Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Morrigan and Mark
Where: Out and About, Ann Arbor
When: 6:45 PM
What: A Date

( as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren. )

Who: Torque, T and Lux
Where: T's House/The Dollhouse
When: 8 pm or so
What: Getting T a Lap Dance

They weren't giving T much warning, but then again, they weren't giving T the chance to back off and tell them that they weren't dragging him any place. As much as Torque respected the old man, and he did, a great deal, he was certain that his CO (former or not, he would likely always be Torque's Commanding Officer to his mind) really could use some female attention. Then again, what man couldn't?

Well, some might want male attention, but to each their own.

He knocked on the man's front door again, "Come on, T, I know you're home." His words were mostly said to the door itself, and only half grumbled, he was in too good a mood to be genuinely agitated just then.

Who: Zoë, Joshua (T) and Hap
Where: T's House
When: Morning
What: Ghostly Shenanigans

( Doesn't Mean I'm Sorry )

Who: Torque, Patience (NPC) and Sadie
When: Early Evening
Where: Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour Restaurant
What: Hell if Torque knows

It was only thanks to Patience's latching onto his idea of ice cream that Torque didn't scoop up his toddler niece and back out of the ice cream parlor slowly. It was an interesting place, but certainly not one that he would have thought to go and stay in on his own. The parlor just seemed the best place to meet up again with the teenager who was a prospective sitter for Patience, without him seeming like a creeper.

Fresh from a day of play at the Weiss's, with the little werewolf Mayze, Patience was unusually bright and wanting to be out among other people. Despite Torque's misgivings on the ice cream parlor, likely feeling the role of 'Mister Mom' that he had certainly never envisioned himself in, her wont for the offer of ice cream that he had made now made it impossible to rescind it. When his step did falter with the wider-than-usual expression in taking in the old-timey feel of the place, she tugged on his fingers with a quiet and imploring, "Unca De'con" that he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, Munchkin, okay," just get them something to go, or just a small bowl of ice cream at the counter for Patience and some kind of sundae thing for himself. The booths were too much for him to handle, most of him already pining for biker bars and crazy antics, a world away from such bright, cheery, family-friendly environs. The guy in the biker boots with part of his tattoo visible from wrist to where it disappeared under his shirt sleeve at his bicep, he didn't belong here. The three year old girl at his side, in her prettily patterned dress, she fit perfectly.

Who: Adam and Marlowe
Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park
When: 9:30am


( If you have less then ten I'm going to be very disappointed )

Who: Kat, Otter and Oz + Mrs. Snow (NPC)
Where: River by Snow home
When: Reeeaaaally late, like 11:40 p.m.
What: Runaway pengu-girl needs a place to crash, even if they do rat her out. Mothers *shakes head*

( Nothing left to lose, nothing takes your place. )

who: Ella, Sean and Seanna (NPC)
when: 6:30-ish pm onward into the evening
where: Ella's house, Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour and Restaurant and Ella's house again.

( The Space Between... )

Who: Sawyer and Skylar
When: Late
Where: Skylar's house



( First she was hurt, then the hurt turned to anger and the anger into a hybrid of both corresponding emotions and then she'd just hung up on him. )

Who: Karine and Whisper
Where: Charlton Mansion
When: Very late evening

( In the top of your dresser drawer. )

who: Haylee and Trip
when: Evening
where: The Owl's Nest, Trip's vehicle, Haylee's house
what: Trip's high and Haylee is not impressed.

( See... if I was high I would have missed your nose and poked you in the eye... I'm fine. )

who: Fortun and Alanna
when: evening, so dusk-ish
where: a random park in SO

( I've met people in weirder ways. )

Who: Alanna and Kiley
Where: Sarah's Place
When: 12:30 p.m.

Weird day? Definitely. Getting woken up by a crying Roxy of all people and being informed that hey, she is a lesbian dating a fairy tale creature and needs a place to crash because her family freaked... yeah. Alanna was sure that today could be chalked right up there as one of the most unexpected days of her life. Luckily Roxy had calmed down enough that Alanna could make her lunch date with Kiley. Which was good because there were things going on with the other redhead that Alanna needed to know about.

Oh god, the were thought as she slipped into a booth and ordered a large Coke. What if she springs on me that she's not really a guy named Kevin I totally can't handle that! Her mind played that out and she realized that at this point she would pretty much be unable to do anything other than laugh hysterically if something like that came up. Not because she was mean or anything but because that would seriously tip her too-much scale to 'full'. "Kiley!" Alanna called when she saw the familiar face walk in, raising one hand to wave her over. "Way glad to see you remembered too. No lie, I almost forgot. Totally been one of those mornings."

Who: Naoki, Snowball (NPC), and Misao in writing (NPC)
Where: Kennedy household
When: Evening

( The boy never grows older. )

Who: Quentin and Roxy
Where: Quentin's apartment
When: 8:30pm

Roxy was pissed. Sure, she was depressed as hell earlier, but right then? She was pissed. Not only had her girlfriend been screwed over by her ex-girlfriend and not only had Roxy herself been exiled from her home, now she had her right wing man, Quentin, lose his own girlfriend. Apparently when it rained, it fucking poured, because this was the day from hell in Roxy's eyes. Though she couldn't just let Quentin wallow in his misery by himself. She had to be there for her friend no matter what, and she definitely owed him after the bullshit she dragged him through.

