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Event Log: Fadeout

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!

The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.

By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.

Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.

Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.

So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.

► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!

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demons demons everywhere

( Leliana had felt the trembling before Cecily had mentioned anything, recognising the familiar sight of green in the sky. They were here, and that was the worst thing that Leliana could imagine. No one in Thedas had expected it, and it had been difficult to handle, but here? Where no one was familiar with demons or their world?

She'd gone out, running about the city to gather information to bring to Cecily. How many rifts were they dealing with, how many demons had arrived so far? Many would but if they could try and contain it quickly-

It felt difficult but she knew that Cecily would have the worst to come. At least some of the Inquisition was here to help - to fight off the demons so that Cecily could work.

If you see Leliana it's likely to come with a warning - not to get too close, or what to expect (and do) should you see a demon. Perhaps she's killing one, using her arrows where she can. It's going to be a long few days ahead )

nugs

( It's the one good thing from this encounter - nugs. Whilst there aren't too many that appreciate nugs Leliana adores them, and she's almost a different person with one - softer, a little less guarded.

She's already taken one home but for those left stranded in the streets she can't help but give some care to them, trying to keep them from danger or provide the food she knows they like )

Aren't they wonderful?

( She has one now, tucked away in her arms as she carries it from the street )

Poor things. To be brought here-

beginning - 11/15

[ It shouldn't be a surprise. It isn't, in some ways, considering how Hadriel seems to throw anything and everything possible at them from a myriad of worlds. To have such familiar things pouring in through the Door, though, is... unsettling, to say the least. When she first left home and found the rift hanging in the air, she had believed for a full moment that she was still asleep, dreaming of Thedas.

Unfortunately, it had been real, and she'd needed to act. Trying to eliminate the rift, though, had been the wrong thing to do, had opened up others in a sort of chain reaction all across the city. After she'd made a quick broadcast of warning, she had run off, knowing that the things needed to be closed as quickly as possible.

That's where she is now. The Inquisitor is dashing all around the city, taking direction from others who have seen the rifts, using the anchor to shut them for good. There are more than she guessed and, naturally, the damn things have been releasing demons into the area. Stricken and very guilty, Cecily maintains a quiet panic as she darts from here to there, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as she goes. This is her fault, after all, and though she'd only done what she thought might end the issue before it began... well. Here everyone is. ]

middle (anytime)

[ The demon situation only grows worse. Without other fighters nearby, they aggressively try to stop the Inquisitor from closing the rifts, making it impossible for her to do so on her own. Rage demons are one thing, but she'd spotted a Pride demon earlier and knows that the beasts aren't just killing, but are tempting, possessing. She isn't a mage and isn't an expert on demons, spirits, or the Fade by far, but the circumstances are clearly, painfully dire.

People are getting hurt and worse. It chills her blood as she shoots arrow after arrow into the monsters, raises her affected hand to shoot a stream of vivid green as the anchor connects with the rifts. Cecily thinks inexplicably of Sharon, of how her friend had drawn in the fog world in an attempt to end their captivity here. Though Cecily hadn't intentionally brought Thedas to Hadriel, she can only expect to face similar, if not worse, punishment for inflicting such massive danger upon her fellow residents.

Just one more, just one more - But there always seems to be more than one, and the demons don't stop. The rifts don't stop. ]

end - 11/25

[ The Inquisitor is asleep, half-sitting against a tree. It looks like she'd been coming back from the orchard as her arms are, or had been, full of what some might recognize as the herb elfroot (which is now scattered around her). Cecily snoozes, completely drained, after finally managing to close all the opened rifts with the help of the other citizens. Pup, the huge mabari, lies nearby, awake, but resting. He'd done his own share of fighting in the place of his master.

It'd be a little sad to wake her up, but it's also likely not very comfortable, the way she's sitting... ]

( She's in time to stop Cecily being struck. Her hand had been raised, anchor working to disrupt the rift as the demon drew closer, approaching from behind to strike. The well timed arrow caught it in surprise, stunning it before it could make contact, and another soon follows it )

Inquisitor!

