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[Halloween, as with many other holidays, suffers from a long, long history of synthesis and appropriation. The Gaelic Samhain, the Christian traditions across the ages, the secularized forms -- Emerald London sees fit to consume them all. That's just the nature of the city. That's just how things are.

So how does it look on this fine autumn night? Somehow, some way, even worse than usual. Idiot teenagers trying to prove a point let transformed relatives loose in the streets. Tomorrow, there'll probably be a handful of murders reported in the paper, but so it goes. It's really not all bad. The local covens, in honor of Nyarlathotep, litter the same streets with free food!

Free food laced and cut with all manner of drugs and toxins and god-knows-what, leaving the optionless poor... also rioting in the streets. So it... goes?

So it goes you should stay out of the slums and residential areas. The local honey dens and other clubs are offering fortune telling services tonight for a reduced price. Some wealthy socialites are hosting costume parties, with such fun games as "hey let's sacrifice someone to try summoning this horror" or "let's prick your fingers to see when you'll die." Beggars wearing horse heads go from door to door demanding funds. Assholes in masks and outfits make it difficult to distinguish friend from foe from monster tonight - it's no surprise the death rates skyrocket around Halloween.

But it's nice. It's warm, and the air is crisp and cool. It's a perfect night for an outing.

If you're lucky, maybe you'll even find a group serving unpoisoned food.]

pinupbody

[As usual, in the wake of the old turf war-church explosion, life continues. The relic that caused the problem is likely lost forever or otherwise nowhere to be found, but on the bright side, it's definitely cold enough this week to cool its molten remains, and it might still have some juice left. The interesting thing about modern London and modern Londoners is that they produce so much heat, snow usually doesn't accumulate. And then you have situations like the Thames freezing in the 60s, or the snow earlier this year. Three inches is enough to shut down the trains.

Today is a day not unlike any of those. There's a light blanket descending upon the city today. In its frozen form, it feels a lot less inherently disgusting than the water in the Thames, and smells a lot less -- not at all, even. Almost like it's perfectly normal water, but we wouldn't recommend trying to catch it in your mouth. Or ears. Or eyes. It's maybe better if you try not to absorb too much of it in general. Don't say we didn't warn you.

After all, freezing water removes some impurities. Not all. And there's no such thing as a rain of boiling water, maybe fortunately. If you wouldn't drink water out of the river or a local lake, why would you eat the snow?

Anyway. Trains can't run in weather like this. The city is in the panic you'd expect, but that doesn't mean you have to be -- if you've got somewhere to go, I'd recommend hoofing it immediately. If you were on the run from some religion bent on sacrificing you to resurrect their god, or a scientist trying to fill you with brain parasites? Walk faster.

But, well. That's up to you. Some local cults are out and about today offering safety from the weather and faster transportation (but it's probably in your best interests not to ask the details if you're not a member), for various prices. What do you do?]

orleanide

[Tonight on Victorian London: Emerald edition, we bring you a normal everyday ritual.

For the most part.

Under an abandoned church - the remains of the Order of Dagon - a new group has set up their own gathering. Shrouded in dark hoods, at least twenty people have been separated into groups of three or so with an overseer for each.

In short: it's sort of like a classroom for cultists. Most of these people are new and trying to harness the energy from the rift that infamously goes through London. Surely their god will be pleased. But before they try the main event, they really need to get their newbies into shape. Just going through some basic summonings and magical exercises, nothing that should be too bad.

Enter a problem: See that weirdly shiny relic in the center of these destroyed, watery ruins? Another cult happens to believe that belongs to their God. That cult is currently waiting in the shadows for a moment to strike and attempt to steal it. So maybe they ruined this harmless practice session on purpose or maybe the rift in spacetime was too much for the newbies to handle. Either way, their summoning doesn't go...right. It gives cult number two over there a chance to run in, magic ready.

So where does this leave you?

