Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Jo and Marco
Where: Outside an ice cream parlor in SO
When: Very early afternoon

As soon as she told Gabby she was going out for ice cream, Jo hopped off the couch and went to get dressed. It took her longer than usual because even though everybody knew her fingers would probably heal in less than a week, Trent had insisted she went to the hospital and got the full splint treatment. Which she did. So now with her fingers forcefully stretched, Jo's one hand was useless. She was ready to leave in fifty minutes, having asked one of her siblings to help her tie her boots.

At the ice cream place Jo was faced with another challenge, since getting the cone with two scoops of ice cream on it, and having to pay, then getting change, then putting her coin purse in her bag. Three times was she very close to dropping something, and eventually she had to use her mouth to hold things as well. It was lucky that very little flustered Jo, otherwise the badly secluded laughter of the employees would have done a number on her confidence. "Really it takes a special kind of asshole to laugh at someone who can't use one hand." She said anyway, as she prepared to leave.

Leaving. Now there was yet another challenge. With the ice cream in one hand and the other unfit for use, Jo had to push the cone further into her hand and pull the handle with three fingers, letting it go immediately as she walked through. And therein lied the whole problem. She was through, but her skirt, not quite so. Jo did not notice this fact until, as she began walking, the sound of fabric ripping announced the fact that while Jo moved, her skirt had stayed in place stuck in the closed door.

And Jo was smack in the middle of the road holding ice cream with one hand, her handbag on her other arm, and nothing covering the her favorite pair of underwear, the one that said "Evil Beaver" on the front. "OH SHIT NO!" She screamed which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do considering she wouldn't want to get attention.

Who: Jo, Lotti, Venus and Trent
Where: The Broadway bridge!
When: 11:37 and onwards

This march was a very important event in Jo's opinion. It was kind of like they were all telling the nay-sayers "we're here, we're different, get over it" which other groups had been doing for years...and not really getting to have an easier time of life, but there it was. If you asked Jo the only way people would eventually stop protesting against things people couldn't help was if you shoved the truth in their face. And this felt very much like that to her.

She was happy to be with her sister Lotti, to whom everything was awesome and fun. She cheered everyone up with her very presence, what better company could Jo have asked for?

A fun game ensued between them, in which they would smell the people around them and either identify their 'races' or not, depending on whether or not they had smelled that kind of scent before. Jo didn't know many scents, mostly other weres, elementals and psychics - only she couldn't differentiate them by specifics. It was still fun. She was pointing out a were-rabbit ahead of them when the horrible and humongous sound of something blowing up (she had seen enough movies to recognize that noise, surely) sounded behind her. Jo turned around to see what it was, and the next thing she knew she was the one flying backwards, or forward (she wasn't sure) going to drop on her back, very uncomfortably, in pain and coughing over the dust and smoke.

The air around her filled with such smoke she couldn't see much of anything, and her back really ached. "Nnnnyaaaahhhhh what the hell!" She protested, trying to look around her for her sister. "Lotti? Lotti you there? Jesus fuck I can't see a thing."