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Sep. 2nd, 2026 03:24 pm
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[personal profile] nevegallus posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
There's a missing singer.

Neve had been just finishing up another case when a young woman approached her with details of her missing friend. Vivian Le Blanc is a singer for Lily's Rest, a hole in the wall lounge with big aspirations. Le Blanc's friend, the one who hired Neve, hasn't seen her in four days. That's a problem, and not only because she waited so long to come to Neve about it.

Being a Darrow native, it's likely that Le Blanc hasn't disappeared, and so Neve isn't worried about that. Which means something a little more nefarious is afoot.

Sure, it could be innocent. There's a shot that Le Blanc is sick and can't sing so she's hiding away — or wants some space for some other reason. But Neve doubts it, and if she treats it like that's a real possibility without first finding evidence to suggest it could be true, then she might miss the real evidence.

cut for length )

Neve isn't a singer. She's a detective. If she'd wanted to be a singer, well. She would have been disappointed in that career path. But she'd shown up under too short notice for the owner to test her skill — which had broadly been the point — and so now he gets to hear every dropped note firsthand. But she isn't here to launch a singing career.

She's here to catch a kidnapper, and hopefully stop a murder.

[ Neve's singing debut! Jk jk. Neve is an absolutely terrible singer (bc I said so), but she fully knows it and isn't embarrassed by it. It's time for some detective work! If you know Neve, be the person she called for backup! Or if you don't, be a patron of the club and witness the scene about to unfold! If you'd rather, you could also bump into her earlier in the afternoon while she's dress shopping and help her find something that'll work for a ""fancy"" lounge singer! Set largely to after dark, and open to all forever and ever. ]

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Aug. 31st, 2026 06:01 pm
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[personal profile] speakordie posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
Late July, 2026:


“I had a really bad day and I’d like to suck your dick,” I tell him plainly. “If you’re amenable.”

Eons pass in the time it takes for Oliver to close his fucking book, and he manages to look infuriatingly sexy through it all.



Elio has a bad day. Oliver makes it better. He's good at that.


[ HERE | ongoing | extra adult ]

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Aug. 31st, 2026 07:23 pm
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[personal profile] auctionofinnocence posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
Late Oct 2025:
So it would have been with a rather subdued air that she actually crossed the threshold, except that the dogs heard her voice through the back door and are waiting to swarm her with a great deal of whining, tail wagging, and shoving her about with their noses. "Yes, yes," she says as Cú winds around the back of her legs and Sadie actually heaves herself up to put her paws on Greta's shoulders and sniff at her chin. "Oh, for goodness' sake. I'm all right, I promise."

Greta depetrifies following the conclusion of Macha’s stay in Darrow, and Regan and Lari are there to take care of her in their respective ways.

[ HERE | ongoing | light angst ]

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Aug. 31st, 2026 09:10 pm
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21st August, 2026:


She isn't entirely sure where she stands with him. Sometimes, it almost feels like he's flirting with her, but then he'll shut it off completely, which...weird. Still, he's pretty and nice and she likes talking to him. Which goes a long way.

A girl named Galaxy has coffee with an astronaut.

[ HERE | ongoing | none ]

[meme] Truth Potion

Aug. 31st, 2026 01:10 pm
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[personal profile] citycouncil posting in [community profile] cityarcade
Your pup has just ingested a large quantity of truth potion. Any questions asked of them they have to answer truthfully, whether they want to or not! There's absolutely no way around it.

Tag in your pup's name, and others will ask them questions. Nothing is off the table!

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Aug. 31st, 2026 08:35 pm
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[personal profile] gallowseyes posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
9th August, 2026:


The air feels heavy, beading up on Lee's skin to mix with the sweat breaking as he unloads the truck. There's a storm coming, maybe. But it's a long ways off yet. They've got time.

In summer, George and Lee spend time at their favourite hiding spot.


[ HERE | ONGOING | ADULT ]



30th August, 2026:


He could just be looking for a quiet night in, but the way he so deliberately knelt at Lee's feet is a tell that he's looking for something specific. It's been a while, and Lee can't help the spark he feels low in his gut. It means so much that George trusts him like this, that when everything feels like too much he can find solace and safety in Lee. It feels like a miracle.

Sometimes, George needs some help living in the moder world.


[ HERE | ONGOING | ADULT ]

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Aug. 31st, 2026 08:19 pm
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[personal profile] allthelifethereis posting in [community profile] thecityneversleeps
He thinks he's dreaming, at first. He's sitting outside a cafe, working on a chapter for the new novel, the one inspired by Derry, and he's having trouble with a scene that's about this version of George, this boy in a yellow coat in the rain, and he looks up, and there it is: a red balloon, right above a storm drain, bobbing in the wind.

It should be innocent, and he knows that. It's been lost by a child, the weight on the end of its string holding it in place, and the drain is just a drain, and there's nothing lurking underneath. He knows that. He knows it.

He has dreams just like this, is the thing.

His stomach lurches sickly. He looks away and looks back, in case that'll do it -- reset the world somehow. But it doesn't. It's still there.

He stands up so abruptly that his chair clatters backwards. He's not so naive as to think that there's nothing here that can hurt him -- he's been in Darrow too long for that -- but he does know that a balloon won't. It can't.

He walks over to sit, taking it by the screen and yanking it closer towards him before he stabs it with his pen. The bang it makes when it pops seems unnaturally loud, even with the sound of the city behind it.

"Fuck you," snaps Bill, standing with the rags of the balloon hanging from it's string. He's not sure what to do with it now.

ooc: Bill is having a small existenial crisis. Feel free to have your pup happen along at any point.

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