Fernweh

WHO: Duo Maxwell and whoever so happens to bump into him.
WHEN: End of March/Beginning of April
WHAT: Arrival and Exploring the City
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Besides language? Depends on how much he decides to divulge.

( I don't need something new! )

WHO: Geralt of Rivia
WHEN: April 1st to 5th
WHAT: Daily shit
WHERE: Tavern/Inn, Vasari area, enroute to check out Roselake
WARNINGS: C'mon, this is Geralt we're talking about. Anything goes.
NOTE: Put a location in the header please!

Really, life hasn't been all that bad since arriving. Even if he didn't have either of his swords or a horse to travel around the area with, no one was treating him differently because of who he was and what he did. In fact, some even seemed more inquisitive than uncomfortable when he lingered somewhere where others congregated.

As the weeks move on slowly one into the next, Geralt finally earns enough for a pair of swords, silver and steel, as well as a new horse which, of course, is given the same name as all the other horses he's ever owned. There was even some gold left over for some new leather armour. Yes, the Witcher was feeling far better now about travelling beyond the city limits of Gazin.

When he's not studying his map over a cup of some strong alcohol down in the tavern of the Inn he has a room at, Geralt finds himself in situations where he's "helping". Be it a lady who needs her cart pulled out of a mud slew or an old man who is being pestered by a menacing group of wanderers for money and items of worth. He even found himself rescuing a cat from a tree that was surrounded by three dogs. Had it not been for the devastated girl pleading for his help, the Witcher would have let nature decide the fate of old fat tabby.

If it wasn't raining, Geralt was wandering the area, learning about the bestiary and advertising himself to the remote farms that dotted the countryside, keeping mostly to himself and quietly missing the companionship of a certain bard, though he'd not admit it.

WHO: Herbert West
WHEN: End of March into April
WHAT: Arribal and exploring
WHERE: Near and around Gazin
WARNINGS: Panic attack in the first starter, and eventual mention of cannabis in the second thread.

Arrival - CW Panic attack

'Oh god, oh god, no no no!!!' this couldn't be happening! They were coming through the wall and all he could do was stand in horror as his assistant fainted. 'please, I'll be better, just let me escape this!'

One moment those half rotted reject hands had been reaching for him the next a blood curdling scream ripped through the relatively silent crossroads as he hit his knees. He was having trouble breathing as he hit his knees, fast to small breaths from the panic of what had just been happening, not yet realizing that he wasn't in danger anymore, or that he had knocked his own glasses off his face as he hit his knees desperately trying to undo his fancy tie to breath easier.

They came back... they came back to kill him. What if they killed his partner? That was blood he didn't want on his hands. Why couldn't he catch his breath?

No, no, he had to calm down. This wasn't even his cellar anymore.

And yet he stayed there knelled hyperventilating, dressed in a fine deep blue suit with a long overcoat on. He had been heading out when shit hit the fan, and now he didn't even know what was happening.


Exploring
After checking in the inn, he had sat and took inventory of everything he had had on his person. Thankful that he had been about to head out least he be screwed over for something he truly needed. Tying his long hair back up in its blue ribbon and slipping his spectacles back on, he left his over coat behind on the bed, and only pulled on his suit jacket back over his suit. It had been winter still in Boston, it was spring here. Much to warm for all of that.

He came down to try and find someone in the inn who wasn't a native to speak to. To try and get some information. Even if his creatures had tried to kill him, this place was more back water than Dunwich and he'd rather just get back to Boston if he could.

As the day went one, he was finding the task a harder one. Seeking instead to inquire if the village was in need of a doctor. This place looked to backwoods, to far in the archaic past to eve humor needing a scientist even.

After a few hours of looking around he found a fence post to lean against, so he could light one of his remaining handrolled cigarettes with his old trench lighter. The lighter slipped back into his pocket blowing out the almost sweet smelling smoke as he tried to devise a plan. The smoke left a lingering smell of lavender, tobacco and something stronger in the air. The cigarettes were just a means to calm his nerves that got worse as he got older.

