⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!

BY ANY OTHER NAME↴ Tensions thicken as various supernaturally forces react to the events of the previous week. Something critical is afoot, and it's only a matter of time before things start coming to a head. It's time to find out more about what's happened to this world, and what will happen in its future. ► A NIGHT AT THE FAIR: From the night of the 7th to the morning of the 8th, the Animal Fair is officially in town. There is a top level down below with more information, though you can also RP content from this elsewhere if you wish. The host, who is very likely something called a Wyld Fae (if you discovered that ICly), will be present, but they will only be appearing to you of their own accord and attempting to track them down by force will be ineffective. Just kick back and relax! Fairs are supposed to be fun. ► THORNS IN YOUR SIDE: Culminating in a full fledged attack against the Sanctuary, it would seem that The Rose Queen is declaring war on the changeling population of Portland. Though the vicious attack of thorns against the safe house was eventually stopped, it wasn't without damage, and the black roses that caused it are still popping up around the city and threatening the places where homeless and lost changelings would be likely to congregate. It's obvious now that this is a serious threat - will it ever stop without an intervention? ► HELL ON EARTH: As Anath's march draws near, the first waves of her demons will be entering the city. Primarily acting as scouts and foot soldiers, these demons will be attempting to secure loyalty from the local demon populace, as well as taking out any angels they can manage to catch. It's a level of aggressiveness against heaven's forces that hasn't been seen for years, and it's a foreboding hint of things to come. These demons can be NPCed by anyone, and will mostly be thugs or manipulators who don't know much about Anath's plans but do know that you need to join their side. They are also rowdier than most of the demons in Portland, and are a threat to the innocent mortal populace as well, if they decide to try to get their kicks here. ► THE WIZARD POLICE: The Enlightenment Council seems to have demanded control of the local Circle chapter, and now backup has arrived. These mages are being sent out into the city as if they are a police force, and will be attempting to demand control of various common supernatural areas, as well as questioning community members that they run into. Whatever is going on, it seems to have resulted in the Council instituting what is essentially martial law... of course, not everyone sees any need to heed their demands. If you are a demon, warlock, or other rogue element, expect to be harassed or even attacked by them. These character can be NPCed, and if you need additional information you can ask the mods.

Comments

[whattaprick]

Goddammit, some people just don't know how to take a hint, do they? Lambert is, unfortunately, out of cobwebs to put between him and this guy, and glass to stick it on. The best he can do is raise a roll of scotch tape semi-threateningly, holding it with both hands so one is holding the end and the other is pulling the roll out.

"Who are you?" There isn't any recognition in his face, that much is apparent, but there is confusion. Because Lambert definitely doesn't know who this is, but he's addressing him so familiarly, there must be something to it.

While all this is going on, though, a white cat in a vampire costume decides it's time to investigate the strange man, stepping over and getting fur all over as it brushes against him.

So much text, so little dialogue.... at least he's showing a little personality for once.

[coffincomfort]

"Vincent Valentine, reporting to Nightrider Lambert," he responds in a dry tone.

It's still possible that Lambert might remember something--but if so, it's not on his face, and it's probably not about Vincent at all. Considering he'd known the man for a week or so before this, he wasn't counting on any kind of recognition. But it still makes this more of an annoyance than it would have been otherwise.

Impressively, he does manage to ignore the cat rubbing its face and body and tail all over his shins and knees. It's not that he doesn't move--though that's part of it. He doesn't even look at it, doesn't react facially in any way. All of which doesn't change the fact that he's definitely going to spending 20 minutes of his life with a lint roller later on down the road.

Or maybe he can just use Lambert's scotch tape, he thinks to himself wryly.

(If pushed, he might admit that maybe black isn't the most practical colour for his line of work, even if they're jeans and not formalwear.)

What he does not manage to avoid is wondering if he should feel like the cat's costume is supposed to make him feel a little targetted.

Sometimes he wishes he had never learned what a vampire was at all.

[whattaprick]

Nightrider -- that isn't the first time Lambert's heard that word, and that makes him straighten a bit, narrowing his eyes. The last time he heard it, it was from a shadow in an alleyway, and before that it was ... in a dream? He thinks so, anyway. Those might be easily dismissed as night-time hallucinations brought on by too much worrying, and somehow the last thing he expected was to hear it out loud here, in broad daylight.

"I don't know what that means," he says, slowly, but there's that flicker of uncertainty on his face again, the line between his brows deepening as he tries to think through it. What was it he'd told Strange? Three is a trend.

His spine straightens, shoulders squaring as his jaw sets. "...But I get the feeling you can tell me."

This moment would be a lot more dramatic if there wasn't a noisily purring cat at ankle level.