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august mingle;
![]() This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log! |
The Countess
[ She is on library duty this month. Find her at the desk, reading magazines and not being particularly helpful. Or among the stacks, collecting any forgotten contraband in the pages. ]
ii. Dominion
[ See here for details. You can hit me there for plotting, or feel free to post a starter for whatever you want. ]
iii. Misc
[ Open to other things as well! ]
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Steve Harrington
[ Really this is where the magic happens. (Not really) It's an industrial laundry room if that toots your horn. Aside from the rumble of the washers and dryers and rolling bins of laundry, the impressive thing is that there's actually music. Too bad for you that it all seems to be pop's greatest hits from the 80's, 90's and now. ]
ii;; Dominion
[ Welcome to the Starcourt Mall, the newest addition to Hawkins, Indiana! Upon entering, it looks like any other mall stuck in a mid-80's motif. Bright neon signs adorn all the shops and the carpets are in bright colors and geometric shapes. There's even peppy, ambient music coming from the speakers. There apparently weren't enough niche malls in the world, and Starcourt aims to fill that void. At first, things seem fine. Completely normal, even! You aren't alone in this mall by any means. There are patrons milling about and the dull murmur of chatter can be heard above that cheery ambient music.
Upon closer examination, it's easy to see that all the guests are faceless. Void of any sort of identifying feature or anything at all that would make speech or living possible. They don't seem to realize that everyone else is faceless, too, just carrying on a normal conversation Listening long enough to anyone's conversation will prove one thing- it's not a sustainable conversation at all. Instead, it's the same Russian phrases with different inflection and intensity. If you're lucky enough to understand Russian, it all sounds a bit like nonsense.
The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.
To make matters worse, you're late to work, enjoy the uniform which you're now wearing. Scoops Ahoy is waiting for you! The interior of the ice cream parlor is more bright and vibrant than the rest of the mall, done in blue and white nautical striping and mahogany seating. To make matters worse, it has its own playlist which is even louder and more annoying than the ambient music out in the mall. There's a sliding glass window behind the counter that's completely dark despite the bright lighting of the shop. From behind the counter, you can see the entire shop and out into the mall and the food court across the way. All completely normal except for the pool set into the floor that seems to suck all the brightness from the mall. The only source of illumination around the pool are the lights inset in the submerged walls.
But don't let that distract you from the faceless queue that stretches out the front of the shop that seem to be yelling in that same Russian gibberish. ]
iii; Wildcard
[ Anything goes! ]
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Reno
[Reno is brand new in Obsidian, and likely already starting trouble. Perhaps you see him in the yard running laps or sitting at one of the picnic tables watching the clouds. Or you run into him in the common area of the wards, watching tv, playing cards, picking on people... Anything goes.]
ii. Dominion
[Dominion description/Plotting post here for an idea of what it's like and any OOC planning. Feel free to arrive in the club, in his apartment, or even just in the elevator. Not all the buttons work but if you push them aggressively anyway bad things might happen.]
iii. Misc
[Want to play something that doesn't quite fit? Or want to play both scenarios? Just reply twice with the prompt in the header & we'll have 2 threads. :3 ]
dominion
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Dinah Lance
Dinah tries to get to the common room as much as possible. Not necessarily because she wants to be round other people but because at least it almost feels normal. She sits with a book that she's blatantly not reading most days, instead choosing to people watch. If she's gonna survive here for the next twenty years, she needs to learn quickly how these people work.
Feel free to come and join her: she might be standoffish, but an illicit cigarette will go a long way to break the ice.]
ii. Dominion
[The club is pumping, hits current and classic pounding through the main room as patrons sit, dance, shout and drink. All of them are grinning, having a good time. Except Dinah. She sits alone on the steps of the stage where she used to sing, in the middle of two giant plastic hands. She has a bottle of whiskey and a glass of ice with her. That's at least one perk of apparently being invisible, right? If you come and sit with her, you'll definitely be met with a raised eyebrow and a definite side eye as Dinah checks you out. She raises her bottle.]
