and build their way into Heaven. So proud and vulgar, God couldn't help but to blast their edifice to bits, and confuse the languages of men for good measure so they wouldn't repeat that mistake. In Genessia, of course, our languages have been reconciled, but I fear the world still wants for humility. It would surprise me not at all if our current circumstance is the result of a lot of clever, powerful people who got it into their heads that their works were a match for heaven. Heaven tested their works, and...heh, well, the latter tends to win those comparisons. Brutally.

And yet...is it strange, is it morbid to look at this and be very happy? All the Trumps communicate love, in their way. Even The Devil, if you're charitable enough. But love is a wild thing; I've heard legends that if one were to ever look on a countenance full of love, it would seem, to earthly minds, indistinguishable from hatred. It would look that ferocious. Perhaps it's down to preference. Some take pleasure in meticulously building complicated arrangements of dominoes or houses of cards. Other, simpler minds like myself, rather like knocking them down better. Doubtless, if one spent a long time building something and then lived in it, having its top blown off in a fit of pious pique would be inconvenient.

Even so, doesn't it look as though love is seen here, at its most severe? It's as though the card communicates that no matter how elaborate or stony one's artificiality, they shall not be allowed to go on forever. There is a limit, and it comes good and hard. Much to our chagrin; much to our charity.

I'm interested in other voices than my own, believe it or not. Well, how does number sixteen strike you?

[A: video to bounty hunters]

[Tulip is seen on camera with listings in hand. She comes with a simple question.]

A friend from home and I are looking into joining forces as bounty hunters, me as primary and him as backup muscle. We know how the other works since well in our world bar fights are our idea of fun, our missing friend being the 3rd of the group.

So twofold: can two person teams take bounties and which city has good pickings for bounties? Because we're looking at apartments as we speak.

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[B: Action for Cassidy at the commons]

[After a quick outing for smokes/beers and to check into an apartment Tulip's back at the commons in her and Cassidy's shared space. Having him around has done a number in the best sense since she can't get lost in her head and well she's better off with her friends. But he can see right through the mask she wears in public, the events in New Orleans and being shot by the Grail have left its mark in more ways than one. And without Jesse being able to use Genesis to make her sleep she's not sleeping well if at all. But once she knocks to let Cass know she's back the mask is back.]

Only me Cass! I bear booze, smokes, a pizza and apartment leads. [As she drops her bag and jacket onto a nearby chair. She sets the pizza within reach since she knows her friend that well.]

[The image moves around a bit, focusing first on a very bright blue eye before it's pulled back to reveal... well a child, a little seven-year-old child. She frowns as she presses her lips together.]

I think it's on...

[She walks up closely to the camera again.]

I'm not sure... oh well, I'll shall have to simply hope it is and if not, I'll do it all over again.

[She pulled away and offered a curtsy to whomever may be watching.]

Oh ah, hello and how do you do? [Whoever is out there.] My name is Alice Liddell, it's a pleasure to meet you!

Oh um, well, wherever you may be, in any case, you see... I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. [She gestured to a part of the city that is the library and most definitely not Kusanagi and Haller Home for Children.] I was told to go to the home for children, but I'm afraid I must have taken quite a few wrong turns as I'm very much not where I should be... unless the home for children is a library?

... Well, I suppose we would never run out of things to do and lessons would be quite easy but I am rather sure it isn't. And if I'm rather sure, then that means I'm fairly certain, and if you're fairly certain, you can rest assured!

Would uh, would someone please be so kind as to help me get where I need to go? I'm afraid I've lost my way... Unless this is another part of the Looking Glass, I suppose, and then all ways are the queen's way... but I'm sure it isn't, it said it wasn't.

Thank you very much!

Oh! Also... is the Home for Children, is it a nice home? [She doesn't want to live somewhere nasty.] It's... It's not an orphanage, is it? Or a workhouse?

[An anxious face appears on the screen.]

What the fuuu... Oh, hey. I'm dreaming, right? Or this is a hallucination. I'm still at the party and this is a hallucination. That's gotta be it.

Can you text and hallucinate? Oh, shit, I hope I don't say something dumb while I'm...

[Stares at device.]

This is on, isn't it?

[Before going to meet Cassidy Tulip posts a feeler about housing.]

My vampire friend just landed so any cities kind to people like him? The main problem is daylight and him don't mix.

[ The feed starts up at a somewhat unflattering angle of Cassidy's long face. The lighting isn't great, but there's enough to see his features. He looks tired, confused, and maybe a little frustrated. The setting for most people will easily be recognized as The Bay. ]

Right, so. Not sure who's gonna be seein' this, but, if this phone is what this little booklet says it is, then someone out there's got to hear me, right? Glory of technology and communication and all that

So now that we've gotten that out of the way, I've got some things to say. Whatever sick game's bein' played here? Not havin' it. It's bloody mental, is what it is. Bloody liftin' people off the street, they are, shovin' em in bloody space capsules and shite, givin' em a chance t'make a life? Don't buy it for a second. And whatever government agencies're listenin', cos you're always bloody listenin'... I'm sorry I exposed your foreskin-lotion cartel, all right? So.. now that we've got that out of the way, you'll let me go back, then? Got important things I need t'take care of..

[ His face falls a little. ]

Someone's hurt and I need t'help her. Or... if anyone's listenin' who gives a shite, maybe if you've got a heavy blanket or an umbrella or somethin'..I've got a terrible sun allergy and I can't go out durin' the day, now. Or... just a time when the sun goes down.