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[sayhitobianca]

[He'd first absently written down the string of numbers that won't leave his head during his weekly bookkeeping, since their presence in his mind had been throwing him off the rest of his numbers. His plan to get them out of his head and go back to his work had failed, but he'd discovered something far more interesting.

Since then, Varric's been reading. He knows better than to make his presence known somewhere before he has as firm of a grasp on the situation as he can.

Only once he's as fully abreast of what's been happening as he can be without having actually been there at the time does he make a network post.]

I'm a little disappointed. All this time, there was a completely untapped source of information, right under my nose.

Such fascinating things I'm discovering about ThunderCorp, and our esteemed local law enforcement.

(no subject)

[grannyfucker]

Who: Jovan Burzek and Sam Middleton
Where: Near the edge of the Dead District
When: December 18th??? I guess? Man I don't know, I can't deal with setting things in exact dates like this.
What: Jovan's running some errands when he runs afoul of the Blood Keys. Thankfully, his knight in shining armor arrives to save him! SWOON~
Warnings: Probably some cyborg carnage.

( man i'm too lazy to think of something clever to put here right now, gimme a break )

[ voice, 12/18, after dark ]

[amberhearted]

[ the voices are somewhat muffled because the phone is in his pocket. neither of them sound in good shape. ]

I'll-- I'll help you up. Let's go.

[ those who know nick will recognize the second voice as his: ] This is turning out to be a pretty crappy rescue, man, I'm sorry. [ this is followed by the sound of clothes rustling as the two dudes get up. ] It's this way.

[ the sound of snow crunching beneath shoes might be faintly heard. ]

Two trauma cases. First, hemorrhage, suspected class two. Second, penetrating trauma, chest, broken ribs. Not... No major blood loss yet. [ a pause. ] Where are we?

Just outside of town. [ this is followed by a more precise location. ]

Requesting aid. And if anyone can contact... Ravindra, that'd be great. Thanks.

[ a short stretch of silence. ]

( And some miscellaneous chatter before the connection is cut: )

28th Howl [Action | Closed]

[professorwolf]

Who: Lyall, Angela, Hajime, and Nick
When: Backdated to last night, the full moon night
Where: Lyall's house
What: Full moon shenanigans!

Lyall was nervous. Not because of the full moon, per se, but because... Reilanin hadn't shown up yet. And because of what happened last time; he really didn't want to destroy his living room. Again. And also because there were two people coming tonight who hadn't been here before, and thus had never heard him transform. Or maybe that was more embarrassment, than outright nervousness.

And all right, a little from the full moon itself. He always was. After all, not only was he terribly dangerous, it also hurt a whole hell of a lot.

But he waited anyway, sitting and watching the sun go down-- moonrise wasn't much after sundown, tonight-- while he waited for the others to show.

Reality is an illusion

[bibliofilo]

Who: Alexa Vasko (blind_devotion) & Maggie de Leon (bibliofilo)
When: Backdated Dec 11
Where: Within the city, near Blood Key territory.
What: Alexa and Maggie have an unfortunate run in with some Blood Keys.

( created by a lack of alcohol )

[Video; Laptop]

[youngestone]

[Another video from Killian that doesn't start with his face. This one starts with all the work he picked up in his last post spread out on a table, ready and waiting. A few pieces are wrapped but he's out of paper so.

For a week's work, it's all pretty damn fancy (and vaguely Celtic/Norse in design). Cheap materials, but fancy. His bow from before is also on the table and a set of armguards are on top of it. The bow is obviously not modern. The guards are, however.]

If you placed an order with me last week, it's done. Just tell me when you want me to deliver it or when you want to pick it up or who I should mail it to.

[He sounds much better than he did last week. He shifts the camera so he's in view.]

And...thanks to anyone who commissioned stuff. With all this and a few other sales I had more than enough to cover Mom's funeral. Which, um, was yesterday.

[Yep, still hurting from that. It takes a moment before he can speak again]

Anyway, sometime during all of this I got that bow on the table there [and here he picks it up] and I was wondering if anyone knows a place I could get arrows for it that won't ask where I got it or if anyone's had an arrow-making pulse recently or something.

Gangsters and chainsaws and antiquers, oh my!

[originaloddcouple]

Who: The Dians (originaloddcouple), Kanti Singh (vetala), and probably Skyler strikeraid
When: Semi-late on the (probably) 18th
Where: A distance away from ice cream shops near Dead District
What: Gosh darn Blood Keys, ruining happy occasions.
Warnings: Blood Keys, violence, maybe blood.

( What could possibly interrupt the joys of ice cream? )

Entry #A-2: "An" [Text, December 18]

[dead_black_eyes]

Without going into too much detail, a homeless man attacked me last night, and the sleeve on my coat is torn almost completely away from the rest of it.

I am in possession of a needle and thread, but I had an accident a few years ago, and my fine motor skills are not what they used to be.

In short, if someone is decent at sewing and has the time, I would appreciate it greatly. I can't pay for your help, but I'm a writer, and I can offer a short story featuring your most sordid fantasies as compensation.

The publisher says that those types of scenes are my most entertaining ones, so it seems logical to offer them.