IC Oria City

[MaryGold]

ORIA CITY, TEXAS

restoration and regrowth

Because of the significant damage done to this city during the war that can still be seen in certain areas today, it is commonly called the Waste City. Despite this, most of the city has recovered greatly and is quite beautiful. Still, it is a dangerous place to live, with plenty of Magi practicing dark magic for hire and Vampir that feed on others without their consent. Because of the high crime rate, The Circle system is stricter and more rigid here.

FORECAST​

DATE: October 29th, 2035. Friday.

TIME: 7:30 PM. Evening.

WEATHER: 67.8°F (19.9°C). Warm and humid.

CITY ACTIVITY​

If Black City is the city that never sleeps at night, Oria is the city that is only alive at night. With Hallow's Eve on the cusp, Magi business is booming, and those practicing the dark arts are preparing to take advantage of the sacred night. Visitors near and far are passing through, and natives are home safely or out enjoying as much as they can in the Waste City.

CITY NEWS​

Nothing for now.

UPCOMING EVENTS

- Fun activities will be added later. Can add any of your ideas too.

NOTABLE LOCATIONS​

• Soft Delights Massage Parlor
• The Foxtail Dojo

[See Buildings and Businesses thread]

 

[wren.]

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BLAINE

See The Red Light District.

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The clean-up that follows is routine and simple, Mr. Richmond leaving after patting Blaine on the head and thanking him for a job well done. Blaine uses one of the towels they use to cover up the clients' private areas to clean himself and the table of excess fluids, then wipes everything down with some Thieves Oil Cleaner. Between that and the eucalyptus-scented wall plug-in, it should hopefully leave the room refreshed before his next client.

This is perhaps the most physically strenuous job he's ever had, a fact he hadn't expected when he'd first been approached for the job, but as he pulls the five hundred dollar bills from his shirt, he can't find it in himself to complain. Still, he's ready to head home and go to bed after that. Hopefully his next client isn't interested in extra services.

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LOCATION | INTERACTIONS | MENTIONS

code by wren.

 

[unanun]

The evening was clean, and a good way to end the work week. In the prime time of TGIF, Violet blended into the dusk as she stalked her way straight down the cobblestone path of the quad, fighting her instinct to drift between the umbras of the great oaks that dotted the campus. Half a bottle of XinQ Sportsade (cherry flavour) and a cold cheese sandwich sloshed in her stomach, the rest of the drink in her backpack.

The office of the aficionado she sought was buried in a grand building, but she walked the path with the ease of a seasoned student and soon left behind the waft of paper and anxiety to the more sterile, stale air of the administrative corridor. The door she was looking for was just ahead on her left, stained pecan with a brass knob that stretched her fingers. Her knuckles rapped the wood three times, then she jammed them into her pockets, cocking her hip and bringing up a smile in anticipation.

"Hey. Ready?"

"I hope it's okay for you to hang out with me," she would say, same as every day and every year they had hung out, since Anya had found her.

"What are we watching this time?" She never picked.

@Nemopedia

 

[Nemopedia]

Anya Nosferatu
Redblood Vampir

Friday night meant for many the start of a weekend, but within the walls of Nosferatu Research University work hours were continuous and so it did for the Provost-Assistant, who wouldn’t have clued in on Halloween falling in the weekend had it not been for one invitation to the Halloween party on campus. A typical student party that Anya wouldn’t be attending for work was never ending and a particular headache had cropped up.

A problem of the size and trouble that Anya had entirely forgotten the time and day, for the weekend still seemed far away, until the familiar footsteps and the rhythmic three knocks sounded, nearly startling Anya out of her work, her head instinctively turning up towards the opening as if her faded eyes could still see, the file in front of her smacked shut with a decisive thud.

“I was thinking of a Halloween classic; Hocus Pocus,” the vampir recovered herself quickly, a smile around her lips before smoothening out her skirt, “the local cinema down the street is running it as a special,” she would continue, pulling another paper over the file Anya had been contemplating over, the name ’Nessie’ only visible for a flash second before the vampir moved herself away from her desk and towards the door.

Her hand reached out for Violet, as if asking for assistance. It was the vampir’s way of asking for permission to share vision, for confident as Anya was with the corridors of the university the ability to see was still dearly missed.

“How has work been lately?”