Cheers, right?
[Find her plotting comment here/a>.
iii. Misc
[I am completely up for anything so go for whatever you like!]
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Michael Langdon
[ The home is certainly beautiful, boasting a Victorian style and custom Tiffany stained glass windows. If it weren't for the blood-red sky and the crows flying overhead, it would seem like an idyllic place to live. You feel compelled to move inside, out of the weather which could be nothing more than an afternoon shower, or something more sinister. Inside is just as beautiful, but the atmosphere of foreboding doesn't get any better. There are several rooms to visit and just as many people wandering around. If you try to talk to them, they don't seem to acknowledge you, and if you get too close, they disappear almost as if they'd never been there in the first place.
There are mirrors throughout the house, but don't look too closely. It may take your notice that there is a door under the stairs that's slightly ajar, a red glow, and a staircase leading to some sort of basement. Michael can be found in one of the large, lavishly decorated rooms and he looks up when you enter, nodding in greeting. ]
Make yourself at home, though it's best you not touch anything.
ii;; Wildcard
[ Michael spent an entire week in SHU so uh, have fun with that one. ]
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Ardbert
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[[ choose your own adventure! my plotting post for this month is still open for others to hop into, and you can always grab me on
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David Rook
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Abigail Hobbs
Abigail's dominion is a vast forest, composed of endless rows of pine trees. Sometimes sunny and idyllic, other times dark and ominous, the trees stretch out endlessly in all directions, with a wide river running through them to some distant, unknown shore. The forest is full of life, plenty of fish in the river and a variety of birds, but particularly found in abundance are the deer. They roam freely about the forest, and if you stay quiet and still they'll continue to graze peacefully, though they'll run if you get too close. Should you visit the more foreboding parts of the forest, you may also see the Wendigo lurking between the trees.
In a clearing near the river is a cabin, which looks cosy at first glance, but on entering it's covered with antlers, the trophies of previous kills. And laying on a table at the back of the room is the latest prey, deer or human, waiting to be skinned.
[ Abigail's plotting comment is here, but she can be found all around the forest. ]
ii. Wildcard
[ Hit me up if you want a custom starter for your character, otherwise anything goes! ]
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Squalo
[ Despite being here a few months, Squalo had done a piss poor job at finding friends so far. To be fair, he wasn't really trying in the first place; despite everything he was still coming to terms to what happened to him and that he'd likely never walk free again, so he mostly wanted to be left alone. And he was pretty damn good at looking like he wanted to be left alone, which in addition to some of the rumors circling around did seem to keep most other inmates at bay. ]
[ Well, most. ]
[ He's looking a little more approachable today. He hasn't gotten assigned to any duties -- maybe it's for the best that he doesn't get his hands on any tools at all -- and mostly spends time lounging in his bunk, alone in his cell for now. It seems he's wandered out finally, maybe taking a while to finish his food at the canteen, chilling in the yard or half-heartedly flipping worn out magazines in the library. ]
[ He doesn't even look threatening when he spots you looking at him. At this point he's used to his hair attracting attention. ]
What?
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[ Welcome to Palermo. ]
[ Or a twisted, mirrorhouse, flooded version of Palermo, anyway. ]
[ The city sounds and life always seem just a little bit of reach, and trying to listen to any conversations, even if knowing the language, will reveal it to be incomprehensible. The streets are strangely empty, with a sense of foreboding looming heavy. The ocean and the warehouse are always within reach, however. Take a walk in a strange blue tunnel, or try to repair one of those motorbike engines laying around. There might be some beers in the fridge and some guns tucked in unexpected areas. It almost feels homey, at least until you wander upon that blood-stained carpet or the garland of corpse parts strung up in the attic. ]
[ Squalo can be found in any part of the domain, though he looks very out of sorts. Actually, you've probably never seen him scared, and now he is. He wanders aimlessly just to stay moving and keeps trying to reach the people or the busy streets, but as soon as he's within reach it all seems to turn into decorations or seemingly move further away like a sliding scale. ]
[ He's not taking it well. ]
-- 03.