( It's a call of warning as much as anything else. There were so many demons, more rifts than they could handle quickly-

Leliana knew that closing them was draining for Cecily, and that she felt guilt over them being there as she had for so much in their world. So much burden came with one title, and with one accidental encounter.

With the arrows drawing the demon's focus from Cecily to Leliana it gives her a little more time, and thankfully Leliana can kill the demon before it reaches )

( she doesn't need to think, doesn't have time to concentrate on anything else that's happened when the streets begins filling with a new type of beast and the air is full of glowing green portals. Kate throws herself into dealing with that instead of anything else, spending too much time in the clinic and not thinking about anything else.

she's on her way to look for more supplies for the clinic when she catches sight of Leliana, mid-battle with one of the things that's appeared. )

The fuck are these things? ( she has a throwing knife in her hand, ready to launch if need be. )

Demons.

( Her reply is quick, caught in the moment just before Leliana unleashes another arrow into it. This one is stronger, a demon of greater power than some that she's already killed.

Cecily's currently resting, a task that is difficult when the weight of what's happening makes it tough to pull yourself from the fight. But the force of the (smaller than normal) Inquisition is behind Cecily, and they're out fighting demons and protecting others whilst she rests )

They're from Thedas- from the Fade.

( And she would not say no to an assist )

[Faith offs a demon with a column of fire. The thing will burn for a while and be in pain even longer if it survives, but she doesn't stay to watch. She only goes to Cecily, who looks--

Well--]

Looks like you could use a heal.

pawnshop

[Apparently this is the time for Shit To Go Down. Demons are falling out of the sky, there's green shit everywhere, and Miriam has seen enough weirdness to last her about ten lives and maybe two good drug trips. But, in the meantime, life goes on and so does business.

So she's set up at the pawnshop, shifting through piles of crap and a few possible treasures like a good little businesswoman, Barnaby snoring at her feet. Demons are happening, but not in here. Other people can deal with that.

Wander inside and she'll flash a bright grin.]

Hey! You're still alive.

apartments - closed to Charlsie

[The world's gone crazy again, but it's not all bad. Miriam bangs on Charlsie's door, eyes bright, and arms wrapped tight around a box.

The box is squealing in distress. Barnaby may or may not have attempted to eat it earlier.]

Charlsie! I got a present for you!

Edited 2016-11-15 23:32 (UTC)

Always.

[is Sato's reply, beaming over the lid of a rather large cooler he's carrying with both hands. That's one of those expressions that just seems a little funnier every time he hears it.

There's actually quite a bit of blood on his clothes (which might not be too surprising considering the circumstances outside) but he doesn't seem to be injured in the least.]

I'm glad to see you're still open for business.

Edited 2016-11-16 01:17 (UTC)

[There are times Carlisle regrets telling Miriam his change of address. He can tell before he opens the door, hearing muffled squealing beyond it, that this might be one of those days.

But he does open the door for her, stepping aside to let her in despite his reservations. He looks as though the recent events have been a little rough on him: the bags under his eyes are darker, his tabard is missing, his hair isn't as perfectly in-place as he'd normally like; however, he is up and he doesn't completely reek of alcohol, so he considers that a minor victory.

He might be glad he left his tabard off this day as he eyes the yowling box, his gaze darting to Barnaby as though the dog might protect him.]

You got me a box. A box that yells.

building interiors; i'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

[He's heard the warnings. Mostly he's doin' what he can to steer clear of anything that looks vaguely, uh, murder-y. Keepin' an eyesocket out for his bro, but Papyrus seems to be doin' pretty all right for the most part. Definitely not tryin' to welcome the things into their house with open arms, which is a step up.

Mostly, he's kinda worried about the kids. There's three of 'em now, and he knows Chara and Frisk generally look out for each other, but that third little variable there might introduce some complications. So he's out and about, regrettably, even if he'd really rather be takin' a nap right about now.

Anytime he catches a glint of green, he gives the surrounding area a wide berth as advised. He clips through space and cuts corners when he can, zippin' from building to building in the blink of an eye, without a scrap of fanfare, until he can make it to one of the temples. Those tend to be safe spaces.

