Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Leif (and Miakoda and NPCed workmen)
Where: Leif's new, not entirely humble abode.
When: Noon

( Don't you know everyone plays? )

Who: Karine and Whisper
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: Late evening

Such a quaint little town with quaint little customs. Whisper was intrigued by the idea of this Berry Days festival and so, after making sure that she was caught up on everything, the designed had sulked at Karine until she agreed to take her. And so there they were in the middle of this gathering of humans and other supernaturals. None of the food items held any appeal - indeed, Whisper curled her nose at the sight of some of them, wondering when they had dreamed up that cotton candy thing and why anyone would eat it, and she watched with an odd fascination as a child stuffed a handful of it into their mouth. Giving a bit of a shudder she reached out and wound her arm around Karine's with a smile.

"Do you know what it is that they're celebrating?" Whisper asked her sire. It was nice to be able to just be with Karine without being upset with her. The nice inbetween time before she felt the need to go running off again, making sure that Karine's devotion was as strong as when she had just been turned. "The Fourth I understand, but this... it seems to only be in the area." Perhaps she should have had Tilly tell her about it before she left the house after all. And while she was at it, perhaps she should have remembered to drink something because with all of these humans around it was becoming quite tempting to slid one off into a darker area and take a bite. Or ten. She would even be nice and share with Karine. No, I can wait a little longer. Perhaps.

Who: Bia, Jadyn, and Cecil (NPC)
Where: Aeaea
When: Noontime

There were a variety of reasons why Jadyn wished she was back on the east coast, primarily because of the ocean, but also because of the little magic shop her aunt owned. Sure, it wasn’t the best paying thing in the world, but Jadyn loved working there and sadly there wasn’t anything like that when she initially moved out to Michigan. Most people just laughed at her when she asked around and... well, that never ended well for anyone. She constantly reminded herself she was out there for Cecil, who was no staying over at her place for the week, and the tiny blonde always brought a smile to her face. Didn’t matter what kind of shit was going on in her life; Cecil did a good job at cheering up mommy. The only thing that cheered Jadyn up some more was the fact that there was now officially a magic shop in town. None of this wanna-be bullshit. Or at least she didn’t think so. She had been meaning to go and visit it for what felt like forever, but her anxiety always got the best of her. What if it wasn’t the real thing and the people there laughed at her? It took a while to bite the bullet, but with her son in tow, he boosted her confidence even more.

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Who: Odette and Liev
Where: House of Interest
What: Once again, hello.

The shop continued to smell of dust and old things and even Odette’s French perfume couldn’t help it. Turning the last page of her book, Odette stood to begin closing her little shop. Business was slow, but she hadn’t really expected any customers. She flexed the fingers she had bruised and nearly broken from a few nights before and scowled when she remembered the news she had heard earlier today. The point was to frame werewolves, not turn the entire world on the fact that there were vampires who could shapeshift. She personally had no need or desire to be hunted, thank you very much (not that she wasn’t already being hunted for being a vampire to begin with, but she ignored that fact).

( You will be my endless love. )

Who: Valen and Gabe
Where: Gabe’s house
When: Mid-Afternoon

The bodies were really starting to pile up lately. Despite the fact that the demons had stopped their assault, people seemed to be obsessed with ending each other’s lives. With a shrug, Valen stomped out his cigarette as he got out of his car and headed to the young man’s door. Perhaps it was the heat that made people crazy, and if that was the case, then he was in for a long damn summer. Whatever had done in this kid’s girl had certainly been something that could be classified as an “interesting specimen” and Valen was chomping at the bit to head back over to Erin’s and see what else she found out.

As it was, the need to put on a professional face kept his mind somewhat occupied. He was a pillar of the community after all, and it wouldn’t do if he wasn’t sympathetic to this poor lil’ bastard. Having one’s girlfriend broken before your eyes like that...well, there was no really good way to take it. Clearing his throat momentarily, he knocked on the door and put on his best, ‘I’m here to help’ face and braced himself for the plaintive sobs of someone foolishly demanding justice for something they probably deserved anyway.

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Who: Rigby and Jezebelle
Where: Jezebelle's house
When: Just after 3pm

Rigby had not expected that he'd actually meet Graham's sire without his friend around. While there was a part of him that said this should be filed under "very bad ideas" (read: like every time he'd hung out with Autumn without Graham and how blown out of proportion that shit had gotten), Rigby had a good feeling about this. He was curious to see just what kind of woman Jezebelle was, how she'd managed to get Graham so wrapped around her finger. Or, as wrapped as Graham was going to get, anyway.

