#City of Nola

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We are beyond excited to announce that everyone's favorite Detective Inspector, Nathan Page, will be joining us in New Orleans this July - in person! - for Miss Fisher Con 2024!

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[nashvillethotchicken]

"Lestat would get woken up by the macarena" "No he'd get waken up by dubstep" "No he'd get waken up by Call Me Maybe" You fool's. You absolute fools. Lestat is buried/out in the dump of New Orleans, a city that's 60 percent black. He's getting woken up by Back That Azz Up by Juvenile

[little-shop-of-nola]

New Orleans City Park’s Botanical Garden’s succulent greenhouse 🪴💚🌿

[mamawasatesttube]

38 for the dialogue prompt… maybe with some bart and kon?

also prompted by an anon!

38. "I'm going to be sick."

There are upsides to getting sent to New Orleans to deal with a surprise villain attack, starring Metallo. Like the pecan pralines from this one shop near the French Quarter that Wally has never shut up about since Bart's known him. Or the cajun fries. Or the beignets.

There are also downsides. Like the heat and the humidity. Seriously, how does anyone live down here? Running interference, and then helping with cleanup, has never been sweatier. Why'd that asshole have to damage so many buildings, anyway?

At least Café du Monde is still intact. Rob promised he'd buy everyone beignets and coffee when everything's settled, and Bart's gonna hold him to that.

...Except that right now, he kinda doesn't want to eat. Probably 'cuz it's so hot out. But it is kinda weird to not be hungry after a big battle.

Oh well. Shit needs doing, so shit's gotta get done, and Bart's gonna be a shit-doer. He chugs some tepid water from the bottle at his hip, grimaces as nausea pulses through his stomach, and starts to run again.

Five minutes later, his legs give out.

It comes as a shock: one moment he's moving some debris to free a couple trapped cars in an alleyway, and the next, his leg cramps up so bad that for a second he swears he's just gotten shot again, and he goes crashing to the ground before he even realizes he's falling.

What the fuck?!

Sweaty, exhausted, nauseous, in pain, and miserable, Bart gives up. Something's wrong, but he can't figure out what. Someone else can handle that; he digs his thumbs into the meat of his calf and whines, "Kooooon..."

A whoosh of air and a red, blue, and black blur drop out of the sky almost instantly. Kon, damn his Kryptonian genes, isn't sweating at all; his cyan gaze pierces right through Bart as he drops to his knees next to him. "Imp! What's the matter?"

Bart groans, stomach churning. His leg still hurts like a bitch. "I think," he says, "I'm gonna be sick." He whines again.

Kon's eyes widen. He reaches for Bart's shoulders to help him sit up, then hisses. "Shit, dude, you're burning up! Have you had any water?"

Bart nods miserably. Now why the hell is he shivering? That seems wrong. Uuugghhh, he's so nauseous. "Jus' a minute ago. Made me feel more sick. I don't think water's supposed to do that. It's just so fucking hoooot..."

"Oh, man. Okay. I think you're overheating, buddy." Kon exhales slowly; the air he blows out over Bart's face is blessedly cool, and Bart almost topples over from his precarious sitting position just trying to lean further into it. "Yup, okay. Gotta get you somewhere cooler."

"But... the cleanup," Bart balks.

"Dude." Kon gives him a disappointed look—aw, beans, that's his disappointed Ma Kent look. Bart would squirm under his gaze, if he wasn't so close to puking. "It's, like, literally a hundred and ten degrees out, and super humid, and you've always run hot even without strenuous shit like a villain fight. Muscle cramps? Nausea? Feeling faint? Classic symptoms of heat exhaustion."

As he speaks, he gathers Bart up in his arms; Bart whines again, just to reiterate that this sucks balls, but then a tendril of TTK works its way along his cramping leg and presses in against his aching muscle just right, and he shuts up instantly. Fuuuck, that feels good.

"What are you?" he mumbles, a full second or two late. "WebMD? Why do you know all that off the top of your head?"

Kon snorts. He blows cool air against Bart's sticky forehead again, rising into the air in a smooth arc (Bart appreciates that, because neither of them would have a good time if he emptied his stomach all over them both mid-flight). "Imp, c'mon. They programmed field medicine into my head back in the tube, man."

