Doors Logs

Who: Ashleigh and Aiden
What: So they went out drinking and then ... (also including an alter switch.)
Where: Arcadia Unbound
When: Recentlyish
Warnings/Rating: Sads. Some shirtlessness. More sads. So much awkwardness.

( Ash gestured between them, and fuck her but her voice cracked on the word 'this', the hurt starting to bleed through the confusion, not quite understanding what had gone wrong so quickly. )

Who: Ashleigh and Aiden
What: After the party Ash decides to head to Aiden's shop, rather than going home.
Where: Arcadia Unbound
When: Backdated to right after the event.
Warnings/Rating: None

( Her fingers strayed to her throat, to that phantom feel of a knife pressing there, and she had to close her eyes at the memory, still fresh and sharp. )

Who: Pitch & Ash
What: A nightmare
Where: Dreamland
When: Backdated to the dream plot
Warnings/Rating: Dark imagery, upet Ash

(  Reaching out to one of the trees, black shifted over the bark and began spreading out through his touch, much like it might have had he been watching from the outside. Perhaps there was some benefit to being on the inside, but he would have to see, first. The blue, blue sky above began to turn dark until clouds mercifully began to blot out the hated son. )

Who: Sam & Ash
What: Testing out a bike
Where: The shop Sam works at
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: None!

( Sam was jumpy. She'd been jumpy since dinner with Joey, and she hadn't managed to settle the fuck down yet. )

Who: Ashleigh and Aiden
What: Book shopping.
Where: Aiden's bookstore
When: Recently!
Warnings/Rating: None

( Do you cook? Or do you subsist on take out like every other man I've met here? )

Who: All Marvel young'ins & dates/invites
What: Prom
Where: Webster Hall
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: 1) Since locations are similar, please place character names in subject lines. Example: Peter & [Open] or Peter & MJ. 2) Multiple threads are allowed concurrently in this post. 3) Warn in subject lines if things get heated.

The venue is Webster Hall. The entrance hall is dotted with chandeliers, and the sitting area is glamorous, while the dance floor is loud and darkly bright. The upper-level hall that surrounds the crowded dance floor offers a little quiet, and a little privacy. Since there aren't enough chaperones for the space, and it's easy to slip into the dark upper corners without notice. Early in the evening, someone spikes the punch, and sweet liquid has a burning bite to it. The venue is rented until 2 am, and there whispers of after-parties throughout the city.