WHO: Jon Snow & open
WHEN: March
WHAT: Day-to-day things
WHERE: around Gazin
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary

[At the stables]

It hadn't taken him long to settle in, once he'd gotten over the shock of being here, because in a lot of ways this place isn't that different from what he's used to. He's mostly been keeping to himself since his arrival, but all that means is that he hasn't approached many people or started many conversations. He's simply taking time to sort through some things, and figuring out what he wants to do now that he doesn't have any responsibilities to anyone else.

For the moment his only responsibilities are to the horses in the stables, above which he lives. It's not an uncommon sight to see him leading a horse to the blacksmith to be shod, leading horses to pasture, or tending to saddles or tack. He seems, for the moment, content with such tasks.

[At the tavern]

The other place he can be found most often is the tavern. In the first place, he'd never learned how to do much more cooking than roasting something over a fire, so the tavern is a good place for a meal. In the second place, on the nights when he has trouble sleeping (which, to be honest, is most nights), he likes having somewhere like the tavern to go so that he doesn't have to sit and face his ghosts alone.

It's not uncommon to see him in the common room of the tavern late into the night, nursing a pint and smelling of horses.

WHO: Wen Qing and OPEN
WHEN: March catch-all
WHAT: More settling in and daily life in Gazin
WHERE: Various places across Gazin
WARNINGS: None for now

The apothecary

Wen Qing still lives in the humble room above the apothecary and indeed, her life currently revolves around the place.

She spends most of her days working in the apothecary. When she isn't standing behind the counter selling its wares or advising customers on the best treatments, she will be pouring over musty old books and catching up on knowledge about local ingredients and treatments. Or she will be in the back preparing medicines, but ringing the large brass bell will call her back into the store.

One day as you step into the seemingly abandoned store, there comes a crash from the back and then loud cursing. "Cursed boxes!"


At the port

While she works hard, Wen Qing's true goal is still finding a way home. Over the course of February, she has made absolutely no progress and she is becoming far more impatient by now in her search for answers.

As a result, when she isn't working or practicing with Zidian, she can often be found strolling around near Gazin's harbor at the shores of the river passing by the town. She can be found quizzing the crews of various ships about travel to faraway countries and places where more magical knowledge may be found, about centers of magic and strange phenomenons which might have displaced people. All that sniffing around and asking too many questions from a woman who clearly doesn't belong among the tough sailors isn't only making her friends here.

Same in the rough taverns visited by sailors and merchants, where she quickly becomes known for being too interested in other people's business, though she also becomes known for paying for information... and thus, for carrying coin on her while appearing frail and delicate and utterly unarmed.

One of these days on her way home through dark, abandoned streets, she is bound to catch the attention of a cutpurse, if she doesn't do so in the tavern itself.


Forest

That Wen Qing is not unarmed is something you might see if you stumble across her in a clearing near the edge of the forest, which she has taken to visit for practicing. Here she will spend hours practicing with Zidian, the spiritual weapon that takes the form of a purple lightning whip which she has been lent by Jiang Cheng. She will flick it at the trees over and over again, which bear deep scorch marks by now and a few have been utterly hacked away at.


Wildcard

WHO: xiao xingchen + open
WHEN: march
WHAT: a blind cultivator out and about
WHERE: around gazin
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary

( prompts under here )

WHO: Jiang Wanyin (Cheng) +open (Closed starters for Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian and others on request)
WHEN: After the night hunt
WHAT: General stuff/meeting people/connecting dots
WHERE: Around Gazin and the forest
WARNINGS: TBD

Around town

After the hunt, he'd returned to the inn and was back at work the next morning although he left a little early to start exploring the town a little more, looking for a suitable place to claim as living space, because as much the inn was useful, he wanted something that didn't mean he was surrounded by people who he didn't know or trust.

So he'll be checking empty buildings as he wanders the town, coming in and out of anything that looks remotely habitable and abandoned.

The forests  

His nights are spent out in the woods hunting solo or with at least one companion depending on the night, so feel free to run across him working his way through the local monster population. 