Though he was a little worried about why Graham had smashed his guitar to pieces. He knew his friend wasn't exactly adjusting to the change well, at least in terms of his former addictions. Rigby didn't know much of anything about dealing with vampires and maybe he should have been worried about Jezebelle wanting him for his blood or something - Graham had said he smelled like the best cocaine ever, after all. But for some reason, Rigby wasn't bothered by it. He had his telepathy to give him some sort of warning, his powers had to be good for something someday, and besides, Graham had said Jezebelle was the classy type.

The distraction was enough to keep his mind off the other things not going on his life, like the fact that he was once again living in his truck with Fina gone. Running into Kai the night before had helped tremendously, too, more than just having a drinking buddy with him when he was feeling down. Finding the address Jezebelle had given him easily enough, Rigby pulled his Ranger into the driveway and grabbed his own guitar before heading toward the front door. Knocking lightly, he hung back and waited, not seeing Graham's car anywhere in sight.

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Who: Gabe and Charlotte
When: Mid-morning
Where: Gabe’s mom’s house

When Gabe had finally texted Charlotte back the previous day, she’d immediately gone to his mother’s house to see him. Only to find that Gabe was asleep, and to be promptly (although kindly) turned away by his mom. Charlotte had very nearly put up a fight - she’d certainly wanted to - but what was she going to do? Refuse? Go and wake Gabe up so he could suffer consciously? No. Sleep was probably the best thing for him. She wanted to be there when he woke up, just so he would know someone was there for him and he wasn’t alone, but she couldn’t fight his mom on what she felt was best for her son. In the end, Charlotte reasoned that being there while he slept might have been a bad idea after all. Gabe had been a werewolf for a few months now, but his increased senses were still an adjustment. The scent of another human in the house - especially one that smelled heavily of a werewolf male - might be disturbing enough to wake him up.

So she waited. And while up before the crack of dawn, she even managed to wait some more. But she was still in her car before nine AM, circling the block until she finally caved in and pulled in his driveway, praying this time that she’d actually see him.

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Who: Bianca and Nic, plus Zania
Where: Heme
When: Late evening

( But not denying the truth. )

Who: Liliya and Sylvia
Where: Liliya’s home
When: 10:00 p.m.
Warning: NSFW

( I just don't want to miss anything. )

Who: Katsuo and Kumiko
Where: The Berry Days festival
Why: Because random happenstance is the best detective of all
When: Late Afternoon

The news of any festival involving food always attracted the attention of the plague spreading vampire, and Berry Days really was no different. As soon as the stands of dishes were up, Katsuo was there shaking as many hands as he could. Festivals were positively lovely for him, all those people in close contact with each other, spreading germs faster than a clap-ridden sorority girl with a drinking problem. Festivals based off of food were even better, with Katsuo quietly touching as many plates as he could and attempting to cause food poisoning with his presence. He almost let out a chuckle when someone fainted, but then again if he'd let it go that just wouldn't be Katsuo.

The sun was blasting its devastatingly bright rays all over even as it came close to dusk, though the good vampire showed no signs of distress in his black suit. There was work to be done, and when this was over he was going to find someplace to feed and possibly work on some of those samples he was toying with. Civilization destroying virus bombs don't just make themselves ya know. It was during that little musing that he suddenly stopped short. Was that? After all this time? Katsuo immediately took off after the girl he'd spotted from the corner of his eye. That flash of raven hair, and the scent on the wind. There was no doubt in his mind that his search was almost over, but still he had to question it as though it were almost too good to be true.

"Kumiko?"

Who: Angeline and Tanith
When: Afternoon
Where: Ad Gustum - Angeline's office

This was new.

Summons from Domina were one thing, and something Tanith was rather used to. The elder madam was often giving her special orders or keeping track of clients and appointments or even the blood stocks. But Angeline Moriarty was something of a mystery to Tanith. She'd seen her, of course. But a request to visit her office. Tanith hadn't even known that Angeline had an office, though of course the idea made sense. She couldn't imagine the little princesses sharing.

Tanith could count the things she knew about the younger daughter of Bram Moriarty on one hand. One: she wasn't even legal yet, and she shared a vampire fucking brothel with her only slightly-older sister. Two: she looked like a perfect little angel, and seemed to carry herself as such. Three: she had an elemental and his familiar locked up in the dungeons, so if she was an angel, it was of the the dispensing punishment from above persuasion. Great. Really. This should go well.

The dominatrix found Angeline's office with ease, her face perfectly blank as she knocked firmly at the door. Time to meet the young'un.

