Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Ransom and Charlotte
Where: Campsite
When: Morning
NSFW

Ransom slipped quietly back into the tent, slipping off his boxers before climbing back in with Charlotte. He was glad she hadn't woken in the few minutes he was gone, as he wanted to be there beside her when she opened her eyes. He cuddled against her, arm sliding around her waist, and shut his eyes again, letting himself drift off until she was ready to wake. They had nowhere to be and he was in no hurry to leave her, or their bed.

When Charlotte did slowly come awake, she felt safe and warm and completely contented. She could feel Ransom against her, and she couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to do anything to risk waking him up, but she did put her hand over his, lightly locking her fingers between his. She was still marveling at the night before.

( The only way to wake up. )

Who: Tayne and Jane
Where: Phonelands
When: Afternoon

After coming home from the ranch pleasantly tired and generally content despite half-spooking a dozen horses, Tayne finally got around to reading the newspaper, which was probably a mistake, since the front page story was about someone killing a prominent, outed were who had been a member of the police force. A hunter, probably. It made Tayne feel a bit queasy-- given he was both hunter and were, now.

Ironically, though, it also reminded him he had yet to call Jane. So he put the story away lest it completely ruin the rest of his lunch, finished said lunch quickly, and hunted down his cell phone. Sure enough, there was her number, and he hit "dial" in the contact menu, and hoped she picked up.

( But not for money )

Who: Seth & Tayne
Where: The Park
When: 6ish

( You found Narnia, didn't you? )

Who: Krist and Connie, and then Felicity!
Where: A gas station, and then Felicity's house
When: Sunset

Krist had lost the raincoat Tayne had given him several hours after having met him, the piece of paper with the addresses barely saved in time. He'd picked the paper up in his teeth and carried it with him through the forest, not sure what to do with it or with himself. The next morning found him stealing clothes out of the backpack of an unsuspecting - and sleeping - camper on the edge of the forest. The jeans were snug and didn't come down all the way and the shirt left something to be desired. It was all as snug as though it were his own skin and he shoved the paper into his pants pocket to keep it safe.

It was time to make a visit into town.

Walking to town in human form took several hours, and by the time he was there Krist was getting impatient. He wasn't exactly tired, but annoyed at how long it had taken. He stared at the buildings that led into a residential area, looking down one street after another curiously. Finally he found a street corner with a gas station, though what it was exactly was beyond him. His eyes followed the progress of cars on the road, still wondering what it was like to be inside them...

( And less accidental offers of help. )

Who: Jessalyn and Madock
When: Late morning
Where: Camp ground

Jessalyn knew when Madock had returned. She could sense him nearby and when she came out of the tent after finally brushing her hair, she saw him talking to Claire. He looked okay, but she could tell something was wrong. It was just the way his eyes looked, and the way his heart was beating. His face was a bit flushed, and Jessalyn could see he was upset. Or had been. Frowning a touch, she waited for him to come to her, since she didn't want to rush up to him and interrupt the conversation with his sister. She figured he would tell her whatever was bothering him. At least she hoped so.

( do you think we made a mistake? )

Who: Day and Hannah
Where: U of M
When: Midday

Day came jogging up to the parking lot where he was supposed to meet Hannah a few minutes late. Whoops? He just hoped she was still there, because as cool as it was to meet Lua and make plans to go before her firing-squad of friends tomorrow, he really wanted the college connection with Hannah.

He slowed to a stop on the sidewalk and bent over his knees, trying to catch his breath. A helpful little breeze swirled around, stirring his hair and helping him cool off. Physical activity was not something he did a lot of.

( And promises of a social life. )

Who: Nate and Rowan
When: Evening
Where: Phoneland

Rowan had meant to call Nate the previous day, but one of her job applications had lead to a random 'great, you start now!' and being thrown face first into a dinner shift. It had rather sucked, and there was the possibility of having a repeat. Once she had a few minutes to herself in the house, she grabbed the phone to give him a call, crossing her fingers he was still willing.

Nate was at home when his phone rang, placing a small bandage over a cut in his abdomen. He didn't answer right away, since he'd rather not stand there bleeding while he was chatting to whoever it was decided to call. But he finished quickly and let his t-shirt fall down over the gauze before snatching his cell from his desk. Noting the number and name, Nate grinned a touch before he answered. "Hey, Rowan." He was wondering if she'd been planning to call him, and it felt immensely satisfying that she had.

( ...plans to bleed! )

Who: Dorcas and Evan
Where: His place.
When: Just before 7 PM
Warning: NSFW

Dorcas had decided to give Evan a surprise visit since he'd done the same to her the night before. One turn deserves another though she wasn't sure if the previous one had been good or not. Still, she needed to make up for being a dramatic, stupid girl. So she had made him dinner - a pot roast that'd been slow cooked for the hours she'd been at work, mashed potatoes and corn - which was packed away in tupperware and was still pretty hot when she actually arrived and knocked on his door. The plastic packages were tucked away in a beach bag that had some other stuff in it that she was sure she was going to need (like a change of clothes in case he invited her to stay, y'know).

She had dressed in the shirt she'd stolen from him, having cut out the collar and carefully cut one of the shoulders so it hung down low on one side. It was very 80's in style and practically made her a flasher if not for the black tank top underneath. Paired with that were her ever present combat boots and a knee length denim skirt. Her blue hair was up in pigtails.

Knock knock knock. Surprise!

( and maybe a little risky business? )

Who: Dylan and Moria
When: Afternoon
Where: Phoneland

Dylan snuck into the back on lunch and dialed up the phone to call Moria. She wasn't sure if her friend was going on the camping trip that was being talked about in circles just outside of her, but she was curious.

Moira was in her room, trying to decide if a new hair style was in order when her cell phone rang. She picked up her Envy and grinned. "Dylan! Sup, girl?" she asked, sitting down on her bed.
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Who: Gabe and Charlotte
When: Afternoon
Where: campsite

There was something Charlotte had wanted to do before going home, so after explaining to Ransom, she went off in search of her family tree. With this property in her family for so many generations, and each one of those generations containing at least one earth elemental, it was needless to say that there were a few special finds in these woods. One of those finds was a large tree, which had had many alterations through-out the years. It was bigger than all the rest, with occasional engravings. The bark hadn't been cut or carved in any way, it had simply been manipulated to grow in such a way.

It was tradition to add to it every year, and this would be the first time Charlotte was actually powerful enough to do so. After some thought, she knelt down at the base of the tree, and put her hands in the earth, urging growth.

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Who: Monica and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: Afternoon

From the first sobering moments in Monica's morning she began thinking about the guy at the bookstore and how she had vowed to go back there. And she had to, especially because the full moon had gone smoothly thanks to her taking his advice. And also because he had the name and number of a contractor for a cage. Because now the truth was out and she and Hannah had to figure out a place for a cage in their already stuffed apartment. Oh, joy.

After a good, long shower, some Tylenol and food, she was ready to go. But the sunlight was still hurting her eyes quite a bit, which meant two things: sunglasses, and driving. Hey she had driven home quite intoxicated, she'd be alright hungover. Hopefully Dorian wouldn't notice, that would just give the best impression ever, wouldn't it? Maybe she would pick up some coffee before heading to the bookstore.

It wasn't that long a drive, and soon after getting a tall cup of cappuccino, Monica found herself outside Nevermore cracking her knuckles and taking a deep breath. She walked in with a bright smile and looked around, finally spotting Dorian at the center table reading. Not wanting to freak him out by suddenly appearing, she made her way slowly to the table and greeted him halfway there, "Hey Dorian." Hopefully he'd remember her. Otherwise this would just be awkward.

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