help me please please please help me. i need.

i need shovels.
lots of blood. lots of it fuck fuck.
somebody not human.
leander.

please please for god's sake get me out.

So remember that Halloween party being advertised? It is happening.


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There's a portal open again, attached to a bridge that goes... actually a very far ways away. Jaenelle is not there. She doesn't need to be; she opened it from this side, so all she has to do is remain here. There's not a lot of time--an hour or two, maybe--before someone notices they're gone, and they have to be back before then ( Read more... )

So this was interesting. Stigmata would now be invaded by the supernatural sort, which really isn't out of the ordinary, it just tends to change the environment. When Harvestman is involved, it tends to lose things like 'class' and 'dignity', for example ( Read more... )

For all its bizarre multiversal clatter, the Nexus does occasionally present itself as a conveniently private place, or at least certain avenues thereof! The AVF, it should be said, also holds a certain appeal for a certain quasi-mad scientist on a certain day - today - which is less quasi-mad than it is wholly and irrevocably so.

( overcome and completely silent now; i'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead. recalling the deeds as if they're someone else's atrocious stories, your halo slipping down to choke you now, to pull you to the ground. )

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It's not at all uncommon to find Hasibe in Stigmata - some nights she drinks more than she really should, and apparently she is dead set on this being one of those evenings! It's midnight in Boston, and she is perched on top of the bar in her stockings and skirt and silk blouse, shoes lost somewhere on the bar floor, hair still pinned up but ( Read more... )

It isn't without reservation that Joseph enters Stigmata with his coat absent and his sleeves pointedly rolled up to show the leaking tattooes arching their way up just passed his elbows. The ink is being kept under control by the constant application of a well-used handkercheif so at least the floors aren't suffering from playful blobs of black ( Read more... )

The Cheshire Cat is not accompanying Alice today, because he is in Wonderland cleaning up some dreadful messes (with tooth and sword and claw, but we shall leave that to the imagination) left behind as late ( Read more... )