WHO: Lan WangJi + Open
WHEN: Feb
WHAT: Around Town, After the Night Hunt
WHERE: Gazin, possibly out in Vasari Forest, others by request!
WARNINGS: None at the moment

( Just a man in white exploring nothing to see here )

WHO: Xue Yang + Open
WHEN: After night hunt thread and rest of Feb
WHAT: Moping because his boyfriend roommate moved out, leaving gifts for said boyfriend former roommate, not intentionally causing trouble, checking up on Wen Qing and general moodiness! Sparring welcome!
WHERE: Gazin, possibly out in Vasari Forest, others by request!
WARNINGS: Usual cast drama! Monster slaying! Maybe even stabbage from castmates?

( There be misery here )

WHO: Vanitas and OTA!
WHEN: throughout February and almost chiefly at night
WHAT: Vanitas' arrival and subsequent attempts to settle in, adjusting poorly to the daylight
WHERE: Gazin + surrounding area
WARNINGS: just Vanitas things

( Read more... )

WHO: Maleficent and OTA!
WHEN: arrival and the weeks following, mostly day time hours
WHAT: haven't you ever wanted to meet a fairy??
WHERE: Gazin, Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: will add as necessary

( i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream )

Who: Steve Rogers & OTA
What: Arrival
When: Mid Morning
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

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( Read more... )

WHO: Wei Wuxian + other brave adventurers!
WHEN: Arrival and shortly thereafter
WHAT: Arrival + monster hunt
WHERE: Gazin + Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: to be added as needed

( Prompts within )

WHO: Riku and various people he meets.
WHEN: Arrival, settling in (February)
WHAT: Riku's arrival, his efforts to get the lay of the land (and get accustomed to actual sunshine again, wow).
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: depending on the thread there might be mention of depression or grief.

( Prompts within. )

WHO: Carter and YOU! Yes, YOU!
WHEN: February 10th-13th
WHAT: Arrival
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: None so far

( 1. Arrival )

( 2. Exploring Town )

WHO: Graham/The Huntsman & ota
WHEN: February 9th-12th
WHAT: Settling in
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mentions of death

[Arrival]

It feels like he's dying, because he is. He's sure of that much. And then, with barely a thought, he's not anymore. He's no longer in the darkened sheriff's office in Storybrooke but standing on some street in broad daylight. Not any street in Storybrooke, either. He knows them all. The only clue to his location is a sign that says "Gazin" with an arrow. But where is Gazin? How did he get here? And how does he know he's not dead...or about to be?

The only thing here at all is the sign, so he supposes there's nothing for it but to start walking in the direction it indicates. So he does. When he arrives in the town, he'll look a bit out of place in his modern clothes, the shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the vest and tie, the five-pointed sheriff's badge pinned to his vest. At least he's got practical shoes on.

[Around town]

It hadn't taken him long to slip back into the Huntsman part of him, now that he knows about it. Graham had been a fabrication, anyway. The person someone else wanted him to be. But now, somehow, he has control over himself again.

He's shed the modern clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived in favor of something more fitting to the place, and the title of Huntsman. He's got a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He'll have to pay them off, but with his arrangement to provide meat for the butcher and the taverns, that's something he can manage.

In fact, it's to the tavern that he heads, after dropping off his kill for the day at the butcher. He'll have a pint and maybe something to eat before heading home.

WHO: Cassandra de Rolo (ofwovenstone) and OPEN
WHEN: After arrival and settling in
WHAT: Arrival and exploration
WHERE: All over the place in and around Gazin
WARNINGS: None to start, probably. Save maybe the usual warnings that naturally come with a de Rolo.

( The weight of loneliness stands on your feet, the cage already there around the bird )

WHO: Claire Temple; Open
WHEN: February 8th-10th
WHAT: Settling in, meeting new people.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: None

arrival

The arrival at the sign was certainly not as jarring as the fountain was back at the settlement, and yet, there is still an uneasiness about getting transported in the blink of an eye to a place that looks nothing like Cuba. So much for going to see her abuela and her mother. That uneasiness also extends to not really knowing for sure if the town ahead is welcoming to strangers from other worlds or not, though it occurs to her that even the multiverse does things for a reason. So, she sets off to explore her new surroundings.

But not before almost getting run over by a group of horse riders who felt the need to stop and find out what the new person has in her odd-looking rectangular satchel.

settling in

After settling into a room at the inn, Claire took inventory of what she had and what she'd need and clothes were on the top of that list, though without money, she was going to have to make do or advertise her skills. In the meantime, she was able to sell a scarf, some bracelets, a pair of earrings and a few hair clips. All in all, it gave her about 35 gold, so off she went in search of clothing at some of the shops in Gazin.

