Feb. 16th, 2014 04:30 pm
othersdie: the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors (Uneasy)
[Justin doesn't bother making a post. Neil has already articulated his thoughts on the door, and anyone who wants to find him will know that he's either at the Police Station or in Xanadu. (He would spend more time in the apartment, but the thought that Neil and Todd might end up separated if the door works is more distressing when he's around them.)

He has a bouquet of pink orchids with him. Homegrown, of course, and intended for one very specific visitor, if she comes. She has to come. If the door works, this might be his last chance to see her.

It might be his last chance to see anyone. Justin is, as usual, not optimistic about the outcome of the experiment with the door. At best, everyone with somewhere to be will leave. At worst--well, he's torn between worst-cast scenarios. Either the City could be destroyed and take everyone with it or the Anonymous Movement could force everyone out. (Okay, the first is worst, but the outcomes are equally distasteful. He would lose the only people he cares about either way.) Such lines of thought make Justin even broodier than usual, which is a significant achievement.

Maybe, for once, the worst won't happen.]



Jul. 7th, 2013 08:15 pm
othersdie: deliriums and slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight (Contented neutral)
While you're here, please try to conduct yourself appropriately. If something is illegal in your world, it's likely frowned upon in the City; don't do it.

The police are still here and working in spite of the recent revolution. We can be contacted via the network in the event of an emergency.

[Now that business is out of the way:]

I'll be checking my messages all weekend, if there's anyone I know here.



Feb. 16th, 2013 01:10 am
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Alert)
[As soon as it becomes apparent that the City is more crowded than usual, Justin does what is, for him, the unthinkable: he makes a post. There's no deliberation, no planning, none of the typical reluctance to interact with the world outside of his very small comfort zone.

Just a rushed public service announcement.]

If you haven't been here before, this is the City. It's difficult to explain and you likely won't be here long enough for an explanation to matter. Stay calm. You'll only be here for a day or two.

If you have been here before, try to set a decent example.

[But that's not the real reason for this post.]

Euphie? Are you here?



Nov. 3rd, 2012 12:24 pm
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (She never notices)
[This is Justin making a post. Reluctantly. If there weren't people he hopes to see again, he would happily spend the day in his room with his cat and a book. As it is, he's in the garden with his cat and a book.]

For those of you who are new to the City, don't panic. This happens periodically. It's temporary. Anyone who arrived today and hasn't been here before: Don't panic. You'll go home soon.

"Don't panic" is actually the best advice I have.

If you're looking for me, I'll be in Xanadu.

[Private to Ken Ichijouji]

I'd like to discuss something with you, please.

othersdie: as fragile as a butterfly in May (Anxious: Anywhere but up)
Welcome--or welcome back--to the City.

I'm around if you need me.


[It's a lackluster post to the network, but Justin isn't worried about making the strangers feel welcome. There are a very few, very specific people he's looking for. He delayed the post, unsure if seeing them would be a good thing or a bad thing.

Better to regret, perhaps...

Justin can be contacted via his network device or found in any of his usual haunts--the fringes of Xanadu, the police station, the apartment that he's currently sharing with Neil and Todd. He's exceptionally melancholy today (and has been, for some time), which is no small achievement considering his usual disposition. Approach at will. Should anyone choose to check the apartment, they may have to face Justin's recently-adopted tabby in addition to an abysmal mood.]

othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Absinthe: The poet's drink)

If anyone is looking for me, I'm at the welcome center.  Inside.


[Justin has been in and out of the welcome center since Friday.  Being welcoming--or talking to people, for that matter--isn't his strong suit, but it had seemed like a fine idea when he had volunteered to cover for Euphie. 

He hasn't ventured outside much, choosing to leave that for the more enthusiastic volunteers.  Still, people do wander in on occasion.  Anyone who meanders into the center this evening will find Justin hunched over the front desk, a book and an unlabelled bottle before him.  He's determined to avoid unnecessary conversation; it may take some effort for visitors to get so much as a 'hello' out of him.]

[ooc: This is late.  Really late.  Backdating is awesome, anything goes, and feel free to move any encounters to a more reasonable day/hour (just indicate the time change, if you would be so kind).  Did I mention that backdating is cool?]



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