Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Domina and Liliya
Where: Ad Gustum - Domina's office
When: 8:00 a.m.

( Except that this is now and that was then. )

Who: Domina, Lex, and Wesley (NPC)
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Late evening
Warning: Don't leave Domina and Lex alone... bad shit happens


( See, we told you from the beginning nothing good was going to come of these two. )

Who: Lex and Domina
When: Evening
Where: Ad Gustum

( Oh snap, shit just got serious! )

Who: Trigger and Domina
When: late morning
Where: Ad Gustum
What: Watch and learn.

( They were deadly nightshade. Undiluted. )

Who: Lex and Domina (and some NPC goodness of Hades the familiar)
When: Early evening
Where: Ad Gustum

Domina was roused back to a state of consciousness, lying naked, bleeding, and broken in the park, with an ambulance on its way. Her brain hadn't really woken up yet; she felt woozy and confused, and a lot like she'd just want to go back to sleep, but she knew one thing. She was not going to a hospital. She'd done what her mother had told her, and she was done. End of story. She wasn't going to the hospital, and she wasn't going to have her wounds and weaknesses paraded about any more than they already had been. That decided, she shifted into her hawk form.

A born were, shifting had never been a painful experience for Domina. It had always been effortless; a happy, comfortable experience. This shift wasn't. It was just as excruciating as when her wing had been broken in the first place. She'd never had a bad injury in her life, but her mother had told her once that shifting accelerated the growth process - and that rapid, continuous shifting, along with avoiding the initially-injured form for a while, was even better. So that was what she did. She shifted back and forth between human and hawk, ignoring the baffled expressions and comments of the passer-bys that had come to her aid, and when it finally felt like she had the strength to fly again, she took off immediately.

Her destination was not her home, but the house next-door - Ad Gustum. Her mother had told her to come straight home (if able), but right now, Domina could really give a flying fuck (no pun intended) what her mother wanted. She'd left her office window open, and after flying inside, she shifted back to human form and all but collapsed on the floor. She was in a world of pain, and she'd lost so much blood.

( In which Lex bleeds, and Domina trips balls. )

Who: Domina and a demon (npc)
When: Afternoon
Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park

Several days had passed since Domina's mother had unveiled her plan, and Domina had slowly been losing her mind the entire time. She wasn't sure what the hell her mother was waiting for, but every time she asked about it, she was given some vague answer. Until today. Eleanor Moriarty had informed her daughter that she needed to be at Scarlet Oak Community Park at five o'clock. And just like that, Domina realized she would have much rather not know when it was coming.

Domina had been involved in her fair share of physical violence. She was a hunter by nature, of course. But her prey consisted of weaker creatures. In high school, if her prey resorted to physical retaliation, she'd had no few minions who would gladly step up to fight for her, and even think that it was their idea to begin with. Domina picked her battles carefully, and she never, ever went against a foe she knew she wasn't strong enough to face.

( She wasn't sure she was strong enough to face this one. )

Who: Domina and her mother, Eleanor Moriarty (NPC)
When: Evening
Where: The Moriarty house, mostly

Domina wasn't sure if clubs would be open tonight, what with the demon panic, but she wasn't about to let a silly thing like that stop her. She was not staying in on a Friday night, panic be damned. She wasn't afraid of the demons – they certainly weren't going to hurt her. Why would they? Technically, she was kin to them, wasn't she? Though she certainly hoped the demons her ancestors had fucked were better looking than the things they were showing on the news.

She came home from Ad Gustum and breezed through to the stairs, not quite making it all the way. "Domina, there you are." Her mother had a habit of coming out of nowhere, as if she had simply materialized somewhere out of vision. Domina was used to it.

( Now be a good girl... )

Who: Lex and Domina
When: Mid/Late Evening - post announcement
Where: The party

Domina was finding the party to be all sorts of unexpected hilarity. Though starting the evening initially peeved to have to intro the new man-ho, watching his interactions had proven thoroughly amusing, and she'd met Katie - who she had high expectations for. The dinner portion had been mostly a bore, having to sit with her family and all the 'victims', who looked about as out of place here as she would have looked walking into Sunday mass wearing her best french lingerie. But the dinner was over, and thank whatever god would take up with someone like Domina for that.

