Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Jo and Roxy
When: Early Morning
Where: SOHS Lawn

( If there was one thing that she hated more than doing nothing, it was feeling useless. )

Who: Harper & Livia (NPC!nobody guy)
Where: Sherry's Bakery
When: Just before 8pm

( 'So, like, did you say you had coffee?' )

Who: Emilia and Nysa
Where: UofM campus --> restaurant
When: Evening

( He refilled my prescriptions. )

Who: Emilia and Lux
Where: Local gym
When: Quite early in the morning

( The deal was - the deal always was - that if she could finish it inside of fifteen minutes then she could drive. )

Who: Charlene and Roxy
Where: Outside the high school
When: Later afternoon

( Charlene wanted to surprise Roxy. )

Who: Jason and BJ (And Endellion)
When: Morning
Where: Some random corner store

A day later, BJ was finally 100% willing to accept that Liam had not dropped acid and really was just suffering from his own stupidity of projecting into the barrier. She was also still cleaning puke on a regular basis, and wasn't willing to take that blindfold off of him for a million dollars. She'd stayed up through the night watching after him, and sometime after the sun finally rose she went into Ryan's room, kicked him awake, and told him it was his shift while she went to the store. Then she took what was probably the equivalent of three hot showers, dressed prettily just for the sake of being able to feel clean and goddamn pretty, grabbed Endellion, and hit the road.

When the little fennec fox trailed at her feet inside the store, the clerk didn't say a word. They knew her here by now, and BJ had a pretty good handle on what places in the area were familiar friendly, and what places were HEY GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE. Those may or may not have been places that had also mysteriously had a dumpster set on fire at some point, but this was really neither here nor there.

BJ had practically filled the entire cart at the household cleaner aisle, and then she realized that Liam might dehydrate if she couldn't get him to keep something down. So off to the grocery section she went, in search of Gatorade and applesauce.

And that was when Endellion went nuts.

"New smell"! she announced, happily, and woosh. Off she went. "New smell! New smell! Not human! New smell! Woodsy! Canine!" the familiar whirled around the corner, and BJ could hear Endy's claws skidding on the linoleum. "Oh, he's cute, too!"

"Goddammit," BJ whispered, before pushing her cart as fast as she could after her familiar. At that point everyone in the store was looking at her and the fox and the boy - who, yes, was pretty cute - and who her familiar had possibly outed as... something. Great. Just freaking great. "Seriously, Endy, can we not?"

Who: Josh and Gabby, with Crayola(NPC'd!)
Where: Sherry's Bakery
When: afternoon, around 3pm

( More fire! )

Who: Dagmar
When: Early afternoon
Where: Niemi house

( You don't need to drink )

Who: Quentin and Madeleine
Where: Panorama
When: Afternoon


( The tide's out, the ship's run aground, we drown traitors in shallow water. )

Who: Bess & Lizbeth (& NPC!ghosts)
Where: The Golden Dragon
When: Late morning

( Did this mean they were emotional support? )

Who: Fluffy and August
Where: Convenience store closest to the high school
When: Afternoon

( Her garden's more savage than ch-ch-cherry colas )

Who: Ben and Kendal
When: After school (around 4pm)
Where: Outside the Hathaway residence

Ben's cousin's reaction to his announcement that he'd gone on an impromptu date with a Hathaway had been hilarious. It had been like Ben had told him he was getting married - which considering how the date came out in the first place, was kind of appropriate. Later Ben realized that had been his first date since Amelia, and it had been with someone who was virtually himself only of the opposite sex. He wasn't sure he wanted to love and leave this one, even if he didn't really want to illude himself with long-term possibilities again either. Actually, Ben had sort of settled on best friends for life, maybe platonic soulmates or something. Melody had seemed as up for anything as he was, with about as many concerns as he had. They would get into all sorts of shenanigans, he just knew it.

Another difference was that for all the upper-middle class privilege he'd been born in he did not belong to a big name family who actually owned most of the town. Melody did. He had to admit he was curious, so the next logical step was to check out the Hathaway mansion when he had some free time. He had actually called his mother - who loved the Hathaways for how much business they gave her - and asked for the address, stating some bogus reason that didn't mention dating or women anywhere in it.

Once he had dropped his stuff of at home after school he got back into his car and drove to 3rd Street. She didn't live that far from him but her neighborhood was eons above his just by looking at it. Ben drove slowly up the street, parking across the street from Melody's house in order to not look conspicuous. Of course the fact that he then crossed the road and stared up at the huge house, pacing up and down its length and peeking to the sides, rendered his parking strategy useless.

