Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Ulysses's arrival in Scarlet Oak.

Who: Amelia and Ben
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: Evening
What: A daaaate :p

Amelia fussed with her wig in front of the mirror. Choosing her clothes, shoes and accessories had been no problem for her. It was a warm day, so obviously a skirt was in order. Normally these things would trouble her but now it was the wig that brought her the most concern. What if Ben noticed that she was wearing a wig? Well, she was sure he may notice. After all, it wasn’t a perfect match to her previous hair but she certainly tried to get it as close as possible. She could only hope he would assume she decided to change her hair. That seemed to work for everyone else so far.

With a long sigh she turned away from the mirror and left her room. Cerri sat in his terrarium happily. He had really missed being away from it. His “accommodations” abroad were far below what he would prefer.

“And to think,” Amelia said with a smile to her familiar, “you used to live out in the wild. You’re so pampered now, my dear.”

Cerri made a noise that Amelia could only translate as a snort and dove into the water, ignoring her completely.

“Fine, have it your way.” She chuckled and sat down on her couch, pulling one of her several over due library books open to read. This one was titled “The Reformed Rake” and was just the kind of brain fluff she needed these days and gave her the added bonus of distracting her from the upcoming date with Ben and the email conversation she had with him earlier. The whole thing practically had her knees knocking. Amelia Ridgeway, capable woman and nurturer of young minds, was a nervous wreck.

Casual attire wasn’t what Ben usually wore on dates, especially when he looked so damn good in a suit; however, this was possibly not even a date. He wasn’t sure, anyway. Perhaps it was, and he just didn’t want to admit it, which would be silly considering he wanted it to be a date, and he had no problems if it was. Ben was not, however, keen on auto-analyzing at the moment, as he made his way out of his car and to Amelia’s porch. He knocked. Then, he sighed. Ben was excited, and it annoyed him as much as it amused him, considering he didn’t usually feel excited in these situations, not really. He was holding one single red rose for Amelia, one he had picked off the neighbour’s garden surreptitiously not ten seconds ago. But nobody had seen it; most importantly, not Amelia. As he waited for her to answer the door, he tried to pull away the thorns; this had the potential of being disastrous.

The knock on her door roused Amelia from her reading. The book was fluff, to be sure, but was just interesting enough to suck her in. This historical garbage was just ridiculous enough to be amusing rather than offensive with its absurd stereotypes. As she stood to move to the door a jolt of nervousness rushed through her. She stopped to glance at herself one last time in a mirror hanging on the wall.

“You look fine.” Cerri’s voice was dry. “Just answer the door already. You act like you haven’t seen the man practically naked or something.” The familiar snorted and continued to relax on a rock.

“Yeah, yeah.” Amelia muttered, not needing that thought in her mind, before turning from the mirror and pointing at the turtle. “You better behave yourself, mister.” She narrowed her eyes menacingly though the turtle wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t angry. Just nervous. With a sigh she turned away from him and went to the door.

Standing on her porch was Ben, looking amazing as usual. Did he look better than the last she saw him though? Probably not. Amelia wondered if this was simply what it was meant when one said “a sight for sore eyes” for her eyes were sore indeed. A smile immediately bloomed on her face at the sight of him but faltered as she saw what he was doing. “What are you - Are you pulling thorns off that flower?” Her head tilted slightly to the side in bemusement.

Caught in the act was quite right for what had happened here. As soon as he heard the click of the door opening, Ben froze where he stood, with one hand still holding the rose and the other’s fingernails in a pulling motion around a thorn. He swallowed hard and smiled at Amelia, who, tired though she looked, still looked as lovely as ever. And he had missed her so much Ben was almost ashamed of it. And then the moment passed when Amelia called him on his odd task and Ben dropped his hands. “Uh. Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t really have time to leave school, shower, get ready and find a florist, so I kind of uh...Improvised.” Best to be honest, probably. She wasn’t going to like it anyway, most likely, but at least he might get points for honesty. “You look great.” He smiled again.

As Ben back peddled and attempted to cover up for his odd behavior Amelia’s smile widened even further. He was adorable. She knew he wasn’t a child but sometimes looked like a kid who got caught digging in the cookie jar. This was one of those moments. “I admire anyone who can improvise.” She looked down at the rose. “It’s lovely. And thanks.” She took a step back into the house. “Why don’t you come in. I’ll put the flower in a vase and grab my bag.” She turned and headed back in toward the kitchen, beaming with pleasure. He brought her a flower. She didn’t care where he got it from. It didn’t matter. The fact that he thought about it was enough.