[ Well, he's utterly freaked out by the weird dream he had last night... and yes, you guessed right, he's refusing to sleep. It's all fun and games the first day or two, but going on, he looks fucking awful. There's bags under his eyes, he keeps bumping into things when walking and nearly faceplants into his breakfast, clearly exhausted. ]
[ He's a lot more bothered by the fact that he's clearly going to pass out soon regardless of his willpower, though. At some point you might find him sitting on his bunk, rocking back and forth and staring in front of himself. He'll likely snap at a moment's notice if approached or addressed, but maybe you can talk some sense into him. ]
-- 04.
[ open to anything else too! hit me up or check out my plotting posts c: ]
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Farrah's drawing, of course. He almost always is. But for the past few days, he's consistently picked a seat along the east wall for his hours-long sketching sessions. Each day he chooses a different table and he moves if someone demands it, but he's always as close to the east wall as he can manage. He doesn't refuse conversation either, and happily turns to a blank page to draw for someone should they ask. In fact, he casually flips to a clean page if anyone sits near him.
As soon as he's left alone, he's back to his quick drawings which cover the papers: gestures, body parts, animals, plants, sometimes combinations of them. Sometimes there are tattoos or scars visible, though the only faces he draws are staff. Sometimes there's a word or time scribbled beside the identifying marks before he shuffles that sheet to the back of the stack and begins a new one.
Nothing suspicious here. Just a guy obsessed with drawing, definitely not taking notes on things he hears and sees, what people are where and when. Pure coincidence that at the right angle, which happens to be along the east wall, one can see the door to the staff room.
ii. Dominion
"I know. I remember. Come back." The breeze carries the soft words up from the beach and into the treeline. Black footprints lead out of the forest towards the lake, where Farrah kneels at the shoreline. He leans over frequently to dip his fingertips in the inky lake then rises up again to paint swirls and scales along his bare arms and chest. Someone approaching gets barely a nod of greeting before he resumes his careful, focused fingerpainting.
Something moves in the water. The ripples are small and distant at first, then grow larger as whatever submerged creature is causing it nears the surface and picks up speed. Within moments, the wake crests so high and kick up so much whitewater it's tough to tell if it's merely waves or perhaps some part of the creature breaks the surface. It charges at the beach and will seemingly emerge in a matter of seconds.
"Yes!" Farrah throws his arms up in triumph, clearly unafraid, "Yes! There you are!"
[Farrah's dominion plotting comment is here.]
iii. Wildcard
[ Open to just about anything! His general cr/plotting comment is here if you want some inspo. Happy to switch to brackets if you prefer!]
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( plotting link. come hash out things or just jump right on in. )
[ No matter what is to happen here, where you arrive is on the dock of a private island. It appears to be larger than an acre in size, though not by a tremendous amount more. There's a lovely sunset frozen on the horizon and clean, clear water as far as the eye can see, and the occasional shadowy figure on the edge of your vision. The front door is open, though whether or not you want to enter might vary depending on what can be seen through the large windows surrounding the living space within.
On any given night, Felix's domain could take a different turn. Sometimes, he's lounging around browsing his movie options and sipping a blended drink directly out of a coconut. Others, he's busy fighting an intruder, or is already dragging the broken and bloodied body off through a door into a dark hallway after he's already finished with them. As the month goes on, it's a pretty even mix of the two — admittedly, Felix is starting to have fun killing those who would invade his domain, especially once he realised he could will his fancy suits into being resistant to blood stains. ]
— rec area
[ Those who are particularly attentive might have noticed Felix sitting out of most of the going-on's out in the recreation yard over the weeks since he'd come here, occasionally spying another loner to go and chat up with an easy and casual air, but largely keeping out of things with a party of three or more. And while he had done so largely due to not wanting to yet come across as allied to one party or another by participating in group events, he's also become bored in his time of inactivity.
