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INTRO MINGLE
cittàgazze: week 0 intro
the city of magpies
the city of magpies
40 Remain
Whatever you were doing previously, wherever you were, you come back into yourself very abruptly, after going through a haze. Quite literally, as it turns out. You and your daemon are left to wander through a thick, cloying fog, where sights and sounds are muffled. All attempts to call out don't result in much, and your voice is just swallowed up. At least you're not alone—no matter their form, you know who and what they are, and they stick close to you, just as without answers as you are. How unfortunate.
But your feet carry you until, finally, the actual fog clears—at least, enough to let you see the street you walk along—and now your surroundings are a little more apparent. Even if you're far from home, maybe in less than ideal condition at the moment, at least you're not alone in this? Turns out it isn't just the two of you. As if they've walked right out of the fog, themselves, there are others on this long boulevard lined with palm trees, breathing in the stormy sea air, just like you.
Hard to say where you've wound up, and just when in the day, with the storm overhead. It's not night, that's for sure, and it's some sort of city, though it looks a little... worn down. Abandoned. Weird. Where are all the people, besides you? There's movement, occasionally, but whoever it is skitters away and disappears before you have a chance to get a closer look—at first, anyways. Maybe you can catch them after exploring a bit?
... though, maybe you want to change, first? ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ) Wow, you're really dressed up for... well, what sort of occasion would warrant this...
Some further walking on the boulevard leads you along storefronts of various kinds, but one in particular stands out. Looks like there's a message that's been posted up on a shop bulletin board, standing out due to intent. Just pinned in place, after the rest of it was obviously cleared out in a hurry, with some pages having been torn off and leaving corners and bits behind.
- The note's colors seem to change dependent on the angle you're looking at it from, either shimmery gold or silver, with a faint sheen of another color that varies depending on the penmanship.
In handwriting that barely seems legible will read the following: I hope you enjoy my gift!! And don't worry you're ALL beautiful. ;)
In loopy but legible handwriting, with little hearts for the dots over their I's: We'll try to get some answers for you guys, since I'm sure you have a lot of questions. For now, check out the shop for some bags! I'm sorry that it's not much, considering the situation, but if there's anything else you need—there's plenty of other shops around the city. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!!
Just below that in neat handwriting that almost looks straight out of a text book: I know it might be scary to find yourselves in a new place, but I promise that things will be okay. We'll make sure it's okay. Maybe there's something here that you can find out before we can get to you. Try to get along the meantime—we'll talk to you as soon as we can.
And in bubbly handwriting at the bottom: Sorry we can't welcome you in person yet, but we'll be there soon! We're trying to work out some things right now, like how to get your stuff back to you. You're in a safe place, though, so try to take it easy and stick together until we get there, okay? See you soon!
Inside the shop, it's as the message says: there are bags neatly lined up. There's something... enchanted about them, almost, that leads you to the one that is apparently yours, and prevents anyone else from picking up someone else's. (Literally, like they weigh a ton, even if you're normally capable of lifting said ton.) The enchantment wears off once you've claimed your bag. Each one contains:
- ★ a travel size first aid kit, with bandages, gauze pads, and a little tube of antibiotic ointment
★ a small dessert box of edible sugar flowers
★ a coupon for a meal at the Hotel Nido di Gazza
★ a golden coin, specific to you and your daemon alone
At present, a thick fog and threatening thunderclouds have encased the city. Rain is intermittent, as are the flashes of lightning, but it's a rather oppressive atmosphere to welcome you in with. Any attempts to leave the city walls, or to step off of the boulevard into the unknown (even if you can clearly see the sand of the beach, hear the waves beyond, see a beacon of light cutting through the thick fog), will be met with a feeling of dread and your steps turning you back around into the city proper again. Your daemons may even tug at your clothes with a self preservation instinct that kicks in for the both of you. Isn't it safer here?
welcome to cittàgazze
Hello, everybody! Welcome to the start of the game—please enjoy the weekend zero intro to the fullest, as we get everyone settled in, and feel free to explore the setting to your heart's contents. Additionally, please note two things of particular interest as your characters familiarize themselves with their new home away from home:
The first, of course, being that IC profiles are not ICly available yet. Once they are, we'll let you know. Just make sure you're filling them out this weekend!
The second is that your character does not have their item from home or canon changes of clothes yet. If you'd like to change out of the clothing that you've been so graciously given—why? They're nice, aren't they? Don't you appreciate them? But I guess you can raid the homes and shops of the city, if need be, until further notice. Clothing styles are 90s function over fashion you might find in a humid climate like this one, though there are some... outdated, if simple, trendier styles available.
