strongerthanblood

Alright, everyone, let's try something a little different. Let's play Two Truths and a Lie.

1. Top level your character listing three statements about themselves, two of which are true and one of which is false.

2. Reply to other top levels with guesses as to which is the lie. Explanations of their reasoning are a bonus.

3. Additional bonus option: Have your character add two truths and a lie of their own to the thread to keep the game going after the initial guessing is done.

afeastofthirst posting in

thecityneversleeps

( Cut for length. )

That doesn't stop him from wandering at night after his ward has gone to sleep. He doesn't really go out for parties anymore, doesn't frequent clubs the way he used to, but he gets too restless too easily. As much as he loves sleep, he can't handle being cooped up for long. He strolls away from the Bramford Building and walks without thinking much about where he's going. He has his phone, sound on, if Sophie wakes up and needs him, and she'll be fine for an hour or so without him, especially now. It's late, after all — after midnight, which means he's officially been in Darrow more or less an entire year.

Maybe he deserves a cake for that. All the stores are closed, though. Tomorrow then. He fiddles with his phone as he walks. Undoubtedly several of his friends would still be awake, and he probably shouldn't be so alone in his own head for too long, but which of them would he not be disturbing?

It's only too late that he realizes he's been looking at his phone much longer than he should have. It may be past midnight, but the city's still awake. A car hurtles toward him and he steps out of its path just in time, fumbling his phone as he does so. Sighing, he crouches down to pick it up, checking the screen for cracks.

[ Find Shion anywhere in Darrow, more obviously in his head than usual. He's wandering vaguely beachward, but anywhere is fine, or else find him returning home to Bramford. I'm a bit early, but this is set to late late tonight/early July 1st. Happy one year of this dumbass, Darrow. ♥ Open to any and all until this says otherwise!! ]

alierak posting in

dw_maintenance

We're having to rebuild the search server again (previously, previously). It will take a few days to reindex all the content.

Meanwhile search services should be running, but probably returning no results or incomplete results for most queries.

keeptheselights posting in

thecityneversleeps

The way Joyce sees it, it all comes down to will. She's forced herself to get used to the idea of living in a world without Jim Hopper before; it hadn't been easy, but she'd done it. A lot of it had been because she was so focused on the kids, on making sure that El and Will were okay. Of course, now El is gone, too, and Will is on the cusp of being an adult, not needing her as much, and she can't just pick up their whole lives and move them to California. Darrow means there's nowhere to run.

In Darrow, she just has to figure out her way through it.

Today, her way through it is destruction. She's methodically dismantled the last three pieces that she made -- paper and driftwood and wire -- and, now she's transferring it into the trash. The pieces hadn't been that good anyway, hadn't felt finished, and now she just can't see the point in going back to them. She's never going to be able to get back into the headspace she was in when she started them. They belong to a life she's not living anymore. She kind of wants to set something on fire.

She settles for a cigarette, sparked to life with Jim's lighter, left behind on a bedside table, the only sign that he'd been there at all.

Joyce stands, one arm folded across her, staring at the dumpster. She'd hoped that it would help more than it did but, all of her destruction done, she still feels...emptry. Hollow.

God, she'd hoped she was done feeling like this.

atrainedkiller posting in

thecityneversleeps

Yelena runs as if her life depends on it — and it just might.
( thunderbolts )

The sky is so blue. It’s almost overwhelming. Squinting around her, a different sort of dread settles onto her shoulders. Not one of past shames, but one that comes from intense confusion.

“Bob, what did you do?” She asks, turning her attention back to the man beside her. But he’s gone. All of the so-called Thunderbolts are missing. It’s just her. Alone once more.

A cab presses on its own, screeching to a halt dangerously close to her. She frowns at it. “Where the fuck am I?”

She has a feeling this already impressively long day is about to get longer.

[ooc: and here we have a debut! Yelena is armed and likely might pull a gun if startled so please be aware! She’s also clearly a bit beat up and dirty. Open to any and all! ]

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light. darkness.

a balance.

MEME: Two Truths and a Lie

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