Maybe you were just summoned in. Maybe you were spying. Maybe you were invited as a witness to the training session. Maybe you were passing by when fireworks started blasting out of the church ruins.

Either way you should probably get out of here. There are strangely spacious sewer exits against the right wall, definitely wide enough for people to go through. There are crumbling stairs and doors going to winding catacombs. Maybe you can follow some of the escaping cultists and hope they don't turn on you. Maybe someone will rescue you.

All of it is up to you.]

orleanide

Hello hello hello!!! And welcome back to Emerald! Surely you missed it! The horrible memes where everyone hooked up while turning into monsters, cults building up and being destroyed, creating the internet a hundred years early, that time Chris did a genocide pretty much single-handed-

ANYWAY. So here's the deal! I don't even know what year it's supposed to be now like 1884?? Anyway first things first. Let's toss down some ideas.

So here's where you post what characters you're probably bringing, what ones you feel like NPCing a bit from ye olde events, what shit you'd like to stir up first, whatever. It'll give everyone a good feel of what they might be interested in bringing in and what we can jump into.

I'LL GO FIRST SINCE I'M POSTING THIS. Sup this is Kisha in an account I don't use I figure you know that but anyway. I'll probably be bringing Kido, Letty and/or Chelsy (Alicemare), A-ya and Junko? I'm pretty flexible though honestly. I'm also considering Rena, Lemina, ...Maybe even Pascal god I dunno. Or Garry.

NPCing/bringing our occasionally wise I'm good with doing anything. Erika would have stuck it out with Zelos, Lion would be running numerous charities by now, Minene is still living in a box bombing churches andddd I think that was it for super important things??

And plot wise god I am craving some body horror like no tomorrow and forced/trapped into horrible situations.

Sup with you guys?

summitshore

[Good morning London, do you need more dumb protagonists in your life? Yes? THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK.

A moron has fallen out of a gate about two feet above ground....oh, my bad, above water. So there's actually a wet cat of a moron stumbling into London. Said wet cat looks like she's been through quite a bit of fighting, and her clothes are scorched around the edges. Also, for whatever reason, she's got a mistletoe keychain wrapped around the knuckles of her right hand. Like it's a weapon or something.

Anybody who can sense these things? This kid's somehow eaten the souls of two powerful demons, and has the potential to do worse.

...poke the demon-soul-nommer, y/y?]

sagacitas

[A couple of things happen today. One, somewhere in London, a dark-haired moron sits up and rubs his head. A few minutes before, a giant glowy gate-thing had briefly opened over the city. He fell out.

And so did some zombies. Zombies who are after your vegetables. The vegetarian zombie apocalypse is now, WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO.]

reliquit

[Today? Today's gonna get kind of freaky, London.

No matter were you are, and what you're doing, you might get smacked in the face with emotions. Desire crawls up your skin like actual live bugs, loneliness empties a room, sorrow feels like a literal fucking weight on your chest. It changes at random, it might not have anything to do with your actual feelings, that stranger over there might be looking mi-i-ighty fine right about now...

You might even start seeing vivid hallucinations. Hear screams and cries and panic where there's no one around in pain. Sometimes you might even feel that pain, savage and ripping right through your heart...only to feel incredibly sleepy, or even euphoric, a second later.

London's full of feelings, today, no reality warping necessary. Enjoy.]

endlesscurse

[There's a newcomer to this world today. He's mighty confused by the sudden shift; there's definitely no city on the mountain. He'll just kind of stand in the middle of a street with what is blatantly wide-eyed confusion on his face. That is, before it starts turning into panic.

For those sensitive to it, however, there's a definite aura around Red. It's twisted and warped and outright wrong and the closer you get to him the worse the feeling gets. It might be somewhat similar to an Old One - but at the same time there's something decidedly different. Nothing about Ghost is remotely "right", after all.]

presages

[HEY EMERALD GUESS WHAT

SPRING IS HERE. Aren't you just so very happy? Odd as weather is sometimes, it could snow again tomorrow, but for now it's warm and comparatively sunny. I mean, the sky doesn't look straight Steampunk series at the moment. That's progress, right?