If you need someone to help you out of some scrape, Sans really ain't your best bet. But he might be able to take you on a shortcut to someplace safe. You know, since he's already passing through.]

rooftops & temples; when all the others were just stirring awake

Sans has found a couple bottles of something. One of 'em red, one of 'em green, and both of 'em pretty obscure to him in terms of purpose. Though the red heart emblazoned on the former bottle is pretty indicative of what it's meant to be. The second one is, uh, a little less obvious, at least at first.

He tucks the healing potion away. Pays to have somethin' like that on hand, even if he's pretty sure he ain't gonna be the guy to use it. As for the green one, he'll use it as an excellent conversation piece if anyone comes upon him - leaning up against the wall inside one of the temples, or perched nonchalantly on the roof with his legs swingin' as if the world ain't goin' to hell.

"Any idea what this thing does?" he drawls to whoever might pass by, giving the bottle a little shake.

shops; i'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one's head

[So Sans has no idea what little fennec foxes eat. He's not real sure what the fox even is, truth be told, though he's fairly certain it ain't a demon, posturing or otherwise. Either way, it seems pretty content to perch on his shoulder or curl up in the hood of his jacket. He pokes around in the shops for a time, tryin' to coax the thing to eat.

Ketchup? Nah. Mustard? Not even close. It huffs disinterestedly with every offering, prompting an amused chuckle from the skeleton it seems to have taken an inexplicable liking to.

Little help, maybe?]

city streets; i'm gonna teach you how we're all alone

Should'a known good things wouldn't last. He ain't so naive to assume that he'd get to steer clear of the danger for the duration of the event. Nah, that ain't him. He knows better than to assume that, 'specially with his track record.

He knows the thing is following him pretty early on - it's impossible to miss it, really, the way its body is stooped all over in a contorted arch, its head bowed, its skin loose and gray. It's even...cowled, as though wearing a funerary shroud. He even blips himself a bit away a couple times to put it off the scent, but funny thing, it...it just kinda keeps coming. Really stuck on him, huh?

Yeah, well. No thanks. He's done with things fucking around with his skull for now. Got enough psychological trauma in there to last him a couple lifetimes or so, honestly.

Don't engage. Just keep walking. And maybe, y'know...don't walk anywhere the kids might be hangin' around. He can keep this problem to himself. Kids've got enough on their shoulders as it is.

But sooner or later, it turns out he can't keep dodgin' forever. 'Cause the thing finds him, and he don't blip himself outta there quick enough. It advances, uttering a low, sibilant hiss.

It cocks its head at him, birdlike. Like he's a curiosity to it. Yeah, he's real curious, ain't he?

"Heya," says Sans, levelly. "Whatcha doin' there, pal?"

Another step.

"No thanks," says Sans. "I'm good, really. Donated last year and everything."

But then it turns out that it don't gotta say anything else. Not really. Sans has that all worked out for himself, seems like. All that regret, all that guilt, dulled away to a worn and polished thing secreted away in the posterior of his skull, well - it had to go somewhere, didn't it?

It boils up, up and out. He's pretty sure, in that moment, that if the kid cut him open again - hell, if anyone did - they'd be able to see it all come spillin' outta him like a piece of rotten fruit, black and rancid and staining the air with a bitter, bile-like putrescence. It cobwebs up into his ribcage, wraps itself around his fragile SOUL, and Sans starts to laugh.

"That's it, huh?" he says weakly. He still manages to look the thing in the eye, or its closest approximation thereof. 'Cause for all he's standin' there, rooted to the spot, he's still smiling.

And he keeps smiling.

"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, pal." The words drag outta him painfully, rasping like stone grinding over stone. "A whole lot better."

Unfortunately, the thing seems to accept that as a challenge. It bows its head, and if it weren't for the fact that its face is little more than a twisted-up melange of parts that shouldn't stuck together like that - shit, he'd say the thing is smiling.

Fancy that.

It's like clockwork, these little snafus. You could practically set your watch by them.