 

[unanun]

Violet's mono-gaze had long been roving over the room, and she pulled it to Anya's face from the desk as she took her hand. She always thought, but never asked to make sure, that Anya liked to see herself when possible. The Vampir's hand was impossibly smooth, smoother than silk, with the contact chill and firm suppleness that hid the warmth of a vitality triple her own, and rather then enjoy the feeling it only made Violet aware of how rough and finite she was.

"Quiet. My manager suddenly stopped giving me shifts."

Thus, she had spent the evening stripping, cleaning, and oiling her tools of the trade. The Vampirs may have took over and remolded society, but so many things remained the same. Suddenly, she hoped that she had scrubbed all the machine smell off, and curled her fingers over a small cut on her palm.

"So I haven't had much pay. You can spot me, right?"

She formed a loop with her other arm, through which Anya could place her hand.

"I can guide us there. I know the way there, at least.

@Nemopedia

 

[Nemopedia]

Anya Nosferatu
Redblood Vampir

Blobs of colour and balls of lights turned into sharp lines, like looking through a microscope of which the settings were rapidly being adjusted. Zooming in on first her office, a dark cave of a room covered wall to wall with books and papers, and then on her own face, a sight Anya never quite got used to, there was then finally the hallways of the university, the paths not as broad and seeming longer than they actually were because of a missing eye. It made the vampir smile inwardly as she thought that they shared half a vision between two people now.

“Work being slow?” Anya’s question sounded in sympathy, the harsh realities of freelancing and Oria City in its whole all too familiar. “I can talk to Father for you, there are always leaks and disappearances that need looking into,” she offered, thinking of the recent happenings Father had forbidden her to discuss outside of the two of them. Inconvenient, as Father was getting old and feeble and she was suffering her own limitations, but understandable for there were elements to it that no one within Nosferatu could afford to expose.

But it was Friday and as much as Anya loved her job and looked up against Father this was her down-time. The time where Anya didn’t have to be a Nosferatu anymore, where she could forget about Father who wasn’t her father but the closest to a father figure she ever had and will have and about everything else.

“I will treat you, but I get to choose the popcorn and flavour,” Anya chipperly added, a skip in her step as she took Violet’s arm, a hum in her voice and a confident step down the stairs she had walked a thousand times over. “Caramel, butter everything,” the vampir exclaimed, already looking forward to the mishmash of sweet, salty and slippery fatty goodness. A horror for most, but it delighted Anya.

 

[unanun]

"I'd appreciate that, but I'm not sure. My contractor ... he can get demanding when he phones me up. I usually have to drop what I'm doing, and that doesn't help with clients coming back."

Glowing pumpkins marked the main road that pointed out of the campus. Someone had seen fit to stick a bunch of candles onto the trees, which suffered no extra stupidity except for a bit of hot wax. The flickering lights glimmered, appearing the same size until they abruptly bloomed in her vision. Only Violet's steadfast adherence to the middle of the road saved her from any unwanted kisses, and perhaps a squeeze or two in the crook of her arm.

Old flickering incandescent lightbulbs sprouted on every surface of the signage to Rainbow Cinemas. At least three lightbulbs were burned out, and the rest would have only revealed themselves with a long seance staring at the fast moving patterns. Violet played her eyes across the entirety of the warm garish display. She thought that Anya would like to see it.

"Two."

In front of the outdoor ticket kiosk, with its thicker-than-normal glass and armoured voice grate, Violet turned to Anya. It was almost as bright as dusk, and she let her gaze play over the Vampir's features again, lingering on the intricately braided hair.

"Hey... I never asked, are you forced to see what I'm looking at?"

 

[Nemopedia]

Despite the offer Anya wasn't even sure if Father would agree to the idea of helping Violet. Knowing the man Anya could already tell that it was not going to be for free. That was nothing for Violet to worry about, and Anya was used to owing Father.

"I will talk to Father about it," she promises, a reassuring pat on the arm following.

She takes a moment to answer her friend, however blinking her eyes that don't actually see anything as she pulls the both of them together towards the snacks. "I like keeping track of how often you look at me instead of the screen," Anya teases, avoiding the question. Her loss wasn't a secret, not to anyone but it wasn't something Anya wanted a reminder of either.

"I did good on that braid," Anya praises herself turning to the student behind the bar with a wide grin back at the recognition in their voice as Anya orders her salted butter caramel popcorn.