Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Melody and Gwyneth
Where: Melody's house
When: mid-afternoon

( And all I've got is your hand )

Who: Vendela and Open
Where; Scarlet Oak Community Park
When: Afternoon
Why: It's a glorious day!

( A beautiful day in the neighborhood... )

Who: Domina and Zaviar
Where: Clearing in the woods
When: 10:00 a.m.
Warnings: ...guaranteed to go badly.

( On his face is a map of the world. )

Who: Kate and Kieron
What: Random chance encounter at the Berry Days Festival
When: Mid-Afternoon

There was no reason Kieron actually wanted to be at the Berry Days Festival, except that he'd do anything to get away from a nagging little lizard who seemed to be following him around wherever he went. Gilbert, or so he'd called himself, was obviously not going to buddy buddy with Kieron's little puppy Spike, and so he decided to get this thing off his back, he'd take the dog to the berry days festival since it was outside and it was in public. At least if anything he could snag some free food while he was there. Of course Spike, his cocker spaniel puppy, had her own idea of what she wanted to do on the walk, so she dragged Kieron every which way across the length of the festival and by about an hour, he was ready to take the lizard over Spike. Finding an unoccupied bench somewhere off to the side, Kieron sat down on it and tried to hold onto her leash tight. For a puppy of her size, she had some serious strength.
( Sugar melts the acid rain. )

Who: Graham and Kinah
Where: Random dark alley
When: Late evening

( Your heart stops within you. )

Who: Marie-Denise and Ben
When: 8pm-ish
Where: Berry Days Festival

Since the demon attacks, Marie-Denise had been hesitant to leave her house. Despite trying to make a stand and get out as much as she could, there was still a hesitance in her stride as she stepped out the door. Tonight though, was the Berry Days Festival and there was no way Marie-Denise could give up the chance to spend sometime around the chaos of people that made up the Berry Days. If there was one thing she loved it was people watching and what a better way than under the setting sun, the sweet smell of life on the air and a nice glass of wine. (A side of fresh berries, of course.) Being French, she could hold her drink better than most her size, but the heat played with her and after only a few glasses she could feel the airiness of the alcohol in her system.

( Ça va, cherie? )

Who: Graham and Jezebelle
Where: Their home
When: 1am
Warning: NSFW

( I can take the trouble, 'cause I'm 60 feet tall. )

Who: Coralyn and Fiona (and Guinevere)
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: 2:00pm-ish

( Hey, you with the bird )

Who: Liliya, handful of NPCs
Where: Scarlet Oak --> Chicago
When: Veeeery early morning --> Afternoon
Warnings: Slight violence

( You do what must be done. )

Who: Élise & OPEN
What: Dinner (warning: violence) & then... bedlam?
Where: Outside the Baptist church
When: The darker side of sunset

( 'Cause life is full of your regrets, & I should be one. )

Who: Grim and Odette
Where: Odette's Antique Shop
When: Late afternoon
Why: Because Grim's lookin' fer family

Considering all that had happened, it was surprising Grim wasn't in a worse mood. He hadn't managed to kill that little whelp, he'd lost his favorite jacket, and to top it all off he was now out of his last vial of earth elemental blood. Still, killing that one little human had managed to turn this entire town against supernaturals, and with just a little bit more of a push in the right direction they'd be grabbing their pitchforks and lighting their torches. Oh and he would be at the head of the mob, leading a nice huge bloodthirsty pack across town for some sweet vigilante justice. He was beginning to like this little town.

To make said plans come true however, he was going to need a few more of his own kind. If the general idea was to get these people riled up against werewolves in general then they really couldn't be seeing the same one doing all of the random acts of violence he was planning. Luckily as he was stalking his way about town Grim picked up the scent of another Canis Lycaon on the wind. Attempting to blend in as much as possible for a rather huge individual who's clothes looked like they'd been run over, he followed the trail over to what appeared to be a quiet little shop.

Walking inside, Grim had to momentarily duck his head as he headed through the door. Immediately moving over to the only human occupying the place, the colossal vampire grabbed the little warm blood by his collar and lifted him off the floor. With a snarl he let loose a low growl and a barely audible, "Shop's closed."

Who: Bunny and Open!
When: Noonish
Where: Scarlet Oak Public Library

Bunny was having a bad day. Bad week. Bad month, really. And certainly bad enough without 'is mercilessly slaughtering at random part of a were's nature' all over the stupid news. It was like fate had sent a messenger to suckerpunch her right where it counted.

And of course, it was all her parents were talking about. Her mother, in a fit of indignant, righteous rage, had been glued to CNN all day, often shouting angrily at the TV. And her father was quiet - way too quiet. The looks he directed at his wife and eldest daughter and mostly his silence made Bunny wonder if he wasn't considering how true it could be. After all, his daughter had killed someone. And she'd yet to lose a night of sleep over it.

I can't deal with this, Bunny had decided, and after grabbing her camera bag, she got the hell out of that house. Initially, she just wandered. When her aimless footsteps took her in front of the public library, an idea dawned on her. She headed in, making a beeline for the records section. Five minutes later, she had a dusty old book - damn near as big as Bunny herself - and was plunked down, skimming newspaper articles from 1953. If no one was going to give her answers about the great aunt she'd never known she'd had, she'd find them herself.

