Log: Ongoing

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

When; July 12th Evening
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters; Jane Canary
Summary; Arrival (at the fountain)
(Open to whomever would like to meet her, she's in such a good mood right now!)
Log; Jane sputtered and cursed and spat out water. Her horse stood off to the side, on dry land, looking at her passively.

"The fuck are you looking at... Cocksucker?" she yells at the horse.

The horse does not reply... Well, it does swish its tail and shakes its mane and goes "Merherrherrherr." But that's just what horses do you see.

Jane managed to get her feet under her and trudged through the water. Her boots were full of water, she was soaked to the bone her coat was heavy and...

And...

Jane looked around finally.

"... Where. The fuck. Am I?"

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[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Ah. A newcomer.

Walter stood at the edge of the fountain and looked down at the woman who both looked and smelled as though this was a bath that she greatly needed.

"You are in the City. It has no other name."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Well... If that isn't the creepiest dude she's ever seen. And a limey to boot.

"Is that a fuckin fact?" she asked rhetorically pulling off her coat and continuing her trudge towards the edge of the fountain.

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

If she thinks he looks creepy now....

"Yes, in fact it is. And you are...?"

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Canary." she said stepping out of the fountain and dropping the coat on the ground.

She took off her hat and dropped it on top of that, trying to blow the wet hair plastered to her face aside and whipping the water off her arms.

"Jane Canary... And to whom to do I have the pleasure of meeting on this..." she looks around. "Auspicious occasion?"

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

"Walter Dornez," Walter responded, somehow managing to be exactly where water was not spraying.

"I would welcome you to the City, but residence here is a bit of a mixed blessing."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane checked her colt for water damage, pointing it at the ground.

"Well, I ain't interested in bein a resident of yer fuckin City, so there's no fucking need." she said snapping the gun back and shoving it back into the holster.

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter raised an eyebrow. She cursed like Rayne on a tear.

"You'll find you don't have much choice about the matter, but far be it from me to stop you from trying to leave."

He admired the Colt until she put it away. "Tell me, Miss Canary, are you alive or dead where you are from?"

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane looked at Walter like he has eyes on stalks.

Somebody around here probably does, but she doesn't know that... yet.

"Am I what?"

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Well, this woman was certainly going to have some difficulties adjusting to the City.

Walter smiled and neither tried to hide nor display the fact that he had a pair of long, sharp canines.

"Walk with me, Miss Canary. I'll take you by one of the shops and see about getting you some dry clothes. You'll need a flat, but you'll be happy to know that you won't need money here unless you want to earn it."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane slopped the drenched coat over the horse's neck and picked up her hat.

"I ain't no whore if that's what you're askin."

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter chuckled and shook his head at her. Why did it always seem that talk turned to whores around him?

"Rest assured, Miss Canary, I've no use for whores. I'm doing you a good turn because I've nothing better to do at the moment. Nothing more."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

No harm in letting the guy show her around, she's armed and he's not.

Silly Jane.

"Okay..." she says slowly, grabbing the reins on her horse to lead it along behind them. "And while we walking you can explain to me why you think I won't be fuckin leaving."

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter spread his hands in a gesture that said, "what can you do?" He'd picked it up from more than a few Frenchmen he'd known in his time.

"I shall, but first a question for you, Miss Canary. Where and when are you from?"

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Most recently? Deadwood, mining camp in the Dakota territory... As for when... Oh I s'ppose I passed out around.... two in the mornin..."

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Mining camp in the Dakota territory, horse, leathers, and that lovely antique Colt. Well, that all went together quite amusingly.

Walter looked her and her horse over thoroughly. "I suggest you check your possessions. You will find something extra in them. The City gods always supply a communication device to all residents upon their arrival, and I can see that you are going to need some rudimentary instruction in its use."

He tilted his head at her and waited to see if she would follow his suggestion. While he waited he said, "And that ticking sound? We all hear it. You cannot escape it, but it worsens when you are alone."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

She was about to tell the cocksucker that she wasn't going to fucking check her fucking posessions thank you very much you crazy shit heel....

But then he mentioned the ticking sound... Which she thought was just her head throbbing from lack of drink.

"You hear that too?"

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

"We all do," he answered, not unkindly. "It can drive one quite mad if you stay alone. It abates with company - forces us to interact, even those of us who would otherwise hold ourselves apart from this city's madness."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Nice... All Jane really wanted was to be alone...

"And you can't leave here why? Is there a fucking siege goin' on or somesuch?"

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Now there was a question. Walter motioned to Jane to walk with him while he led her toward one of the stores that existed here for no reason he could discern, stocked with supplies that came from nowhere he could trace.

"I suspect, Miss Canary, that you will believe me a liar until you confirm these things out for yourself, but I will tell you now, and you may tender your apologies later."

He smiled to himself as though at some secret joke.

"This City is ruled, run, cursed by beings that style themselves as gods. And for all the power they possess, they may as well be. They draw people here from across time and reality and put us all together like some sort of ant farm they would watch and play with. Needless to say, they do not allow the ants the opportunity to leave."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh."

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter shrugged. He hadn't expected the truculent woman to believe him.

"I don't know what will be done with your horse. I believe that there are those in Xanadu who might help you."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh... And where might that be?" she asked

The horse shook it's head and the wet coat fell off.

"Oh for fuck's sake."

Jane stopped to pick up the coat.

[just_rayne]

"Well it looks like I'm not the only one to have the misfortune of landing in the fountain. You alright there partner?" Rayne asked, looking to the other woman with much amusement on her face.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Good Lord, I'm a fucking vampire magnet it seems. :P

"Nothin's broken. Gonna leave a hell of a mark on my ass though." Jane said flatly as she took of her waistcoat to wring it out.

[just_rayne]

Except she's not a vampire. ^_~

"The ones who run this place sometimes think it is funny to drop newcomers into the fountains. At least you're in one piece though," Rayne said with a smile, one that did not reveal her fangs. "It could have been worse your horse could have landed on you."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Details details

"... Yeah, I suppose it woulda been." People here said the oddest things.

[just_rayne]

"Need a little help?" Rayne asked still very much amused.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

*slosh slosh slosh slosh*

"Nah, I s'ppose I can walk through some water just fine thanks. I ain't that drunk just now."