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<ginko> (April 3-4-ish)

[onegreeneye]

hey, heather. it's ginko. rin says he told you about the fight

just thought i should let you know, i'm alright now.

<avianavenger>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[They came back.]

[That's the one thing she's heard over and over about dying in this place, but she wasn't gonna believe it. Not till it actually happened.]

[Which it has, apparently.]

[That doesn't make it any easier to swallow.]</sub>


how do i know this is you


why did you do that


you fucking dumbass

[ACTION sort of]

[flashover]

[the morning of April 20th, Heather's apartment will be ding-dong-ditched. The perp is apparently VERY fast, because by the time the door is opened, they're loooong gone. Outside her apartment door is;

• One (1) potted plant, in bloom with beautiful purple-blue flowers with a sweet scent
• One (1) freshly dead squirrel, with a pretty bow tied around its neck
• One (1) typewritten note, reading "From: your Secret Admirer <3"


WHO COULD HAVE DONE SUCH A THING]

[ACTION sort of ---> Text]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Well, needless to say, when she opened the door, she wasn't expecting... this.]

[Heather stares down at the gift for a good five minutes or so, feathers slowly standing up.]

[It's... no. There's no way.]

[It CAN'T be.]

[Not HIM.]

[He'd leave a doll, not a squirrel and how fucked-up is it that getting a dead squirrel in a flowerpot as a present is LESS creepy than getting a doll would have been]

[The flowers, tho?!]

[And 'secret admirer'-- he'd just sign his NAME, right? He was never shy about writing 'Stanley Coleman' before...]</sub>


[TEXT]

RIN CAN U COM TO MY APARTMENT LIKE ASAP

<shovelguy> BACKDATED TO MAY 8th ASS-O-CLOCK

[reluctantreceiver]

heather were you out by the Royal Theater today?

<avianavenger>

[foolishwren]

no y what happened

<kurikara>

[flashover]

hey heather i hadnt heard form u since the thing

r u ok?

brace yourself

[flashover]

[ok she hasn't answered. Maybe she's just busy.

Current Worry Level™: [◼︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎] ]

heather? r u around??

July 21st

[reluctantreceiver]

heather are you there this is super important nobody is dead or anything but i need to talk to you!!!

[foolishwren]

????

what is it

[action] September 5th, lmao who needs logs

[solperierat]

[So. That sucked.]

[Ed has been very noticeably absent from the Nest the past few days. The whole time the fog was around, in fact, which might be a hint as to just why he's gone. Whether Greed and Stocke said anything about their run-ins with the rampaging minotaur or where he went, it's pretty obvious when Ed hauls himself back into the bar that he's seen better days.]

[He comes home earlier in the morning, well before any customers would be around to see him. Covered in dirt, bruises, and blood staining the tatters left of his pants, he looks like hell. And he feels it too, trying not to think about how many people he must have hurt out there, just what he did during those blank spots in his memory. He casts a dull glance around when he steps in, then sighs and heads back into the living quarters. A shower, that's what he wants right now--a shower and to sleep until this whole world just stops existing.]

LOGS ARE FOR FOOLS

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She'd picked a bad weekend to wind up in Vandare.]

[Once the fog rolled in, there was no chance of getting back to her high-up apartment in Bavan in time for what had become the new norm.]

[Which meant weathering it out in the same room that she'd done her first recovering from the pit in. Not a pleasant memory. But what else could she do?]

[When Ed comes limping back to the 'Nest, he won't have much luck finding a bathroom that's available. The one in the lobby's out of order, and that one on the second floor at the end of the hall has some very suspicious noises coming from it that could be an amorous couple OR a gargoyle eating someone's missing grandma, and the staff-room one has been taken for like an hour by a werewolf who accidentally swallowed someone's silver earring earlier. And Greed's bathroom is... well, Greed's. Because of course he has his own bathroom.]

[The only one left is the one on the third floor, and when Ed finally comes to THAT one, he'll find IT closed, too.]

[The shower is running.]</sub>

[action] October 27th

[solperierat]

[Never let it be said that Ed is capable of being mature for over 24 hours.]