To her surprise, earlier in the evening she had spotted Lex. While she had invited him, she hadn't initially had the impression he'd actually go. Finally she made her way over to him. He cleaned up so well, it was almost a shame he wasn't one of her whores. He would have been such a pretty one! "Fancy seeing you here," she said, after sauntering on over. "Enjoying yourself?"

( Read more... )

Who: Domina and Kayla
When: Evening!
Where: Moriarty place!
( Introductions )

Who: Galen and Domina
Where: The Moriarty Party
What: Talking some shop and meeting clientele

Galen wouldn’t have said the thready pulse in his belly had anything to do with nerves. If it was nerves he would have been familiar with a sudden clench and twist just inside, barely beneath the flat of his stomach, a wrenching pull that tweaked the air from his lungs. That was nerves. This was something else entirely. As he got out of his car, Galen took a moment to fully drink in the hugeness of the Moriarty estate – all hung yellow globes, ballroom gowns, and the firefly flicker of wealth – and realized what he was feeling was a cancerous knot of guilt.

Oh fuck me flat, I don’t have time for the angst, he thought irritably, squashing all thoughts of Lucy’s disappointed face and tucking them away for later perusal. Galen tossed his keys to the chauffer. He could fret about his sister later when he had time to wring his hands and do the worried brother bit properly. ( For now, he had a sex saleswoman to track down. )

Who: Katie and Domina
When: Early in the party
Where: the Moriarty house!

Domina had been such a busy little thing these past few days. Ad Gustum was really taking up a lot of her time, but she had neglected it the past few days in order to jet off to NYC for some real shopping and a dress fitting. She'd missed Lex bringing in a few new girls, and she needed to talk to him about that, but it had so been worth it. She was absolutely in love with her dress, a long, crimson number with a v-shaped bodice with intricate embroidery and beadwork, and a ruched skirt falling gracefully around her feet. Her shoes were the cutest little sandals, adorned with feathers - a touch she'd personally loved. Her jewelry was enough to put your average kid through college, but Daddy had told her to go all out. Impressions must be made tonight.

And so, she was being a good little Moriarty girl, making the rounds and greeting people, but really waiting to greet the first little victim she saw. She'd seen pictures and had memorized names, and when she saw the one she knew to be Katie, she gracefully strode in her direction. "Hello," she said, smiling warmly, briefly at the girl's arm-candy, but mostly at Katie herself. "I'm Domina Moriarty."

Katie had ended up taking a quick jaunt to Chicago for some shopping of her own, finding what was available in Scarlet Oak and Ann Arbor completely unsuitable. Talk about a wasted trip to the mall. She had, however, managed to find an Hervé Léger original at a Max Azria boutique that was suitable, a long black one-shoulder affair with a tight, almost bandage-style to the hips and a long flowing skirt. She'd returned triumphant the day before the eveng with accessories, shoes, and a handbag to match. She'd lounged around most of the morning, napping a little, and spent her afternoon getting hair and makeup done at the salon.

Her date really was arm candy; one of the popular and suitably well-heeled crowd from amongst her peers, brought more for his ability to tell the dinner fork from the salad fork and not so much for his conversation. She wasn't sure how she felt about a party essentially rehashing the entire embarrassing capture, but a party was a party and she certainly couldn't turn it down. She'd just arrived, scanning the crowd for acquaintances, when she was approached. Her smile matched Domina's for warmth. "Hello," she greeted. "Katie Callahan." A brief pause, as if remembering she had someone's arm. "And this is Chet Montgomery."

( What a fucking name. )

Late in the morning or early in the afternoon, a well-dressed messenger comes to the homes of Katie, Myra and Blake, Freddie, Tilly, Claire and Madock, Lily, Rhys and Dorian, Ransom and Jessalyn, Bunny, Gabe, Charlotte, and Psalm, offering up an invitation in an elegant blue and gold envelope. ( It reads... )

But the teenagers involved in the kidnapping incident are not the only ones to get invitations. Other invitations arrive in the mail today, though they are only slightly less grand. Getting a 'simpler' invitation to a party held in honor of the teenagers safe return are: Sebastian, Nastasiya, Aiden, Tayne, Amelia, teachers of SOHS, Luke's family, and various big-names in the area. Domina also passed out invitations to the Ad Gustum whores (networking, for the win).

