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May. 30th, 2025 07:36 pm
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Alphinaud is gone when she wakes.

At first, Alisaie mistakes it for him having gone out early, leaving her alone in their small apartment. It's quick work to discover the truth.

She's furious.

She's furious with this absurd, backward city. She's furious with the Exarch, for putting them both in a position where this could be possible. She's furious with her brother. Irrational, she'll admit later, but for now it feels good to direct it somewhere.

Her twin, older by minutes and proud of that as much as he's proud of anything, is gone out of the city that they'd both been dragged to against their wills and, for better or worse, has made their home for the better part of two years.

And that makes her all the more furious.

She needs to do something with that fury, she knows, before her aether shifts aspects. She isn't sure that could happen in a few hours, but she's not of a mind to wait and see, so she goes to an out-of-doors training ground — a firing range, it's called, but there are simple standees with paper taped to their fronts shaped like hyur silhouettes.

Crude, but it will do the job.

Alisaie draws her sword and crystal and begins to cast like her life depends on it. She throws herself forward, slashes at the target with violent zwerchau before launching backward and starts it over again.

Her fringe is in lank silver clumps against her forehead when she stops for a breath, but her arms are exhausted and the fury has dulled to a bitter ache.

“Damn this city,” she murmurs. “Twelve damn this city straight to the Seven Hells.”

[ Blue Alisaie is gone and she's BIG MAD about it. Find her at an outdoor firing range, on her way there, shortly after she left the apartment they shared; anywhere that works best for you! Despite her anger, it isn't a bad time to meet her and she could use some friends! ]
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The house is empty when Beverly wakes up.

It's an eerie feeling, that stillness, like the air itself has gone out of the space. She's been home alone here plenty of times, everyone's schedules not always aligned, but it's different like this in ways she wouldn't know how to describe. There's no aroma of coffee wafting up from the kitchen, no sound but her own breathing, and then what she realizes is El's cat scratching at her door, meowing a demand to be fed. Maybe it's because she's been here so long and seen this before, or maybe it's something she dreamed, although she doesn't remember doing so. Either way, as she leaves her room and pads through the house as if on autopilot or watching someone else do these things, she thinks she already knows they're gone.

Soon enough, she confirms it. She calls Hop and El — her father and her sister — and both phone lines have been disconnected. She calls the station, and Hopper hasn't shown up for work or let anyone know he'd be absent. She texts some mutual friends, too, just to see if anyone else has run into either of them, hoping for some other explanation, and yet with each passing moment, that certainty grows. They've both disappeared. At least, she thinks, that means they were able to go together — but, fuck, that still leaves her here, in an empty house, without her family.

For a while, she continues going through the motions, still with that detached sense of observing someone else rather than actually doing things herself. She feeds the cat and makes coffee for herself. She lets Bill know that she won't be working today and why.

Everything is still so quiet and so still, which is maybe why she reaches a breaking point, unable to take any more. Standing by the kitchen sink and staring vacantly out the window, she nearly slams her coffee mug on the counter, desperate and angry and so fucking sad. She at least manages not to break the cup, but it's still not enough, and before she even has a chance to think it through, she's grabbing a nearby pair of scissors with one hand and gathering her hair into her fist with the other, cutting just above the line of her hand. It's a better cut job than the last time she'd done this, thirteen and terrified in her apartment back in Derry (and how the fuck had she forgotten about that before now?), but it still falls jaggedly just above her shoulders, the hacked-off strands left in the sink alongside dishes for one, because she's the only one here now.

Some time later, by afternoon, Beverly goes outside to sit on the steps leading up to the townhouse. Her townhouse now, she supposes, which is all sorts of fucking weird that she isn't prepared to deal with yet. For now, the most she can manage is to light a cigarette from the pack she's brought out with her — Hopper's, not hers, taken from his empty room. The first thing she said to him, the first day they met, was asking if she could bum a smoke. Somehow this feels right, except that nothing feels right. Her eyes unfocused and bloodshot, she stubs out the cigarette butt on the step beside her when she's smoked it all the way through, then with trembling hands, lights another one.

[ Timed to Wednesday afternoon-ish. Bev is... extremely going through it. If you know her (or Hopper or El), feel free to say that she called or texted with the news of their disappearances, or if you'd rather, it's reasonable enough that she might not have gotten to everyone! If you don't know her, anyone is still welcome to notice and come say hi to a chainsmoking mess of a 21-year-old. ST/LT welcome forever. ♥ ]

2025 Darrow Literary Honors

May. 23rd, 2025 02:45 pm
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Held at the Darrow Convention Center and presented by The Writer's Guild of Darrow, the 2025 Darrow Literary Honors might not have been the most glamorous occasion of the year, or the most heavily attended, but it was among the top accolades afforded to any of the arts in Darrow. Consisting of a weekend of panels and an awards banquet for honorees and guests, the event was boasted to be the highlight of the year for many within the industry.

There were more panels for fans and prospective writers alike, with guests across all genres and niche publication types. Songwriters and and screenwriters even had their time on stage, though there was a rather heated debate among some longtime attendees on whether they truly belonged. Some focused on obscure genres, others on LGBTQ issues, others on BIPOC writers, and still more on getting started as a self-published author. There were panels on erotica, on manga, on crime fiction, and even contemporary westerns, which were apparently having something of a resurgence.

At the awards banquet held on Friday evening, the food was surprisingly delicious and the drinks flowed heavily. In the major categories, nominated writers filled entire tables with their guests, while others sat in the nosebleed seats in the back of the ballroom. Honorees had their moment in the spotlight, and as with any awards ceremony, speeches ranging from short and endearingly awkward, to painfully long and pretentious.

Overall, the event was a rousing success, with only one major fight between passionate Romantasy writers requiring security intervention, and one man who snuck onto the Sci-Fi in the Modern Age panel and answered at least half a dozen audience questions before anyone realized that he was not one of the scheduled guests. People would say that it was the best Darrow Literary Honors Weekend ever!

Strange, how no one could remember specifics of any of the years before.


[[Tag in, whether at one of the more casual panel events, or at the awards banquet for writers and their guests (though, party crashers are always fun). Open for as long as it needs to be!]]

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May. 22nd, 2025 03:11 pm
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18th December, 2024:


The touch is familiar, as are the sharp edges of Lee's teeth. Since that first time, they've spent enough time in each other's beds that he feels like he knows it by heart.

George and Lee spend some time together.


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