I would be running a post but I have four pieces of homework to do, so why don't you tell us nice observers what you're doing?]

veratrum

[There's a new god in town, folks.

Or, rather, there's a babby outer god about town today, looking remarkably human and poking around at stuff and things. He can be found just about anywhere, and may indeed pop up literally out of nowhere, just to see what you're doin'.

On a completely unrelated note, by the end of the day much of the higher-ups at London Port authority are dead and Liam's sitting on the bridge and whistling.

Poke the abomination y/n?]

bedazzlement

[So today, on yet another particularly chilly day in London, one might see any number of things.

One particular loser, wherever he may be, will find himself accosted by a ~~monster~~nother loser, very large box in hand. On top of the box is a purple knit scarf, but tagging behind her is our friendly neighborhood antichrist, so maybe that matters not so much?

Another loser may find himself accosted by the same girl later this day, sans box and antichrist, with a green scarf. Any normal people could've just seen her out and about, of course, or in a back alleyway, with an odd bit of red on her. Eh, but that's probably not her, right?

Finally, and totally unrelated to any of these happenings, if you're over in the West End for whatever reason today, you might find yourself getting bumped into by a young man (?), a member of an up-and-coming theatre troupe. His manner is cheerful, if a little on the manic side you'd expect from an Emerald Londoner, with wide, elegant gestures you'd expect from an actor.

He is immediately trying to shake your hand.]

leviathaned

[It is a miserable day, as expected for early March, with thick-ass fog and questionable happenings upon the street. As a highlight of such questionable things, the days of certain individuals may be of interest.

~~the known hooker~~ Sei is currently on the street, carrying a violin case with destination in mind! Later on, he can be found browsing places that make said instruments, as if he's looking for something specific. Even later, he's in a back alleyway covered in blood and really unamused.

~~the eldritch moron~~ Liam is near the riverbank, staring into it as if looking for the answers of the universe. Because he is. Getting to close to him may result in hearing things.

An incompetent idiot is also currently standing in a square with an absolutely fantastic cape and the stupidest hair. He appears to be currently too confused to start panicking. Yet.

What do?]

inblood

[It's been a few days since the...incident with Kumagawa. Thanks to Sei things turned out better than they could have, but it still isn't something Touya could just recover from. He's spent these last few days in his room, avoiding contact with others as much as possible, not eating or talking, barely even responding to anything. Today, Audi finally kicked him out of the room to eat something.

Flatmates can find him poking about for food and making a small and simple snack. He still isn't very hungry, but health is important.

Later on, he ventures out to the streets. With the seal back in its proper place, Bouffalant wasn't really conscious enough to follow Touya, so now Touya's out looking for the buffafro that's been meandering through the streets for days. They'll find eachother eventually, they always do.

Finally, after he's found his buffalo, Touya can be found in a park or other relatively peaceful part of London. He's sitting with his eyes closed, back against the large Pokemon, just listening to everything around him. His head's been ringing ever since that event, maybe if he focuses and listens he can find the cause. He's still too jittery for this to look like meditation though.]

screwreality

[Today is a terrible day! You do not know why it's a terrible day, but it is. Everything's ominous and you've probably walked into ten tables and door frames and couldn't find your favorite coat and perhaps even got robbed by a hobo. Either way, your luck is terrible! Enjoy it! Or not. Because it'll get worse.

Meanwhile in Michi's residence, a corpse has disappeared. Corpses do not usually get up and wander away. This one did and is found standing in the middle of the street staring at nothing. It is almost as terrible as your day is, and you simultaneously run away and get closer.

Both of these are terrible ideas, but there is no correlation between them whatsoever. You're silly to think that way! Go enjoy your terrible day! However you wish to.

