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I will scream the word ( open log )
Who: Tim Drake, others
When: throughout November
Where: Dogtown, Docks, ADI HQ
Summary: catch-all log with gratuitous stalking and poor assumptions; individual threads will warn for content that comes up.
Warnings: ghosts, discussing death, stalking, possible violence, possible compulsions, possible gaslighting
Souls Come to Visit ( CLOSED to Neal ; cw ghosts, potential for compulsion, violence, discussions of death )
November 2. There's still the leaden feeling of the Halloween hangover over what seems like everyone's head, but Tim had found it in him to rise early, stay alert at his work desk, listen in to the serious talk of new waves of supernatural threats. He had declined dinner at B1, instead shutting himself back in his room and reemerging better-dressed: actual oxfords, dark chinos, a decent belt, a blue button-down, Malcolm's sport coat that he promises he'll return to the guy some day soon. He's got a date he says, and he'll be back late if at all that night.
If spends the evening in the graveyards, feeling the temperature drop as the sun begins to set. Dia de los Muertos isn't huge in Gloucester, Massachusetts. There's families coming and going, of course, and colors splashed around headstones which normally wouldn't be there. There's an exhibit on culture and history, and music and refreshments in an artists' cooperative downtown; Tim finds relief in the lonesomeness of the day, the deeper into Dogtown he wanders to reach the more abandoned graves.
He doesn't dare move anything. What's soiled and overgrown with grass or weeds is left as is. But he tries to read the names where the etchings haven't eroded. It's quiet and cold. Even the ghosts keep their distance. It makes Tim look up from where he had stayed for too long, contemplating a lost life he never knew, when he hears someone approaching. It's Neal.
"What are you doing out here?"
Aren't they instructed to keep to pairs around these places? But Tim's question isn't really accusing-- he's curious, is all.
God Killer( CLOSED to Ren; early November, cw stalking, violence )
[It's early in the month and late in the evening; Tim's around Bonnie's most often on weekends-- the freedom to step outdoors is exhilarating, same as it'd been years ago when he was a kid. There's danger in the streets, there's warnings to heed, there's misguided and self-appointed protectors. The nights are turning cold, and a street lamp illuminates his breath.
Gotta watch out for that.
Tim isn't looking to get caught and he's itching to dive into the shadows of the night. Conveniently-- Ren provides him the opportunity. The other guy had been searching for something or someone the past few days. He'd been acting off somehow, like he'd been eager to give chase, too. So Tim had decided to do good on his duty to ADI:
Suspicious activity is to be followed closely.
What is going on with Ren?]
Stick 'Em with the Pointy End( CLOSED to B1 )
So, yeah. Tim's made himself scarce. He even made it a point to go out of his way to avoid Malcolm, terrible as that made him feel, after the fits of endless nightmares. His alibis are solid, he's not sweating anything big, and every now and then he'll brave announcing to the two that he's going to stay out for the night. Mostly that last one is done in a rush, face pink-red as he dips outta Dodge with his backpack slung low over his shoulders and skateboard under his arm.
Then one day he slips off work early, a new break to his newest routine of being a good employee. When Meredith returns to the apartment, Tim will fetch her the gift like a dog would fetch a bone he's particularly proud of: sword cane. It follows the aesthetic model of her usual fashion. Tim lifts it some and twists its mechanism and-- "Concealed carry. Told you I'd do it." --the blade isn't for reckless swashbuckling. But it'll do damage.
Malcolm for his part gets a shoulder-bump some day as they cross paths in Headquarters after the nine-to-five grind. Shockingly, despite the stifled yawn that breaks out of Tim first, he seems ready to carpe the diem, and he wastes no time in getting to it. "How good's your aim?" he asks, matching pace and content to forget about hallucinations and night terrors and fathers-- but not guns. "Arroyo said you had training."
r/BlackMagicFuckery( OPEN; cw stalking, potential violence, compulsion )
I.T. knows Tim fairly well. He's the kid who takes too many breaks and who will occasionally reply to an email with Guinea pig gifs. But a challenge is welcome and the movie magic of Adobe studios and Snapchat filters has ADI finally providing him with a troubling enough puzzle. It'll have to do.
He sits at the canteen a lot, a notebook scrawled on with chicken-scratch shorthand, phone in hand as he scrolls on and on. Most days are a bust and he gives up on his one-man crusade only to trudge off to the gym or to his apartment. But the mounting frustration is a part of the game, and it's a game Tim plays very well.
He's been watching you.
One day he'll approach, or maybe you'll approach him on ADI grounds. "Busy?" He asks, because he's dying to get to work-- he's got a lead. "We'll split the reward fifty-fifty."