[He's been bored. Or more accurately he's been desperate for distractions from his thoughts, recent memories still being raw and difficult to deal with. (Even if he had come back from the dead once before, it hadn't been the same. At least that had been relatively clean, the pain over and gone without more than a few shocked moments to process it.) Ed had been nosing around, wings and face still sore from his last attempt to learn how to fly properly, and found something delightfully creepy in one of the dumpsters. And then he remebered that skylight in Mason's room, and a horrible plan formed in his head.]

[Finding tape is simple enough and once the doll is secured in place at the corner of the window, all Ed has to do is linger around the third floor and wait. Hopefully he can keep his poker face in the meantime.]

[action] October 27th

[foolishwren]

<sub>[He'll be waiting awhile. But his patience will be rewarded GENEROUSLY.]

[Heather had gotten home late the night of the 26th, spent some time comforting her fellow Otherworld Survivor over the fact that he was now a HORSE, and then flopped straight into bed, tuckered out hard from the flight to Bavan and back. And, well, probably a little drunk, too.]

[Either way, it's not till morning that she rolls over, gazing blearily up at the sky as she usually does....]

[And sees the DEMONIC INFANT FACE STARING DOWN AT HER.]

[An unbridled shriek of pure avian alarm rings out, audible from SEVERAL FLOORS AWAY.]

[Then there's a loud CLUNK.]

[Because her next action after screaming was to launch directly upwards at the skylight, forgetting in her half-awake panic that there was glass there. Preventing her from being able to flat-out ATTACK THE BABY.]</sub>

not here

[makehistoria]

[encouragingly 'obtains' a cool-looking mic for heather]

[and by cool-looking i actually mean look at these things]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[DELIGHTED TWITTERING.]

[And by delighted twittering, AHEM, I mean she cooly thanks Stocke and offhandedly mentions that she owes him one AW WHO IS SHE KIDDING, THIS IS SO AWESOME STOCKE ARE YOU AS HYPE AS SHE IS AAAAAAAA]</sub>

<demilo>

[aphasiacartist]

hi. my name is rin

i was admiresolympus on the network but weve actually talked a couple times before. i was also secondplanet.

anyway my number is 460.83.702.93
sorry for being so secretive about this i just already got killed once or pissing of a god follower and i dont want to do it again

[She remembers Heather saying that she tries to steer clear of god stuff in one of her other posts, though. Hopefully that's still true, because Rin's decided to trust her with her true identity and network handle.]

<homingpigeon>

[foolishwren]

OH! oh shit i remember u!!!

_{[FROM THE PERIOD POST! And also briefly before that, but the period convo kind of stands out a little more than that.]}

and damn r u serious????

that is fucked up as hell i mean i knew some god followers went after neutrals but.... i hadnt actually talked to anyone who literally was killed by one

holy shit

December 5th, afternonish

[solperierat]

Oh god. Oh god, he's fucked up. He's fucked up so bad, he can't ever face Ginko again how could this freaking happen--

Ed pacing around one of Dawn's numerous tunnels might not be such a weird thing, but the fact that he's anxious rather than annoyed is a pretty big change. The empty bottle of beer in his hand isn't unusual, either, and is probably the reason he's rambling as much as he is.

"Fucking Christ, what the hell am I supposed to do? He shouldn't be--I'm not supposed to feel like this! Why is he so fucking pretty, why did I have to fucking notice?! Of all the fuckin' people to want to--FUCK!"

If anyone is approaching, he sure as hell doesn't notice.

[foolishwren]

Heather usually avoids venturing underground, for a myriad of reasons. Bad memories both of "home" and Rota, claustrophobic harpy instincts screaming at the thought of being trapped beneath the earth forever... but there's a bottle of something-or-other she couldn't find in the back upstairs, and she knows there's gotta be a stash of it in one of the storerooms down here SOMEWHERE, so down she came.

She'd initially been going in the complete opposite direction, but hearing Ed's distinctive squawk of a voice made her pause in slight concern.

What's he so riled up about...?

Her first assumption is that he's arguing with someone, but she doesn't hear any other voices.

Slowly, she leans out from around a corner.

... Just in time to hear 'Why is he so fucking pretty'.