Like Sans, Wade had been fully intent on finding a place away from the ensuing chaos he knows is coming. Like Sans, he knew in his heart of hearts that it probably wouldn't have made any difference-- clusterfucks like this seemed to have a way of finding him regardless of whether or not he was the cause of it-- but he figured there'd probably be a lot less collateral damage if he just stayed out of it. It's not that he was against a little chaos. Far from it, actually. It's just that he didn't feel like getting dicked around by gods who at worst got their jollies by seeing the mortals scramble around like ants under a magnifying glass, and at best didn't know their assholes from a hole in the ground. Or was it the other way around? Frankly, Wade didn't know which explanation was the preferable one.

This city, however, seems hell-bent on getting even the most reluctant of shit-stirrers involved in its little games. Which is why when Wade rounds the corner and sees Sans standing motionless before a cloaked figure grimacing at him like some sort of lovechild of Steven Tyler and Mr. Ed, Wade reacts to this with all the aplomb of one who's Seen All This Before.

"Hey there, Sans. Who's your, uh... friend?"

Doesn't stop his hand from straying to the holster at his belt, though. That thing looks rather unfriendly. And bitey.

Edited 2016-11-16 03:07 (UTC)

"Door-to-door salesman." He could set his teeth on that grin of his, bit more pained than is typical for him. But everything's started to well up like a fresh set of cuts. Couldn't save Papyrus. Couldn't save Undyne. Couldn't save a nice lady with integrity. Couldn't keep his promise either, huh? And then that kid. That kid, they come on in here with a grin and a knife and an intent to use it, and he learns that it ain't all that clear-cut, is it? Learns that he fucked 'em up real bad with his words and his judgments, and only one half of the anomaly is even gonna admit it.

The thing barely had to give him a push, and he's already wallowing in it.

Sans laughs. If he had lungs he'd be breathing heavily by now, he's pretty sure. Not sellin' it quite as hard as usual.

"Really doin' their best to get under my skin."

It's, uh, a real good thing skeletons don't have tear ducts. Good thing they don't have hearts to constrict, a throat to close. His shoulders curl up marginally in a partial hunch.

"Heh heh...funny, huh?" he says as the thing hisses again. "A real riot."

[The longer this goes on, the more likely it is that people will get hurt. The rifts sing to him--just like they did at home, calling him closer, trying to pull him back through. But the demons were the worst bit. They were the ones that tore through and damaged anything in their way, including the people.

He'd been flitting around through the hordes of them--vanishing here only to reappear and slash there--trying to put as many down as possible. But he isn't a warrior or even a mage--he can only do so much with his knives without the armor or the magic that others had.

Of course Cecily was in the middle of it; even if he could only catch glimpses at first, he could tell. She always tried to help people and she was the only one here who could stop this. He tried to move closer, but there were too many in the way. Eventually, he makes it close enough to yell.]

Close it!

[Barnaby gives the box a derisive sniff, then promptly lies down on the floor. Miriam just laughs, thrusting the box at Charlsie. He needs a project.] It's just mad 'cause Barnaby almost ate it. But it's a present! And it's for you.

Opportunity comes knocking, we'll be around to let it in. [Well, she will. The boss doesn't always appreciate opportunity when Miriam points it out.] Whatcha got, mister?

Beginning - Here to Help

[Rifts have opened up around the city, releasing a new form of monster for them to deal with. As one of the city guard, Jill felt the need to go out and help as many people as she could. She wasn't sure how, but she'd kill a demon or get someone to safety. Something had to be done.

She geared up with a crossbow, bolts, and then her sidearm and clips. Hopefully, she won't have to use any of the precious bullets to deal with the situation, but if a life was on the line, she wouldn't hesitate to do what she must.

When she thinks she hears voices down the street, she hurries to investigate and calls out.]

Hello? This is Jill Valentine of the city guard. Does anyone need help?

Middle - In Fear's Grip

[It started at home. Jill was taking a rest with every intention of going back out again later tonight to help anyone she could. She showered, brushed her blond hair, changed into a pair of black tights and a comfy over-sized t-shirt, and curled up on a chair with a cup of coffee. That's when she saw it. And she ran.

She grabbed her shoes and bolted right out the door, not stopping for an instant. By the time she was finished, it was exhaustion that made her sink to the ground, her heart beating so hard it felt as though it would burst in her chest. Jill grabbed her hair and shook. God, what was this? She was so damn afraid. There was no way. No way she could go back to her apartment.

