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".

Comments

[bunnydoesntlikeyou]

[there's a spark of something in her eyes, and she walls up a little bit, but she doesn't quite bristle]

Depends... are you here for the roses? They're not yours, they're for him.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg narrows her eyes and takes a step closer. It could be perceived as threatening or casual. It's a little of both. Her reasons are her own - she's not about to volunteer the information that the king of hell might be on her tail any second. That would be their problem to deal with if he showed up.]

Nope, keep your precious petals. Who are you talking about?

[bunnydoesntlikeyou]

I'm talking about the bunny. He knows everyone. [there's a flicker of something childlike and lost in her eyes for a moment, but then it's gone. if she's not going to want the same things, there will not be Problems. she relaxes a little]

And I'm Natalie. [it's like flicking a switch: suddenly she's looking and acting her age, the picture of sanity]

[putuporshutup]

Uh-huh. I see.

[Oh, brother. She's seen this crap before. This chick is not all there. Probably considerably less of a pain in the ass than an angel off his rocker, though. And a lot less potentially disastrous.

Not that she was surprised. Witches are usually crazy whores anyway.]

Meg. I'm new in town. You been here long?