Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Thomas (solo)
Where: Dream/His Place
When: Too damn early in the morning
What: A flashback mixed with a nightmare

Who: Austin, Saundra, and Grace (NPC)
Where: Community Park
When: Noontime

( And it's that color that never fails to make me blue. )

Who: Helene, Zena, some menfolks (NPCs), Dex and Mark
Where: A bar
When: After this
What: Operation Get Helene Laid Part 2

Now that she had her ho clothes, as Zena kept calling them on and they found their way into a bar, after receiving many appreciative looks on the way in, Helene was standing at the bar, looking expectantly at her friend. "Now what?" she asked, amused smile on her face. This was, after all, Zena's night and her plan so it left to reason she knew what came next. It wasn't that Helene was completely helpless. Currently, she was leaning against the bar in a way that accented the curves shown off by the skirt and her shoulders thanks to the halter top.

She inclined her head, knowing Zena knew she was aware of her body. On the way over, they had listened to music that pumped her up a little, getting her ready for a night out. And she seriously hoped a night that would end in the release of some sexual frustration. That was seriously a must.

Who: Mihai and Alanna
Where: UofM campus
When: around 9:30 pm

Who: Gabe and Trip
Where: The car - Trip's house to the park
When: Afternoon

As he only had a couple of days before he started working, Gabe wanted to make the best of them. With Clarissa at work, he decided to stop by Trip's house and see what he was up to, if he could talk him into playing video games or out onto the basketball court. Unless he was busy with a girl, Gabe was willing to bet he could succeed. Parking out in front of his house, he hurried up the front walk and rang the doorbell. If he wasn't home, he'd text him to see where he was and what he was up to.

( It's time I got back to the good life... )

Who: Nic and Saoirse
When: 4 AMish
Where: Nic's dream. No, seriously.

Dreamwalking was a tricky thing. Well. Kind of. In practice, it was actually a very easy thing. What was tricky was that Saoirse still knew very little about how it actually worked - simply that it did work.

She had never tried to reach the dreams of anyone in particular. When she did use the ability, she just wandered aimlessly. But Nic had once told her to try, and tonight, that was what she was doing. She waited until a late hour, where there was probably a higher chance he'd be asleep, and settled comfortably in a corner in her attic, sending her presence away from her body, away from this realm, focusing on the thought of Nic as an anchor.

( Woo! It worked! )

Who: Quentin James and Roxy Diaz
Where: Phonelines - their respective homes
When: Laaaaaaate night, after this text convo
What: Interesting texts lead to an equally interesting phone call



( Quentin would never claim to be knowledgeable in the fine art that was understanding women. )

Who: Angel and Linnea
Where: Owl's Nest
When: 8pm
Warning: Um, yeah...NSFW

( click here for fun times! )

Who: Adelle and an unfortunate NPC
Where: Belle Isle, Detroit
When: 3AM
Warning: Gruesome murder

It finally snapped into her mind. She was dying. So maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world, but she wasn't very good at this. She wasn't very good at killing people. At least this time she wouldn't need Miranda to patch her up, maybe just somebody to help her get all this water out of her lungs. Adelle kicked him again for good measure, and when he tore her dress the only thing keeping him from the cold depths was a scrap of fabric. Somehow, she didn't think it was going to help him much. The small girl swam up, up, up, until her head broke the surface. Her lungs felt like they were burning as she drank in the sweet, cool air. At this rate she was going to have to buy a firearm and just end them point blank to get her jollies.

( But she loved being physical with them. )

Who: Uli
When: 4PM
Where: The Donovan Residence

Uli’s days at work were never anything stressful, but for the first time in a couple of weeks she was feeling a little out of it, which was odd considering who she was. Graham would describe her as his weird little sister, her parents as an odd child, her coworkers as the silent one who got things done. Today she’d stumbled her way around, handed the wrong papers to the wrong people, and gotten things backwards the entire day. She’d gone home early, promising to get her work done the next day. The drive hadn’t even comforted her, and the couple of jazz albums she actually owned usually did something to quell any unruly feelings she had or picked up during the day.

