stop! ghost time (open post)

[warmheartedly]

JULY 21; COFFEERS' SHOP (LATE AFTERNOON)

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.

JULY 25; AROUND THE CITY (ALL DAY)

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.]

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JULY 25; AROUND THE CITY

[necromancynow]

Faust, seemingly oblivious to the spectral presence, slipped through the crowd in the early morning. He produced a small metal key from the jacket and entered the door of a medical clinic -- not without a bit of difficulty, however, since he was holding a paper sack in one arm. The bottom of the sack was leaking through a bit with something damp inside.

The sign on the door remained flipped to CLOSED. The lawn outside was dying.

What was he up to...?

GHOST GLOVESSSSS

[goroesi]

Maera barely catches a glimpse of Clara rushing off to the back of the shop, and she's immediately curious. What on earth could be going on back there...? After glancing around, she casts a small illusion spell and heads towards the same hallway herself. If anyone looks at her, they'll see an apron around her neck and hopefully won't question why she's heading into what seems to be an employees-only area.

"Clara? You in here?" she asks tentatively as she looks around for her friend.

AROUND THE CITY (JULY 25; LOCKED TO AZULA)

[warmheartedly]

Oh dear. She got herself into a bit of a pickle.

Her exploration of Haringey had proven fruitful when she left the area, knowing more about what's going on between the vampires and werewolves and why that part of the town is being fought amongst the two. While she stewed over the information she's gathered up, trying to commit it all to memory, she didn't realise a medium spotted her during her trip and was now following her.

Until now, of course, as she narrowly avoids being trapped in a binding circle. She's already stuck here thanks to their earlier magic spells, keeping her from zipping back to the safety of the coffee shop. Last thing she needs is her cage to get any smaller.

She's in a bad part of Waltham Forest so she has a feelings her shouts for help will go unnoticed or outright ignored but it wouldn't hurt to try as she avoids the witch's magic and spells and what nots. This is not what she had in mind when going out today! "Excuse me! Excuse me! Help! Witch!"

July 25; Around the City

[reticence]

Faolan doesn't really have any particular agenda for the day. In between cases, no clients on the book for the afternoon, he finds himself with free time and well. He's never really much cared for the idea of such a thing. Mostly perhaps because he doesn't really know much what to do with himself when it happens. Not really having that many hobbies, not really much for staying idle, he finds himself wandering. Coffee at this shop, breakfast at another. Finding a seat to sit and enjoy both before wandering more. Idly staring in shop windows. Finding himself lunch. He supposes that this is time that people who had friends might call some of them up and get together to do something, but he's never had that luxury. Not since moving to London, at least. So he'll have to settle for this.

It's around two o'clock, and he's no closer to finding an answer as to what to do with himself than he had been at the start of the day. He seems... Well, lost would be one way to put it. And yet how does one manage to look lost while sitting in one place and knowing exactly where they are? However that happens, Faolan is managing it.

(ooc: let me know if this works/if you need me to change anything? :'Da I AM EXCITED TO FINALLY GET THEM TO RUN INTO EACH OTHER i'm sorry it took me this long!!)

July 25th (night if you're okay with that?)

[mygame]

The Nogitsune has established quite a few hideouts, places where he can lay low for a few hours or the night if he has to. So far, he has only avoided going into werewolf territory, most likely due to their sharpened senses. The one that Clara finds isn't in any of the 'settled' territory but next door to Greenwich Park which lingers under no one's control.

The things that sit around on the crude ledges that serve as shelves are of the cheap but flashy variety, gilt instead of gold. Little wonder considering the creature that hoards the shiny things once came from the low class of labourers. When it comes to rhinestones versus real gems, the Nogitsune doesn't have the skills to know which is which. All he knows is that he likes the pretty flash and spin of unique (to him) things.

He takes a look over the abandoned flophouse room as he rises from his daytime sleep. A too human yawn comes from the inhuman creature as he runs a hand through his hair and looks over his trinkets. A stolen cellphone in particular draws his attention as he tries to understand what the hell a 'touch screen' even is.