Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Harper & Livia (NPC!nobody guy)
Where: Sherry's Bakery
When: Just before 8pm

( 'So, like, did you say you had coffee?' )

Who: Livia, Seer, and whoever else happens to be around to witness a rainbow puking vampire.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Heme

Today Heme was looking precisely the way the average person probably expected a vampire bar to look while the sun was still up: dead. Oh sure, a few people of various stages of life and death with nothing better to do were around, but for the majority of her shift Saoirse had simply been leaning against the bar and watching the constant news coverage. She didn't know a single person on the inside, but she still disliked the entire situation - and disliked standing around doing nothing to help out just as much. Seriously, what was the point of being a vampire when all your super strength and powers were for crap? In the bottom of the screen they kept flashing that request for any locals with a mastered magic ability to offer their services, but Seer hadn't dwelt on it much. The words had just started scrolling at the bottom of the screen again when something... clicked. She tilted her head to the side, and wondered if maybe her powers weren't a total waste. Had anyone tried projecting inside that thing? Seer knew there was something of a difference between the way a human could astral project and the way an Azrael vamp could, but she didn't know a lot about the power beyond how it affected her house.

As it happened, Seer was actually not terrible at that particular ability, even if it was one she didn't have cause to use often. Without thinking much about it - perhaps because she never in a million years expected it to actually work - Saoirse began acting on the impulse immediately. She planted her feet apart and leaned her entire body against the counter, and intentionally relaxed every part of her body. She closed her eyes and focused hard on leaving her body behind. And just like that, she was gone. Her body, no more than an empty husk. She began soaring in the general direction of the school, focusing hard on her destination. She began to sense more than see it looming ahead of her, and then she was at the barrier. For about three seconds, it felt as if her spirit was actually moving past it. And then it was as if the hand of God bitch-slapped her, not out of the general area, not just back into her body, not just across town, but right off the face of the entire damn planet.

It didn't do the sensation justice to call it a 'jolt.' Saoirse was thrown back into her body with such a massive force that it threw her not just off her feet, but against and through the back shelf. She hit the wall with such speed that the very foundation of the building seemed to rattle. Liquor bottles exploded, shards of glass pierced her flesh, but that was nothing compared to the pain of that... that force. Saoirse was sprawled in a heap on the ground, but the world was spinning around her. The worst part was the way that everything seemed to have been knocked out of her. She had no need to breathe, so wasn't it impossible to have the wind knocked out of her? The sensation was similar and entirely foreign all at the same time. It felt as if whatever power it was that kept her body moving after death had been driven out of her. Screw breath, if Saoirse had opened her eyes then and there to discover that both airbags were hanging out of her mouth by her damned windpipe, she wouldn't have been at all surprised. In her entire life as a vampire -- no, in her entire existence on this earth, she had never known any pain like this before.

Somewhere, in the very back of her mind where thought was still possible, it occurred to her that shit like this was exactly why Grayson and Navi and every other vampire she knew that actually had their shit together was always on her case for thinking before diving headfirst into any given situation. Well, fuck.

WHO: Gabriel & Livia
WHERE: Heme
WHEN: Late evening

Perhaps a bar was not the typical first stop for a person just arriving into town. Or perhaps it was. One supposes it all depends on your priorities in life. For Gabriel, he'd had a little nip of some live blood a day or two ago (how is anyone supposed to keep time when traveling, really?) and needed a little more to keep himself going. He'd taken the train from New Orleans as far as it would take him and then there was a bus. He was in the city his searching had led him to, and while he wasn't excited for his grandson to see him, he wasn't unhappy about it either. Gabriel was in no hurry to get staked or beheaded (whatever hunters did nowadays) so he was planning to keep his distance. For a while, at least. Time being, Gabriel had no plans as far as where he was going to live or what he was going to do, but a bar with drunk humans sounded like a lovely meal. He'd heard of Heme and it seemed like the perfect place to taste test for an air elemental or a psychic, at the very least.

( Bottles up; let's go round two. )

Who: Livia and Ladonna
When: Evening
Where: Heme

It was a rare thing indeed for Ladonna to admit to having a boss, but everybody had to answer to somebody. She didn't like it, and most days she would deny it, but she had to answer to the house. The house had told her to set up her game in Michigan, and she had bitched, but she had done it. The house had also told her she had a week to introduce herself to the area's toll collector. Ladonna had waited to the sixth day just because she could, and then she went to find the so-called head bitch in charge.

She sighed heavily as her driver pulled into the Heme parking lot. When he opened her door she headed straight to the door, pulling her sunglasses off even if she could see just fine. She bypassed the line of waiting humans, ignoring a few calls of annoyance. "I'm looking for a woman named Livia Morgan," she told the doorman in a bored tone. "House business." Of the most annoying sort.

Who: Edie & Livia
Where: Heme
When: Night

( let me put you through to someone else. )

Who: Capri and Open!
Where: Random street
When: Late night/really early the next morning.

Capri blushed and gave a sweet, shy smile as they listed the nominees. The envelope was opened, her name was called and Capri rose to her feet. She walked up the steps slowly, mentally rehearsing the speech she would give as she accepted her academy award. She wore a different dress every time she received an Oscar and tonight's choice was truly gorgeous. The long, flowing gown was a mixture of elegance and suggestion, fitting her curves in all the right places while revealing nothing. After all, she still wanted her parents to be able to watch it on tv. The dress colour was a dark pink, almost red, that complimented her colouring perfectly. Her hair had been styled into a classic French knot, with a few wisps of hair left out and curled into ringlets, to frame her face and soften her appearance. Her subtle yet effective make-up enhanced her facial features. She finally reached the podium, took her award gracefully and began to speak. She was careful to display an appropriate mixture of surprise, gratitude, accomplishment, wonder and other emotions blended together.

Of course, Capri knew that it was all a dream; she liked to think of this particular recurrent lucid dream as a rehearsal for her future. What she didn't know was that she had sleepwalked her way out of her home for the first time. And when, in her dream, she finished her speech and walked out to a crowd of reporters - she was, in the real world, moving down the middle of a dark street, clad in nothing but a flimsy nightgown.

Who: Livia, Liliya & Maureen (NPCed)
Where: Heme
When: Night

( Life's only living rival. )