Open World Post: Aviario, CT

[dr_feistus]

At first glance, Aviario could be any normal small New England city - it's got its fair share of well-preserved historical buildings, a lovely park, a reasonably happy community, and a decent amount of "townies" who've been around forever and know everyone and everything there is to know about living there.

At second glance, there are strange things that were probably a trick of the mind - a flash of light, an animal looking at you as though it were watching you, someone who just lit their cigarette without a lighter.

At third glance, you start looking closer, and find out at least one thing: magic is real. Depending on how closely you look ... you might find out more than you wanted to know about who uses it, and why, and how.

Just pass through, crash with someone you happen to have met before for a weekend, poke your nose where it doesn't belong ... it's all up to you, the city is an open book. Just ... don't go near that old house on the hill. The owner's really tired of having to turn away everyone who goes up there just to ask about the "ancient curse".

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Dr. Jon Knight

[knightofthedead]

A (OTA):
[you find yourself in an apartment building on the East side of town. maybe you're visiting an old friend (and maybe this IS the old friend?), but for whatever reason, just as you're getting off the elevator, one of the doors at the end of the hall opens. Jon backs out, struggling to fit his laundry basket through the door ...the pile of clothes is big enough to require a basket twice its size. as he's just about to close the door with his foot, a blur of grey and black scoots out and tears its way down the hall.

upon closer inspection, you realize it's a cat with a dirty sock dangling from its mouth]

DAMMIT! Get back here, you fuzzy little fuckhead...


B (Medical/Procedural Only):

[they've directed you to the morgue, down in the basement at the end of a small corridor. the door's open, and you can faintly pick out the sound of upbeat music, which gets louder as you get closer. once you reach the doorway, the only personnel in sight is not a tech in a labcoat and scrubs, but a short redhead in a white blazer and black slacks. his feet are up on a guerney, which holds no body, but a pile of paperwork weighted down with a bowl that looks like it was made out of an actual human skull. the bowl's full of popcorn, and he reaches up to snag a handful as he looks over the clipboard in his hands.

you're probably going to have to shout over the music.]

A, please! have fun with this guy,it's the first time I've officially played him

[black_ice_trickster]

Hey, it's that guy from down the hall, you know the one you hardly see and doesn't seem to come out of his apartment much. He looks like he needs a meal, a shave, a bath, and a few days of sleep. He likely doesn't smell too wonderful, mostly of old sweat and fresh tobacco.

The cat doesn't stop runni9ng when he sees the barefoot, shirtless man appear at the end of the hall, and in fact runs directly between his feet and into the man's dimly lit apartment.

The man sighs and gives the other man a tired look that could be best described as B|

Well, fuck. Thanks. That's just what I needed. More laundry.

[knightofthedead]

Setting the gargantuan laundry beast down on the floor - for surely something at the bottom of that pile is almost sentient by now - the short redhead in cargo pants and a white tank smirks.

And you'd still be stuck with one cold foot, too. My cat is an inconsiderate shithead, I'll give'im that.

[black_ice_trickster]

Isn't 'cat' and 'fuckhead' the same thing? Because honestly, the only one I ever knew pissed right beside the fucking box, threw up in the sink, and thought gnawing on my face was an Olympic sport. Get a dog. Or a hamster. Better yet, no animals at all.

The man spins around and takes a step back into his apartment, then looks over his shoulder.

Um. I'll find him and kick him out.

And with that, he's gone, the door hanging open. Follow, and his writer will describe things! If not, eventually the guy will reappear. Maybe.

[knightofthedead]

Eleven days outta ten, yah. He moved in, though, I never had any fuckin' say in it. [he wanders over, stuffing his hands in his pockets, because he is by nature a nosy little shit] I can usually get him back through clever use of bribery or threats.

Moooooooorgue

[say_it_thrice]

[Hey, Jon. There's a thumping noise that doesn't seem to be part of the music. Is that knocking? And.... is it coming from one of those drawers?]

[knightofthedead]

April, this is not naptime, get your ass outta my goddamn morgue dr--

[he hops down, swaggers over, and yanks the door open.

you, sir, are not April.

WHAT THE SHIT]

[say_it_thrice]

[The corpse in the drawer stretches and groans, several joints popping and creaking. He pulls himself out of the drawer and frowns, looking quizzically at the man.]

April? What, did I hibernate or something? Thought I left a wakeup call for November.