So now he's stretching on the ground by the edge of the track, cooling himself down after a lengthy run. He's sweaty and breathy, but seems quite relaxed despite all the exertion. ]
— block c
[ Come bother Felix while he's chilling in his bunk? Or have come Felix insert himself into your cell unexpectedly, which he does sometimes. He's not sorry he's like this. ]
— wildcard
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AM / Alan Masterson
To those who may not have experienced wealth in their lives, what you see now may be a dream come true. You are in an opulent mansion with everything you could likely want. The grass is perfectly trimmed, the flowers and hedges are beautiful and watered and colorful.
Inside, you come in to see a grand staircase, and to the sides you see more opulence. All sorts of fancy desserts and hors d'oeuvres dot the various tables here and there, along with bottles of any kind of wine you could want.
The kitchen is stocked to the brim with any kind of food you want, with more of the hors d'oeuvres here and there. But the dining room has a beautiful dinner display of filet and lobster, with sides in a buffet style.
You might see waitstaff flitting about here and there, but they won't bother you. All they will do is make your stay more enjoyable, from refilling your glasses or plates, to showing up with an hors d'oeuvres tray, or anything else you might desire. Should you do anything unsavory, they won't care. They will go back to business as usual.
If you're tired, have a rest on the soft, luxurious master bed or one of the many guest beds throughout the house. Freshen up in the master bathroom or guest bathroom. Relax by the fireplace or go chill in the home theater (and yes, popcorn and soda will be delivered by any of the waitstaff should you wish it!). Unfortunately, the home theater is only stocked with movies that came out before three years ago, but that's okay.
Outside, there is a luxurious pool with a swim-up bar. A bartender will make you any drink you could want. Same thing for the upstairs bar. Swim to your heart's content with the waterfalls and fountains.
Should you desire something more private, a smaller indoor pool can also be found in the mansion.
Either way, what could possibly go wrong? This is the lap of luxury. Maybe you will run into AM enjoying these luxuries. Or maybe you will see him yelling at one of his staff members and slapping them.
Or... you may feel as if the entire room is watching you. As if the house is alive. Who knows!
B. Dominion: Intrigue
But not all is paradise. You might take a wrong turn in the mansion and end up somewhere that certainly does not look to belong. You might find wires and components sticking out or blending in, or rooms entirely like a computer. Now, you can try and mess with them if you want, but some of the aforementioned waitstaff will absolutely try to prevent you, converging on you and ushering you away, or even attacking you if necessary.
Or worse yet, the machines themselves will attack you. You may hear a presence as you explore the mechanical areas, as if the room itself breathes. A large mechanical hand may grab you and wrap around your waist, lifting you in the air.
AM himself could appear, but this time he's a strange hybrid of man and machine, wires protruding from his body, half of him seemingly robotic. He rasps angrily, mechanical hitches in his voice as he lunges toward you. "What are you doing?!"
C. Dominion: Dark Ages (CW: torture)
As you explore the mansion, you might take yet another wrong turn and find a staircase descending several flights until it comes to a large bolted security door. However, it won't take much for you to open it. You might regret doing so, though.
A long hallway follows, seemingly endless. But doors line the area, each one accessible. Unfortunately, you might hear screams emanating from each one. Of course, behind each door is a torture chamber of sorts, some more modern, some medieval. Some are empty, but some already have victims bound up, begging to be freed.
You could torture them. Or, you could free them. Or, even if you end up in an empty one, AM could appear and block your exit. Blood splatters over his clothes, and his eyes and hair are wild. A sick grin paints his face as he eyes his newest victim. Or... assistant? It depends.
