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January 4th, 2014


[info]sanguinante in [info]light_of_may

the double date from hell

Who: Dominic, Camilla, Castel, and Keira
When: Evening
Where: The twin's penthouse --> Restaurant

Camilla was trying very hard to remain in the birthday spirit. )

[info]_maverick in [info]light_of_may

I want your love and I want your revenge

Who: Dominic and Keira
When: 12:30pm, before the double date from hell
Where: Ann Arbor ---> restaurant


You and me could write a bad romance. )

[info]ampedto11 in [info]light_of_may

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

Who: Melody and open!
When: Midday
Where: Streets of SO, near the high school scene

When Melody had woken up on Monday morning and heard about what was going on at SOHS, she'd had two immediate thoughts. The first was that this was probably only going to encourage her parents' argument in favor of private schools; the second was that she wanted to go down and help. She hadn't really been sure how, she'd just shown up, and run into a group of friends. One of which had gently pulled her aside and pointed out that maybe, just maybe, a crowd full of scared, traumatized family members wasn't the world's greatest place for a psychic amplifier. Just in case. Melody had conceded to this fact and retreated, but she never went far. Rather than abandon the idea altogether, she'd gone back home, grabbed a guitar case, and gone out again. That time she planted herself further down the street, in an area a lot of people had to cross to get to the school, put up a sign explaining her intentions, and started to busk. At the end of the day she used every last dime thrown into her guitar case to buy food or coffee or blankets or whatever it was that seemed to be in demand by the family members who refused to leave the school. She'd come back and done the same every day.

The music was always light. Nothing deep, nothing heavy, no depressing lyrical content. At the same time, nothing so flippantly cheerful or optimistic to be seen as insensitive. Sometimes people stopped and listened, sometimes people had requests. If people made requests, she filled them. That lead her into a rendition of American Pie, and the man who had asked her for it smiled and stayed a few verses. Then he threw a dollar in her guitar case and moved on.

It wasn't a bad way to spend the days.

[info]handson in [info]light_of_may

This shit ain't cute.

Who: Nick and Erin
When: Morningish
Where: U of M hospital

Erin was getting real used to seeing people die in the most bizarre and horrific ways possible.

She had really, really hoped that she'd go to sleep and wake up in the morning and whatever the barrier had done to her would have worn off and she could be normal again. The second she had hit her alarm clock off, only to see it being used to bludgeon someone to death, she knew this was not the case.

That morning had been a special sort of hell, and Erin had learned early on that she needed to get out of her house while somehow managing to touch as few things as possible. She could handle horror-movie images in her head at all times, but not when they involved her family members. She'd dressed and hauled ass out of the house. By the time she'd driven to work she'd mentally experienced her car being used to run people down no less than three times before she realized she had to keep her hands on the steering wheel at all times and move as little as possible.

At the hospital, the first thing she did was don a pair of plastic gloves. She tried to keep as much of her skin as possible covered. This seemed logical.

She then proceeded to ask every person she encountered to rate the level of trauma in their life on a one to ten scale. This was somewhat less logical, but anytime she got a five or lower, she touched them. Just because she had to keep checking if it wore off. This was the sort of mood she was in when she leaned gently against the elevator wall, needing to go get a coffee. She needed a lot of coffee for this. And then the elevator doors opened and she saw Nick.

"Nick!" Fuck, man. She just couldn't help it. "Perfect. On a scale of one to ten, one being you once had a bad picture day at school and ten being a survivor of the Titanic only to end up dying of cancer after suffering through twenty years of an abusive marriage to someone who routinely made you watch them murder puppies, how traumatic would you say your life has been?"

[info]thoushaltnoteat in [info]light_of_may

the cost of living

Who: Valya, Kahlan & Holly
Where: Starbucks
When: Noon

It was always a bad idea for Valya to take a nap -- and not because someone always died. )

[info]thisoldwolf in [info]light_of_may

you see, it's in the blood

Who: Nicci & Jules
Where: Outside SOHS
When: Mid-morning

Shit, did he need to answer that? )