Oh my god.

action, early January

[beastofishbal]

Scar had taken to wandering around the city in the evenings. There was only so much time he could spend in the wretched hotel room, and he had become significantly more alert at night as of late. He knew why, but he didn't spend much time thinking on it. There were things worst than the impending changes.

Dumpster diving was at the top of his thrilling list of hobbies. Scar was digging through the trash behind a restaurant, tonight. What he was looking for, he didn't really know.

His newly sharpened ears picked up... some kind of song outside. Animal-like, his head popped out of the lid of the dumpster to see what was going on.

[foolishwren]

The source of the song was not one he had to waste a lot of time looking for.

Perched atop a small stack of crates sat one (1) inky-black harpy, wings loosely spread on either side of her to flash the dusky sunset-colored bars on her pinions. The flashy colors made more people stop to listen, she'd learned.

"Magpie comes a-callin', drops a marble from the sky. Tin roof sounds alarm and waaaake up, child. 'Let this be a warning,' says the magpie to the morning, 'Don't let this fadin' summer pass you by. Don't let this fadin' summer pass you by.'"

It's a slow song tonight, but the notes pouring from her throat are rich and melodic. Of all the skills she'd discovered after her transformation, this one has probably been the only one that remotely endears her to anybody, and judging by the suitcase open on the sidewalk below, she's hoping it'll buy dinner tonight. Or maybe a better coat, because holy shit does the one she's wearing look like it's seen better days.

There's a few people standing around and listening, but this isn't a terribly busy street.

<giratina>

[dawning]

heather are you busy?
i was wondering if you'd like to come to a dinner party with me!

<warhawk>

[foolishwren]

_{[Well chalk one up for Things Heather Didn't Think She'd Hear Ever.]}

... a dinner party??

Action (second half of June)

[ka_mai]

[With Roland back hale and hearty and more bearish than ever, Bert's been more inclined to head off on his own in the evenings. He hates leaving the other man, but he's got things to do. People to see. Horrific new abilities to learn and master!]

[Alright, not all of them are horrific. Theoretically. Bert's wing membranes have been in for a week or more now, and he's barely got the grasp of using them. His first attempts in the stables, Roland laughing from a pile of hay below, had not gone well. Lots of falling on his face, lots of getting tangled in rafters.]

[Which is why he's in a back alley in Bavan, wearing nothing but a pair of denims cut off at the knees, clambering up onto dumpsters and fire escapes and attempting to launch himself into proper flight.]

[He's mostly just launching himself into piles of garbage and street with strings of creative curses.]

God damned rabid dog fucking dick rotted christ!

[There's dirt in his mouth! He pushes himself to a sitting position, his backward legs all akimbo, and glares at his treacherous wing arms.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[For a long time, Heather's thought of Bavan as "her town" more than anywhere else is.]

[But after since Djavulenstad literally rose up out of the earth a few weeks ago... Bavan's streets have felt both familiar and not at the same time. It's... weird.]

[ALL THAT ASIDE, she's still finding herself in the city regularly, flitting back and forth between. Not that there's really any moving left to do, she had precious little here to begin with. But just, you know, in general.]

[Needless to say, hearing crashes and shouting in alleys is pretty par for the course in Bavan, and it often means some unlucky human's just run afoul of a monster. ... That's... not what this sounds like, though...]

[Heather adjusts her trajectory and lands on a nearby rooftop, peeking over the edge just in time to see Bert just... eat it on the trash-littered pavement. Holy shit.]

[She can't help but snicker loudly-- she doesn't even really try not to. It doesn't look like this guy can really do anything about it even if he's mad, so...]</sub>

<lust> (Backdated to Feb 26th)

[thekindestdemon]

You're a woman from a modern, relatively standard world, aren't you?

[Lust is relatively certain, but she could be wrong. She doesn't know Heather very well.]</small

<clevergirl>

[foolishwren]

_{[... HOW DID THE BOOTY NAGA GET THIS CHANNEL]}

um

yea

i mean i guess

depends on ur definition of standard

<avaricious>

[nestingdevil]

br aaat

g rrab a coullpl e ofbag s from the bssment. weve gotsom busin ess to taek care of intown.

