Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Cloelia & Lux
Where: Police Station
When: Early afternoon

( She would really need a new notebook soon. )

Who: Jo and Cloelia
Where: The packlands
When: Afternoon

( Though they seem to darken as I go )

Who: Cloelia & Cole
Where: By the river
When: Late afternoon

( We were young & restless, we needed to unwind. )

Who: Niamh and Cole and open to any mermaid/man who wants to come play
Where: The Broadway Bridge/the Huron River
When: Shortly after 11:37am

( You just keep me hanging on )

Who: Dylan and those lovely mermaid ladies
Where: In the river, obvs
When: Afternoon

Dylan yawned and stretched, rolling his shoulders before settling down onto his rock again, his arms behind his head. Although his eyes were nowhere near as delicate and squishable as mortal eyeballs, he'd covered them with a pair of eye shields he'd found next to a sleeping fisherman further down river.

He'd been exploring the tributaries of the river for a couple of days now, hoping to find something interesting, something that might make him want to set foot on land and look for those Supernatural Creatures he'd heard about. They couldn't be that hard to miss.

For a couple of days he'd turned up nothing of note, and then he'd come across this little stretch of water. There was a sunken boat which he'd explored and found inhabited; things had been cleaned and rearranged, and some of the objects had been put together as if someone had made a collection out of them. He'd also found a sort of...handmade cave filled with human trinkets, so clearly someone was making use of these waters.

But who were they, and more importantly, what were they? Merfolk? Ondines? Kelpies? There was nothing he could do but wait around to see who/what showed up, so after indulging in a little local cuisine Dylan found a rock to perch on; whatever they were, they couldn't be gone all that long.

Dylan idly swished his fin in the water and licked his tongue across his teeth. Something was stuck. He pulled one arm from under his head and picked up a shard of bone he'd been keeping as a makeshift toothpick.

Those stringy bits were a real pain in the tail.

Who: Cloelia and Nixie
Where: Somewhere in the river
When: Early afternoon

( It's another life I've found here )

Who: Bella, Gabby, Alex, Harley, and – DUN DUN DUN – those crazy mermaids.
When: Afternoon
Where: Riverfest, Kiseswa River/aboard the Hermia (for a while, anyway)

Of all the things that could be said of Matthew Twight, one thing could never be denied: he was a good sport. He raced his sailboat, the Hermia every year, and always let his children tag along, and invite whoever they wanted. This year, when Bella said she’d like to invite all her friends to ride along, he’d been all for it. And when she’d made shirts for everyone on board proclaiming I’m on a boat and registered them as Team T-Pain, he’d laughed like the good natured man he was. Bella could not have loved her father more.

Things were a little crowded though. Too many hands on deck. When her father had suggested that Bella simply hang back with her friends and enjoy the ride, she’d obliged him with a kiss on the cheek. She was heading over to them just as the horn signaled the start, and squealed with glee. “Here we go!”

Who: Cloelia, Marisa and Jacob (NPC)
Where: Riverfest
When: Late afternoon

( Mommy can I have a lolli? )

Who: Charlene & Cloelia
Where: The river
When: Evening, after the racing
Warning!: Uh... mermaid-nudity?

( You leave them out and the mermaids steal them. )

Who: Charlene, Cloelia, Melia and Nixie (probably a shouting NPC too)
Where: Nursing Home - the river
When: Twilight-ish

( There's no telling where we'll go. )

Who: Cloelia & OPEN
Where: The lake
When: Late morning

Sometimes floods were fun. Sometimes they were really annoying. Sometimes they managed to be a weird mixture of both. This one had been the latter, which Cloelia didn't really mind so much as long as she actually managed to find the fun that was to be had. As it stood, she had mostly waited the whole thing out around her cave in the river, catching fish and occasionally sifting through the new layers of silt for anything worthwhile. A lot of things had been brought down the river the past few days - some of it had actually ended up inside her cave, which wasn't in the least bit amusing. Most of it had been carried right down to that place where she kept finding the interesting rocks. Did I show Charlene where that was? I need to do that. So she had rummaged through those too, hurling unwanted rocks left, right and centre. She was fairly certain one of them had hit something. Or someone. Ummm.

( Could shake your mermaid blues. )

Who: Charlene and Cloelia
Where: Abandoned shed near the river
When: Afternoon

( I love shinies! )

Who: Cloelia and Melia
When: Late afternoon
Where: Redleaf Lake
What: I don't even know.


