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Oct. 30th, 2026 06:01 pm
selkiesaoirse: ([age 13-16] PUPPER)
[personal profile] selkiesaoirse posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
“I've decided to call this one Ladle,” she announces, holding up a fluffy, roly-poly puppy with purple-painted claws. “Regan says shelters name their animals weird names to make them easier to track in their systems. That way they don't have seventy-five ‘Spots’ and one-thousand ‘Fidos’.”

She's talking to her phone, which is clipped to the top of a wire playpen that she's set up in the park. Around her, on a square quilt and playing in the grass beside the quilt, are four puppies that are nearly identical.

About three months ago, Cu had gone off for a few hours. Saoirse hadn't loved that, with all the creepy things Darrow could do, but his license still existed on the Darrow city hall website every time she checked, so it wasn't like he'd vanished. (She's not even sure if pets can disappear the way people do, actually.) And then once he'd come home, she hadn't thought much about it.

Until five weeks ago, when one of her neighbors walked up with their own sheepdog, looking a little… well, ‘heavy in the chest,’ is how she put it when she made the announcement on her suddengram live. The neighbor, a grumpy woman named Delilah, had shown Saoirse a photo of four sheepdog puppies, small and wet and looking a bit like gray and white potatoes.

“You're the only family with a sheepdog for miles!” she'd snapped when Saoirse had laughed off the idea that Cu could be the father. The problem was, she's right.

Delilah isn't a cruel woman, though, so she'd agreed to at least keep them with their mother until they were old enough, on the condition that Saoirse clean up after them, buy their supplies, pay for their vet care, and then take them off Delilah’s hands once they've been weaned.

Now, Saoirse's got all four of them, and she's livestreaming a puppy-safe nail salon while she talks about the surprising hidden costs of puppy care — “it's more expensive than you'd think!”

Lifting the freshly dubbed Ladle to the camera, Saoirse snuggles the puppy's shoulder and face and says, “Say hi, Ladle!” She giggles when the puppy licks her cheek and gnaws on her hair. “Isn't he so cute?”

[ catch Saoirse in Petros Park with four new puppies in the park! Overhear her, crash her livestream, or just come over bc PUPPIES. Yes, she's painting their nails, and yes, she's made sure it's safe! But there's no reason your pup needs to know that XD Also, if you know her, you probably know it's her BIRTHDAY! Happy sweet sixteen, Saoirse! ]

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Oct. 28th, 2026 07:27 pm
packapunch: ([age 15-17] ffSAKE)
[personal profile] packapunch posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
“Fuck!”

Gwen jerks back out of the way of the swinging blade, narrowly missing getting slashed. She'd seen the woman, stumbling as if half-blind and looking lost as hell, while out on a walk. She'd had a bad feeling, a sharp, horrible thing in her chest — but a woman, wandering lost and alone at night? Gwen had tried to be nice and offer help.

The woman is wearing a tattered nurse outfit, and the blade in her hand is vicious as it swings at Gwen again.

“What the fuck!” Gwen snaps, and wheels her arm back, landing a punch on the bitch’s creepy faceless face. And then that face opens up into fleshy petals, and Gwen realizes she might be in some real fucking trouble.

The nurse is fast. Gwen manages to block another lunge with that scalpel, but then the nurse kicks her ankle and Gwen drops. The nurse follows, scalpel poised to come down on her face. For a flash, Gwen can see a grinning mask and wild, cold eyes, ratty hair and an axe. But then it's gone, and it's just the fucked up nurse above her.

Gwen catches her wrist with both hands, yelping involuntarily at how familiar this all is. She has to think fast. There's no Ernie or Finn or Mustang nearby. She looks around, trying to find someone, anyone, something to fight back.

There!

There's a metal pipe, broken off what looks like an old plumbing hookup. It's six, maybe eight feet away, and Gwen growls as she fights to hold back that arm. The nurse's mouth snaps and gnashes, drool landing on the wood at Gwen's back.

