Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Gideon
When: Just after sunset
Where: Chained to his floor in the trailer park

Who: Anastasia and Andrew
When: Early evening, though definitely after dark
Where: At Rogue Desires

( Having a beating heart should probably not be something in 'Qualifications' on a resume. )

Who: Patrick
When: June 22, 2009 -- shortly after midnight, with flashbacks to the 21st.
Where: Here, there and everywhere.

( It was quarter after midnight when he shot up in bed. )

Who: Imogene and Charlene
Where: Various places, mostly Town Hall and some random garage.
When: Around 1:00AM the morning of the 22nd
What: Vandalism and camaraderie

( One of the worst things about this human form - other than the legs and lack of claws of course - was the fact that she could not whistle or hum or make any sort of noise. )

Who: Reid and Fin
What: Meeting and discussing living situations
When: (Need to chat with Fin's mun)
Where: Reid's apartment.

Reid had decided to change into something more conservative. The loose black halter was great and all, but he thought that if he were showing the apartment to potential renters... The small, dark haired man slipped a more modest blue t-shirt on, text blazen across the front that read "Stunt Girl", and stopped into the bathroom to brush though his hair. Xercses was following closely behind him, only a few steps back, and the young fox kit looked puzzled.
"You're running about like a delicious chicken with it's head cut off." His voice was soft and Reid looked down at him a little impatiently. "Someone's coming to see the apartment -- and he sounded cute." He informed the fox before moving out to the livingroom to make sure the couch cushions were straight.
"So you're over your boss at the club then?" Xercses asked, still right behind him, and Reid could practically hear the laughter in the fox's voice.
"For your information -- nosy -- No, I am not. He is still the hottest thing on two legs with a brogue I've ever met, but..." He bent down, picking the fox up (despite a yelp and some minor protest from said familiar) and began to stroke its small head. "...if I want to look nice for guests, I'm going to look nice for guests."
The boy said he'd be there soon -- once he got his mom's van. And had Reid groaned internally upon hearing this? You bet he did. Was he really going to be rooming with someone twelve years his junior? Well, it all depended on how their personalities meshed he supposed.

Who: Dusty and Ava
When: 10pm-midnight
Where: Ava's place

( Concentration is aided by a healthy breakfast, so to speak. )

Who: Dusty and Gareth
When: 6:34am onward
Where: Trailer Park

( You're on top'a me... )

WHO: Gare and Gid
WHAT: Keeping each other company
WHEN: Three AM or so
WHERE: Gideon's place

( I guess he got laid tonight, in <i>my</i> god damned truck. )

Who: Brogan and Vivienne
Where: U of M Hospital/Vivienne's house
When: Monday June 22, 2009 Early AM

( Everything's Going to Get Lighter )

Who: Sonny and OPEN.
Where: Sunny's Diner.
When: A little after three p.m.

( Such a long damn day. )

Who: Autumn and Graham
Where: The Owl's Nest
When: Late evening

( I still blame LS for this. )

Who: Oscar and Johan
Where: Scarlet Oak Community Center
When: Mid afternoon

( for a skittish and hungover weredeer )

Who: Noah and Rowena
When: Evening
Where: Noah's place


Rowena had wanted to do something special for Noah for Father's Day, but with her sister's birthday being Monday and her having to work, she'd rearranged things and spent Father's Day with her sister and Raina's birthday with Noah. Either way it worked because by the time quitting time rolled around, she'd finally finished putting the finishing touches on her present for Noah.

( but better late than never )

Who: Prudence Fraser & Connor Kaideen
When: Late evening
Where: Connor's Room

( Not your typical cat burglar )

Who: Austin and Darcy
Where: random takeout place
When: 6:45pm

Austin had drawn the short straw and was nominated to go pick up take out for the shop. He didn't mind really, he was itching to get out of the shop some. So, he had tried to call in their order but realized they didn't take phone orders, so he got direction and drove there.

He walked up to the counter and placed their orders and sat down in the bar area to wait. He ordered a beer, the liquid feeling cool and smooth as it trickled down his throat. His mind flashed back to this morning. His mother had called and said that they were bringing Grace up so he wouldn't have to take time off to do it. Plus, they were meeting some other weres in Canada and this was somewhat on the way. So he was extra anxious to get things together so Grace would feel at home.

Who: Ryan and Ruby Lu
When: Afternoon
Where: The Dollhouse (Strip club in Ann Arbor)

The daylight crowd in strip clubs were always either disgusting or just sad. You'd see business men on their lunch hour who claimed to be here for the wing buffet; these tended to be the more disgusting ones, as they would call you over for a lap dance while stuffing their face with slimy hotwings - hotwings that never stayed in their system if Ruby Lu was the dancer. And then there were the guys that were just plain sad, the lonely looking bastards who just wanted a beer to cry into and someone to talk to. Some strippers didn't like the talkers, but Ruby Lu did. She was a charitable soul. She liked to help.

Today, Ruby Lu found, the place was really quite dead. She was one of two girls who had stage time, and there was very little point in it right now. She sighed and looked down at her super cute vintage 50s bikini, all white and ruffles. What a waste. Making a tiny squeak of a frustrated sound, she headed up front and took another good look around. Total. Waste. Sighing, she set her sights on the bartender. Oooh... he was new. Well, newer. The last bartender had died (heart failure in his early thirties, how ever did something like that happen?) a few weeks ago, and she had not yet had the time to meet the one one. So she bounced on over and took a seat at the empty bar. "Hi! Are you as bored as I am?"

Who: Adam Rowe and Langston Wilde
Where: A nice restaurant in town
When: Around dinnertime
What: Adam asks Langston to join him for a birthday dinner.



( It was with that thought in mind that he gathered what courage he had and called up Langston. )

Who: Rigby and Saoirse
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Guitar Center!

Saoirse was in an awful mood, but so were most of the people in her house. There'd been a vampire attack, an actual local vampire attack, and who else was going to come under immediate fire but the Heme crowd? It would still open tonight, but Saoirse wasn't looking forward to it. And she couldn't stay in the house, everyone was so stressed out and Saoirse wanted her space from all that. She'd headed to campus to see if she could find a free practice room - and of course, she couldn't. Great. She needed her own damned piano. She had one, in Grand Rapids - her parents had actually kept it - but she didn't feel right having it brought down here. That piano belonged there, back in the place where Saoirse had been a human.

God, I make no fucking sense. Driving herself crazy with her own thoughts, Saoirse finally headed over to Guitar Center, and straight into the keyboard room. She didn't have any intention of buying, not really. She just wanted to play for a while. The staff here was pretty cool about letting people dick around and jam away, so that was what she did. She sat down at one of the electric pianos, and just played, whatever came to mind, whatever she felt like, and she didn't care who was listening.

Who: Ransom, Torque, Patience (NPC)
When: Afternoon
Where: Weiss Auto Service

( A teenage boy who is tall, or who has suddenly grown )

Who: Quentin James and Torque Shriver
Where: Weiss Auto Service
When: Mid-morning
What: CLUSTERFUCK! I mean, Quentin meets the guy he's heard about it bits and pieces from Lia.



( So that was how Quentin found himself at the mechanic's shop that morning, sitting in the lobby, legs crossed under him, sketchbook in hand. )