Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Swapping one for the other hells yeah

Who: Niamh and Isolde (and respective familiars, possibly)
When: Late morning
Where: Landers house

While the whole hotel thing had been kind of fun (having a whole suite to herself? Yes, please!), Isolde was still happy to be home. Back to her pretty purple room with the clouds on the walls and the stars on the ceiling and everything inside. Living out of a suitcase wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. Yes, it was good to be home. Even if the ground floor was kind of a mess. Happily, Isolde could just stay up in her room unless the parents requested her help.

She'd been in her room, catching up with things on the internet when she saw her brother's status update. Cole had a girlfriend? Why did that seem... kind of... weird...?

Huh. She blinked at the computer screen a moment longer before standing up and going out in search of her brother. Being unable to find him, and knowing Mom would be busy with clean-up, she headed to Niamh's room instead. Lambykins, the little ewe familiar she'd for some reason ended up with, followed merrily. This should be good, he thought at her.

Shush, she thought back. Even if he was kind of right. Putting on a smile, she knocked on her (biological-)sister's door.

Who: Jameson McQueen and Kajsa Niemi
Where: The auto repair shop where Jameson "works"
When: Late afternoon


( Till we close our eyes for good. )

Who: Jameson and Jasper
Where: U of M Hospital
When: 10am


( You're in and out, up and down, wonder if you're lost or found. )

Who: Raya and Jameson
Where: Jameson’s house
When: a little after 8am
Note: Started in gdocs; to be finished in tags.


( You're gonna catch hell. )

WHO: Aurelia and Etienne
WHAT: Coffee
WHEN: Mid afternoon
WHERE: The Mudhouse

( I love coffee I love tea, I love the java jive and it loves me )

Who: Tanith, Angeline, Eztli (NPC) and OPEN! To other AG employees and clients alike ;)
When: Early evening
Where: Ad Gustum

Tanith was in one hell of a mood. Her big client of the day had put her there. The fact that she was now covered, from head to toe, in his blood did precious little to salvage that mood.

She hated these sorts of clients. The ones with… special needs. Her services were tailored to meet them, certainly, but there was a limit. A limit to her own dignity, for God’s sake, and when she had insisted as such, Domina had happily reminded her that it was a very fine line separating Tanith from a common whore in the Ad Gustum hierarchy. She could play ball, or Domina would find someone who would. So Tanith had met this bastard’s… requirements. As ridiculous as they were.

It turned out that this particular sad fanged bastard had been turned on his wedding night. He and his darling young wife had entered their honeymoon suite one fine August night in 1924, only to be attacked by a vampire. The little woman had been torn apart – he had been turned. He explained that he still felt a massive amount of personal guilt, having been unable to save his wife. He needed to be punished for his sins. And apparently was just the special sort of fucked in the head to want the image of his wife to be the one to do said punishing.

The vintage, hand-sewn wedding gown Tanith now wore cost more than some people made in a year. This morning, when Tanith and her client had checked in to an Ann Arbor hotel, it had been in pristine condition. As shining white as the diamond earrings she wore. Now, as she walked through the doors of Ad Gustum, there wasn’t a single pin-prick of fabric not permanently stained red with blood. With a heaving sigh, Tanith fell back into the first chair she saw in the grand entrance way, not giving a flying fuck who saw. She kicked the shoes off and across the hall for good measure. They were now a deep crimson as well. She dropped her bag on the floor beside her, closed her eyes, and tilted her head to the ceiling.

“Long day?” the sound of her familiar’s voice was not the comfort it was to most. It only made Tanith scowl.

“I am in no mood,” she warned the overgrown cat. “Go find yourself a ball of yarn and get out of my hair.” She needed a long, hot bath. And a massage. And a good, stiff drink. She did not need the cat - or anybody else - yapping at her.

Who: Jay & Hanna.
Where: Nondescript rooftop. As you do.
When: Late Night.
What: Oh, just brooding.

( All your theories turn to dust )

Who: Faith and Cleo
When: Late morning
Where: La Universidad!
What: A potential re-enactment of Rikki Tikki Tavi.

( Stops short of drawing blood. )

who: Zhari and Jacques
when: Late afternoon
Where: Superstition

( Believe in me, even if someone can't see the stronger woman in me. )

Who: Lumi and Jared
Where: Side-street
When: Night

( Met an angel on the streets. )

Who: Leon and Viuly
Where: Almasy home
When: 1pm
Warning: NSFW


( Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. )

Who: Alejandro and Melia
When: Late afternoon
Where: The lake!
What: Awesomeness. Probably.


( Probably one of the only times I can have a PONY! cut tag and be even remotely close to accurate. )

Who: Antonin and Briallen
Where: Random street
When: Pre-dawn

( But I can sort them through. )

Who: Treat and Ishiko
When: Two in the morning
Where: Cherryblossom place

( I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha. )

Who: Alejandro and Perseypoo
When: Morning
Where: Sephie's waterfall

( But I loved her first; I held her first. )

Who: Cameron & Amanda
When: Early evening
Where: Home

( I'm looking for words that were so well rehearsed. )

Who: Chance & Dani
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: Midday

( Delicious in your tummy, painful on your pants. )

Who: Garrick Evans and OPEN
When: Nighttime
Where: The underground fighting ring


( Give me a reason to believe. )

Who: Grayson Mudali and Nikita Vostrikova
When: Afternoonish
Where: Cherryblossom Place


( We'd lie and tell our friends it's so much fun out here. )