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Jan. 4th, 2018 09:44 am
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Who: Dominique DiPierro and YOU
What: The new god of Law and Justice gets to work
Where: The Temple of Law and Justice and around Vernos Bay
When: Anytime in the first week after Dom claims the throne of Law and Justice

For the first day, it doesn't seem like much is different in Vernos Bay. But soon men and women start reporting for duty at police stations. Lawyers open their offices. Judges—the priest of Law—discover formal regalia that they'd forgotten they owned. Clerks set up shop in the Temple—the highest court in the land, as it turns out, sort of like Vernos Bay's equivalent of the Supreme Court or the Old Bailey (both of which buildings it vaguely resembles, Dom thinks).

Dom surprises herself a little. She turns out to be a fussy, hands-on sort, talking to everyone she can, learning about the way things used to run around here before the old gods disappeared. There's a lot of gaps. Rules and regulations that have fallen by the wayside, records and texts that need to be recovered from the dusty shelves and file drawers of the Temple. So she spends her week everywhere—in the Temple, at this or that police station, visiting a courthouse. You might see her there—or you might just see her about in the street, trying to get a decent cup of coffee or a sandwich.

As always, her clothes and hair and makeup are on point. Still, she looks a little tired and a lot driven—and also, weirdly perhaps, kind of happy.

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Jan. 2nd, 2018 10:09 am
zombology: (Panicky)
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Who: Open to all characters.
When: Time really has no meaning right now, does it?
Where: Ariston Nikas' brownstone.
Other information: Feel free to start your own threads in the house or elsewhere.


People may have arrived here because Nikas himself found them wandering the street and, realizing that there has been an influx of new kidnapping victims, began gathering them and leading them to the safe haven of his home. Others may have arrived because one of the kinder natives saw them and told them where to find "the physician". Maybe they already knew him, having been in Vernos Bay for some time already.

Whatever the case, Nikas now stands in a sparsely-appointed sitting room, looking for all the world like he would very much like to bolt for somewhere less occupied. Beside him on a console table is a line of mobile phones, along with maps of the city. For the past twenty minutes, he has been trying to calmly explain the situation without mentioning that anyone in the room could choose to become a god.

He doesn't want to mention that part. Oh, he explains that the gods are gone and nothing works, but he doesn't dare tell these people - these strangers - that they can claim the empty thrones.

That would be disastrous. No, he skips over that part.

Gone rather paler than normal, he draws a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his forehead. "I would refrain from bringing our plight to the natives of Vernos Bay. They have reacted poorly in the past. I have these - these mobile phones. Someone like us has done the work to make them secure lines so that we can use them to contact one another."

A beat passes and he adds, "It would be very helpful if - if I needn't do this next time people like us arrive here. If someone else could..."

That would appear to be all that he can manage. He licks his lips, eyes flickering from face to face...then he bolts from the room, the sound of his footsteps thumping up the stairs causing the phones to vibrate along the table. Someone else is going to have to handle answering questions for a while, it would appear.
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