Arm Yourself (With Knowledge)( OPEN; cw violence )
[He wonders if he can ever shut off the cameras, maybe put the feeds on a loop. Two minutes, five tops. He'd have to ensure whoever is monitoring the cams will be gullible enough to fool with the simple trick- a new recruit, maybe.
Look. He just really wants to yoink that bo staff he's twirling around in the training room. It's hefty and cost someone a pretty penny, and it's deliciously balanced and it brings memories back with a vengeance. The weapons wall is ignored and Tim hasn't gone through all of his stretches yet, but
whoever's in ear shot, who looks like they can (and would) kick his ass?] Hey! We're sparring. [It's not a question.]
World is my Oyster( OPEN )
[Is it weird to nap on a fishing barge in the middle of a November afternoon? Probably. Will it stop Tim from doing just that? Not really, no.
Or catch him chatting with an old local, something about being interested in the lease of a dock-side warehouse.
Whatever it is, he's... looking blue, like the barrage of Happy Holidays right around the corner is a promise of anything but. It's why he's got to keep busy. Or die trying. You get it, right?]
((ooc, hmu if you want a scene! this will span the entire month, no rush for anything. Brackets or prose- I'll match you!))
When: throughout November
Where: Dogtown, Docks, ADI HQ
Summary: catch-all log with gratuitous stalking and poor assumptions; individual threads will warn for content that comes up.
Warnings: ghosts, discussing death, stalking, possible violence, possible compulsions, possible gaslighting
Souls Come to Visit ( CLOSED to Neal ; cw ghosts, potential for compulsion, violence, discussions of death )
November 2. There's still the leaden feeling of the Halloween hangover over what seems like everyone's head, but Tim had found it in him to rise early, stay alert at his work desk, listen in to the serious talk of new waves of supernatural threats. He had declined dinner at B1, instead shutting himself back in his room and reemerging better-dressed: actual oxfords, dark chinos, a decent belt, a blue button-down, Malcolm's sport coat that he promises he'll return to the guy some day soon. He's got a date he says, and he'll be back late if at all that night.
If spends the evening in the graveyards, feeling the temperature drop as the sun begins to set. Dia de los Muertos isn't huge in Gloucester, Massachusetts. There's families coming and going, of course, and colors splashed around headstones which normally wouldn't be there. There's an exhibit on culture and history, and music and refreshments in an artists' cooperative downtown; Tim finds relief in the lonesomeness of the day, the deeper into Dogtown he wanders to reach the more abandoned graves.
He doesn't dare move anything. What's soiled and overgrown with grass or weeds is left as is. But he tries to read the names where the etchings haven't eroded. It's quiet and cold. Even the ghosts keep their distance. It makes Tim look up from where he had stayed for too long, contemplating a lost life he never knew, when he hears someone approaching. It's Neal.
"What are you doing out here?"
Aren't they instructed to keep to pairs around these places? But Tim's question isn't really accusing-- he's curious, is all.
God Killer( CLOSED to Ren; early November, cw stalking, violence )
[It's early in the month and late in the evening; Tim's around Bonnie's most often on weekends-- the freedom to step outdoors is exhilarating, same as it'd been years ago when he was a kid. There's danger in the streets, there's warnings to heed, there's misguided and self-appointed protectors. The nights are turning cold, and a street lamp illuminates his breath.
Gotta watch out for that.
Tim isn't looking to get caught and he's itching to dive into the shadows of the night. Conveniently-- Ren provides him the opportunity. The other guy had been searching for something or someone the past few days. He'd been acting off somehow, like he'd been eager to give chase, too. So Tim had decided to do good on his duty to ADI:
Suspicious activity is to be followed closely.
What is going on with Ren?]
Stick 'Em with the Pointy End( CLOSED to B1 )
So, yeah. Tim's made himself scarce. He even made it a point to go out of his way to avoid Malcolm, terrible as that made him feel, after the fits of endless nightmares. His alibis are solid, he's not sweating anything big, and every now and then he'll brave announcing to the two that he's going to stay out for the night. Mostly that last one is done in a rush, face pink-red as he dips outta Dodge with his backpack slung low over his shoulders and skateboard under his arm.
Then one day he slips off work early, a new break to his newest routine of being a good employee. When Meredith returns to the apartment, Tim will fetch her the gift like a dog would fetch a bone he's particularly proud of: sword cane. It follows the aesthetic model of her usual fashion. Tim lifts it some and twists its mechanism and-- "Concealed carry. Told you I'd do it." --the blade isn't for reckless swashbuckling. But it'll do damage.
