Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Fluffy and Langston
Where: Fluffy and Nicci's place
When: around 5:35am, right after this
Warnings: NSFW -- sex and drunken/drugged shenanigans

( If I took you home it'd be a home run -- show me how you'll do )

Who: Sasha
Where: Her apartment
When: A little before midnight
What: Is the baby finally coming?
Notes: Italics are Russian

( Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound... )

Who: Dalila and Marius
Where: W. Pennington Road
When: Early evening

( Every girl that he meets. )

Who: Trent and Selena
Where: Ambulance garage
When: Morning


( I'm coming back to my girl by July. )

Who: Gavin and Brodie
Where: Ozzy's
When: Evening


( I'm in no condition to be alone. )

Who: Raven and OPEN
Where: Near the site of the collapsed bridge
When: Mid-afternoon.

Raven had seen on the news that the odds now were that the rescuers at the bridge site would only recover dead bodies and parts of bodies. It sounded like grisly work; it didn't have to be thankless. The easiest way for a baker to show gratitude was with her food. She baked a variety of cookies and placed them in a cookie tin with a tight lid to ensure they stayed dry; she wanted the treats to be perfect for the workers receiving them. She would hand them out to as many of them as she could.

Water never bothered the were-otter personally, but having a wet shirt clinging to her chest was not ideal. Rain was so much more fun in otter form; she wished there was a way she could deliver her treats that way. Since there wasn't, she grabbed her rain jacket and slipped it on as she left her home. She walked the entire way to the bridge site, balancing the tin on one hand with ease. She attracted the occasional stare, even a few questions from the people she passed by. She took the time to answer them. No, her treats weren't for sale, No, it wasn't a gimmick to promote Snow White Sweets. No, she wouldn't be in anyone's way.

Arriving at the pile of rubble that was once a bridge, it became clear that if she wasn't careful, she would be in the way. The workers and volunteers wouldn't let her close, even if she tried. She was still determined to do something for them. She stood as near to the disaster site as she could without interfering and began passing out cookies to the workers who were either just leaving or just arriving. There were desperate people around as well, braving the rain and hoping against the odds that they would find their loved ones. Some held pictures of their loved ones, others held mementos, some simply stood. Raven offered them cookies as well as kind words of encouragement. It was all she could do.

Still having some cookies left in her tin, Raven glanced around to see who else was about.

for drina & marco

Who: Whisper and Seraphina
When: Late afternoon/early eveningish
Where: Whisper's home/office

Seraphina was beginning to like this city. She had little patience for American nowhere towns (and in her mind, anything but New York or L.A. qualified as nowhere), but there were a few here she thought would be worth her time. Some endeavors she was even looking forward to. Yes, she could stay for a few weeks, maybe even longer, without a great deal of suffering. More would need to be done to properly establish her in the community, however. The bombing had given her the perfect opportunity. Oh yes. Seraphina had plans.

An early step of these plans had been an appointment with Whisper Charlton. The fashion guru had outed herself recently, and despite Seraphina's mixed feelings on the fangers, she thought the two could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sure, Whisper could potentially scent out what Seraphina was - but why should she care? She was of no threat to Whisper. At the moment. The fact that she'd instructed her son to observe a dream or two - observe, only observe - and tell her how to behave in such a meeting, well... what Whisper didn't know couldn't hurt her. Lazarus had been on his best behavior, and Seraphina felt confident that she'd received good advice. Flattery was the way to go here.

After opening Seraphina's door for her, the driver escorted her up the walk, umbrella in hand. Seraphina instructed him to wait for her, and rang the bell.

Who: Gavin and Langston
Where: their apartment above Kaleidoscope
When: late afternoon

( Langston was pacing again )

Who: Elaine and Natalisa
Where: Outside of L'Attique
When: Early evening

( Take all the pictures you have made. )

Who: Kristen and Missy
When: Evening
Where: Nikita's house

( Missy was always there. )

WHO | Cheyenne & Leland
WHERE | Cheyenne's house
WHEN | directly after this
WARNINGS | nsfw

( Today... Cheyenne just wanted to file today under 'The Weirdest Days Ever.' )

Who: Reggie, Willow & Bess (NPC)
Where: Funspot
When: Early evening

( Dazzling smile, check. Casual walk, check. Panther in tow, double check. )

Who: Eilidh and Flicker (NPC)
When: Morning
Where: Her tent along the river

( Wasting time, still on my own. )

Who: Keelin, Marisa & Pugsley (NPC)
Where: Outside of Camelot Place
When: Afternoon

( I've got a case of the dancey-butt! )

Who: Elaine and Isaiah
Where: The Owl's Nest
When: Around noon

( 'And do you have birds in the kitchen?' )

Who: Charlene and Miikko
Where: Along the riverside
When: Afternoon

( Talking to turtles is healthy. )

Who: Harley and OPEN
Where: UoM campus
When: Around lunchtimeish


( to take a leave of absence, see what you're made of. )

Who: Brendan and Fable.
Where: Starbucks.
When: Afternoon.

( Those who had come in alone and managed to grab a table were being asked to share, and Brendan was fully prepared to do the same soon enough. It didn't faze him in the least. )

Who: Mason and Joseph.
Where: Outskirts of town.
When: Evening.

( It was as he was thinking about heading back towards town that he caught sight of something. The shape wasn't on the road, exactly, rather to the side, and as he drew closer he recognised that it was moving, and that it was actually a person. A man, to be precise, with his head tucked down and his shoulders hunched, a universally recognisable pose that all but screamed discomfort. Understandable, given the rain. )