Let the mods know if you need anything, and enjoy!
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[ Said like, duh. ]
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Yeah, alright, that's fair.
You wanna go rob some houses?
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What do you have in mind to rob?
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Could be some stuff worth grabbing there.
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[ Can you steal things if you assign them as your property on sight? Can't steal what's your own. Fuck this bag discourse, let's get some other stuff that isn't magically bound to the ground! ]
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[He shoves the sweater into the bag, strolling alongside Power to the house. The window is in fact shiny, and tinted. Bizarrely expensive. He looks at her.]
You wanna bust it or shall I? Your pick.
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Quickly, I'll get bored if we dawdle!
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He wanders into the home and just scans about.] Clothes tend to be in the bedroom. Upstairs. [And he starts running up the stairs, hoping to find some clothing that isn't a sexy nun costume.]
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Hm, did humans live here? It's dusty and dark, not even devils would like this much. [ As she comes upstairs also! ]
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[He's going to kick open the closet and go looking for a long black coat of some kind. He feels naked without his stolen black duster, and something has to fill the hole.]
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[ She's got no idea what the hell is Twin Peaks. She's digging around, hmm. Clothes? She wonders what she should pick. Hmm, a long-sleeve... a slightly oversized jacket. Oh, shorts! Having pants is nice! ]
What even are these outfits anyway? [ Picking at the sexy nun uniform. The hell is a nun let alone a sexy nun? ]
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[He pulls out a large black winter coat. It's a bit smaller than his last one but it'll do.]
But what I mean is in terms of dark and dusty, where anything might be hiding. Obviously if you were a real monster you'd actually get some sodding security. Or some protective wards if you know a witch or two. [He knows a witch or two.]
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[ Whatever that means. ]
I don't need to rely on hocus pocus spells! I have the protection of the law.
[ ???????? ]
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Alright. Well, I'm a vampire. Nice to meet you. We're real.
What law's this, then? [He just leans against the closet.]
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[ That's van Zieks's job! ]
I work for the Public Safety Commission to kill rogue devils! So I get benefits. [ She doesn't know what these benefits are. But she knows she has them. ]
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[He just chuckles. Alright, that's fair. What is it with the whole demon-hunting demons, vampire-hunting vampires trend that's been going on anyway. The Scoobies have had two vampires, a vengeance demon, and whatever Dawn is. Maybe everyone's just picking the winning side. It's what he's doing. He thinks Power's probably not smart enough for that, but there's good fighting in beating the shit out of the big uglies rather than the innocent.]
So you're a devil that hunts other nastier devils, then? Well, I'm a vampire that hunts other vampires. Wouldn't say nastier but they're certainly dumb and ugly.
Also, that's Dracula and he's a bloody embarassment to our kind. [He's not salty about Dracula forgetting about their homoerotic rivalry. He's not.]
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Weaker devils than me are all dumber and uglier! [ Heheheh. ] And I get paid, free food, blood, and a place to stay, all while doing so!
Who's Dracula?
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He's a vampire. Used to be rivals back in the day, but then he got big and famous and got a book written about his poncy arse and now he's too good for it all. He's basically exactly what you described, silly cape and all.
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[ OOCly, I am crying about the Buffyverse Dracula Lore. ]
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Bloody well right he does! [He likes this brat, actually, kleptomaniac and bizarre hostile energies aside.]
Maybe literally. I did put about fifty stakes through his body in our last tussle.
[Tussle basically meaning hook-up to Spike, unfortunately.]
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Hmm, why do you fight him? Is it only for petty reasons? [ Since he called Dracula dumb and ugly and seems just super-spiteful just because he can be. ]
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He's a challenge. Or he was a challenge anyway. Bunch of the usual methods don't work so you've really gotta think outside the box. I love a good scrap but it means bugger all if there's no stakes to it. [Pun intended.]
Got more interesting rivals to pass the time with now though, anyway. Last I heard from that ponce, he was running away with his tail between his legs from the Slayer.
[His tone almost sounds nostalgic toward the end of that.]
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Aren't stakes the go-to for human methods to kill these 'vampires'?
[ Just based on what little vampire fiction she's heard on the wind. But is that really so out of the box? Sounds like Spike just did some overkill. ]
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Kittens in demon poker, if you've played it.
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I have never played this game you're talking about.
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