( When you don't wanna wake up, everything is f-- )

Who: Adara and Calista
Where: Their house
When: 11pm

( Won't take my eyes off the ball again. You reel me out and you cut the string. )

Who: Calista Kosko and Quentin James
Where: Calista's new place, of course!
When: Late afternoon
What: Seeing the new digs and hanging out :D




( Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it. We've yet to crash, but we can might as well tow it. )

Who: Annette and Hap
When: 7:00 p.m.ish
Where: Grocery store

( I think I just found out where she gets all her mid-morning energy. )

Who: Charlene and Morrigan
When: Morning
Where: UoM Hospital

Watching the television and all the shows that it had was good and all, but it was not keeping Charlene very happy. She knew that today was the day that she got to get out which meant that Roxy was coming... only she had to wait. She was okay at waiting. Sometimes. But not when she had been in a completely new environment on her own because she had been shot and had no idea what had happened to her sister. Maybe nothing... but maybe something had. Charlene's mind, when not fuzzy from the drugs in her system or the new information or random conversation, was practically tortured with the not knowing. And she could not have asked Roxy to check because, well... obviously the two did not like each other.

And since it was her last day it seemed like even more people were stopping by for no reason other than to see her. Oh they made up excuses, but Charlene could tell the difference between the ones who had real reasons and the ones who made them up. She was getting rather good at that and sent some young doctor who liked her tail way too much out of the room quicker than he had come. She was still smirking over that - it wasn't like she would have actually bit him - as she relaxed back.

Who: Amelia and Ben
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Phone

It had been nearly a week since the demon attacked Amelia and Ben. Since then Amelia's life had been a bit of a whirlwind. She had to deal with the authorities, the school protective logistics and parents of students. Any parent who pulled their student out of school for safety reasons were not to be penalized, Amelia had decided. This was a scary time and she couldn't blame a parent at all. On top of all that Amelia was planning on disclosing her health issues to school staff as she'd had larger chemo doses over the weekend. She wasn't sure how much time it would take to recover but her doctor made it clear that he felt her job was far too stressful. A leave of absence would be needed. At least until the fall term started.

( Amelia's personal life wasn't doing so hot either. )

Who: Garrick Evans and Bartleby McGruder... sort of
When: Not long after nightfall
Where: Outside of the Old English Armory to start
What: A business deal of sorts




( It was nothing any other business owner wouldn't do... but then again, no one else was quite like Garrick Evans. )

Who: Angel and Aurora
When: Morning
Where: Random street --> randomly equal coffee shop

( Please stay for awhile now. )

Who: Gavin Maher
Where: Stationary store, Starbucks
When: July 1st / 2009 - Mid Afternoon

Gavin walked out of the stationary store with a bag. Not just a small one either. One of decent size. Gavin liked bags of decent size. Mostly because he felt a bit silly carrying a tiny one around when the item inside could merely have been placed in to his pocket without the fuss or the pollution to the world. However today his purchase warranted a bag, a paper one (never plastic for Gavin, and 100 percent recycled if he could) and he carried it under his arm as he made his way across the street to the town's Starbucks. Heading in, he opened the door for an older lady on her way out, and she was happy to have the help.

Gavin got himself a blended green tea (he didn't drink coffee after all, his body was a temple and all that) and sat down at one of the more comfortable, cushy seats near the window. The cool air that the air conditioner provided was welcome from the humidity of the day. You felt like you had just taken an unnaturally warm bath when you merely stepped outside. He looked around before putting his brief case down and crossing his foot over his knee, taking a few sips of his drink before pulling out of the bag, his new journal.

After removing the plastic, he tugged a pen out of his bag and sat, quietly, thinking before he opened up his book and began to ( write. )

Gavin let the ink dry on the page, closed the journal, and set back in the chair, sipping at his drink. It was a good day.

Who: Roxy and her mom, Linda (NPC)
Where: The Diaz household
When: Night time

( Making mama so proud, but your voice was so loud )

Who: Adam and Ross
Where: At campus, then to Panera!
When: Noonish

Whoever thought Facebook was the devil was probably living under a rock in the bible belt south or something and was rotting of old age. Ok, maybe not exactly that, but close enough. Ross wasn't an avid user of the site, but he was happy he checked it right after his first class to spot that Adam was doing absolutely nothing until 5pm or so. What a coincidence, Ross wasn't doing much until the next class either. That meant some chow was in order for the two of them, but this time they were off-roading and going to a new location for lunch. Besides, the cafeteria got old after awhile.

Ross was waiting in the parking lot, flipping through his iPhone to catch up one some emails from The Times. They needed him - like, holy crap get your ass out her NAO needed him - to be out that Friday night for some important exhibit that was opening in MoMa and needed Ross specifically to be there in order to critique the piece. Apparently the interns weren't doing a good enough job while he was away or something. He had been struggling to leave Saturday morning so he could meet up with Hap and his kids for some good times on the Fourth, and it seemed like his boss was finally, yet reluctantly giving in. "Haha! Sweet victory is mine!" Ross tossed his hands up in the air, rather excited about his accomplishment, even if it meant receiving a few strange looks from students passing by in the parking lot.