Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Alicia and Seraphina
When: Mid-morning
Where: outside the Gammelgård room, Hotel di Sei Ali

( She knew that she needed to tread carefully, at least until trust had been earned. )

Who: Lazarus and Seraphina
When: Mid-morning
Where: Seraphina's penthouse, Hotel di Sei Ali
Warning: Violence (at minimum), with the potential for graphic violence and bloodshed (just covering bases for now).

( She hoped, for his sake, that he had much to report. )

Who: Dracul & Seraphina
Where: Seraphina's penthouse
When: Brunch

( He was making them uncomfortable, he knew. )

WHO: Søren, Seraphina & Alicia
WHERE: Hotel di sei Ali (Gammelgård Suite -> Hotel Restaurant)
WHEN: Lunch

The subject had been difficult to breach. Søren had tried several times to say 'your mother' but the fear that Acacia would just walk away again stopped him from properly explaining anything. So he'd told his daughter that they were going to meet a friend of his. Someone they knew from Denmark and he'd happened to bump into. Someone who had met her as an infant, which is why Alicia may or may not remember her. None of these were actual lies, though he was omitting a very crucial part of their relationship. And, really, Rose had been more parent to Alicia than either him or Acacia had been. But he'd told his daughter that they were spending the day together. No realtors, no doctors...just them, though they would have lunch with an old friend. Afterwards, they could explore the town. ( Whatever her little heart desired. )

Who: Søren and Seraphina
When: Midday
Where: Søren's hotel room
NOTE: /Sections/ are spoken in German.

"If my toys are going to be so polite as to show up on my very doorstep, I cannot ignore that." That was what she had told her son, and a day later Seraphina felt everything was working in her favor. She set a few discrete members of her staff to watching, and when Søren's suite was empty she simply let herself in. Whether Søren returned first or her daughter with whomever it was Søren had hired to tend to her, Seraphina cared not. She was ready to work with either. Though she preferred to draw Daddy back into her corner, first.

She was dressed to do exactly that, she thought. Perhaps a little bolder than she ever dressed as Acacia, but nothing so risqué as to throw the man into shock, or so drab as to allow him to forget a single curve. She sat at the edge of a desk rather than the couch - body language was important. She wanted to appear comfortable in Søren's room, but not quite so arrogant as to be relaxing. She needed to look as if every second waiting for his return was an agony. Poised to straighten and rush to her feet the second he walked in the door. In reality she knew he was coming long before she heard his card key against the door. Humans walked so loudly. She sat straight, rigid really, and looked up from the wedding ring she toyed with in her hands. Yes, come back to me, my pet. I will set everything to rights.

Who: Briony & Seraphina
Where: The streets
When: Early afternoon

( It went right next to Ziggy, her pet chisel. )

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.