Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Treat and Tanith
When: Late night
Where: Treat's house

( Somehow, and without the faintest idea how it had happened, Tanith had ended up sleeping in Treat's bed. )

Who: Treat and Tanith
When: Evening
Where: U of M Hospital

Tanith had worked a long and particularly grueling night shift. Twelve straight hours of torture meant Tanith was exhausted, but she'd made an obscene amount of money. When her last client left just shortly after nine, Tanith took a shower, redressed, and got ready to head over to Treat's house to take care of his cats. The little voice in her head told her she needed to stop this nonsense, but she hadn't. She hadn't known what else to do, but she knew those damn cats meant a lot to Treat, so she'd stuck around. Eventually she'd probably hear from someone in his family and she'd go back to her old life. Easy. The idea didn't bother her at all. Really.

Tanith grabbed her bag and keys and headed through the brothel. She passed one of the lounges and noticed a group of whores and clients both gathered together around a television, chattering excitedly. That was when Tanith found out that the barrier had come down. The people inside were alive, and they'd all been taken to the hospital. Tanith had gone straight there, cursing herself the whole way. She wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was going, and again, she kept telling herself she needed to just disappear. She didn't. She saw it through. She even got quite irritated with some bitchy nurse who wouldn't let her in to see him because she wasn't family. It had taken the better course of two hours, but Tanith had at least managed to get information out of them - what building, what wing, what floor. So she went there, found a bench in the hall, and planted herself there. Anyone who asked if she had the clearance to be there got glared at until they gave up. After a couple hours, people stopped challenging her.

Two hours, four hours, six hours... What the hell am I doing here? she thought again. Eztli's never going to let me live this down. At least she hadn't brought him with her. He only would have annoyed her with his insisting this meant something stupid, like she was attached to Treat or something equally ridiculous. When the clock hit 7, Tanith had been up for well over twenty four hours. Fantastic. I can blame sleep deprivation for this temporary insanity. Yeah. She'd go with that.

Who: Juliette, MacKenna, Crowley, Samantha, and Treat
Where: still in that damn dark carnival
When: After this

( She wasn’t so sure how long they could continue running like rats in a maze. )

Who: Treat & Shiva
Where: Around Yale
When: College years; afternoon, the day they met (my maths sucks.)

( ... Well, she'd pay for it in the next life. )

Who: Juliette, MacKenna, Crowley, Samantha, Treat
When: Half past Fuct O'Clock
Where: the SUPER dark carnival

The seatbelt was digging into MacKenna's tummy, and she groaned and tried to find a more comfortable position. She was not ready to wake up, but she was so damned uncomfortable. The seatbelt was secured too tightly for her to move much though, and eventually she opened her eyes. She blinked twice in confusion, and then her eyes went wide. She was not in Treat's car or any car, but she was looking down at a wooden track.

"The fuck?" She sat up straight, quickly looking around. She was in the first car of a roller coaster, and it was moving slowly down a long decline. Too slowly, really, and the seatbelt was the only thing keeping her in place. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck I didn't even drink that much last night! She had woken up in some pretty strange places before, but this one took the cake. She tried to remember what the fuck she had done last night. The last thing she remembered was Crowley being drunk, and deciding to take him in some closet somewhere before he was too drunk to be any fun. She'd only been a little buzzed! She was still feeling a little buzzed. She was still wearing her homecoming dress. Frowning, she twisted as much as she could to look behind her. Crowley was there, along with a few girls she didn't recognize. Towards the back of the car, she could see Treat. Out cold. Buzzed or not, Kenna knew something was very wrong. "Treat?! What's going on? Wake up, you lot!"

WHO: Treat & Tanith
WHEN: Mid-morning
WHERE: The Lorimer-Rose-Beckett house

( And while you're at it, take the water elementals with you. )

WHO: Treat and Tanith
WHEN: Afternoon
WHERE: Treat's house

( Life was so much simpler when men used to wake up to a hot meal instead of blood on the porch. )

Who: Treat and Tanith (and Eztli)
When: Morning
Where: Treat's house

Once again, it took a while for Tanith to truly wake up. Not because of some strange magic this time, but because she'd slept like a log. She was a light sleeper, but it was entirely possible a hurricane couldn't have roused her that night. Tanith stared at the ceiling for a long time before she remembered that she was in Treat's house. Nope, totally didn't dream that. Or anything, for that matter.

( We're at the crossroads, my dear )

WHO: Kenna, Treat, probably familiars
WHERE: Treat's house, specifically outside the guest bedroom
WHEN: Stupid o'clock in the morning, about 2am-ish

So far, so good. Despite the fact that there had been no nightmares this time around, Treat had slept fitfully at best. The downside of not actually sleeping next to the person whose dreams you were supposed to be consuming was that you didn't know when they were sleeping. Finally, when he woke up for the umpteenth time that night at around two in the morning, he decided that Tanith was hopefully asleep by now. Throwing on a robe and cat slippers, he made his way down the hall towards the guest bedroom where Tanith was sleeping. And, hopefully, Eztli, too. The last thing he needed was for there to be a witness to all this strangeness.

( A language on her face. )

WHO: Treat & Tanith, and NPCed Eztli, of course
WHEN: Just a little before sundown
WHERE: (GASP!) Ad Gustum

What the hell did people wear to this sort of place? He'd been assured there was no dress code or secret handshake but it didn't ease his trepidation. He picked one of his nicer suits, figuring the place most likely catered to very wealthy clients considering Tanith had a personal chauffeur. He ditched the tie for a less stuck-up look, though he did spend half an hour in front of the mirror wondering if he looked like a high-class john. He'd never been to a strip club, much less a brothel. He checked his watch and decided that he had better go. While he didn't want to show up too early and make it seem weird, he didn't want to show up too late either and run into...other people. People he might recognize or recognize him. The prospect of that situation was almost enough to make him text Eztli's prostitute that it was off. But the fact was, he and Tanith had been forced into this strange situation and he really didn't want for it to happen again. Eztli had said magic had been involved and Tanith knew magic, so she would be the better person to solve it.

( Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close? )

WHO: Treat
WHAT/WHEN: The dream; this morning || thirteen years ago, approx.
WHERE: Kammie's home || his home in Virginia
WARNINGS: Heavy swearing in a section.

( Like a heartbeat drives you mad. )

Who: Treat & Kammie
Where: Hair 'o the Dog
When: Evening

( He looks like a cool drink of water but he's candy-coated misery. )

Who: Treat and Eztli (Tanith's familiar)
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: Treat's house

Eztli had stopped lamenting the fact that he'd somehow ended up with such a difficult human, but he still wasn't stupid. Tanith had been angry, and a lot of other emotions Eztli wasn't used to picking up from her, so he had decided it was best to give her a few days to cool off. He had spent his time back and forth between Treat's neighborhood, and the Ad Gustum grounds. At first he had just wanted to make sure Treat survived, and then there had been all sorts of interesting activity at his house. What was that thing humans were always saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Eztli had finally decided it was time to check in on Treat. He had come to the conclusion that Tanith wasn't going to do it, and one of them really needed to. He had seemed quite unhappy, and that hadn't really made sense to Eztli, but Treat probably had his reasons. He wanted to know that Treat was going to be okay, and then he wanted to know those reasons.

He headed up the paths to Treat's house, but saw no car in the drive. Well, that was okay. He could wait. He stretched out in front of the front door, just to make sure he wouldn't miss him. He could wait.

Who: Treat and MacKenna (and Banges)
When: Afternoon
Where: Treat's house

There was good news and bad news. The good news was that MacKenna had finally stopped crying this morning. The bad news was she was pretty sure it was due solely to dehydration. There was just nothing left. She felt weak, and hadn't moved anymore than she had to since late last night.

Everyone on the train had been looking at her funny, so before taking the bus from Detroit to Scarlet Oak, she decided to give them a reason to look at her funny. She pulled on the most random, mismatched articles of clothing near the top of one suit case, and glared at anyone who dared to keep looking at her funny.

No one was waiting for her at the bus station, but sadly, MacKenna couldn't even be surprised by this anymore. Great Auntie Desiree hadn't known she was coming, so she probably hadn't informed her son, either. MacKenna didn't even know the guy's number. She had his address though, so she used some of the money her mother had given her to call a cab. The cabbie seemed to have some pity in him, and he had loaded all four of her suitcases and her massive trunk for her. When they reached the address, MacKenna hugged Banges tight, and got out of the car. There was a cleaning van in the driveway. It also looked like someone had driven a motorbike on the lawn. 'Go on,' Banges urged. 'You can do it, Kenna!' MacKenna sighed, and as the cabbie began unloading all her things in the driveway, she headed up to the door.

Who: Treat and Tanith (and Eztli and God knows what other furry creatures)
When: LATE at night/early in the morning (depending on perspective)
Where: Ending up at Treat’s house

Tanith was going to kill Treat. She was probably going to have an easy time of it as well, since it sounded like he was already dying. He’d called her and told her to meet him at the usual, and he’d certainly sounded like he was at Death’s door. But Treat wasn’t at ‘the usual’ – the place they’d designated to meet up for this kind of call. Tanith sighed as she headed outside and back to her motorcycle. She was able to put two and two together. Very likely that Treat had gone after his mark, and just as likely that something had gone horribly wrong. She needed to find him and find out what happened. She needed to make sure their tracks were covered. She needed to make sure nothing could link back to her.

( And she should probably make sure he didn’t die, if she had the time. )

Who: Treat + Baron von Schnuffel
Where: Detroit
When: All day
Warnings: Swearing, violence

( Now there's gravel in our voices; glass is shattered from the fight. )

Who: Tanith and Treat (and Etzli!)
When: Nighttime
Where: Scarlet Oak -> Hotel di Sei Ali

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

Who: Tanith and Treat
Where: Treat's home ;; Tanith's...wherever
When: Morning

( Is the song of a deluded man that needs to be placed in intensive care. )

Who: Treat and Tanith (maybe Eztli, who knows with that damn cat)
When: Midday
Where: Mostly Anywhere but Here

It was exactly three weeks today since Tanith had gotten a good night’s sleep. Three weeks to the day since Alistair had been taken and given to Angeline. Tanith was far too suspicious to write that off as a mere coincidence. It didn’t add up though. It wasn’t like she felt guilty. She certainly wasn’t losing sleep because she felt bad for the piece of shit. She’d been the one that had wanted to kill him outright. Still did.

She would sleep, but never feel rested. When she woke, she felt certain that she was being watched. That she wasn’t alone. And that just wasn’t possible. Her room was so heavily warded that the cleaning staff wouldn’t even walk near her door. She’d even grown so desperate that she’d allowed that fucking cat to start sleeping in her room. It was no good. Something was wrong. Tanith grew increasingly frustrated with each passing night. Today, she decided it was time to do something about it.

After her last client of the day, Tanith went to her room to call Treat. She hadn’t spoken to him since their lunch... thing, but she knew he was involved with anti-vampire organizations. That was a good start. I’m going to regret this, she told herself, and with a sigh, she dialed his number.

( It can't be easy to shock Treat. )

Who: Treat and Ishiko
When: Two in the morning
Where: Cherryblossom place

( I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha. )