Later, she could be found eating at the inn where she stayed or at the neighbouring tavern to numb herself with some drinks to numb how overwhelmed she was feeling by everything, though it didn't show. Like the settlement, it would take some time to get used to it all. It was just too bad that a certain Hero of Harlem couldn't have been left behind.

WHO: Eufemia and OPEN
WHEN: 2/7 - 2/12
WHAT: Arrival and hunting
WHERE: Outskirts of Gazin, Outside Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: Nada

I. Arrival

It happened again it seemed. The sensation of changing worlds was always the same, but the lead up had been different. There wasn't a fire or explosion this time, no folding in on herself, only waking up in a new place and being fully aware that this wasn't the world she knew before. Even the aftermath was different, with clothes actually on her back than burning away along with the ground under her. There were no wounds, no blood and gashes, as though she had just woken from a dream.

It seemed strange to Eufemia that she could actually get to her feet without pain. Her muscles didn't ache and there wasn't any sign of cataclysm around her, which might be a blessing. Whatever happened, it didn't attract attention and gave her a chance to get her bearings. But without the storm that often accompanied this, she could only gather there was something different about this...less her cause and more something else's.

There was a sign at least, something to give her a clue where she might be.

"Gazin," it meant nothing, but that wasn't exactly a surprise by now. "What world is Gazin in?"

II. Vasari Forest

Given how dense and vast the forest was, Eufemia was careful not to venture too far without some sort of life line. She had managed to haggle for some rope along with the makings of snares and traps. She tied the rope to the tree closest to the exit, knotting the other end around her waist. She ventured in, looking for signs of animals and disturbed foliage, remembering the lessons she had learned from the hunters of her tribe. She was still an amateur, but still knowledgeable enough to set a decent trap.

There was no knowing what sort of animals lurking inside, but so long as they had decent meat, it didn't really matter.

She waited outside the woods, not bothering to remove the rope just yet. She had gathered some reeds and started to weave a basket for herself, watching as some others approached, ready to brave the woods for exploration. "I wouldn't go too far in. It's thick in there."

WHO: Daenerys and OTA
WHEN: 02/7 - 2/12
WHAT: Arrival, settling in
WHERE: Gazin and around
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.

Arrival

For a time, as she wandered towards the town, Daenerys had assumed that she was still in the Red Sea. Drogon was gone and the Dothraki scout had disappeared, but the vast wilderness was largely the same. But as her senses adjusted and the shock wore off, it was clear that these two worlds were very different. Without a dragon or her silver to ride, she could only walk to the nearest village or safe haven.

"Gazin", a sign had said. It wasn't familiar and didn't sound like anything from Essos, but it was the nearest and only choice. The sun bared down on her as she reached the outskirts, tired and thirsty, exhausted from the walk and after effects of whatever she had eaten. She hadn't reached the town fully, but needed a moment to catch her breath, finding a large stump to lean on. She could see the town better, the outlines of buildings and houses. Soon enough she would hear the people and smell the scents of village life.

Another figure was walking from the opposite direction, a wanderer no different than her. She smiled as they neared, still tired, but hoping perhaps they might have water. It didn't look it. "Are you lost as well?"

Around Town

There was at least an explanation in time. This place was Gazin, it was another world and they had been brought here by outside forces with no clear indication of when they could leave. There were others from worlds she never heard of, creatures and magic that baffled her, but apparently existed in their realms. With that sort of knowledge, it made meeting others easier in her mind.

Apparently coin was a necessity to, but with few skills outside of ruling, there wasn't much she could offer. Thankfully there was an apothecary who needed an assistant to run errands for him and collect herbs in the mornings. He was too old and too fat to manage, allowing her a bit of freedom to move and work, truly learning by action and involvement.

The better part of the day was delivering commissioned potions or ordered herbs. It allowed her to walk through the village and see the others around her, not simply the natives but those settling in as she was. With an empty basket, she loitered near a few stalls, purchasing something to eat.

"Are you hungry? I could pay for it?"