With a chuckle, Ben shrugged. “Improvise is what I do. It’s sort of how I live, actually.” He joked, though truth be told, he wasn’t joking at all. It was the pure truth about how he went about things for as long as he’d known himself. And it had worked out fine so far, so why not keep going? “Glad you like it. Be careful not to prickle yourself, though. Seriously, I wouldn’t want you bleeding over a badly thought out impulsive gesture.” He said as he went into Amelia’s house, the entry of which was becoming all too familiar. Closing the door behind him, Ben leaned against it while Amelia got her bag.

“Pricking my finger on a flower that was given to me, impulsive gesture or not, is the least of my worries.” She said over her shoulder and left him at the door to go to the kitchen. Amelia shook her head as she reached up and grabbed a slim vase for the rose from a top shelf in a cabinet. That taken care of she left the kitchen to grab her purse from the living room when she remembered the gift she had for him. She rushed back to the kitchen and grabbed the decorative bag she had put the gift in and left on a chair. Amelia certainly hoped he wouldn’t take offense to the gourmet cookies - in the shape of dog biscuits. This would be a test of his sense of humor, she decided.

“Okay, ready to go.” She said with a somewhat nervous smile and held out the blue bag, the only one she found that was decidedly more manly than the rest. Somehow pink with glitter didn’t exactly scream “Ben!” to her. “But this first. Just a souvenir I picked up on my travels.”

Still leaning against the door Ben shrugged at Amelia’s lack of worry about the thorns on the rose. If she was alright with it, he was alright with it. He looked around as Amelia went about getting her purse, to find obviously nothing had changed. Not that he had been expecting anything else in only seventeen days, and he was sure Amelia had more in her mind than redecorating. He was mostly just keeping his mind busy. When Amelia announced she was ready to go Ben immediately leaned off of the door and was about to turn around to open it, when he noticed her holding out a blue gift bag in his direction. He looked down. “What’s this?” He asked, with amused suspicion. When she answered, Ben tilted his head. “Oh, a present...” He took the bag, trying hard not to seem a lot more excited than he should be.

Opening the bag carefully, nothing had prepared Ben for finding gourmet cookies in the shape of dog treats inside said bag. A chuckle escaped him, and then he looked up at Amelia, eyebrow raised. “I hope these are human cookies. Truth be told I Am not very fond of the others.” Leaning his head over the bag again, he took a whiff of it, and his suspicion was put to rest. They were ‘human treats’ alright. The other ones had a very distinct smell. “Thank you, they smell lovely, like they’re homemade.” He smiled and then, impulsively, took a step forward to plant a kiss on Amelia’s cheek before turning around to open the door for her.

Amelia’s cheeks flushed furiously at the kiss. It was an unexpected surprise and if she thought she’d get kisses she’d be tempted to get him more gifts. Which oddly enough, she realized, is probably what men thought and did on a regular basis. She laughed at the thought and at his reaction. “Yes, they are homemade, from Switzerland. I saw this great pastry place and when I saw the cookies,” She trailed off with a smile and shrug. “well I think they speak for themselves.”

With the door open she gave him a small thanks and left. When he stepped out and closed the door she locked the door and turned to him. “So where are we going?”

Pretending not to notice Amelia blushing, Ben smiled almost victoriously behind her back as she prepared to leave. “How nice of you to think of me in Switzerland.” He commented, doing his best not to let it be known just how nice he felt it was. Rushing to open her door to the car, Ben gave her a smile when she reached it, and then shrugged. “Well you said you were in the mood for casual, so I thought about going to Sunny’s Diner. It’s a nice place, but relaxed, like you said you wanted.” He explained, closing the door after she’d sat in and rushing to his side. “Is that alright?” He asked then.

Well, well. Amelia thought, pleased. He really is </i>a gentleman.</i> The door opening was sweet. She grinned and nodded. “No, that sounds lovely. Anything to get out and relax. It’s great.” She slid into the car and waited for him to come around, get inside and start going. After a moment she turned to him. “So, tell me, what have you been up to? Other than the obvious, has there been anything else going on?” She wondered, particularly, about Ben personally but she also worried about mutual friends, the school and just about everything else. She was only gone a couple weeks but it seemed so much had happened in that time. Who knew what could change so quickly?

