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busybetty posting in

April 22, 2025:

There are no paintings hung on the walls. No hall tables. No phones. Her couch and the TV are gone. The dining room table that had held dozens of the exact same meal, gone. Lisa stands, feeling lost and afraid, breath trembling as she stares now at the broad front door. She has no idea what to expect on the other side.

Lisa Johnson arrives somewhere new.

[ HERE | ongoing | none ]

alittlerampage posting in

thecityneversleeps

April 2025:

Seeing it lumbering and stumbling towards a shimmering rift has Alisaie’s sense of adventure stirring. She looks at Alphinaud, her eyes sparkling.

“We should follow it,” she says. She doesn’t wait for his response.

Alisaie and Alphinaud play hooky from work in Silent Darrow, and run into a familiar face.

[ HERE | ongoing | violence, Silent Darrow monsters ]

hear_the_blood posting in

thecityneversleeps

March 2025:

Besides, he's pretty sure she knows when he's at the door. Like, she can smell it or something. He's foggy on the details, but the point is, she could just ignore him. She could certainly try to.

He raps jauntily at her door and leans against the frame, arms folded, waiting for a response. "Daiiiiisyyyyyy."

Daisy and Shion hang out.

[ HERE | ongoing | none ]

dumbfuckingfartknockers posting in

thecityneversleeps

March 2025:

“This is where it was, I’m sure of it,” Gwenny declares. She’s wearing a light jacket to keep off the early Spring chill and some boots in case the ground is wet.

Gwenny has a dream about a Silent Darrow monster, so of course she and Hilde go investigate it.

[ HERE | ongoing | canon-typical language and mentions of Silent Darrow monsters; children in danger ]

March 2025:

The house smells like supper and reminds her how hungry she is, and she toes her boots off so she can walk without tracking anything.

"Neil?" she calls, making her way through the house to the kitchen.

Gwenny is a little later coming home from her outing with Hilde than she’d promised. Neil is not pleased about that.

[ HERE | ongoing | canon-typical language and mentions of Silent Darrow monsters ]

nevegallus posting in

thecityneversleeps

Feb 18, 2025:

She strides into the precinct with a newspaper tucked under one arm and her snake-head parasol draped over that same wrist. The ash hasn't fallen since the day of the festival, but she isn't going to take any chances, if she's honest.

One detective seeks out another.

[ HERE | ongoing | mentions of NPC death ]

March 2025:

The beach is quiet down at this end and in this weather, still too cool for most people to come out for fun. He hadn't imagined her as someone who skipped stones for entertainment. Not that she looks like she's having a blast or anything, but it's a placid pastime for someone as electric as Neve.

Neve clears her head the best way she knows how, and Shion joins her.

[ HERE | ongoing | tbd ]

April 2025:

She’d taken the chance. It might be a way out, or it might lead to one, and she wouldn’t be much of a detective if she didn’t pursue all leads. The Gilded Prison Job continues, and now she realizes she’s stepped into a new case altogether: The Case of the Second City.

Against at least some of her better judgement, Neve steps into Silent Darrow. At least she isn’t alone.

[ HERE | ongoing | tbd ]

citycouncil posting in

cityarcade

Taxes? No. Test Drive? Yes.

Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

brightyoungreporter posting in

thecityneversleeps

After a light dinner which has been responsibly disposed of in a local incinerator, Daniel arrives at his favorite coffee shop spot-- not far from the apartment, with outdoor tables that stay open even at night-- to find his laptop waiting for him, his glasses folded neatly on top.

"What the fuck is this," Daniel says conversationally, because his laptop's in a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Only-- only the laptop in his bag is the one he'd picked up within days of coming to Darrow, and the laptop on the table is the one he'd last seen charred to a crisp in Dubai.

He's instantly suspicious, not because it shouldn't be there (it shouldn't), but because whenever he's seen this happen to someone else, it's meant to fuck up their day. And while it's still a disturbing thing, now that it's occurred, it's no horrifying or devastating memento of another place and time.

It's actually pretty delightful.

"Well, hello, baby," he croons, swooping in. "I'd know you anywhere. You look so much better than last I saw you, too. The glasses, really?"

He doesn't need them anymore, of course. He still puts them on, like it might ensure the laptop is whole and complete.

And halle-fucking-llulah, it is. He boots up the computer and there it is. His own manuscripts. The recordings from the interviews. The Talamasca files.

Daniel huffs out a laugh. "Look at that. We got a live one."

[Item post-- Daniel's laptop, happily un-barbecued and full of juicy vampire secrets. A good time to catch up and to meet him!]

allthelifethereis posting in

thecityneversleeps

Memory, Bill thinks, is a funny thing. He remembers some things so clearly -- the exact shade of yellow or Georgie's raincoat, for example, or the precise way the wind had felt the first time that he rode Silver really, really fast. Other things, though, he finds are hazier, like things glimpsed and snatched in dreams -- the sheer panic he'd felt, or the animal stink of It up close.

He doesn't really understand what's going on. He woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in a vast, echoey apartment that looks a bit like a factory or someone's attic. None of the clothes in the closet fit -- he'd found sweats and a t-shirt that would do, but the sneakers on his feet are cartoonishly big. He has to suppress a shudder when he catches himself thinking that they look like clown feet. He'd found some cash and, leaning against a wall in the stairwell, his bike.

He can't remember where he is. He doesn't know how he got here.

He's used some of the cash to buy lunch - a sandwich and some chips and a coke - and he's sitting outside at a metal table, trying not to just cry. He's keeping his hands busy, though, folding a paper menu into a tiny boat.

Some things you never forget.

ooc: I've been talking about it for years and here it is -- Bill Denbrough is, once again, thirteen. Obviously there are people in Darrow who will recognise him at this age, but it's also a great time to meet him or renew his acquaintance!

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