29 Chimera Court, Friday Evening

Friday, June 12th, 2026 09:26 pm
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One thing Vi had learned in her time on the island was that when you didn't have to worry about getting your hands on ingredients, she found cooking (and especially cooking for Steph) kinda soothing. But this week, she was in enough of an off mood that she didn't really trust herself in the kitchen.

So it looked like tonight was going to be a beer and pizza night.
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So, yelling at the stupid rock hadn't made its presence any less obnoxious in her head, and her dreams continued to be full of faces she didn't want to see and memories she didn't want to revisit. She had stuffed all of those things into a box labeled 'Josu's Sickroom' and had kicked them down into a deep dark well where she could ignore them at her leisure.

Something something about how a necromancer should know nothing stayed buried forever.

She was in the parlor, playing her lyre and debating how to destroy a rock if magic wasn't going to cut it, when a bomb went off somewhere on the island.

Or, well, that was what it felt like to her anyway, the rest of the island could be forgiven for not noticing anything had happened at all. All of a sudden, there was a pulse of death magic so powerful that she was swamped by it. The markings on her skin lit up with bright purple light as she tumbled off her divan to land in an ungainly heap on the floor.

Honestly, she was so confused and startled that she didn't even mind - perhaps didn't even notice - the undignified yelp that accompanied her trip to the ground.

"Huh?" she asked, a little dazed. If it had been a physical blast and not just a magical one, her ears would be ringing and her vision a little spotty. "Who?"

In a moment, she'd realize that the singing had stopped, along with the obnoxious whispers. But the Onakke were clamoring for more information at the same time and it had gotten incredibly loud in her brain again. She half-heartedly bid them to shut up, but her attention wasn't on them at all.

"Okay but...what the fuck was that?"
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Since they were planning on building a cabin (well, having a cabin built, let's be real here), Watts had spent the last little while researching potential plots of land. And also looking for places to rent for a little while in order to conduct a 'test run' of sorts, see if they really liked the location. And he had, indeed, ended up finding a little cabin for rent up near a lake, so here they were.

Emphasis on the little. "What do you think?" Watts asked, giving Steven a nervous glance. The place was... smaller, than it had seemed in the photographs. And while it did have indoor plumbing, there wasn't much in the way of other amenities: a small refrigerator and a gas stove for cooking, and a wood stove to help ward off the chill at night. Nowhere near as fancy as their usual holiday accommodations.

[ooc: for the husband, and NFB for distance.]

Somewhere in the Outer Rim- Thursday

Thursday, June 4th, 2026 08:37 am
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Occasionally when Rey went home, she found herself in the middle of a situation. And sometimes trying to diffuse the situation- say, between two groups fighting to control a small city via violence and intimidation- you maybe took a little stabbing to the side before having to finish the fight even if most of them got away.

"Sometimes" also meant that it was the first time this had ever happened, and because she knew (was pretty sure) it wasn't life-threatening, she was more annoyed at herself than anything. And that she'd gotten through shenanigans without being gross and was now going to have to wash blood out of her clothes.

Once the authorities came for the two that Rey had subdued, she headed back for where the Falcon was berthed, where she went straight for the medkit that they kept in the lounge. Some people might consider a doctor, but those people also hadn't had an entire lifetime of treating their own injuries and were therefore normal people. Everything was fine!


[For that guy who would probably disagree!]

Around Limbo City, All Day Wednesday

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2026 04:11 pm
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He was alone. The landscape around him was empty, stretching out for miles on end. Loss permeated the air. Failure.

A skull tumbled from the sky and clipped his head, falling now at an angle, cracking against the rock. He looked up, and saw more. Bone, cascading down, femurs and tibias, ribs and hips, and skulls and skulls and skulls--

They buried him.

He was drowning.

He was alone.

In which everything is fine. )

[[ establishy! final scene taken and adapted from the Devil May Cry animated series (2007). ]]

Devil May Cry, Limbo City, Sunday

Sunday, May 31st, 2026 07:47 pm
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There was a slab of pizza stuck to the ceiling. Dante could see it from here. ‘Here’ being the sofa, or the bathroom, take your pick. A sofa he was laying on in the bathroom.

“Huh,” he said. “Wonder how that got there.”

He looked at it for a while.

Maybe it was a sign that the sofa finally needed to go back into the living room. The windows were fixed now, and it’d be nice to be able to watch TV from somewhere that wasn’t the floor. Yeah. It was definitely time.

He sat up five minutes later, when the door opened. He scooted along the length of the sofa until he’d cleared the bathroom doorway and squinted. What was it now? Trish? Lady? Kat? Demons? Probably demons.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked! I’m just here for my jacket!”

Oh. No, it was that dude. What was his name? Pat something? Patrick? Dante squinted at him through the hallway. No, fuck, what was he thinking? He refused to be that guy. Paul. It was Paul.

“I think it ended up on the lamp in the kitchen!” he yelled. Which would be a pain in the ass, because that guy was pretty short, and he’d probably need someone to pry it off the lamp for him--

“No, it’s in the sink!” Paul yelled.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Dante muttered, dropping the outstretched arm that he'd been about to pull himself off the couch with. He laid back down. Heard some rustling around, the clink of the faucet. A yelled ‘bye’, and the door shutting.

Good. Maybe the sofa could wait a while longer, too.

And then, abruptly, it was dark. Shit. The electricity bill. “Shit fuck shitting hell—” Hadn’t he paid that? He thought he’d paid that. He fumbled for his phone, and-- oh, for fuck’s sake.

Five minutes later, he was up, dressed, and sticking his head out the back door to squint at the overgrown brickwork in the yard. “Trish, you still stalking me?! I could use a phone charge!”

[[ guess who i've missed playing since the Netflix animated adaptation started dragging every 00s Nu Metal act out of the grave to do theme tracks. mostly establishy, can be open if for some godforsaken reason someone has a reason to be in Limbo City or you want to call him after he gets his phone charged. ]]

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