Ben smiled as he put the car in gear and drove off. “Good. I’ll even buy you dinner and an extra milkshake, if you want to go all 1950s date with it.” He joked, though he was very serious about buying her dinner. Amelia’s question left him quiet for a bit as he thought about it. “Well...Not much, you know? I met a were-dog girl and invited her over for some exercise...” It wasn’t until then that he realized how that sounded. “Not like that, I know where your mind drifts Amelia, we honestly just played around with doggy toys in our dog forms.” He added in a rush. He wasn’t going to tell her how he’d been moping around for a few days, going as far as to tell his sister that he was in love, or that he thought about her almost every day while she was gone and hoped to God she came back safe and sound. None of that sounded like him and he didn’t know how to say any of those things, at any rate.

“We don’t have to have a 1950’s date, but I will hold you to that extra milkshake.” Amelia said with a laugh. The laugh turned to smirk at his story about meeting the dog. It hadn’t actually crossed her mind to think that he’d do something inappropriate though she had to admit to herself some jealousy that she certainly never had such a carefree time with him. The thought of him playing around like a dog amused her enough that she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Him rushing through the story to avoid confusion was endearing and, quite frankly, adorable. It was so rare to see him uncomfortable. “So what you’re saying.” She said when he was done, trying to keep her voice serious, “Is that instead of cookies I should have gotten you a rope so we could play tug of war?”

With a smile, Ben nodded solemnly. “You got it.” He glanced over to see she was amused by his encounter with a fellow were-dog, which he was happy about, even if part of him felt like she might be laughing at him. Or trying not to, in any case. At Amelia’s joke question, he eyed her with a serious expression before concentrating on driving again. “Not at all, the cookies are fine. I don’t want you to think of me as your sometimes-pet, either, I mean...” It was bad enough that he was so fluffy and cute. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it was just plain embarrassing. “I’m sure we can have fun together without tug-of-war.” He added, as he finally got to Sunny’s Dinner’s street and parked near the restaurant.

Amelia was certain she would never think of Ben in terms of “pet”. Sure he was a were animal. Sure his puppy form was too cute but she had seen his hybrid form and she would never forget it. She would never let on to him how frightening that form can be because she could never hold it against him. It was just something she couldn’t forget and because of that she took him seriously, regardless of his usual cuddly exterior. “I’m glad the cookies are fine.” She said thoughtfully. “And I’m glad you don’t want me to think of you as a sometimes-pet, whatever that is.” She laughed. “I’m confident we can have fun without any tug-of-war.” She smiled and opened the car door after he parked. “But you should know that if you ever do get the uh.. urge.. that I have no problem.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that. For some reason the idea of petting him while she read a book popped into her mind. No, she was sure he wouldn’t like that image what so ever. She was glad they had arrived because the conversation was getting a little too ridiculous and she had a feeling her foot was far down her throat.

Despite not having had the chance to look himself in the mirror in his hybrid form, Ben knew it probably looked terrifying and he knew that there was the possibility that Amelia might never think of him as a cute puppy after having seen it herself. That, however, wasn’t an active thought in his mind at the moment. “Oh, well, I’m glad you think so. You know, I’m open to suggestions...” He said as his voice trailed off, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. Of course there was now the possibility of him being smacked upside the head, but he didn’t really mind. He left the car chuckling, and went around it to reach Amelia. “The urge to what, be a puppy near you?” Ben shrugged. “Never say never.” But that was just him being nice, he had to admit. He opened the door of the diner for her and waited until she was inside to follow. Then, he gestured for Amelia to pick a table.

“Suggestions?” Amelia raised an eyebrow and snorted. Suggestions indeed. Sometimes she wondered how she got this far with Ben. Now was a prime example of why she was afraid to jump into such a relationship. If this could be called that. She wasn’t exactly sure. Either way, she felt entirely out of her depths. Amelia liked to just say things as they were but felt she couldn’t. Plus she was a little scared of what Ben might say. She found she could only be vague instead. If he only knew half of went through her mind? Well, she wasn’t sure if he’d be scandalized or not. When Ben gestured for her to pick a table she nodded and headed to a table, expelling a held breath. “So.” She started when they got comfortable, “if I can’t get a milkshake I’m going to be disappointed!”