"Oh." Bart huffs. "That makes sense." He lets his head loll against Kon's shoulder as Kon picks up speed; the Mississippi River sparkles in the sun far below. "Where're we going?"

"Back to base," Kon answers. The air up here is cooler; Bart sighs in relief. "You're gonna sit in a cool shower, and I'm getting you some Gatorade."

Kon's always so good at taking care of him, Bart thinks. His leg already feels way better. Of course, he can't just say that normally. "Okay, mom."

Kon scoffs. "Excuse me for being a good friend who worries about you!"

"You're excused," Bart assures him, closing his eyes.

For a few moments, the whistling of the wind is the only sound. Then Bart heaves a massive sigh.

"Hey, Kon?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"I still want beignets later. Can you make sure Rob remembers?"

Kon's rumble of laughter reverberates through his chest as the clouds pass them by. "Yeah, Imp," he promises. "I'll be sure to let him know."

[ourladyofomega]

📸 source: FB

[shutterandsentence]

What kind of mysteries lurk behind these doors?

Photo: New Orleans, Louisiana

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @levarburton #levarburton #actor #director #LaForge #startrek #thenextgeneration #voyager #generations #firstcontact #insurrection #nemesis #startrekpicard #readingrainbow #roots #ncisnola #Transformers #RescueBots #WeirdCity #NancyDrew #Leverage #Redemption #bhm   

[crescentcitybynight]

// Este pasado sábado dirigí la cuarta sesión de Morte Ascendō, la introducción del pj Lasombra de mi buen amigo Carlos en la Crónica de V5 "Crescent City By Night" que llevo en marcha.

En esta ocasión el trío de Lasombra, Carlos de Montedemo, el Padre Manuel de Mendoza y Manuel de Montedemo, en compañía del heredero y ghoul del primero Miguel de Montedemo, fueron en busca de la Primogénita Nosferatu Diana Selene para intentar averiguar el posible paradero del enigmático y peligroso "Hombre de Negro", un Matusalén Lasombra que podría ser parte de su familia...

El escudo de la provincia de Toledo (España) en la Plaza de España de Nueva Orleans.

Acudieron a la Plaza de España, donde se suponía que a través de los gatos callejeros podrían contactar con ella. Tras un intento de engaño por parte de Diana, adoptando la forma de una corredora a la que habían intentado asaltar en el cercano parque, se descubrió ante ellos y les recriminó entre otras cosas que hubieran dejado con vida a uno de los Sabbat la noche anterior.

Diana Selene "ofuscada" como corredora.

Hablaron sobre el 'Hombre de Negro' largo y tendido, comentando todo lo que ella había llegado a averiguar mediante su red de espionaje a lo largo de la ciudad... pero no consiguieron localizar su ubicación en Nueva Orleans por el momento.

Diana Selene, Primogénita Nosferatu, Señora de los Secretos de la Corte de Nueva Orleans.

Se despidieron de ella y decidieron acudir a preguntar a un Hecata, Antonio Rossellini, un criminal que entre otras cosas vendía información sobre Cainitas. Solía ser asiduo de un club para adultos cerca de Canal Street, "The Diamond's Club".

Se dirigieron en coche hasta allí con la intención de entrar.

Continuará...

[localwench]

NOLA photo dump !!!

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[adventuressclubamericas]

For more than 150 years, Rex has reigned as New Orleans' King of Carnival. Many of the holiday's traditions - including the signature colors of purple, gold and green - originated with this super krewe. While many krewes now toss doubloons, Rex was the first, and they remain their signature throw to this day. Their parade - 440 riders and 26 exquisite floats - works its way throughout the city, and is seen by many as the culmination of Mardi Gras.

To learn more about the Rex Organization, also known as the School of Design, visit 

[nashvillethotchicken]

I wish there were more black people who were into iwtv so I can talk about how Louis's class and race interests intersected

[spockbisexual]

sam’s stupid scrunchie and their matching shoes and jackets im so obsessed with them 😭

[isa-ah]

I might do silly pen doodles on the hotel notepad for like $5 I'm running out of road money and we have a whole nother day of the trip lolol