D. Yard Duty
When AM isn't in his dominion, he has yard duty this month. Now, he rather enjoys being out in the sunshine, sitting on a tractor and mowing the lawn. It's good, honest work in a way. In his younger days, he certainly had to take care of his own needs and yard. But as he got older and richer, he was far too busy, constantly traveling and the like. His staff usually handled these matters.
But being outside is better than being trapped in the prison walls. In fact, he almost feels peaceful, even as he sits in the hot sun and pulls weeds. His long braid is pinned in a spiral atop his head to keep it out of his face and neck - and so it doesn't get caught in the mower when he's on it.
In fact, he might even abandon his weeding or mowing sometimes to just run and feel the breeze in his face. Incredible.
E. Wildcard
[Whatever you want. AM is in B Block if that helps.]
c? hope this works
Yes, it's perfect!
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[Price has been trusted with kitchen duty, more specifically serving the food. Inmates from all blocks come and go to get their trays filled. Most just get their food silently, but someone might have something to say…]
2. Block B
[Price sitting on his bed in silence, not really trying to start a conversation with anyone. Sometimes he seems to be looking at nothing and spacing out, but other times he looks like he might be staring at someone…]
3. Dominion
[Price is sitting at his desk in his dominion, pretending to read psychiatry books, which are laid on the surface along with used colouring books that look like they’ve been scribbled by a child in a fit of rage. There are big cockroaches crawling all around the place, and he does pet those that come near him. The phone is ringing, but he doesn’t pick up.]
Oh, good morning.
[He greets without looking at the visitor.]
What brings you here?
4. Wildcard
[Bring your own scenario!]
dominion
(more info on the dominion here: https://obsidianooc.dreamwidth.org/1821.html?thread=40)
ty!
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(plotting link, for convenience.)
[ The vast expanse of space beyond the open hangar door leaves no impression of what time it might be, but it feels like a late hour when you arrive. There are very few people mulling about, most of them seem to be packing up, shouting their goodbyes across the space and shuffling out at their own pace towards the door near the back.
Abel is the only one who seems to be making no move to leave, seated up on the wing on his plane, feet dangling off the side. He kicks them idly, staring out into the darkness beyond with focus and intent — that is, until he goes to blindly reach for the water bottle beside him and sends it rolling behind him and off the wing. He looks back to see it go, and notices a face that's new to this place, though he has the slightest impression of having seen it at least in passing, sine arriving at obsidian. ]
Uh. I... didn't know anyone else could come in here.
[ He's not entirely sure that he's not just talking to another construct of the dream, and it shows in his tone. ]
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[ Abel will be the first to admit that he's been very antisocial since his transfer to Obsidian, and that's for a guy who was known as kind of a loner long before his arrest. But it's something he'll have to admit to himself only, given that he's been terrified of talking to a single person so far, his cell-mate included. He knows this can't keep, given that he's living here now, and will continue to do so for... well, pretty much for the rest of his life.
It takes a lot for him to steel his nerves and find someone to talk to, and even then he backs out of it twice before finally committing. With zero grace whatsoever he approaches, hand braced out for a shake in greeting before he can think better of it. ]
Hi. I'm Abel.
[ His eyes are more-or-less screaming abort, abort, abort even though he manages to keep his voice from shaking. ]
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[ Come find Abel somewhere — he frequents the library, but common areas such as the meal room and bathrooms are unavoidable truths. ]
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The Director
Leonard's dominion is abnormally crowded on this occasion—it appears that he has contracted more employees to attempt the work he pays them to do. He occasionally stops into Allison's room to fawn over her a bit, and to watch her sleep, at other times. But the rest of the time he's fussing with the creation of her double.
Leonard, like many people his age, sometimes finds himself napping at odd times. He's watching television in the common room and falls asleep, only to awaken to find the program has changed.
"Who changed the channel?" he demands as he sits up straighter, blinking the grogginess back out of his eyes.
(( Want to do something else with The Director? Tag it in or hit me up at