carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

Who: Dasha & Annabelle or Adair
What: Guess who's back?
When: Late evening on June 30th
Where: Outskirts of the carnival
Rating: TDB
Status: New

In retrospect, the note to Arkady had been a bit cryptic. Perhaps a short conversation about why she needed to leave for several weeks might have been simpler and less melodramatic, but it would likely have involved explanations, and Dasha wasn't one to divulge more of her personal business than was strictly necessary. She was, however, a person--for certain corpsified values of 'person'--of her word, and as she'd promised in her letter, she was back, just after sundown, before the month's end. She was also--though she'd made no mention of it in her correspondence--looking a bit worse for wear in some ways, and better than others. There was a tired look about her, as if she hadn't been sleeping well--a silly idea, as vampires didn't really need sleep--but she moved with a renewed air of strength and predatory grace as she made her way across the open field in which the carnival had set up shop, drinking in the familiar sounds of the evening's first business.

Who: Dasha and Slade
What: A chance encounter, while waiting.
When: June 7th, while Roman's at rehearsal
Where: Roman and Slade's trailer
Rating: TDB
Status: In Progress

In theory, Dasha should have been rehearsing. It was only a few more days until she would be joining Roman under the big top for the debut of their double act, and with how dangerous some of the stunts they were considering could be, there was no such thing as too much preparation.

The problem was, Dasha didn't feel like it. It had been a long week full of hot, sluggish nights and poor hunting, culminating in this evening's feeding fiasco, which had involved a scuffle with a thick headed neonate eager to swipe another vampire's meal. Dasha had fended him off--with an embarrassing amount of difficulty, which she blamed on his size--but in the process, had taken a mallet sized fist to the ribs, leaving her bruised and with a few hairline fractures for her trouble. The fight had broken the mesmerism she'd placed on her food--a pretty redhead who'd been trying to 'hey mister' her way into a six pack of free beer outside a convenience store--and, to her annoyance, Dasha had been forced to catch the girl and drain her completely, then trek two hours to dispose of the body by sinking it to the bottom of a quiet, out of the way lake.

She was definitely not rehearsing tonight. So, instead, Dasha made her way uncomfortably across the grounds, with the full intention of picking the lock on Roman's trailer door and borrowing his shower. Happily, she found she didn't have to break in; the door was unlocked, and there were towels in Roman's bedroom. Muttering a brief prayer of thanks--though as she was an atheist, she did not know to whom--Dasha selected a fluffy white one out of the pile, and folded it across her arm. The hot water would do her good, she thought. It would be nice to get the pond scum from the lake bottom off her skin, and soothe away the tension leaving knots in every muscle group it could find. Even her teeth hurt, though that was less unusual than she would have preferred; the steel implants where her eye teeth should have been ached in cold weather, after overuse, or when she was under an inordinate amount of stress, such as at present.

"Fool of a will worker," she muttered in English, stopping on her way towards the bathroom to examine her teeth in the mirror. Her gums were swollen and angry looking. "Could you not have made them to be removed every once in a while?"

Who: Dasha and Ana
What: Opening Night
When: Prior to curtain up
Where: Shreveport
Rating: TBD, presumably low

( I don't know who you think you are / But before the night is through / I wanna do bad things with you )

Who: Dasha & Roman
What: God only knows.
When: Evening
Where: Carnival, Streets of Savannah
Rating: NC-17 (Reasons TBA)
Status: Incomplete

( My secret friend - come take me to the river. )

Who: Dasha & Arkady
What: A little less conversation, a little more action, or something like it.
When: 7 PM
Where: One of the makeup trailers
Rating: TDB

( All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me / A little more bite and a little less bark )

Who: Adair and Dasha
What: Tensions mounting, Tensions shown
Where: the back of Carnival grounds
When: Just after dusk
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence

( She'll suck you dry, and still you'll cry to be back in her bosom--to do it again. )

Who: Dasha & Roman
What: A clash of kings, less George R. R. Martin and more Monty Python & the Holy Grail.
When: Just after dusk, 5/16
Where: Roman's trailer
Rating: Mild, for language.

( We’re gypsies in the palace, he’s left us here alone / The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne )

Who: Dasha, Adair, Possibly Arkady
What: "Her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes." [ENTRANCE]
Where: The Midway
When: Just after the Midnight Show
Rating: TBD

( Queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. )