[B is curled up in a corner of the couch in the living room of Golgotha House's Lower Cove, nibbling at his thumb in a fairly agitated fashion. His gaze is fixed at a space partway across the room, almost as if he's staring at something - something that clearly isn't there to anyone else who might pop by on the second level ( Read more... )

[There's a man standing in a peculiarly slouched manner just outside the church in one of Template's less-than-nice parts of town, staring rather incredulously at his hands and arms. The burns he's grown accustomed to over the past year or so aren't there anymore, and nothing about his surroundings appears as he expects ( Read more... )

[You ever get that nagging feeling that something is just ... off? B's feeling unsettled today, and it's not just the fact that he's been abnormally tired and drained for the past few days. There's something else ( Read more... )

[PRETEND I POSTED THIS DAYS AGO, OK B is shuffling around the kitchen of Golgotha House's Lower Cove, attempting to make coffee with mixed results. His hair is sticking up wildly - more so than usual, anyway - and he's squinting at the lights in a particularly annoyed fashion. He's quite obviously hung over, after drinking vodka with Ivan, and, ( Read more... )

[ The power's just flickered out in the Lower Cove of Golgotha House on Master Street. It's back on now, but it was off just long enough to reset all the clocks in the cove. B is still getting the hang of the whole second level thing, so he's once again projecting openly and unintentionally as he gets to work resetting the clocks.]

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[B suddenly realizes the searing pain in his chest that was present just a second ago has vanished, and he cautiously opens his eyes and glances around from the spot where he’s curled up in a ball on the floor. Wooden benches, colorful stained glass windows, an odd hush in the air - B recognizes this place is a church. He ponders the ( Read more... )