Who: Isaiah Williamson and Raina Scott
Where: The Berry Days Festival!
When: Afternoon
What: It's a date! :)



( It had been forever since Isaiah and Raina had been out on an actual date. )

Who: Adam and Alexander
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: Noontime

( We got the handshake under our tongue )

Who: Bailey and Chloe
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: Early evening

For someone who never got burned, one would think that the fire elemental was an excellent cook... except she wasn't. Far from it. Bailey preferred to go out to eat and splurge on some fancy cuisine than slave over a stove any day. And with the festival lasting for an entire week, well, Bailey knew where she was going every night for food. It might not have been anything gourmet, but it was damn good and she couldn't pass up on it! Not to mention all the berries were so yummy and she got to check out all the local artists selling their wares. Not that any of them were any good, but it gave Bailey a chance to rub it into their faces that she was better. Maybe sometime during the week she'd try and set up a stand to sell her own illustrations and handmade journals and prints. Until then, she was pigging out on local cuisine.

Adjusting her sunglasses, she plopped on down to the side to munch on some pie she had picked up from several stands away. After a couple of bites, she rummaged through her purse to try and find her cellphone to check the time. With the sun staying out later, it was difficult to tell if it was 5pm or 8pm. Not that she didn't mind the sun being out and warming her up, but knowing she had to open the tattoo parlor at ass o'clock in the morning, she didn't want to stay out too late. Though after searching through her purse five times, it seemed like she lost her phone. "The fuck?!" Growling, she whipped her head around to see if she could spot the elusive iPhone anywhere. Had she dropped it somewhere? Did someone steal it? Oh, the whole place was going to burn down if some dumb fucker thought it was cute to pull a stunt like that on Bailey.

Who: Locke and Eva
Where: Lenore's Bookstore and Cafe
When: Afternoon

It had been a slow day for the young boy. Way slower than normal. A combination of it being a Sunday and the fact everyone and their mom was probably at the Berry Days festivals was enough to make the small cafe close to dead. Though while he wasn't busy waiting on customers, he took the time to whip out a tiny notebook and jot down ideas for summer fundraisers for the senior class. Ok, so maybe it wasn't any teenager's ideal way to spent the summer, but if they started saving up money now, then they could coast through the school year with no worries about money. Chances of that actually happening, though? Probably nonexistent. Locke did his best to be hopeful on the matter, but... what was the point? Kids didn't seem to change no matter which lifetime he was in and he had lived his share to know that.

A gentle sigh escaped the blonde as he slipped the notebook away after a few sentences and circled around the front counter to clean over the various tables around. Now and then his green eyes glanced outside to envy the beautiful day that was occurring outside. Only a couple more hours and he'd be free to spend the evening however he felt it. His parents had been nagging at him to get out of the house and, you know, do something. Though he wasn't the kid who was glued to the internet or an Xbox. Nope, instead he was always curled up inside with a nose in a book or writing. His parents merely wanted him to go out and socialize, but really? That was last on Locke's to do list. Perhaps he could chill with Bunny later that week and see what she was up to. Until then, he was going to clean the cafe and pray someone came in to ease the pain of boredom.

Who: Pyotr and Domina
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Early evening
Why: A simple business proposition

It had been a little while since Pyotr had sunk his fangs into this sleepy little town, and while it served as a fantastic hub for his shipping lanes he was still having to do a little bit of exploring to really make a profit that would make the boys back home drool. That in mind he'd been poking his head about in search of various places of entertainment where refreshment tended to be just a few hair short of legal. Coming across Ad Gustum was almost natural in that respect. Every junkie he scraped off the side of the road spoke of it like it was heaven, a myth to aspire and cling on to. Meanwhile, any businessman actually worth their salt knew that it was a perfect place to go if you've got very specific requests and a desire to be discrete. That suited the little vampire just fine, discrete was his middle name...well to be fair his middle name was almost completely unpronounceable to the natives of this region and had a stream of consonants on it so long you could trip over it.

He really could've gone without all the odd looks he was getting as he walked through the halls though, very much wishing he could have just snuck past them with a few crafty illusions. The owner of this place definitely had their act together however, and he was just slightly miffed that such an act was all but impossible. They'll learn respect for him soon enough, he thought, as he would most definitely only forgive their ignorance this once. Standing outside the door to the Madam's office, he couldn't help but admire the fact that despite their veiled gawking at an eight year old walking their halls they still managed to maintain at least some degree of composure. A little smile tugged at his cheeks as he waited to be announced, wondering just how weird things got around here.

Who: K-lee and Kikuya
Where: U of M Hospital
When: Noontime

( My body's strained, but god, I like it. )

Who: Thomas and Anneliese
When: Evening
Where: Thomas's house
What: Training
Warning: NSFW

Who: Eric & OPEN
Where: St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church
When: 11:30 AM

( Quia peccavi nimis cogitatione verbo et opere )

Who: Oz and Roxy
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: Evening

( And you know I'm fine, but I hear those voices at night. )