Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Dalila, Lumen, and Rico
When: Evening
Where: UoM Hospital --> Palminteri House

( Maybe a sedative would help her get over this ridiculous fear. That’s all it was: ridiculous. )

Who: Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max, Charlotte
When: LOLCUTE
Where: Nowhere good

Something had been thrown at the back of Charlotte's head as they'd entered the last saferoom. She remembered feeling dazed and staggering across the threshold, and someone slamming the door behind her. She'd then stumbled over to something and collapsed without ceremony. She needed a few minutes, just a few minutes, to remember how to breathe and to convince the contents of her stomach they were going to stay in her stomach. When she next opened her eyes, the light in the room was different.

I'm in a... Charlotte blinked as she took in her surroundings, realizing that she had collapsed on a pew and was staring at the gold-plated prayer to St. Dymphna. She was still clutching both the map and one of their retrieved items to her chest. Gingerly, she sat up, and once she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to vomit, she checked the time. They had a half hour of sanctuary left. She looked around the room guiltily, hating herself for falling asleep or passing out or whatever it was that she had done. God knew her injuries weren't the worst. "Guys," she murmured, feeling incapable of using anything more than a soft tone in this place, "It's time to start figuring out a game plan."

Who: Charlotte, Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max
When: Who the hell knows
Where: St. Dymphna's Home for the Holy Shit We're Screwed
What: Ghosts and fuckery


Lily woke slowly, much like she did most mornings because whoever thought making school start so damn early in the morning was a monster who didn't take the needs of growing students into account. What was weirder, however, was that she was in a position to wake up at ALL, given that she didn't remember leaving the dance or going to sleep. The last thing she could remember was bouncing around gleefully because her best friend had won Homecoming Queen and her date had won King. She'd given Charlie a push to go accept her crown because she'd looked like she was about to bolt. Then they'd had their dance - to a kind of shitty song, but oh well - and after that... nothing.

Opening her eyes, Lily had a brief moment to stare in confusion before she was bolting upright, adrenaline slamming into her like a freight train. Because the room she was currently in looked way too much like the stone basement where she'd spent time as a kidnapped, unwilling blood donor, and it was freaking her the fuck out. She frantically checked both arms for needle marks and, finding none, was able to calm down enough to realize she wasn't being restrained nor was it actually a dungeon - it looked more like a bunker designed to keep things out than a dungeon meant to keep her in.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Lily didn't spend much time looking around - nor did she pay attention to the soft murmur of voices in the background. First order of business was waking the people she could see sprawled around her. Distressingly familiar faces. "Oh, shit," she said, going immediately to the closest and most familiar form. "Guys, wake up." Kneeling, she reached down to lightly shake her best friend. "Charlie? Can you hear me? Wake up!"

Who: Lily and Rico
When: Pre-Homecoming
Where: Starting at Lily's house

The dance being cancelled on Saturday had been kind of a pain, but Lily had been able to get her hair appointment moved to the next day and so in the long run wasn't all that put out by it. Better to reschedule than have to worry about getting into and out of cars and the like in a downpour. She didn't consider herself to be overly girly, but if she was going to commit to hair and makeup and dress for the night, she'd be damned if it was going to get ruined before she could even enjoy any of it.

She'd spent the latter half of the afternoon getting ready; her hair was freshly done in a messy braided chignon, makeup done in smoky, warm neutrals to complement the pale gold accessories and dress she was so in love with. Pale gold heels finished the look, though she was definitely slipping a pair of roll-up flats into her clutch. She intended to do some serious dancing tonight, and highly doubted the heels would stay on the whole time.

The sound of the doorbell sent her in a rare flutter. "Mom, can you get that?" she yelled down the stairs. "I'm not ready yet!"

Who: Rico and Charlotte
When: Right before the shit hits the fan
Where: Homecoming

When they called her name, Charlotte entertained the idea of running in the opposite direction - for all of about ten seconds, until she felt a sharp push at her back. She never looked to see if it was Helena or Lily, figuring it was about 50/50 either way or perhaps even both of them. She just took a deep breath and headed towards the stage. She got her crown and sash, all the while feeling like this had to be happening to someone else. A year ago she didn't have a single friend here. Then she met Lily. And Ransom. For a long time, that had been it. Yes, she started that club last May, but how did that put her at homecoming queen status?

They were expected to dance, and Charlotte felt a little bit like throwing up at the idea. Her face was a million shades of red. Charlotte Angel was not the sort of person who liked being the center of attention. She wondered if Rico being here with Lily made that better or worse. Better, probably. Okay. She could do this. She put on a shakey smile and allowed herself to be ushered down to the dancefloor by one of the members of the court.

Who: Rico and Lily
When: Late afternoon (a couple hours after school)
Where: SOHS gym
What: Adorableness (probably)


( you can dance if you wanna )

Who: Hyemi & Rico (glimmer of an NPC Kevin McAllister)
Where: Outside SOHS
When: As school closes up

( It was a dumb-assed question. )

Who: Gretel/"Penny", Cole, Keelin, Crowley, Rico, Mason, Karen McAllister (NPC), Jenna Whitmore (NPC), OPEN.
When: Lunchtime
Where: SOHS, lunchroom
What: It's all fun and games -- until someone hits an artery.
Note: Side threads allowed to anyone in the lunchroom. Watch out for the broken glass.

( Tell me what you did! )

Who: Dalila, Jaws (NPC) and Rico
Where: Palminteri home
When: After school

( Just going to wait it out; sit here. )

Who: Dalila, Jaws (NPC) and Rico
Where: Home
When: Afternoon

( She says 'forgive me, I didn't mean to'. )

Who: Cole and Rico
Where: SOHS Lunch room
When: Lunch-time

( 'It's the shoes this time isn't it?' )

Who: Rico and Winifred
Where: SO park
When: right before 2pm

( Not me, no, not anyone. )

Who: Gretel & Rico
Where: The river
When: Late morning

( All inside the palm of my hand. )

Who: Rico & Freddie
Where: Streets of SO
When: Early afternoon

With the exception of the umbrella that he had chosen not to bring with him, Rico had never been very good at dressing for weather like this. He didn't care about getting wet, didn't feel the cold like everybody else seemed to (though he was aware it was cold) and didn't really care what the weather did to his hair. It was too short to get messed up to the point where someone could pass comment. And anyway, skin was waterproof. So the extent of his waterproofed wardrobe that his Mama had forced on him (because the mother were-shark still worried about her kid were-shark catching a cold?) was decent boots and a leather jacket. The rest was jeans and a t-shirt all the way. She could complain about him treading rain and mud into the house when he got back. Because he had a serious craving for seafood and like hell was he eating fishsticks again. Oh, and she wanted a newspaper. It would just help if he knew his way around. Like, not just the route to the river, lake, park and Superstition.

Seriously, though? There was a chance he was lost. In Scarlet Oak. Where the news was feeding total bullshit to the readers. Papa wasn't gonna be impressed.