emotioneater: (Caught in a lie)
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Cooper should have known things wouldn't quiet down for long. He'd been back at his own apartment for only a few days when he awoke one evening to find a group of honest-to-God fairies in his room. They were small, multicolored, and absolutely lovely. They were also glaring at him like he was the devil himself. Their spokeswoman was quick to pipe up and inform him that, during his binge eating during the past month, they had lost several of their brethren and sistern. This was not to go unpunished. Before Cooper could say so much as a word in protest, he felt himself enveloped in a cloud of dust and felt himself suddenly shrinking in size.

When the dust settled, his clothes now on the ground around him, everything looked a lot bigger. He had a mirror in his bathroom and awkwardly walked into the room, perching on his new hind legs to get a good look at....just what was he? Whatever it was, this was not going to be good. He was well and truly cursed.

Wandering Around London (OTA) )

Fairy Tale Ending (Open to curse-breakers only) )
stauncherhearted: (turn away)
[personal profile] stauncherhearted
[An August catch-all! Please note that Nancy has been cursed to compelled to tell the truth. This curse lasts until she reveals 3 things that she never would have otherwise, or until the next full moon (Aug 29). Please mention if a thread occurs AFTER the 29th as for now, she's defaulting to cursed.

Lots of fun. Please see these lovely starters, and check the comment section for a few starters. Want something specific? you know where to find me ([plurk.com profile] sheakespeare).]

Option A
white or black, it's still a lie )

Option B
every city that you fly )

Option C
I sit down & wonder why )

Option D
Wild Card. Make your own prompt.
necromancynow: (Default)
[personal profile] necromancynow
[This is the placeholder post for Faust's search for a way to communicate with his dead wife. Prompts inside!

Warning: probably contains mental torture and/or physical harm]
warmheartedly: (a long night;)
[personal profile] warmheartedly

Clara doesn't always snoop around the city and sometimes her work isn't always needed in the school. Sometimes she likes to stay in the shop. Sometimes she enjoys listening to idle conversation of the customers, not really listening in on them, that'll be rude, but nonetheless enjoying the buzz of activity the shop has during their busiest hours.

And sometimes that isn't enough. That's when she goes over and pokes around the lost and found box, seeing what's there and if anything is something that belongs to a current patron she can give back to without them looking. It's there that she finds a pair of marigold gloves during her search and about them draws her to them... Naturally she reaches out to and concentrates a bit to have a goodish grasp of it to see if there's a nametag anywhere when she notices a peculiar thing:

It feels... solid under her touch, real and tangible without the strange numbness to her fingertips she's become accustomed to at this rate. It takes her a second to realise what this means. She can touch them! She can hold them! She can do it with ease, most importantly of all.

Oh, what an exciting day for her as she mutters one little apology under her breath and zips off to the back of the shop with her new item. Already she has a little million ideas for them popping into mind, the excitement of the discovery along with the possibilities just enough to drown out her guilt for taking something out of the lost and found box that isn't hers.


After the last few days of activity, Clara decides it's time to be both proactive and to use her gloves to her advantage.

She'll now be found in areas that she usually doesn't snoop around in her attempts to glean information: The darker parts of the city, the seedier alleyways of the town, and etc. She'll peek through windows and go through walls, doing her best to stay invisible and quiet as a mouse while going through things with a newfound ease thanks to her gloves. (When she can bear the itching for long as she can, of course. Goodness do they chafe her skin.)

From Haringey to Hackney to Waltham Forest and then some, she'll be exploring and peeping into a lot of people today if she can. It's risky but she does her best. If she's to be a good observer of information, she needs to dig deep and hope she finds some things out, see what's going on in the heart of the city.

[ OOC: Or make your own scenario in your comment! Prose and brackets welcomed! A note, though, is that only one person can step in to help Clara get rid of the medium that she'll run into on July 25.]
iceolationqueen: (seriously?)
[personal profile] iceolationqueen
back here )

[OOC: Anyone who would like to be an attack victim is welcome to join in! Please read and respond to this plotting post and then jump right in.]
stauncherhearted: (devious)
[personal profile] stauncherhearted
[A July catch-all! Pick an option and say hello, or start something more specific in the comments. Hit me up on plurk if you want a specific starter!]


Option One
telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare )

Option Two
honey I'm on fire, I feel it every where )

Option Three
Nothing scares me anymore )

Option Four
Wild card. Make your own, drop me a line, whatever. A few private starters in the comments!
veratrum: (pterois radiata)
[personal profile] veratrum
A. The Curious Incident of the Vampire in the Nighttime
The Curious Incident of the Vampire in the Nighttime )

B. We don't Want no Education
We Don't Want No Education )

C. Wildcard!
Feel free to make your own starter, or PM me and I can set up one specifically for you!
necromancynow: (Default)
[personal profile] necromancynow
A: Faust's clinic, Lambeth:

Patients that had other options did not visit Dr. Faust. His bedside manner was impeccable during the day, of course, and his medical knowledge was near-encyclopedic. But often he looked as though he had not slept in days and there was a strange, distant component to his manner that had been present ever since the loss of his wife some years ago. And his touch, even to ordinary patients not overly sensitive to the supernatural, made the flesh crawl in inexplicable fashion.

But of course there were many patients that did not have other options. Faust opened the door to the waiting room, peeking his head through with a mildly encouraging smile. "Next?"

B: Night visits

Faust was out at the graveyard, peering down into a freshly-dug grave in the Earth. Empty, as of yet, but he preferred bodies that had had time to... settle. He looked over his shoulder at the skeleton trailing behind him. It was carrying a shovel and spade.

"Over on the east side, if you please."

Time to do a little grave robbing.

Feel free to make up your own! Faust's been in London for a few years and hands out business cards for his clinic on occasion, so your character may have heard of him by reputation :).
mygame: (could you page Melissa McCall for me?)
[personal profile] mygame
1) Covent Garden, Camden, Night Council Territory
Your power is over - Covent Garden, Camden, Night Council Territory )

2. Tower Bridge, Southwark, Islington Nest territory
I've come to change the order - Tower Bridge, Southwark, Islington Nest territory )

3. Greenwich Park, Greenwich, Disputed territory
I'm Back, Again - Greenwich Park, Greenwich, Disputed territory )

(Or feel free to add a wildcard start! The Nogitsune is a roamer and not especially caring who's territory he's in. Good with prose or brackets)
kleptofaeniac: (pic#6499973)
[personal profile] kleptofaeniac
A: Library
It was a shame it couldn't last )

B: Tarot
but every chapter has to end )

C: Stealing from a Dead Woman (a...again.)
you must agree )

Make up your own if you feel up to it!


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