But no really, to anyone who comes over there is nothing but terrible here. And up to three bingo squares. Have fun guys.]

tacticaldisaster

[Let it never be said that one's luck stat actually had any influence on whether or not things would go well. Case in point: instead of waking up in a nice sunny field like she did the last time, Robin has woken up underwater.

No, really.

She manages to splutter her way to the surface and dog-paddle to the shore before she drowns, thankfully. Unfortunately, this does not change the fact that this is not Ylisse and she has no idea where this is actually. She is also soaked to the bone, which is not easily taken care of. She does manage to wring out her coat at least.

The obvious way of dealing with being lost is to observe and to ask around, so ask around she does. When she sees someone on the street, she hails them with:] Hi. This is probably going to sound strange, but do you have any idea where I am?

[Finding out where she can dry off and warm up is next on the list of questions, but getting back to the army is priority number one.]

threemiracles

[Its been a few days, and although she hasn't really gotten to talk to anyone, Jirachi's managed to pick up on a few facts about this place. 1) It's another world. Not very surprising to her, really; she's largely unfazed. 2) There are beings out there that humans can't possibly hope to understand. This also fails to bother her - the same description could apply to a good friend of hers, and she isn't human anyway. 3) This city is nowhere near as pleasant as she'd initially thought. That's what gets to her, really. In her short time here, she's managed to see a lot of how this place can affect the people here, how frustrated and unhappy some of them are, just by wandering the streets and paying attention.

Jirachi practically runs on happiness. This may not be her world, but she still has a duty, and she will still fulfill it. She just has to find a few people first...

It would admittedly be a lot easier if she had any idea who she was searching for. She doesn't know names or faces - but then, she never does. She's used to it, it's as regular as the tick of the clock. She just hopes she'll find the right people before the clock ticks its last.

She's approaching anyone and everyone she comes across. The people here aren't as friendly or forward as those back home, so she has to take a more hands-on approach.]

I beg thy pardon, but I am looking for someone...

((OOC: Hiiii it's Letty again. I have some plans regarding this but I really just want Jirachi to get some CR before the week is out. Hit me up on plurk (

Silverstilletto ) or AIM (thisdreamishappy) if you want to plot or anything? I barely have anyone here added on plurk I need to fix that ;;))

screwreality

[SUCH A WONDERFUL DAY! Full of snowbanks and sunshine and ~ROMANCE~. Victorian gents wander around with their ladies. Victorian hobos holler at prostitutes for discounts. Forgetful idiots swarm flower shops for last-minute attempts at getting flowers before they go home and get murdered by their wives.

IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY, YOU BASTARDS! Spam your fellow taggers! Play hard to get and stop responding to everyone but your personal favorite! Sob and eat ice cream while watching your inbox stay empty! CELEBRATE WITH ALL OF YOUR SPIRIT!]

hairpine

[Hello London, it's been a while. Valentine's Day approaches at a breakneck speed. Do you know where your children are?

One Michielaine can actually just be found at her usual cafe, working diligently at her homework. Sorta. Kinda. As diligently as she ever does, I mean.

But on the other side of town, making her way through the back alleyways, is a young lady who some may recognize as Margaret. Whether this is for the best or not is sort of up in the air, considering she is, for some reason or another, covered in blood. But she goes through the alleys at a leisurely pace -- less concerned with getting caught and more with scaring someone.

Not that she's all that concerned with that either.

Alternately, there's just some redheaded gent leaving a local bookstore with a rather large stack. All the titles are obscured.]

alethiological

[Insert comment, get threads. Characters wanted in subject line or comment context w/e w/e.

EXPECT DELAYS BECAUSE I LIVE WITH ASSHOLES]

intellectualrapist

[Today Erika is dressed like a true delicate maiden with a shawl around her shoulders and a book clutched to her chest.

Also she shouldn't be suddenly here Dorian no one actually let her in

sup?]