Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Cole, Isolde, Lilith & Niamh
Where: Hospital waiting room
When: Evening

( Can you believe those guys? I mean, they didn't even laugh at my alien joke! )

Who: Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max, Charlotte
When: LOLCUTE
Where: Nowhere good

Something had been thrown at the back of Charlotte's head as they'd entered the last saferoom. She remembered feeling dazed and staggering across the threshold, and someone slamming the door behind her. She'd then stumbled over to something and collapsed without ceremony. She needed a few minutes, just a few minutes, to remember how to breathe and to convince the contents of her stomach they were going to stay in her stomach. When she next opened her eyes, the light in the room was different.

I'm in a... Charlotte blinked as she took in her surroundings, realizing that she had collapsed on a pew and was staring at the gold-plated prayer to St. Dymphna. She was still clutching both the map and one of their retrieved items to her chest. Gingerly, she sat up, and once she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to vomit, she checked the time. They had a half hour of sanctuary left. She looked around the room guiltily, hating herself for falling asleep or passing out or whatever it was that she had done. God knew her injuries weren't the worst. "Guys," she murmured, feeling incapable of using anything more than a soft tone in this place, "It's time to start figuring out a game plan."

Who: Charlotte, Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max
When: Who the hell knows
Where: St. Dymphna's Home for the Holy Shit We're Screwed
What: Ghosts and fuckery


Lily woke slowly, much like she did most mornings because whoever thought making school start so damn early in the morning was a monster who didn't take the needs of growing students into account. What was weirder, however, was that she was in a position to wake up at ALL, given that she didn't remember leaving the dance or going to sleep. The last thing she could remember was bouncing around gleefully because her best friend had won Homecoming Queen and her date had won King. She'd given Charlie a push to go accept her crown because she'd looked like she was about to bolt. Then they'd had their dance - to a kind of shitty song, but oh well - and after that... nothing.

Opening her eyes, Lily had a brief moment to stare in confusion before she was bolting upright, adrenaline slamming into her like a freight train. Because the room she was currently in looked way too much like the stone basement where she'd spent time as a kidnapped, unwilling blood donor, and it was freaking her the fuck out. She frantically checked both arms for needle marks and, finding none, was able to calm down enough to realize she wasn't being restrained nor was it actually a dungeon - it looked more like a bunker designed to keep things out than a dungeon meant to keep her in.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Lily didn't spend much time looking around - nor did she pay attention to the soft murmur of voices in the background. First order of business was waking the people she could see sprawled around her. Distressingly familiar faces. "Oh, shit," she said, going immediately to the closest and most familiar form. "Guys, wake up." Kneeling, she reached down to lightly shake her best friend. "Charlie? Can you hear me? Wake up!"

WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: The Landers home -> Homecoming
WHEN: Evening of Homecoming, Pre-chaos

If he were the kind to admit things, Max would admit that he was just a little nervous. Niamh had continued to be fairly reticent when it came to tonight, which was the root of Max's anxiety. If the evening didn't go right, he was going to throw a ridiculous fit. Internally, of course. There was no other kind to have. He'd seen the dress; he'd helped as much as she'd let him with the dress, but he hadn't seen the whole outfit. He didn't want to micromanage...oh, hell. He'd wanted to micromanage, but he'd also wanted her to offer so he could say yes. Not push himself on her. Max resisted the urge to chew on his thumbnail. Sighing to let out a breath, he did a yoga release just as they rolled up. He'd rented a limo, not a ridiculous stretch one that Russ had rolled out all his jock friends in, but a tasteful black number that gave his smaller group just enough seating. Was it ridiculous for twins to have rented two different cars for Homecoming? Perhaps in another family, but certainly not the Normandins. Max wouldn't be surprised if Russell actually rented two for his friends.

( Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known. )

Who: Bunny and OPEN!
When: Morning, before first period
Where: SOHS

To be honest, Bunny probably took this whole spirit week thing a little too seriously.

To be fair! She was the sort of person who dressed up any given day just because she felt like it. Everyone who knew her well that on the few days of the year where dressing up was encouraged? She kind of went all out. Once the fliers had been sent home about the upcoming theme-days, Bunny had blown all the money she'd saved over the summer - including a considerable sum of birthday money - on clothes. The majority of the budget had gone into flashback day.

Steampunk counted as an era, right? It did now! Even if she couldn't help the tics, Bunny couldn't help but feel like a total rockstar as she walked down the hall to her locker. She practiced her best runway walk (courtesy of countless hours of watching America's Next Top Model), and not a single fuck was given that day.

Yes, it had been the worst summer ever. No, she still wasn't over the majority of it. But today? Today was a good day.

WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: Landers home
WHEN: Early afternoon

The decision had taken some time to make. Naturally, his first instinct was to pick one of the members nominated for court. Angeline, of course, was at the forefront - good born were family (not wolf, but he wasn't getting married to her so it didn't matter as much) and a wonderfully political family - but there was the little Locke issue. Max still didn't trust the boy as far as he could throw him...which probably wasn't very far because the boy was big and tall. Not that Max had any foundation for his jealousy other than the fact that Angeline had said something about it. Nevertheless, they had both been nominated for king and queen and the opportunity to be get up there together and together could not be passed up. And Max couldn't stand in the middle of that. He respected the idea of high school royalty. His own brother would probably win the crown next year. If they all happened to survive until next year, that was. Considering all the bombings and the vampires and the insanity with the flowers and parks and poisoned berries, survival was still a crapshoot. Though he imagined Mason would be incredibly miffed if any of the family's lives were ended by fruit. The thought almost made it worth it. Almost, but not really.