As the night crept on, she moved into the entrance of an alley between two buildings and hugged her knees to her chest.]

Nonono... nono... please no...

[Someone passing by just might hear the woman, terrified beyond belief. Jill, normally so collected, a rock in the face of danger, was whimpering like a child.]

[Sato plunks the cooler down on the counter. It's not that heavy, really, but it is a bit cumbersome to carry around. He doesn't bother to open it and show the goods, just starts checking out the 'merchandise', such as it is.]

I thought that with a location so close to the clinic, having a few spare parts might be useful for someone.

[Or perhaps as monster bait, a light snack for some of the more monstrous inhabitants... Sato doesn't really care. But if they're willing to accept a few 'human' organs, well, he should be able to really clean up... and not have waste time sifting through the shops for things he needs.]

[ Jill had suggested that Will became her partner, officially with the City Guard if he could get in, or unofficially as just a concerned citizing, so when he heard her calling out her name as she ventured closer to where he was, Will came running around the corner.

His gun was still confiscated and he'd been banned from the armory, so instead, Will was wielding a metal pipe he'd found in earlier events. ]

Jill?... Jill!

[ Comming to a halt as he dashed around the corner, skidding a little and almost bumping into her and dropping his pipe at the same time. He panted, doubling over and placing his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. ]

I saw what I think was one of those, those things but it's near an open tear and I'm pretty sure that's where they're spawning from.

[ He'd done his best for now. Warning people off in the other direction but now Jill was here and she'd know what to do, right? She told him she was trained to fight zombies and biochemically enhanced people. Hopefully that covered demons too?...]

[ It had been a long and tiring day, Will had probably been more active than someone in his condition should be. It was no wonder he'd crashed, burned and passed out when he'd finished helping Jill clear the streets of scared and injured people. Will was looking for medication in some of the abandoned stores, he'd avoided the routes he knew him and Jill hadn't cleared or where those ominous green tears were lingering.

Having lucked out and found a half empty bottle of what he hoped was going to be some kind of painkiller, an aspirin would be wonderful- He was now making his way back to his apartment. Unlike Jill who had side she was taking a break before heading back out, Will felt as though he'd done all he could tonight and was happy to retire to bed.

That was when he heard the sound, the unmistakable sound of someone terrified into shock.

Listening out as he neared the alley where the sound was coming from. He had no weapon on him this time, just a glass bottle of water that, if push came to shove, he could smash and make a jagged fighting tool of some kind out of.

The shock on his face when he saw who it was. ]

Jill... Hey, hey, Jill! What's wrong?

[Dropping his items instantly to kneel down before her. His hands on her shoulders and despite himself, he made a move to look her in the eyes. She was clearly not herself and that was a terrifying sight to see. ]

It's okay. Shh, Shhh There's no one here, it's just us. It's Will.

[When Will came running for her, Jill is startled and catches him by the arms when they nearly bump into each other. The last thing they need is to get injured by bumping into one another. They have bigger problems to deal with.]

Good work.

[She knows going after monsters isn't easy.]

Can you show me where it is?

[And she will just do her best to kill it. Jill just hopes her weapons actually have an effect on demons.]

[When his hands touched her shoulders, Jill recoiled, kicking away and scrambling toward the wall, as if she could bury herself inside of it. She doesn't look at him, either, which is definitely not normal for the queen of eye-contact.

After a moment, though, it dawns her on that it's him.]

Will?

[She looks at him, blue eyes large and fearful. Yes, it is him. Then, in what probably seems like a ridiculous gesture, her hands come up to her disheveled hair and fingers through it.]

Oh God. I must look terrible. I just... I had to get out of there as fast as I could.

Demons

Pharah has by now gotten herself a room in a spire and established a routine wherein she wakes up early, uses the circular staircase for a quick, jog, showers and eats, then dons her armor and proceeds outside for patrols. She doesn't trust the rifts and generally tries to keep her distance, but she does want to keep an eye on the area in case they end up doing something weird.