Who: Billie and Charlene.
Where: Berry Days' Festival.
When: Early Afternoon.
What: Just Billie walking around.
Why: Because Tessa was starting to look at her like a hawk would look a nightingale after a week of fast,

So, outside wasn't that bad.

Actually, it was pretty good. It wasn't a big surprise for Billie, but still, self-assurance worked wonders with her. Walking with a small bag of strawberries under her right arm, she had to wonder why she hadn't walked out more. Because I'm a coward of sorts? Yes, that was helpful. Still, the festival was pretty nice, and considering her animal side ate only plants and bugs, looking at the strawberries was slowly building an apetite on the young were. She needed to ask Tessa to drive her around the town more, so she could arrive at different places by herself; what was the point on flying somewhere if she was going to end up naked? Nobody would attend her like that. Or get way too much attention...

She was thinking about all the wrong things that afternoon.

"Strawberries, strawberries. S-traw-be-rrie-s-s-s." It was a mutter/song/humming sound that she had been doing, her pleasant mood showing, regardless of her thoughts. She always had a way to sound more concerned than she actually was. Her humming was pretty nice to the ears too, although she wasn't paying attention, but people around her would turn to listen to the tune as she passed. Should someone point it out, Billie's voice would probably break and die for a good while.

Maybe she should buy a bigger bag?

Who: Evan and Erin (and a bunch of crazy picketing NPCs)
When: Morning
Where: Forsythe and Family Funeral Parlor

With no work on her table for the rest of the morning, Erin finished her paperwork and set her mind to determining what next. Sticking around the house, probably, in case something should come up. First, she knew she needed to pay her respects at the showing upstairs. Very rarely did Erin show to any funeral for someone she’d never met personally, but the death of a local teenager wasn’t something she took lightly. Appearances should be made. And she knew better than to make said appearances looking the way she did now. Knowing poor Claire Korey’s friends and family would be turning up for the first day of her showing any minute now, Erin headed upstairs to change and cast some glamors. First, she headed into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. That was when she heard the noises.

Angry noises, and chanting - most of which she couldn’t quite make out. A thoroughly perplexed look on the medical examiner’s face, she headed over to the window above the sink, and pulled the lace curtain back.

She dropped her coffee mug. “Oh hale no,” she growled, anger boiling up inside of her. Protesters. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Cruel signs proclaiming everything from ‘God hates freaks’ to ‘Burn the Witch!’ Were they fucking serious?

Coming from an official standpoint, it would be a bad idea for the county medical examiner to head outside and shove a picket sign up some bumfuck redneck’s ass. It would reflect poorly. And yet Erin was heading for the door, fists clenched angrily. “EVAN!” she shouted, throwing open the back door. “CALL THE POLICE. SOME TRESPASSERS ARE ABOUT TO BE SHOT.”

( Dis gon be good. )

DATE: Monday, July 20, 2009.

BIRTHDAYS: Jokull (Too bad he's DEAD...)

WEATHER: No changes from yesterday!

EVENTS: The death of local teen Claire Korey is still dominating local news. Except now, news of her death has become national. The news that a vampire and a were were on the scene at the time of her death has turned out to be a bit of a bombshell, with some very unexpected consequences. Of course, the human rights activists are still blaming all supernaturals – this is nothing new or even surprising. What is surprising is how certain supernatural groups are responding to it. In a live CNN debate over the Human Rights / Supernatural Rights issue last night, an open vampire politician from Chicago stated, "While unfortunate, the incident comes as no surprise. All weres are as much in touch with their animal natures as they are with their more civilized side. If a domesticated wolf or tiger turns on its handler, is that such a surprise? They're still a wild beast. Weres struggle every day to contain the beasts within, and they cannot always be expected to be successful in this endeavor." Considering there was also a were on the panel, it's unsurprising to find that shit immediately hit the fan. A heated argument erupted between the two, with weres blaming vampires, and vampires blaming weres – all the while, the Human Rights representatives laughed with a sense of supreme justification. "Look!" one stated, sounding rather excited about it all, "The Supernatural Rights party is at war – even with itself! We're to trust them as equals?"

Footage from this incident has been playing on local stations across the country, and it's causing a fair bit of outrage. Reporters theorize that it could drive a wedge between vampire and were relations, and right now, such a thing could do nothing but hurt the cause for supernatural rights. It's also reported that Bram Moriarty will be taking part in a television debate on the same channel tomorrow night.

All this nationwide publicity has done more than sparked debates. It's drawn unwanted attention from an unlikely place – the Westburo Baptist Church. Known for being the church in charge of godhatesfags.com and protesting everything under the sun, from soldier funerals to Lady Gaga concerts, the group has taken to picketing supernatural funerals as well. And starting bright and early, a whole lot of them are parked out in front of the Forsythe and Family Funeral Parlor in protest of the showing for Claire Korey's funeral. This is probably going to end badly...

An old mill in Ann Arbor exploded late last night around 11 PM, and has since been ruled as arson. Police and fire crews are still investigating the scene.

In happier news, it's Strawberry day at the Berry Days festival. Live entertainment includes a Moto-X competition and a children's talent show.

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