Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who Andy and Cels and their familiars
Where D'Ambray house
When Late night
Rating TBD

( Got me feelin loose )

Who: Odin, Orion, Cels and the twins' brand new familiars!
Where: The D'Ambray house - the living room
When: Morning

Picture this: Three angels, all majestic and wondrous, the very model of celestial light...completely off their rocker in various ways. An angel who cannot touch anyone or anything without being assaulted by several degrees of horrible visions, another who couldn't very well open his eyes at the moment - for when he did, he saw things as if they all had the same color patterns as a peacock mantis shrimp, only with more neon - and finally a telepath who had gone completely and totally deaf. Communication in the D'Ambray household had never been so difficult - not even when there had been teenagers in the mix. As it stood, Odin couldn't speak to Cels because he couldn't pick up a pen and write, and neither could Orion because he could probably not see the pad, or the pen, or the letters. And she couldn't hear but oh, she could speak - loudly. It was just a shame neither one of them could answer her properly. Odin had taken to making faces and gesturing to his sister in response, and Orion had started using Odin as an interface. It was now very common for Orion to tell Odin to gesture something to Cels.

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Who: Regan and Cels
When: Evening
Where: Rooftops, near U of M Hospital

It was a weird thing to accept as a 50-year-old woman that you'd never actually experienced dead silence before. Oh, sure, Cels thought she had, but she was wrong. There was always a thought somewhere far away or the buzz of electricity... not anymore. Ever since she'd tried to project her telepathy past the barrier and hear for someone inside the world had gone well and truly silent. She was functioning with this as best she could. She knew, for one thing, that her encounter with the barrier had gone a fuck of a lot better than either of her brother's. She also had a familiar that could kind of help her communicate.

'Kind of' was the key phrase. He couldn't tell her exactly what was being said, but their link was so strong that he almost didn't need the telepathy. He could put the ideas in her head, and she could logic them out. Nine times out of ten, when people spoke to her, she guessed right at what had been said. She'd also taken to carrying a notepad around, and her smartphone had this awesome little app where she could type and it would talk. All good things.

( Going back to the barrier today? Had not been a good thing. )

Who: Nathaniel & Cels
Where: Outside SOHS
When: Mid-morning

( Nathaniel had been aware something was very wrong for a while. )

Who: Odin, Cels and Orion
Where: the D'Ambray house
When: early evening, around 6:30pm

( God love all your sentimental virtue )

Who: Teddy and Cels.
Where: A cyber café!
When: Late morning.

( How did these people even get anything done? )

Who: Cels and Lucia
When: Mid-morning
Where: A bench outside a McDonalds


( Is it just a walk? )

Who: the D’Ambray clan of awesome
When: morning
Where: D’Ambray house

Cels could no longer feel her arms. There was a terrible aching in her shoulders, and when she attempted to find a more comfortable position, spasms of pain shot through-out her body. Her fingers and wrists were tingling. She blinked dumbly, and forced herself to look away from her shiny new computer screen. The majority of her new bedroom was still covered in boxes, still waiting to be unpacked. She looked to her new bed. Had she even slept in it yet? Why did her eyes hurt?

She realized the sun had come up. When had that happened? What time was it? What day was it? She paused Netflix (what a wonderful invention), and minimized the World of Warcraft window on the computer to check the time. It was almost nine in the morning. On Tuesday. Tuesday? When had that happened? Holy crap, when had she gotten on the computer in the first place? She couldn’t remember. Slowly, oh so slowly, she turned in her chair to force herself to her feet. Oh, she hurt. She hurt bad. The Commodore padded into the room and fixed her with a look. Your first electric bill is going to be through the roof, he informed her, disapprovingly. Cels vaguely remembered using her power to re-energize… um… two or six times. You know, whichever. As thrilled as she was to have the Commodore back, and have him talking, she never would have imagined he would be such a killjoy. “I’m stopping,” she told him. “I am. I’m getting up and everything.” How long did it take for muscle atrophy to occur? When had she last eaten? Holy hell, she had to pee. She managed to ignore the pain in her body long enough to run to the bathroom, and after relieving herself, continued on to the kitchen at a much slower pace. She hoped the twins were still home. She heard sounds in the kitchen, and oh so slowly staggered inside. “Feed me,” she mumbled. “For the love of God, feed me.”