Instead of replying, Ben simply wiggled his brow once and left Amelia’s question hanging in the air. Surely she knew what he’d meant and was just playing coy. She did that sometimes. It could be frustrating, but also endearing. Ben was choosing to find it endearing this time around. Though if he knew that she was holding back for fear of scandalizing him, he would surely laugh. Not a lot scandalized him, and sometimes Ben just wished she was more forward; that or that she told him where his boundaries lied so he didn’t have to constantly try them cautiously. But that was for another time. Right now they were about to have her ‘Welcome back’ dinner, and he wouldn’t want to ruin it. “You can absolutely get a milkshake.” He told her, signaling to the waitress to come their way. “What’s your flavor?” He asked Amelia, while the waitress busied herself with other customers, and he perused the menu as he spoke.

The wiggling eyebrows had Amelia shaking her head. He was trouble, that was for sure. She seemed to always have to fight the urge to grab his face and give him a kiss. Which, she supposed wasn’t the worst thing. He certainly never gave her reason to avoid doing such a thing. So why did she always hold back? She wasn’t sure. All she did know was that, for her especially, life was short and what was the point in holding back? Maybe she’d get up the nerve sooner than later. After all, it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. She looked at him from beneath her eyelids as he called the waitress over and mulled the thoughts over.

With a snort Amelia tilted back her head and laughed at his question. Oh he was precious. “You really have to ask? Chocolate of course.” She grinned.

Having Amelia shake her head in what Ben could only think was fake disapproval was about the most amusing thing ever for Ben. At least right now. She did it frequently, too. When she revealed the flavor milkshake she was ordering, it was Ben’s turn to shake his head. He pointed a finger in the direction of her nose and twirled it around while he spoke. “Yooou...are...predictable.” Mostly he was just teasing, however. There was nothing wrong with chocolate. The waitress finally came their way, and Ben ordered the most special and awesome burger in the house, waited for Amelia to order her own food- because that thing men sometimes did where they ordered the women’s meal to establish control and awesomeness didn’t really ring that awesome to him at all - and then he threw in the chocolate milkshake, with a caramel one for himself.

“Being predictable isn’t necessarily a bad thing.” Amelia pointed out. She knew she was stuck in her way, in many ways, and didn’t mind. Still, with the way the world was changing and the way her life has lead her, she felt that maybe it was good to start breaking away from that. See if he will see her as predictable then! She smiled slyly to herself and took a sip from the glass of water the waitress had brought. “Anyway, you’re pretty predictable too.” She thought that maybe that was a lie and amended her thoughts. “Okay, not predictable. Just reliable I suppose.” And she found reliable to be a bit better than predictable so that worked.

“If it was, do you think I’d be here with you right now?” Ben retorted, with a smirk. A fan of life’s unpredictability though he was, he was also a fan of Amelia, with everything she was and probably would never change. How that had happened was a mystery, but here they were. He furrowed his brow at her saying he was predictable. “Really, how so?” But then she amended her sentence and Ben found himself not minding “reliable” so much. Even if he had no idea he could ever, in a million years, be called reliable. Ben snorted. “Reliable? Well that’s nice. Nicer than predictable.” He leaned over, supporting his chin on his hand, and his elbow on the table. Ben gave her a look. “I can be very unpredictable, just so you know. You should give my unpredictable self a try, you might like it.”

Ben’s reactions to her words amused Amelia to no end. Sure, he wasn’t predictable but she could somehow manage to throw him off, and that was good! It was usually the other way around. Like just now when he opened his damned mouth. Why’d he have to go and do that anyway? Amelia kept her posture straight and did her best to school her features. She kept her voice prim as she took another sip of water. “Oh I know that.” She glanced at him and then back at the water. “I believe I’ve seen it before.” She thought of him at her house, it seemed ages ago. Yep. Unpredictable indeed. But, she decided, she could be unpredictable too. She watched him sit with his chin in his hand, calmly and confidently, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. In one deft motion she reached forward and knocked his elbow aside so he lost support of his chin. Immediately she covered her mouth to avoid laughing too loudly. “See.” She said between giggles. “I can be unpredictable too.” And she really didn’t care how childish it was at the moment.

