housing hub: mortuary

[mygod]

Mortuary

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Home sweet home, or in your case, a dilapidated building. Of course, nothing is stopping you from finding shelter elsewhere, but at some point you must have stepped into this building or slept under its roof, so this is home; while it's not very plush, do you really want to risk sleeping outside?

There is also a small plaque on the mailbox now with everyone's names engraved on it. Trying to deface it will result in more papercuts, for some reason. The names read:

Astarion Ancunín, Gale of Waterdeep, Karlach Cliffgate, Nona, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Vin

By your sleeping arrangements, there are chests to hold whatever items you opt to place in them, which cannot be publicly accessed like the rest of your house. Otherwise, guests are free to come and go or sleep over, though going over the maximum suggested occupancy will be uncomfortable and cramped. Guests will also be unable to access to this post. Characters are also free to stay at any of the other housing locations, with the same stipulations.

Feel free to use this post for any resident gatherings, updates, etc!

For your easy reference: An industrial, cold building with no windows, brown-stained floors, and the metallic smell of blood. Five adult, wooden coffins sit neatly in a row near two metal surgical tables. Often, scratching can be heard from inside one of the coffins. Opening any of the lids reveals only an empty nest of plush velvet lining, perfect for long naps out of the sun. If the lanterns on the walls are still too bright, there is a tiny basement level with two extra coffins, not a sliver of sunlight or lamplight to be found. Additionally, the basement houses a chest with several velvet blankets inside.

Out front, a large, wooden mailbox sitting on a sturdy pole. There is enough room for all deliveries for every individual assigned to this housing.

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✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked, so hopefully none of you got duplicates or this'll be awkward. However, those who put in an order should know what they asked for—and they will be the only ones able to take their respective item from the pile. They include:

- One (1) set of cleaning supplies. It has a broom, mop, bucket, and all-surface cleaner
- One (1) sealed jar of assorted, unidentifiable chemicals
- One generic notebook

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya! ]

SETTING CHANGES

[mygod]

[ Anything you'd like to do to your new home can go here for everyone else to note! ]

[ablazement]

[ THERE'S JUST A BUNCH OF FUCKIN LEECHES IN THE BIG COFFIN NOW I GUESS ]

[haematocritical]

[ what the fuck ]

[allomantic]

anyway

[haematocritical]

[ goes around trying to bat the lids off the coffins like an angry cat with the strength of a wet paper fish. ]

Just try scrabbling at that now, you little--

[ yeah! ]

[allomantic]

[silently watching him do this]

[haematocritical]

[ he's giving the energy of someone who wants these lids off, but doesn't want to break a nail. ]

[turbulency]

[ also watching him do this ]

[situationship]

[ also watches ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ already beginning to write in his new notebook, thank you. but he'll pause and look up at him doing this. ]

Perhaps you should wait for Karlach to aide you before you injure your back, Astarion?

[turbulency]

[ looks at gale ]

What's up with him?

[haematocritical]

[ YOO HOO KARLACH. HELP. ]

I might as well get a head start ay shutting these things up.

[ why did he end up here? (because funny) ]

[ablazement]

[is not helping]

[haematocritical]

[ BETRAYAL. ]

[segnale]

[nona is just standing here, silently perishing over the idea of being tied to her least favourite building in this place. at least this is somewhat expected behaviour from astarion so she's just like well this tracks for what i know of him.]

[haematocritical]

[ this is very jan behaviour, putting her sweet girl here.



anyway he's still shoving at the lid. ]

[turbulency]

[ uh oh

giving her a thoughtful look... ]

[situationship]

[ Lightly claws one of the coffin lids Astarion tried to throw off (but ultimately failed)... Eeeeerie chorus of unsettling sounds. ]

[allomantic]

...What is it?

✉️ MAIL (W1)

[mygod]

[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked, so hopefully none of you got duplicates or this'll be awkward. However, those who put in an order should know what they asked for—and they will be the only ones able to take their respective item from the pile. They include:

- One (1) wood whittling chisel.
- One (1) portable battery bank that comes with a cord.
- One (1) scent dropper. The scent is bergamot.
- One (1) sealed jar of assorted, unidentifiable chemicals.
- Three (3) electric lanterns and two (2) handheld flashlights.
- One (1) labeled bottle of glue.

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya! ]

[haematocritical]

[ yoinking the scent dropper and leaving. ]

w1, THURSDAY

[ablazement]

[sometime during the day on thursday there is a note for the mortuary gang:]

Hey - whoever asked for the chisel, could I borrow it for a bit? I'll give it back, promise, just want to try something.

- Karlach

[allomantic]

[there's a note back later!]

What's mine is yours. - Vin

[ablazement]

[YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE BIGGEST HUG IN THE UNIVERSE NEXT TIME SHE SEES YOU]