Who: Lex and Domina
When: Evening
Where: Ad Gustum

( Ok, seriously now? This REALLY doesn't bode well for Scarlet Oak )

In today's mail, anyone who ever visited the brothel while owned by John receives a letter. It contains no names, but for the name on the envelope. The letter itself is simply addressed 'Dear Sir' (or madam).

We write to inform you that the business on 1400 N Appleblossom is now under new ownership and management. Now to be known as Ad Gustum, we take this opportunity to write to all former and valued patrons, and invite you to return again in the future. Ad Gustum now caters to all tastes and preferences, and we are happy to fill custom orders and special requests. We hope to see you soon, and welcome you to let us know if there is anything we can do to better the experience.

Regards.
Ad Gustum, ###-###-####

Who: Domina and her new familiar
When: Early afternoon
Where: The roof of Domina's house

Some weres shied away from hunting and feeding in their animal form. Born weres, even, who couldn't bear to indulge in one of the most basic forms of their animal nature. Domina would never understand these weak-willed sorts. She loved hunting. The thrill of the catch and the kill, the occasional struggle, the blood... it was all a rush, and a rather delicious one at that. She'd always been that way, even as a young child, and when eating in human form, her meat had to be bloody.

With all the animals about town, Domina had really been indulging lately. Not so much the past few days, but today, with all the animals showing no fear and running freely out in the open... she couldn't help it. Especially once she spotted a white dove - one of her favorites.

By the early afternoon she was quite stuffed, and beyond satisfied with herself. Two doves and a jack rabbit. Quite the feast. Yes, Domina had unknowingly fed upon the familiars of three poor people. But if we're being honest, knowing what they were probably wouldn't have stopped her. In fact, she would have quite enjoyed that. What part of knowingly robbing someone of a little bit of their power didn't have Domina written all over it?

( This does not bode well for the population of Scarlet Oak. )

Who: Dorian and Domina
Where: Nevermore
When: Morning

Nevermore was slow this morning, which meant things were a little too quiet. Dorian had fallen asleep at the front table, his head pillowed on his arm, his hand resting on a book of spells. He and Aiden had acquired all the items necessary for the spell that could find Rhys, but they were still lacking a black witch to actually perform the spell. Aiden hadn't heard back from his contact, or at least Dorian hadn't heard anything new from Aiden, and the days just seemed to pass with his hope dwindling. Dorian's hope was that someone might wander into the store and offer to perform it for him, but he doubted he'd be that lucky. A master black witch would have little need of his store, unless they were bored of their own spells and hoping to find a book containing someone else's.

Domina was on a mission of her own, and hers too had to deal with her younger sibling. Admittedly, it was a lot less noble. A lot. But that spell Mr. Largo had so kindly introduced her to... that was a keeper. And Angeline really did deserve to experience it for herself. So today, she finally went to Nevermore. It was her first time there since the move, and while it was nothing like what she was used to, it wasn't bad. She missed her favorite place in New York though, where the basement was stocked with all the illegal and 'questionable' magic you had to get an invite to see. She wasn't stupid enough to ask if they had anything like that here, she'd just have to wait and see.

And she hated to 'wait and see'.

( Read more... )

Who: those angelic Moriarty sisters
When: Late afternoon
Where: Phones/their house

Domina had stayed in Coldwater a lot longer than she'd planned on, and she couldn't help but feel immensely satisfied for the entire hour and a half drive home. That little visit, though out of the way, had been well worth it. Such a good time, in fact, that she couldn't even wait until she was home to share the wonder. Once she hit her first red light, she pulled out her phone, and started uploading pics she'd taken and sending them Angeline's way. All of Wesley of course, and in varying degrees of bloodied up and undressed.

Grinning widely as she hit send, she quickly fired off a text to send with the pictures. GREAT afternoon. Omw home. Bloody. Grinning. Your day?

Who: Domina and a redshirt
When: Early afternoon
Where: Coldwater, MI

( The beautiful start of dealer-client relations. )