Erato

[ There is a woman dancing -- eyes closed, gentle swaying, twirling to the soft music, a contrast against the otherwise erratic flames of the bonfire. Flowing rose pink dress, long hair half gathered by her nape where white night-blooming jasmines and small yellow primroses were tucked into the lavender tresses.

Once she opens her eyes, she spots... you. And whether or not she knows you she stops dancing so as to approach with a warm smile, and-- is that a flower garland she is holding? And yes, she is offering it to you-- ]

Will you dance with me?



(( OOC: Here be Sasha with memories from marinasylum and is dreaming from sleeping at the hospital. Mostly here for funtiems, general CR and who knows, maybe other things~ She can also be bothered while she's dancing so, have at~? ))

[Caroline hasn't gotten a lot to eat since she ended up here, and the lack of her food-to-displace-urges program has not gone well. There are people around her. Even if she doesn't know who, even if she can't see them, even if there's walls between them and she's finding it weirdly difficult to locate people face to face, she can feel them. Pumping blood, their pulses steady and strong or hot and frantic, the murmur of voices, the susurrus of breathing, and she is so freaking hungry.

Was this conspicuous table of cupcakes suspicious? Well, yeah. Could she afford to care? No.

Caroline grabs a handful of cupcake and shoves it into her mouth in the desperate hope of relieving the itch in her teeth.]

Oh, thank god.


[OOC: Have a hungry vampire? She's struggling to distract urges right now, so she's probably eating cupcakes as fast as her mouth can go. It can just be a cupcake thing or there can be blood, I'm good with anything.]