Malcolm for his part gets a shoulder-bump some day as they cross paths in Headquarters after the nine-to-five grind. Shockingly, despite the stifled yawn that breaks out of Tim first, he seems ready to carpe the diem, and he wastes no time in getting to it. "How good's your aim?" he asks, matching pace and content to forget about hallucinations and night terrors and fathers-- but not guns. "Arroyo said you had training."
r/BlackMagicFuckery( OPEN; cw stalking, potential violence, compulsion )
I.T. knows Tim fairly well. He's the kid who takes too many breaks and who will occasionally reply to an email with Guinea pig gifs. But a challenge is welcome and the movie magic of Adobe studios and Snapchat filters has ADI finally providing him with a troubling enough puzzle. It'll have to do.
He sits at the canteen a lot, a notebook scrawled on with chicken-scratch shorthand, phone in hand as he scrolls on and on. Most days are a bust and he gives up on his one-man crusade only to trudge off to the gym or to his apartment. But the mounting frustration is a part of the game, and it's a game Tim plays very well.
He's been watching you.
One day he'll approach, or maybe you'll approach him on ADI grounds. "Busy?" He asks, because he's dying to get to work-- he's got a lead. "We'll split the reward fifty-fifty."
Arm Yourself (With Knowledge)( OPEN; cw violence )
[He wonders if he can ever shut off the cameras, maybe put the feeds on a loop. Two minutes, five tops. He'd have to ensure whoever is monitoring the cams will be gullible enough to fool with the simple trick- a new recruit, maybe.
Look. He just really wants to yoink that bo staff he's twirling around in the training room. It's hefty and cost someone a pretty penny, and it's deliciously balanced and it brings memories back with a vengeance. The weapons wall is ignored and Tim hasn't gone through all of his stretches yet, but
whoever's in ear shot, who looks like they can (and would) kick his ass?] Hey! We're sparring. [It's not a question.]
World is my Oyster( OPEN )
[Is it weird to nap on a fishing barge in the middle of a November afternoon? Probably. Will it stop Tim from doing just that? Not really, no.
Or catch him chatting with an old local, something about being interested in the lease of a dock-side warehouse.
Whatever it is, he's... looking blue, like the barrage of Happy Holidays right around the corner is a promise of anything but. It's why he's got to keep busy. Or die trying. You get it, right?]
((ooc, hmu if you want a scene! this will span the entire month, no rush for anything. Brackets or prose- I'll match you!))
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Really? Hard to tell with you humans, you die of old age so quickly.
[She hums, putting her hands in her coat pockets.] ADI approved, or is this a private investigation? The answer's yes, either way, I'm bored enough to come along, but I thought I'd ask.
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But.
That's not the point.]
This investigation is going in the books. That's why I need a partner. [...she's like Akechi, he thinks.] So thanks for your time. Need anything before we head out?
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But yeah, I can basically leave now, I'll just text Katie to free up my table at the library. [She'll fish her phone out of her coat pocket, sending the necessary text to whoever the fuck Katie is as she talks.] So, what's the specifics of the case and the person of interest?
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Anyway:] Katie?
[Do tell, as he nods to the bus stop that'll be spiriting them away to the far away land of Essex.] ADI is most interested in the low quality productions circulating right now, right? There's an account with history of having been at Fenix's show at Boston. They post live feeds every Tuesday, every week they change locations of where they film. This week, they'll be in Essex. [It's straight-forward.]
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Works in research. Nobody important, don't worry.
[She nods. Sounds simple enough.] Catching them in the act sounds like a good idea. I wouldn't have expected Fenix to come this close so soon, however. [She'll be keeping an eye on Tim too, like she has no doubt he's keeping an eye on her. Maybe he can be brought in on the plan to take him down, they'll just have to see.]
Do you think they're affiliated with the circus? Unofficially, of course. But this sort of... easy grab for fear seems like it's very much their M.O.
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[They might like to believe they are, though. Tim's not supposed to know about it.
They board the bus; Tim doesn't mind letting the lady board first and in fact it strikes him as a smart little something to do. He'll back her, take whatever seat is leftover, cross his legs-- neatly, of course.] If there's any real connection to the circus then there's no reason to be hanging back in this region when the show keeps marching west. It'll make more sense to drum up enthusiasm [he inclines his head here in a silent concession- enthusiasm or fear, he means] before Fenix arrives than it does to want to keep a grip on the curiosity of the people that remains.
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Aelwyn will accept his chivalrous offer with a slightly bemused hum. She picks the seats at the very back. Best to be able to keep an eye on the entire vehicle, in case someone you don't like boards.]
That would make more sense, yes. In fairness, it seems this area has been the place to be for any number of horrors lately. I'm sure you've noticed that much by now too.
You mentioned you have a name? Any history to go along with it?