[first entrance]

[and_i]

There have been a lot of strange things in the forest lately. This one is just passing through, though.

The woods are dark and deep, and lovely enough for some, but it's the glittering, fascinating Observation Window that's drawn this new wanderer.

Or, to put it less poetically:

There's a slight, curly-haired fairy -- no, not that one -- kneeling on a table by the Observation Window with her nose pressed to the glass, utterly entranced. She's even forgotten to put her wings away.

It's so shiny.

[ooc: Open for tags and slowtimes for forever!]

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[ever_lovin]

[Not quite OOM: Ben has a dream that snares poor Charles Xavier (Millitimed to before the most recent Slenderman post) and then after meeting that strange creature in the forest, has another that for him was even worse.]

Ben comes down the stairs and makes a beeline for the Front Door, pausing only to sidestep anyone who gets in his way. With one last look back and a feverent wish that all will be well here, he opens the door to head back home.

He hates to run but he's afraid this fight isn't for him and he'd just make things worse if he tried.

[OOC: Not quite an exit post but Ben will only be good for short chats. He'll be back once the Slender Man plot is through.]

Ned Poins tends bar again, and serves you beer!

[poins]

"Mylady Bar, methinks I served you well,
When last you called upon me; may I once again?"

Appears a napkin.
                                "I thank you, greatly,
For have I any other coin to pay my debt
Other than mine own labour? I shall serve
Small beer, and fine brown ale to all that come
And sack to those that want it."

                                Thus he spake,
And hangs a sign upon the bar herself,
Naming his offers, then Ned Poins will wait
For patrons to appear.-

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[cutting_edgex23]

X has got a pile of books spread out at her table. She's spent some time in the library, clearly.

At least know she understands more about what Red meant by clairvoyance.

And her knowledge of possession has increased by leaps and bounds.

But the meaning of that symbol --

Yeah, that's been a harder slog. And even with looking into creatures with tentacles --

There's still a lot of ground to cover. And nothing reads quite right.

Especially not the stuff about a submerged, dreaming city. The merpeople would have a fit about that. For one.

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[shufti]

There's something strange going on here.

Shufti isn't quite sure what to make of it all, but she has a vague recollection from home that when symbols appear all over the place that it could be a sign of gang activity.

So at the moment, she's currently trying to clean one off, just to see if it can be removed. It's been fairly resistant to her methods so far, so she just tried painting over it. It's coming straight back through...

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[flip_the_lights]

Last night wasn't good. Neither was the night before that.

The nightmares are completely different now: the thing she saw in the woods stretches to an impossible height, reaching out with too many sets of arms as she hides, shivering, in a corner of her apartment. Olivia scratches and screams, tries every weapon she has, carves circled X's all around herself in an attempt to turn it away. Nothing works -- and when she wakes up, choking and coughing, she's kneeling next to her bed with a butcher knife in hand and X's gouged into the floorboards.

Sleepwalking. That's a new one.

(So much for getting back my deposit, comes the completely inappropriate thought as she stares in horror at the marks.)

She doesn't even bother to hide her drained, shaken state as she approaches the bar. Before Olivia can open her mouth to request the strongest coffee she's got, Bar shuffles two envelopes her way. The first is a note; the second is a thick packet of information. It takes a beat before she can pick up both in trembling hands.

Ten minutes later -- after a gradually more frantic paging through Claudia's printouts -- Olivia scrawls terse notes to Asami and Charlie. Included with both is a copy of the same packet.

( Notes for Asami Sato and Charlie McGee )

Without waiting to see if either of the women appear, she clutches her own packet tight and dashes home.



[ooc: not open for threads, sadly, but reactions/note responses are welcome!]