After convincing Alanna that she wasn't going to drive herself off a cliff, she headed on out, boxes of tissues, ice cream, and her field hockey stick in hand. Why her field hockey stick? Well, she wasn't quite sure what to expect when Quentin mentioned that stuff was flying around in his home, but if something was going to come at her, then she'd have good ol' Lucky by her side. Yes, her blue field hockey stick had a name. Deserved it seeing it was the same stick she used to bash K-lee in the face with.

The drive over to Quentin's sucked hardcore. Roxy had never been to jittery and anxious while driving. It was all thanks to a mixture of her emotions and absolutely loathing being by herself. The fact that she was no longer with her colony only added onto it. Eventually she reached his place and briskly slipped on out, all her belongings in hand while heading to his front door. At first she knocked, but no response there. Sighing hard, she then realized that his front door was indeed opened. "Fucking douchebag is probably too drunk to realize he left it unlocked," Roxy mumbled to herself while slowly cracking it open. "Quentin? You there, buddy? I got- OH. MY. GOD." When he said shit was flying around in his house? Yeah, the psychic wasn't joking.

Who: Zoë and Kristen
Where: Kristen's Home
When: Evening
What: Playing with Psychics

Given how open Zoë's schedule was, or could be, and the fact that she had already pressed a flower in each of Mister Alphabet's books, she decided to spend her evening investigating. She could not very well write in a notebook while wearing a fedora, like the newspaper reporter she had thought to be, when she would grow up. When she thought she would grow up. She could not write in a notebook, and she did not have a fedora, but she could still investigate.

After fifty or so years, she had mostly accepted what she now was. When she remembered.

Today it was a house she knew a little girl, like herself, lived in. She had been curious, naturally, and wanted to at least peek in on her.

Who: Oz and Rowan
Where: Football field
When: Evening

Waking up to the sun going down was a bit of a surprise. Wow, I didn't mean to sleep that long, Oz thought as he yawned and stretched out. Going home probably would have been a better call but hey, he had no problems whatsoever with relaxing on the field. No one had come by to bother him after all. Sitting up he rubbed at his eyes, feeling lonely for a moment as he realized that he was totally alone. Now what was it that he had meant to do that day? He had hung out with Madock and showed the puppy that he was still faster... oh! Rowan!

Grinning, Oz shifted and pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket and dialed before holding it up to his ear. "Roooooowan," he crooned when she answered, grinning like an idiot as he relaxed back down onto the ground. "How's my favorite outcast? Come play some football with me or something! I miss you so terribly you don't even understand, it's awful." He was trying not to laugh. Yeah, he wanted to hang out with her but he was exaggerating just the slightly. It was in his nature and Rowan should know that, or at least suspect like some girls never seemed to manage.

Who: Bartleby and Kiara
When: Midnight
Where: Room 1106 at the Liberty Inn

Following the instructions that his curt little teacher had given him, Bartleby rapped on the door to the room lightly. Under one arm he'd actually had his old messenger bag from school containing a spiral notebook, several sharpened pencils, and of course a pencil sharpener. He was humming, he hadn't had a good hum in several hours and figured now was as good a time as any. He'd had quite the busy day so far, what with burying a body earlier on today. It felt good to be out of the office though, it was feeling a bit stuffy. It always felt a bit stuffy when it was filled with mourners.

Nothing could stop Bartleby's face from producing a grin going ear to ear though, he was going to have a positively delightful lesson with this viper and then finish up the evening with a nice period of practical application. Oh my would he need a nap tomorrow, that was for sure. Still humming he rocked back and forth on his heels, like an eager little schoolboy. Only instead of arithmetic it'd be how to use a person's life essence to empower destructive magics. Oh well, any math student'd tell you it was six in one, half a dozen in the other.

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
Where: Saoirse's house
When: Around three in the afternoon

When Grayson said he always had time for Saoirse, he wasn't kidding. Not even for the fact that Azraelan vampires didn't sleep, which naturally added more time to anyone's life, but he'd meant what he said about always being there for her. Grayson considered Saoirse to be a close friend, regardless of the fact that they'd been sired into the same house, and he'd been worked about her since picking her up a few days prior. Grayson could keep his curiosity at bay for a while, but he did want answers eventually.

Talking with Liliya the day before about what happened to Amanda Blake didn't make him feel any better. Though he doubted Saoirse's troubles were in some way related to the attack, he didn't know that for a fact. The last thing he wanted to see was a friend hurt again, by another vampire, or by a hunter, or anyone.

For now, though, Grayson decided to keep those thoughts to himself as he pulled up to the home Saoirse lived in. Since he wasn't going to Heme for the night just yet, he was dressed more casually than most usually saw him - nice dark jeans and a simple black button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He took off his sunglasses as he went inside, unwilling to spend more time in the sun than he had to, at the moment; he forgot to have a bit of fae blood before leaving his condo. Giving an easy smile to the first vampire he encountered as he started to head up the stairs to Saoirse's attic room, he said, "Nothing to worry about, I'm just stopping by to see Seer." And that was all anyone really needed to know about why he was there.

( Cue the warm fuzzies. Eventually. )

Who: Neil, Abri (NPC) and Morrigan
Where: University of Michigan Hospital
When: about 8:00am
What: Medical attention

( You are remarkably cavalier considering there is a pack of angry mafia vampires after you. I believe I shall chalk it up to your being functionally retarded. )

Who: Trigger (solo)
Where: Various places about Scarlet Oak
When: All day.
What: Trigger stalking Liliya and eating foods.

( This fang is the most neurotic ball of OCD that ever got bit, bled, and made to walk the earth for all eternity… and this sandwich is fucking delicious. )