Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Satu and Isolde
Where: Mall in A2
When: After school

Despite the fact that Isolde frequently found Satu to be intimidating, she was still a friend. Beyond that, Isolde considered her to be something of an ideal shopping partner. Satu would never hesitate to call things as she saw them. Sometimes she may be a little too honest, and Isolde would feel the need to hide behind something, but sometimes she just needed that honesty. If Satu thought something was stupid, she'd probably tell Isolde and be done with it. She wouldn't smile and nod and then make fun of her behind her back, the way some (most) of Isolde's high school circle would have. She also had older siblings, and could probably relate to Isolde's sense of utter bafflement as to where to start when it came to shopping for Niamh. She kind of missed the days when she was a little kid and her parents handled that sort of thing. She was cute, but not cute enough to keep getting away with that.

Isolde pushed her sunglasses on top of her head as they walked inside, and looked around to try and figure out where to start. She couldn't help but feel like she owed Niamh something really nice this year. Niamh had actually been super cool to her yesterday! She almost felt like they had bonded over this terribly hilarious thing that had happened to Cole. "Everything Niamh likes is depressing," she said, wrinkling her nose up. "I don't even know where to start."

Who: Livia and Ladonna
When: Evening
Where: Heme

It was a rare thing indeed for Ladonna to admit to having a boss, but everybody had to answer to somebody. She didn't like it, and most days she would deny it, but she had to answer to the house. The house had told her to set up her game in Michigan, and she had bitched, but she had done it. The house had also told her she had a week to introduce herself to the area's toll collector. Ladonna had waited to the sixth day just because she could, and then she went to find the so-called head bitch in charge.

She sighed heavily as her driver pulled into the Heme parking lot. When he opened her door she headed straight to the door, pulling her sunglasses off even if she could see just fine. She bypassed the line of waiting humans, ignoring a few calls of annoyance. "I'm looking for a woman named Livia Morgan," she told the doorman in a bored tone. "House business." Of the most annoying sort.