<clevergirl>

[foolishwren]

is that any way 2 speak 2 ur favorite employeeeeeee

lol


but hell yea ill get em where we goin

<avaricious>

[nestingdevil]

hhy hey fehtrers

theee town 's bnntalkin latlly. i gu ss acuple of folkks hrre arintrested in dooiin somthing as a gestur for what ttt hppnned. an oppeen doo r fesi tival or somhi like that. i'v ee been here a whi le bu t. ah

wht exctl is chrism a s nyway ?

<brrrrd>

[foolishwren]

heyhey boss

<sub>[Mason has been... somewhat elusive, lately. A lot had happened, after all... between what went down, and Stock going missing...]

[But if anything's going to draw her out of hiding, it's getting to explain the magic of Christmas to her demon boss.]</sub>

wait a sec

weve all been here for years but no ones talked abt christmas??????

how



how did this happen




its like a holiday entirely built around gaudy decorations and eggnog and getting piles of presents ur gonna love it

<TheAvatar>

[bent_the_world]

[It's been a crummy couple of months, and Korra's been spending a lot of time around the hostel with busywork. But she's trying not to just be a depressed lump of fur.]

so hey, it's korra.

just wondering how you made out with all those pigs.

<brrrrd>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It really, really has.]

[Mason has been largely off the grid doing god knows what... but she can't stay silent on the subject of THE PIGGENING.]</sub>

o hey

its been great

well mostly

i mean

there was that thing where my boss went nuts









but like

the pigs get some good reactions


nobody knows it was me yet





lol

<Muffin>

[homecomings]

So...

Are we going to talk about what happened? At the museum?

<brrrrd>

[foolishwren]

_{[O-oh. Oh boy.]}

idk........ should we?

_{[GUESS WHO'S BEEN AVOIDING THAT SUBJECT DELIBERATELY. And kind of also keeping to herself? Mason is, as a lot of the other Nesters can easily attest to after so many years, kind of a unpredictable when it comes to keeping up appearances.]}

<TheAvatar>

[bent_the_world]

hey

so i have a maybe weird question, if you've got a minute?

i mean not THAT weird...

<brrrrd>

[foolishwren]

dude as long as ur not some socially awkard dude askin me if i lay eggs im pretty desensitized 2 weird questions

shoot

Some Bar in Bavan

[toothaches]

Maurice took up space. That was just a fact. He was a big guy with a big personality, and now he was even bigger. A towering bright green beast of a horse man but that wasn't why he was inconveniencing nearly everybody at the tiny hole-in-the-wall that night.

No, that was because of the papers.

The army of empty mugs at his elbows couldn't hope to match the mountains of newspapers that were spilling off the edge of the bartop as Maurice feverishly rifled through them. They piled up where his hooves dangled above the floor and the server had tripped over them once already. They were stuck to his tail too and all the while he muttered incomprehensibly to himself.

[foolishwren]

For years now, Heather had been the Nest's liaison in Bavan. It had been her original job, before Djavulenstad had even been a twinkle in anyone's eye.

She knows this city almost inside-out, still feels like it's her turf even if she hasn't been back to that shitty apartment she owns in months.

Maybe it's not surprising that after being 'promoted' so suddenly, this is one of the first places she instinctively returns to. To the counters where she spent countless hours bickering over contracts and slipping notes from talon to hand. To where she knows EXACTLY what to do.

... Well, you know, most of the time.

She has to admit that encountering a literal mountain of newspapers and horse is not what she really expected. Usually the biggest thing in here is that one drag queen's wig.

"Uh.."

A spiky golden crest is BARELY visible over one of the stacks.

Like the 25th or so, after Whale Things cool down | <psydekick>

[missleadingquestions]

Hey!!!! It's Maya!

How are you doing? Everything okay?

[How many words does it take to ask about The Whale Thing without actually mentioning The Whale Thing]

<caym>

[foolishwren]

oh hey

_{[THAT'S SO SWEET. If only she was feeling less like a plucked chicken.]}

i mean nothings ever really ok here

but it sure beats being literally digested






what about you

[justbeingknife]

[ There's something for Heather, brought to her probably by one of her lackeys. It's a bottle of nice whiskey and a big old jar of horrible holiday glitter. There are reindeer sequins. It seems a werewolf sent it to her. ]

I trust these're in excellent hands, says the card.