Barely hiding the satisfaction in knowing Amelia had instantly thought about the kiss he’d stolen from her in her house, Ben licked his lips and looked away for a second. “Yes, yes you have.” Somehow, it amused him to no end to embarrass her or make her think of him like a principal shouldn’t think of her staff...or even an ex-teacher shouldn’t think of her students. Involved in these mischievous thoughts, Ben did not see it coming when Amelia knocked his arm from under his chin, causing him to very nearly hit his chin on the table and maybe knock over a few things. “Whoa! What the hell?” He felt confused, as people do when they get tripped, fall accidentally or hit their body parts against things. “You know,” He began, regaining his composure. “that’s not exactly the kind of unpredictability I was going for, but it’ll do.” He finally smiled, shaking his head at her childish giggling.

She felt bad. The confused look on his face, maybe even a little upset? That was not only childish of her, but rude. What if he had gotten hurt somehow? The thoughts flashed through her mind quickly and faded. She did feel bad. For only a moment. It was satisfying, she decided, to catch him off guard. So, this was not the most mature way of handling the situation, but it was some amount of success. “You have a point.” She said after regaining her composure. “I’ll have to think of better ways to be unpredictable.” Her face screwed up in thought. “That sort of defies the whole point though, doesn’t it?” She shook her head at herself. “Sorry for doing that.” She looked away sheepishly, a ghost of a smile on her face. Okay, maybe she wasn’t really sorry. She couldn’t help it.

Making Amelia feel bad was absolutely not what Ben wanted, but it was good if she felt a little bad. He had looked like an idiot just then after all! Her immature attitude surprised him, albeit positively. It would have been funny if it hadn’t happened to him. “Good, you do that while I have this wonderful meal.” He told her, pretending to still be upset, as the waitress got to them with their orders. “Bon appetit to me!” He said teasingly before sinking his teeth into his burger.

Placeholder for Zhari and Caelia.

Who: Quentin James and Nixie Pearl
When: Afternoonish
Where: By the river, at least to start


( He kept having to remind himself that this wasn't Maine, and therefore it wasn't like he was living right on the waterfront anymore. )

Who: Laurent and Nicodemus
Where: Heme
When: Closing time

Sulking would be a completely accurate way to describe what Laurent was doing as he finished washing the glasses that had been used by the last few patrons of the night. He should have been at Odette’s, playing in her dreams after a nice long discussion about the France of their time and such, not here. Working. But he had not even seen Odette, deciding that it would be a bad idea to continue there after his discussion with Rae. A ghost from the past that never quite faded, one he did not want to fade, and that should never, ever be allowed anywhere near Odette. He knew that Rae thought he had had an affair with the other French vampire and he really, truly did not want her knowing they were in the same town. It spelled trouble he did not want to have to deal with.

Falling into the drone of working a shift he had not been scheduled for had been one way of clearing his mind. Another would have been searching through dreams until he found a good one but after his rather recent encounter with Saiorse he had decided to perhaps not wander too much, just to go straight where he wanted to be. Only he doubted Odette would be as welcoming now after he broke their meeting. “Women,” he grumbled, ignoring the other person left in the bar. A human worker. Now while that was nothing to be surprised at since Heme had a number of them in their employ it was the job that this one - Laurent could not recall his name - had that made him unusual. A human bouncer at a bar for vampires. Seemed almost like he was going to be asking to have his neck snapped if a vampire got irritated and needed to be removed. “Okay,” Laurent said, leaning his elbows on the counter with a rag in one hand. “I’ve got to ask because you know it’s really weird - why is a human working as a bouncer at a vampire bar?” Straight to the point, yes, and normally he was better than that but Laurent was a little shaken by his recent encounter.

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Who: Billie and Tessa (NPC)
When: Early morning
Where: Scarlet Oaks' skies~

( Make my way back home when I learn to fly. )

Who: Dawn.
When: Afternoon.
Where: Camelot place.

( I don't got no time to play around what is this. )

I don't know how many of these I'll need, but I know if I don't put them up and I miss Bella's birthday I'll be PISSED. So. 3 of 3.

I don't know how many of these I'll need, but I know if I don't put them up and I miss Bella's birthday I'll be PISSED. So. 2 of 3.

