Not Honest: An Original RPG

seenfromspace @ 10:36 am: A Date, a date! A very important date!
Who: Pip and Felicity.
Where: Corner Pizza
When: Date night!


He was waiting, staring at the wall as he considered all his options. He could take her to Casablanca, or there was some weird movie showing. Mmm. Dates were hard to plan, particularly when one had to dodge over curious vampires that wanted to know where you were going.

The pizza parlor was winding down, it seemed, but Pip's stomach was growling. As bad as it was, he wanted the girl to show up so he could eat! He was a growing boy, after all, it was only expected that he wanted food.

Waiting, he picked at the table a little, turning his head back and forth as he watched people come and go. And yet his date was still missing.

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, pace ian patterson

lastgirlonearth @ 08:47 pm: Who: Felicity, open
Where: Scrawls
When: Friday, early afternoon.


"Are you aware of the evil that lurks in our city, hiding behind the guise of humanity?"

"Am I... what?" Felicity looked up and blinked at the guy at the counter, waiting to place his order. She was so startled, she almost burned herself with hot water, glaring at him as she messed up the drink she was currently working on. "What is that, some neo-goth version of asking if I've accepted Christ as my personal savior?"

"Have you?" The guy looked at her rather ernestly, and she just lifted a brow as she looked at him. He was a prep, but other than that he was kind of cute... before he opened his mouth, it seemed. She'd peg him at about 21, 22... and not the crazy sort. Just proved it took all kinds. She lifted her finger to hussh any further questions for now, and finished the drink she was making, handing it over to the waiting customer before turning back to crazy!guy.

"I don't generally consider that a worthy topic of discussion... What can I get you?"

"you don't believe. I could show you things. Secrets best left kept... horrors that should never be seen by the innocent. What would you say if presented with proof that the stuff of stories is real? Demons, Vampires..."

"Well, I'd probably ask a demon what he wanted to order... and I'd apologize to a vampire for not serving his drink of choice. So... what is your drink of choice?"

"Ahh... mocking what we do not know."

"Seriously? I'm a barrista. I serve coffee. I serve coffee when people order it. What do you want?"

"What would you say if I told you I wanted to save you?"

"... Seriously."

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, jean-julian alexandre marais, open

seenfromspace @ 08:43 pm: Who: Pip and OPEN
Where: Corner market near Damion's club
When: Friday Morning.


Pip was walking down the street, head in the clouds as he hummed along with his Ipod. It wasn’t his normal deal, to be out when the sun was up, or to be without his skateboard or otherwise childish hoodlum entertainment. He was, however, running errands.

Which meant finding food that was not meant for undead, or the like. He still had to survive in their world.

Stepping into the corner market he eyed the rows of food with a disinterested face. Pip didn’t cook. It was why he remained so thin, and unfed looking. The boy lived off cereal, milk, and cheesy mac. Or anything else that was fairly tasty and easy to cook in a microwave.

The question today was…what did he want to buy?

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, open, pace ian patterson

lastgirlonearth @ 05:36 pm: Who: Felicity, Open
Where: Scribbles Cafe
When: Early Evening

She loved this time of day... the high school kids had gone home, the soccer moms were off making dinner for their sprog, and the business men with their damned nbluetooth headsets had gone off to snazzier nighttime establishments. The nighttime coffee crowd had yet to arrive with their psuedointellectual esoteric conversations, and all her cursory cleaning was done. Against one wall sat a pair with their heads bent over laptops, writing away as they had been for hours in quiet collaboration... in the front sat a solitary guy reading a textbook of some sort. Her time was, at least in part, now her own.

( She was tapping happily away on arguing with a classmate online about the global ramifications of Mao's Great Leap Forward when she heard knuckles knocking on her counter and a male voice asking for a Frappuccino. )

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, iliana sartosi, open