Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Harper and Josh
When: Afternoon
Where: Sherry's Bakery

( He would hate for her to think that he was avoiding her just because she had gotten a little tipsy (and a lot undressed) )

Placeholder, pre-Homecoming disaster

Who: Lily and Rico
When: Pre-Homecoming
Where: Starting at Lily's house

The dance being cancelled on Saturday had been kind of a pain, but Lily had been able to get her hair appointment moved to the next day and so in the long run wasn't all that put out by it. Better to reschedule than have to worry about getting into and out of cars and the like in a downpour. She didn't consider herself to be overly girly, but if she was going to commit to hair and makeup and dress for the night, she'd be damned if it was going to get ruined before she could even enjoy any of it.

She'd spent the latter half of the afternoon getting ready; her hair was freshly done in a messy braided chignon, makeup done in smoky, warm neutrals to complement the pale gold accessories and dress she was so in love with. Pale gold heels finished the look, though she was definitely slipping a pair of roll-up flats into her clutch. She intended to do some serious dancing tonight, and highly doubted the heels would stay on the whole time.

The sound of the doorbell sent her in a rare flutter. "Mom, can you get that?" she yelled down the stairs. "I'm not ready yet!"

WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: The Landers home -> Homecoming
WHEN: Evening of Homecoming, Pre-chaos

If he were the kind to admit things, Max would admit that he was just a little nervous. Niamh had continued to be fairly reticent when it came to tonight, which was the root of Max's anxiety. If the evening didn't go right, he was going to throw a ridiculous fit. Internally, of course. There was no other kind to have. He'd seen the dress; he'd helped as much as she'd let him with the dress, but he hadn't seen the whole outfit. He didn't want to micromanage...oh, hell. He'd wanted to micromanage, but he'd also wanted her to offer so he could say yes. Not push himself on her. Max resisted the urge to chew on his thumbnail. Sighing to let out a breath, he did a yoga release just as they rolled up. He'd rented a limo, not a ridiculous stretch one that Russ had rolled out all his jock friends in, but a tasteful black number that gave his smaller group just enough seating. Was it ridiculous for twins to have rented two different cars for Homecoming? Perhaps in another family, but certainly not the Normandins. Max wouldn't be surprised if Russell actually rented two for his friends.

( Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known. )

Who: Dalila, Darklis, Lumen & Pancho
Where: The Family That Slays Together
When: After homecoming/wakey-wakey...

( They were moving. )

Who: Linnea, Isolde, Hiro, Valterri
Where: GOOD QUESTION AMIRITE
When: See above

The air was scented with dirt and grass and crisp autumn leaves. All good smells. Valterri must have left his bedroom window open last night. Only, no. That wasn't right. The light dancing behind the cells of his eyelids was all wrong. As he started to force his eyes open he felt strange. Disoriented. It took several long breaths of staring at the branches above him that he realized what was so wrong. It was like living inside of a black and white movie.

Things started to come back to him. He'd still been at the dance. He'd never admit to it, but he'd been honestly surprised at at least not getting on the court. He laughed it off and watched Rico and that SOAR chick dance, and then. . . and then . . . ? He remembered standing next to someone who was up one minute, and down the next. He'd turned to see what the hell had happened, and realized he was losing the fight with gravity himself. That had been it. He forced himself to sit up. He felt more or less okay, but stilll. . . slow. Like something was working its way out of his system. The lack of color was disorienting, but he still knew his mother's shape. Linnea Niemi crumpled on the ground was a familiar sight to the Niemi children, and even though his father was dead it still made Valterri's heart catch in his throat. He crawled over to his mother, for now willing to not deal with the blank and what insanity. He could deal with that after he confirmed his mother still had a pulse.

WHO: Gabriel & Victoria
WHERE: Hotel di sei Ali
WHEN: Late evening

( And you were born for leaving. )