Which, of course, is exactly what happens when Cecily tries to close one and Pharah's hit with the shockwave. It's not long before the demons follow, and Pharah immediately jets into the air to get away from them. From there, though, she takes a quick look around to see if anyone else needs assistance. Does she notice you? Do you flag her down? Or maybe you catch her when she's forced to land and the demons find that an opportune time to attack; maybe, then, she needs your help.

Foxes

It's not just people that Pharah helps. Well into the fight, Pharah can be seen cradling a little Fennec fox pup in her hand. At this point, she's trying to get the poor thing to safety in her own home before heading back out to the fight, but it's a fight just to get back to her apartment. Help a fox out?

It?

[He's not sure he likes the sound of that. He looks at the box as though it may explode, but seeing how Miriam doesn't seem like she's going to take no for an answer (when has she ever?) he does take the container from her. It rattles in his arms; he tightens his grip, clearly surprised.]

This is how the day starts, before there is any warning of demons and their true danger is made apparent: a pair of voices in conversation in the apartment. Henry's, and one that is both seductive and infernal.

There are no bargains made. Henry would refuse and cut down the creature before it finished speaking. The last thing that he would do is besmirch his honour.

His trial is something much more insidious: an illusion. He has no idea that he speaks with a desire demon. Some dreams feel so real that you only learn you were dreaming after waking up.

He might as well be fast asleep the way that he stares into nothing, seeing that which is out of reach.

The themes are familiar. What is new is the pressing urge to give in.

There is a bite in the air today, a brisk and invigorating cold. Henry loves days like this when the last days of autumn teeter on the edge of winter. But then, he is Northumbrian. Iamarl looks less pleased by the weather. Perhaps the lighter clothes she prefers were suitable down south, but they are insufficient here in his home county.

He can see goosebumps on the exposed part of her forearms and feels a pang of temptation. He imagines running his hands over her skin and chasing them away. Impulse control is not his strongest point; he steps in and presses his palms to her arms.

It feels like an age since Henry was last in London, able to revel in Edward and Iamarl's company behind closed doors. It is a pity that Edward cannot just slip away as Iamarl can – besides the fact he can never travel freely, it is royal business that brings him up north – but they will reunite with him in a matter of days as court converges.

She looks at him with her expressive violet eyes, her white-painted lips parting.

“I am not so cold,” she protests, with a undercurrent of embarrassment.

Henry laughs at her particular brand of stubbornness: a determination to never inconvenience anyone however ill-advised. Too much longer outside and she will be shivering.

“What would Edward say if I dragged you back to York ailed by a chill?”

She sighs in response, but expressive as her face is he can see her folding: God forbid that she inconvenience their prince in particular. Iamarl is not a woman of many words. All conversations with her are half-spoken in physical cues. When he feels her lean in slightly, he knows he has won.

“Come along. Let us see you warmed.”

[ Tina burst through the door and then quickly pressed her back against it. A wide, daft grin on her face, looks like she's missing a tooth too by that smile of hers.

As Miriam greets her, Tina waves, dropping a handful of crap she'd brought with her, to scatter all over the floor. ]

Ugh, crapsicles! Hold up gurl!

[ Clambering to her hands and knees, Tina crawled over the floor, gathering up the random bits and bobs she's scavenged, collecting up and putting them in the skirt of her dress as she carries them over to where Miriam sat and tipping most of it onto the counter. It's mostly lego blocks she stole from the Alcohol demon, a few shiny stones, various coins and alien money as well as a few of her own, very rare blocks of eridium. ]

Sooo~ don't s'pose yoo could do me a flava and see if any'o this crap is craptastic enough to trade for that!

[ Pointing over to a shelf behind her, at something that looks like a toy or a child's old rundown saddle. ]

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Event Log: Fadeout

leliana ( open )

cecily trevelyan ; ota

did you say action

heeeey sexy lady

puts chantry clothes on

middle

Miriam Day

pawnshop

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sans | ota, will match format

city streets

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Middle; AS PROMISED

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Jill Valentine | OTA - will match format

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Beginning;

Middle;

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Re: Middle;

Pharah || OTA

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15th ✠ closed to Maketh Tua;

Pawnshop!