( For a night, at least. )

Who: Lilith, Isolde, Cole & Niamh
Where: The Landers' household
When: Morning

( & it's hard to see what I'm capable of. )

Who: Cole, Bunny, and later Lilith, Niamh, and Issy?
When: Early evening
Where: Cole's house

Bunny did appreciate what Cole did for her. Really, she did. But Bunny wasn't the sort of person who reacted well to secrets. She also wasn't used to people talking badly about her. Oh sure, she'd had her fair share of that when she was younger. A strange little girl with Tourette's Syndrome was a prime target on the playground. Somehow, Bunny had always possessed the confidence and ability necessary to eventually win people over to her side. Those she didn't win over had eventually realized that it wasn't fun picking on someone who only played it up and laughed along with you, and moved on. Bunny's entire high school career had been smooth sailing, popularity-wise. She got along with kids from different social circles, and those that didn't like her usually left her be. Sure, she still got weird looks, but she was the sort of person who liked the weird looks.

Now someone had done something that hadn't happened in years. Someone had been talking smack about her. This was almost a foreign concept. She just had to know what was said, and if it was the sort of thing she'd laugh at or get angry with. She had to know! And Cole was refusing to tell her! So she had threatened him with the thing he feared the most: female nudity.

She really thought that would have worked, but he still hadn't told her. So she had left her house with every intention on making good on her threat.

She arrived at Cole's house maybe an hour before sunset, and she found a tree with enough cover to shift behind. She took off her clothes and piled them neatly, and shifted effortlessly into a tiny, fluffy kitten. The she began the task of climbing the tree.

Who: Dalila and Niamh
Where: Lander's home
When: After school

( Could people with busted ribs walk? )

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: Frances and Niamh
Where: Places! The Landers' house at least.
When: Afternoon

( There needed to be a quest of sorts to find something to do, and who better to drag along on a quest than Niamh. It wasn't really a quest, not really, but Frances was going to call it a quest because quest sounded a lot cooler than anything else she could come up with. )

Who: Cole and Niamh
Where: Landers home
When: Afternoon

( Could that be called a movie even? )

Who: Niamh and Zeke
Where: Downtown Scarlet Oak
When: Mid-morning

Buying clothes wasn't exactly one of Niamh's favorite things to do, so much so that sometimes she let some of her clothes reach a status of pure grungy-ness before she bought new ones to replace them. She knew that did not fit well with who she was, or who she wanted to be, therefore at times she had to suck it up and get into the mess that was shopping for clothes. It was why she was out on the streets today, although when it had started to rain lightly she actually patted herself on the back for the great timing. And also for her music choice: Radiohead was always good for a rainy day, even if the rain was hardly noticeable.

She already had two bags in her hand, one with a pair of skinny jeans and another with a tight turtleneck shirt in them, but Niamh knew she needed more clothes. However, she felt rain calling out to her more than clothes, and so she just walked up and down the street looking at the store windows instead of coming in. She was drumming her fingers on her thighs as she did, thankful that at least this amount of rain wouldn't mess up her hair so much that she ended up looking like a mess herself. She did feel a little lonely though; most of her friends had gone out of town on vacation to run from the weird things happening in Scarlet Oak all the time and she had been the only one to stay put. It was boring, even if she liked being alone - just not all the time.

Who: Cole and Niamh
Where: RiverFest!
When: Afternoon

( Plenty of blue skies heading my way )

Who: Niamh and Kat
Where: The park
When: Afternoon

Uncommon though it was, today Niamh was sad that she hadn't been at the park yesterday. It had snowed, only in the park by the looks of it, and, well...it was probably a sight to behold. Sadly she had stayed in her room all day, listening to Echo & The Bunnymen and trying to pretend she could draw meaningful, touching pictures of distraught teenagers, of which she wasn't one, but she liked to pretend.

( And makes you do stupid things with pens )

Who: Niamh and Isolde (and respective familiars, possibly)
When: Late morning
Where: Landers house

While the whole hotel thing had been kind of fun (having a whole suite to herself? Yes, please!), Isolde was still happy to be home. Back to her pretty purple room with the clouds on the walls and the stars on the ceiling and everything inside. Living out of a suitcase wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. Yes, it was good to be home. Even if the ground floor was kind of a mess. Happily, Isolde could just stay up in her room unless the parents requested her help.

She'd been in her room, catching up with things on the internet when she saw her brother's status update. Cole had a girlfriend? Why did that seem... kind of... weird...?

Huh. She blinked at the computer screen a moment longer before standing up and going out in search of her brother. Being unable to find him, and knowing Mom would be busy with clean-up, she headed to Niamh's room instead. Lambykins, the little ewe familiar she'd for some reason ended up with, followed merrily. This should be good, he thought at her.

Shush, she thought back. Even if he was kind of right. Putting on a smile, she knocked on her (biological-)sister's door.

Who: Dagmar Niemi & Niamh Landers.
Where: Somewhere close to the river (as close as you get when there is flooding involved, that is).
When: Afternoon.

( And now my song's a flood )

Who: Lilith (& the other Landers kids if they want to pounce)
Where: the Landers residence
When: Morning

( Learn to swim. )

Who: Adam Rowe and OPEN
Where: Coffee shop to start
When: Early afternoon


( You're not an orphan. )

Who: Niamh Landers.
Where: Outside the Landers' residence --> Niamh's room.
When: Early early morning.
What: Rain!

( Grab some cover share some skin )