Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Graham, Rigby, and Zania
Where: Open mic night in Ann Arbor
When: Evening

( I'm listening to the same old crap that I've heard before. )

Who: Jezebelle and Nikita and a brief cameo by Graham at the end
Where: Heme
When: Evening

( Well get you hands off of this glass, last call my ass. )

Scene with Barnabas and Diana.

Scene with K-lee and Whisper.

For Gwyneth and Ale-Alejandro. :D

Who: Gabe & Gretel (“Penny”)
Where: From a street corner to a car seat to wherever she cons him the night takes them. Or, like, the grocery store.
When: 10 PM

Gretel had very determinedly not laughed when told about the curfew. For one thing, the too-deliberately casual expression on her mother's' faces was a clear warning sign of them expecting a fight. Or at least a heavy dose of whining. And while normally Gretel glibly accommodated her parents' nettlesome expectations, this time the charade seemed an effort not worth the profit. It was easier to roll her eyes and act distracted, to pick a fight with her older brother over remote control rights, and to sneak a couple of rice grains and specks of sesame into the soda bottle during the family pizza dinner. Chamomile oil would've been better, but.

( One had to work with one had—no matter how little *that* was. )

Who: Ben and Erika (and Petunia)
Where: The Mudhouse
When: 5:30ish

( ...police reports, terrible grades )

Who: Brian and Open
Where: Random grocery store
When: Afternoon

All right, fine. So it was a regular thing, having to help out with some shopping, usually getting stuff mom and James - boy that sounded very Oedipus of him, didn't it? Yikes - forgot to get. Brian was fine with it, he had been brought up with the notion that he needed to help out, that was fine by him most of the time. This was not one of those times. Not only had his mother interrupted a damn fine run of Counter Strike Source, but Brian also was not keen on getting out of the house. The other night, when he had to go to work, he'd all but shit his pants on the way to and from the Berry Bucket. The trick, he had found, was driving as fast as he could and stop for no one. No one. Unless someone happened to be standing right in the way of the car, obviously. In those cases, Brian just skewed around. Call it being a dick; in Brian Wayne's opinion, sometimes survival warranted being a dick. Deal with it.

( Brian Wayne going into overdrive in 5...4...3...2...1... )