Though Melia was thoroughly enjoying her time in the lake she'd appropriated since coming to Scarlet Oak in the first place, she was a creature of the ocean at heart and couldn't stay in such a comparatively small body of water forever. So she'd left for a little while, frolicking her way through the big lakes out to the sea, where she'd wreaked merry havok sinking ships and alternatively terrorizing and charming various small fishing vessels to venture in her path. It was great fun, but after a while she found herself missing the town of humans and other assorted fascinating species that she'd left behind. With a wake of boat wreckage behind her, she made her way back through the lake system until she'd returned to Scarlet Oak.

She was pleased to see no one else had moved in and taken her lake space while she was gone, and she took some time to refamiliarize herself with the place. Her stash of human clothing was untouched, and humans had obviously gone swimming in the lake while she was away because there, shining with a lovely silver glint in the dirt at the bottom of the lake, was a pair of pretty earrings, two inches long and made up of little silver balls dangling at the ends of silver chains. She'd made herself some pretties while out at sea; bits of shell strung on clear fishing filament, shiny things she'd stolen from her boat wreckage and adorned herself with. Bits of ribbon and pretty shells were strung in her hair, bangles on her wrists, and to top it off, she stuck the earrings in her ears, unmindful of the brief pain as the studs pushed through the half-healed (and entirely homemade) holes in her ears.

Thus adorned, she pulled herself up onto a wide, flat rock at the edge of the lake. It was warm from the sun and a perfect place to nap. Reclining, she turned her face up to the light to bask.

Who: Cloelia and Nixie
Where: The river
When: Afternoonish

Humans by the water, ugh. That was what happened when you lived too close to one of their settlements. Which were practically everywhere the further inland you came and she still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that Charlene liked it here. And she refused to accept that one of the reasons she liked it was because of that pink-haired girl. Penguin. Whatever she was, she had pink hair and Nixie associated her with hair pulling and kissing her sister. This place is full of strange people. Hunters who wanted to sell her off to the highest bidder, vampires who wanted to keep her in a tank that simulated the ocean, humans who liked to draw with their feet dangling in the water. But she'd discovered that they weren't near as likely to wind up in the areas of the river that were surrounded by trees. For some reason they didn't like being enclosed. Which Nixie understood, sort of, and appreciated. She liked being around the trees better anyhow and anywhere that was less likely to get her come across.

Unless it was by a fisherman. Because she'd been feeling a little snack-ish lately and the river's wildlife wasn't quite satisfying her. Been awhile since she'd had a good human and she figured that she could have one all to herself since Charlene seemed so adamant about her not eating of them. Strange fish. But until one wandered along, Nixie was content to seat herself on a mostly-submerged rock, upper half out of the water as she read one of the books she had found left on the beach. Humans really were the strangest things - she had thought that 'Gone With the Wind' would be about their air elementals and yet it seemed to have not a thing to do with them.

Who: Cloelia & Billie
Where: The lake
When: Late morning

( Life is the bubbles. )

Who: Charlene and Cloelia
Where: Somewhere around the latter's cave
When: Late morning

( Charlene had a tomato. )

Who: Ed (NPC), Marisa and *OPEN*
When: Dusk
Where: Berry Days

"Mommy," it was a quiet voice accompanied by a tug on her wrist that had Marisa looking down with a fond smile. It wasn't a scene that she was used to at all, used to being alone when she did pretty much everything like every leopard, but this she could handle. He was her son after all and maternal instinct trumped her desires to wander off alone. Not to mention she no longer had to worry about her connections with Owen since he had so conveniently vanished off somewhere. Marisa made a curious noise and waited for the question. "Blackberries?"

"Yes of course, you can have some berries, sweetheart," Marisa nodded and reached down to swing the small child up. Sure he was plenty old enough to walk on his own but she liked carrying him. After missing out on that many years she felt like she wasn't ever going to get enough of those little things. Which was why she'd come to this festival that was apparently such a big deal. Too many people all gathered together for her liking but Ed seemed to be fond of the bright colors and he especially liked the horses when they'd passed through the stables, even if they'd rolled their eyes and gone a little frisky at the scent of his mother. "And maybe we can go back and see the horses again alter." She did, on principle, refuse to babytalk.

"Blackberries and cream," Marisa ordered when they reached the stand, handing over the requested money before offering the treat to her son.