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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[ladiesss]

[enter one horrible Sluagh, her fae maen neatly and thoroughly disguised by a magical human appearance. a gothy, gangly teenager kind of appearance, but still. she's approaching this man with a look nothing short of disgruntled on her face. she likes all the extra magic, it's much better than the soul-sucking banality of the last city, but she can't tell if she's in reality or in the dreaming or if any of these people are going to try and eat her life essence the second she stops paying attention.

she's getting tired of swapping worlds. this is bogus. she speaks very quietly, practically a whisper.]

Yeah, hi, uh. Can I be totally weird and ask you some questions that make me sound like I'm crazy?

[not_that_crowley]

[if she can sense extra magic, she picked the right man to ask. it doesn't flow around him like the others she's seen in town, it goes through him instead - there's a direct connection between him and the current, even if it's not constantly active. like having cable but the TV is currently turned off. he shoots her a weasely grin, all teeth and mischief but not much actual danger]

Those are the very best questions. I'm all ears.

[ladiesss]

Fantastic.

[she sits down in a huff, right across from him, right on the edge of the street. if any cars are coming, well, they'll just have to watch out for her. she's got pedestrian's right of way or something.]

First... Where am I?

[she'd be speaking more politely if, again, she wasn't mostly convinced she was speaking to a physical manifestation of the dreaming. he sure looks like one of the Kithain, though. maybe a Nocker.]

[not_that_crowley]

Aviario, Connecticut. [he's used to having to confirm it for some people ... a few of the other Informers or liasons travel straight through the ley lines, so sometimes they miss a right turn at Albuquerque or somesuch, and come up at the wrong junction. it doesn't happen often, but - he's not bothered] Where were you tryin' to be?

[ladiesss]

We're on Earth?

[she wasn't expecting that! her volume almost goes from "whisper" to "library voice" in her surprise.]

Great! [chopping her hand against her other palm decisively.] I'm trying to get to Seattle. Washington.