WHO. T.J. and Maxine
WHEN. Evening
WHERE. Streets of Scarlet Oak

( Of course, someone else divvying out illegal substances would have been smart enough to wait until night had fallen fully, but no one would ever accuse T.J. of being smart. )

Who: Mercy & Ryan
Where: ... A bar.
When: Night

( Son of a bitch. )

Who: Fable & Valya (NPC!vampire)
Where: Streets of SO
When: Evening
Warning!: Violence

( It had been such a quiet day. )

Who: Aiden and Emyli
When: the Friday night shift!
Where: Anywhere But Here

If Aiden wasn't usually in a bad mood, the fact that one of his co-workers was stuck in that bloody school would do it. Every time he walked into the bar he was reminded of Rowan's absence and it just did not sit right with him. Yet another thing he was powerless to change. It only added to Aiden's already pretty strong urge to lash out at something - or rather, someone. His fingers twitched with the imminence of flame at the smallest provocation nowadays and he had a feeling it was because he knew that, after what had happened between him and James at the high school, sabotaging what they had was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Nothing he could fight against.

As was customary the Friday night shift wasn't going ahead without some booze for the bartenders. It wasn't a rule, but Aiden at least couldn't do it any other way. The sheer amount of drunken douchebags this place attracted on a night like tonight made it impossible for him to work sober. It was just shy of 10pm and he was already halfway through a bottle of tequila - the cheap stuff. The place was busy, full of varying degrees of greasy smelly customers as well as a bunch of hipsters whose custom was to take to hole in the wall type places that were "out of the norm" and make them "the place to be" over time. Or so he'd heard one of them say to the others.

It made him sick, the whole thing.

Who: Troy and Victoria
Where: A backstreet a few blocks away from the high school
When: Early afternoon

So her first encounter with a fae hadn't gone swimmingly. So what? Failure was definitely an option when encountering the so-called creator races for the first time; at least that was what Victoria was telling herself since then. The man had been full of himself and too high on his own sense of self for her taste, that did not mean all fae were like that. Victoria knew better. While yesterday Victoria had roamed the streets aimlessly today she had left the hotel fully intent on finding herself another one of the fair folk, now she had their smell down.

This time, however, she was not going to make small talk. She wanted to taste that blood, see what it did to her and add that one to her list. The chosen fae could come willingly...or not. The entire problem here was that Victoria had very little information on her chosen prey's routine, where they went and what they did when on this plane of existence. So she was doomed to roam this sad town once again, trying to focus on feeling the scent of anything remotely interesting. She took a turn into yet another empty backstreet without noticing where she was going, hearing no sound but the clickety-clack of her boots on the pavement. This was a desolate places.

Who: Leif and Domina
When: Morning
Where: The doom-dome, where Setekh had his fun

This morning, as the family got ready to leave the house as a group and arrive on scene, Domina's mother had informed Domina that her idea of what was acceptable to wear to 'events of this nature' was "unacceptable." Domina had responded by telling her to fuck off. They had since stopped speaking. Domina saw this new development as a vast improvement in the way the world work.

When they got to the scene, Domina detached herself from her parents as swiftly as possible, and made her way to the spot that was getting people so upset. The letters stretched high across the dome, cheerily proclaiming, abaondon all hope, ye who enter here. Domina looked up and snorted. "You ain't lyin'," she mumbled, mostly to herself. "But it goes both ways."

She surveyed the immediate area, seeing that the majority of the people brave enough to approach it closely were weeping or working themselves up to some sort of mental episode. One that wasn't was someone she actually recognized. She recognized Leif Niemi simply because he was a Niemi, and that was a name in this town that people knew. Much like her own. She'd heard that his mother was stuck on the inside.

Lucky bastard.

DATE: Friday, October 2, 2009

BIRTHDAYS: None

WEATHER: No changes

EVENTS: So yesterday's attempt to gain access to the school from beneath it didn't work, but that's not what's on everyone's minds right now. What's on everyone's minds, you ask?

The full goddamn moon. Which is in two days.

Speculation is growing about what's going to happen inside the school if everyone is still trapped when the full moon comes. Born weres are known to be inside, and that won't be the end of the world (probably), but... no one knows if there are any bitten weres. That's not the sort of thing kids are very vocal about, but statistically there's bound to be one or two. The energy around the school is tenser than ever as the world tries to figure out how to fix the situation.