Who: Harley and Bella
When: Nighttime
Where: Bella's house (PARTAAAY)

Bella had realized something today. On your twenty-first birthday, it was the sworn duty of everyone who knew you to try and kill you. No, seriously. True story! It seemed like everyone had brought alcohol, and Gabby had been damn insistent that the birthday girl had to do twenty-one shots. The birthday girl managed one and a half. Bella had never realized just how disgusting tequila was. So people kept making her drinks, and pinning her with various birthday girl memorabilia (she was up to a sash, a crown, two pins and a pink ribbon), and she was already quite overwhelmed. The room wasn't spinning, and she wasn't fall-down drunk. But she was pretty sure that this - this whatever state she was in - was buzzed. And it wasn't a bad thing! It was a learning experience. For example: buzzed Bella was twice as ditzy as sober Bella. Learning experience!

All in all, Bella's first-ever house party seemed to be going well. She was having fun, she was surrounded by friends (and really, after yesterday, she needed to be), and she was pretty sure her familiar was drunk. Naturally, people were just leaving their drinks wherever, and Ember was a bit too curious for her own good. It had been a long time since Bella had heard Ember's voice in her head, or felt anything even vaguely coherent. Where is that silly bird? she wondered, moving through the kitchen. People were listening to music and dancing in the living room, playing drinking games in the kitchen, video games in the basement, swimming and dancing in the back yard, and God only knew upstairs. Bella had locked the bedroom doors, but she had the habit of befriending extremely tricksy, clever, stubborn people. Whoops.

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Who: Kitty and Jameson
Where: The police station
When: Mid-day

It had taken a day before Kitty was willing to come out of her own house, and when she did the first stop was the police station. It was daylight outside, which made her feel just a touch safer, but she was still skittish beyond belief. She was free, but it felt too good to be true. It had been too easy. So before it all blew up back in her face, she needed to tell the police she was no longer missing and give them every single detail she could remember about the place that had held her.

When she'd stepped into the station, she'd been ignored at first, until the lady at the front desk understood her situation. While she called up different people, alerting them of the news, Kitty waited patiently, wondering what would happen next and what had occurred while she was gone. Had she been on the news? What had become of the boy she had killed? Had Lex disposed of the body? She could only assume that he'd taken care of all that and she could focus on the fact that she'd been in captivity for the past few weeks. If that wasn't enough to get their attention, then nothing was.

( so scared that I'll never get put back together )

Who: Oz and Ransom
Where: Weiss Auto Shop
When: Afternoon

( Deals with girls of course, what else? )

Who: Liliya and Via
Where: Via’s place (for a change)
When: Later evening
Warning: Turns NSFW

( Amazing that we got this far. )

Who: Odette and Val
Where: Heme
When: Evening

She wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about the fact that Laurent had not arrived. On one hand, he stood her up. On the other, Liev had been home and she’d completely forgotten that she’d promised Laurent he could stop by at any time. It was a relief, she supposed. Then again, she still wanted an explanation for him standing her up. So it was with that aim in mind that she went to Heme that evening. Dressed in another red dress because it seemed appropriate enough to wear to a blood bar, Odette stepped inside before she realized, as she scanned the bar, that she didn’t even know his work schedule. Making a face at her own lack of foresight, Odette was about to step back outside before she realized she might as well enjoy the night out. Liev was out as well, anyway, so there was no real reason to be home.

Taking a table in the crowded bar area, she slung her coat over the back of her seat. She didn’t want to sit at the bar because that was where all the single people looking for company sat. She wasn’t looking for company, not really. And, if anyone undesirable tried to sit with her, she could always use the excuse she was waiting for someone. It wasn’t an excuse you could give at the bar. She ordered a glass of her type from a passing cocktail waitress and decided to watch the door, just in case Laurent or anyone she recognized came in.

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Who: Treat and Tanith (devastatingly brief Eztli cameo)
When: Lunchtime
Where: Owl's Nest

( It's only a date. )

Who: Isaiah Williamson and Jillian Skye
Where: Random bit of sky over Scarlet Oak to start XD
When: Late morning


( You can't take the sky from me. )

Who: Antonin and Zaviar, appearances by Knight (NPC)
Where: Their home
When: Evening-ish

( So easy, take a hammer and shatter it to pieces. )

Who: Jameson McQueen and Erika Forsythe
Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak
When: Evening


( Going broke but I'm feeling good )

Who: Kiley Ricks and Tristan Kenyon
Where: Starbucks to start
When: Afternoon sometime


( Dear hope, attach it to the end of your rope. )

Who: Kate & Liev
Where: By the park
When: Sundown

( Do you want to know? )