Wood. Wait a fucking second.

Gwen shifts and releases her hold, sending a prayer to Jesus as she does. The scalpel buries itself into the wood beside her ear. The nurse shrieks. As she tries to fight the scalpel free, Gwen rolls out from under her. She has every intention of running to that pipe and using it to defend herself. But the nurse tackles her, scalpel immediately forgotten.

“Eat a shit, you psychotic cumdumpster!” Gwen snarls, struggling. She doesn't have much time. This bitch is going to kill her if she doesn't get to that pipe. But she can't reach it.

Unless…

It's risky. It's fucking risky as hell, and if it doesn't work, Neil will never forgive her. But if she doesn't try, she's definitely dead. And Gwen isn't in the mood to find out if she'll be a ghost or not.

Closing her eyes, she lets her body go slack. A moment later she opens them, standing by the pipe. Her unconscious body is beneath the nurse, and Gwen turns to grab the pipe. It takes two hard pulls to rip it from the wall, severing the last feeble connection, and then she's running.

With a feral scream, Gwen swings the pipe up like a baseball bat, catching the nurse in the jaw before she can clamp that fucked up flower-mouth on Gwen's head. The nurse shrieks again, drooling blood, now, and Gwen swings the pipe downward, catching her in the back of the head. She lands beside Gwen's prone body, shuddering as she tries to push herself back up.

“Fuck! You! You mangy! Used-up! Cuntrag!” Every word is punctuated by a swing, the pipe hitting true with sickly thunks.

When the nurse finally stops moving, Gwen takes a shuddering breath of her own. She drops the pipe, bloodied and crumpled on one side now, and shakes her hands out.

She'll feel that in the morning.

It's only then, as she crouches beside herself to make sure she has no fresh injuries, that she notices the pair of shoes not so very far away. She snaps her head up, half-expecting another nurse. But it's not.

“Fuck,” she says again, realizing how this probably looks.

[ find Gwen(’s unconscious body) next to a dead Nurse anywhere in the city that works for your pup! Timed to after dark! If you can see ghosts, you can see Gwen's astral projected form. If you can't, wellllll… You definitely might have just seen a metal pipe floating a couple feet in the air before falling suddenly. Witness as much or as little of the fight as you want! Open to anyone! ]

MEME: Hot Takes

Oct. 27th, 2026 12:06 pm
citycouncil: (Petros Park)
[personal profile] citycouncil posting in [community profile] cityarcade
Let's try something new.

Let's hear your character's hot take, their unpopular opinion (or maybe just their favorite ragebait)! They can write it anonymously if they so desire or they can own it with their whole chest. From the mundane to the controversial, what do they have to say they think others disagree with? Do they think durian smells good or that goldfish are better pets than dogs? Maybe they think Petros High has a better Drembleydrop team than Darrow High. Maybe they think Tiffany Charlotte is overrated. Hit us with it!

Enjoy some petty squabbles. This is all in fun, opinions are their own, nothing counts in-game (although they could spark ideas for fun in-game interactions).

MEME: Off-Screen

Oct. 27th, 2026 11:48 am
citycouncil: (the underground)
[personal profile] citycouncil posting in [community profile] cityarcade
There's only so much of our characters' lives we can (or would even want) to play out, so we can all assume that there's a lot more going on off-screen, as it were, than happens in threads. Today's meme is for illuminating characters' day-to-day lives and sharing details that their friends, classmates, and co-workers may or may not be aware of. The questions below are a jumping off point; feel free to remove some or add more, and to ask each other questions or let them know, what do you assume about interactions between your characters? How often do they hang out? What kinds of things do they do? Or respond expanding upon someone else's answers, with details about things you think might have happened or could happen between your characters. What is their daily life like in Darrow? Feel free to use these as jumping off points for possible threads or to inspire future EPs. (Questions are addressed to the characters to avoid pronoun confusion, but may be answered from the player's perspective, whatever's easiest/most interesting for you.)

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