Out of Time Roleplay Community

Characters: Eric, Harmony, Gray
Rating: PG-13 - Eric - vampire behaviour
Trigger Warnings: none
Location: Fangtastic
Day and Time: Saturday July 2nd, 1 hour after this call, after dark
Status: Open to Any, multiple threads welcome

A discount on blood? Fine. 20%? You assholes. Fine. There was no money to be made from this, and most of him wanted to just forget it, to just let the stupid bar rot where it stood, and not bother with it.

Ike wanted them to socialize, and rely on one another, fine. He'd open the damn thing, just as an excuse to get out of the house, to get away from his 'house mate', but he didn't care. He was so over this whole prison in another dimension business. He was so over wasting all his time and what little money he COULD manage to make on building a business that wouldn't be lucrative, that wouldn't be visited by patrons in any sizable number or frequency. Where he wouldn't be respected.

The clientele in these parts was too diverse to really market to properly. There weren't any Kinko's or sign makers or t-shirt printers or places to get uniforms. Not really.This was doomed to fail, and as a business man, someone with experience, given any choice, he wouldn't even consider going into business here. But, he didn't seem to have a choice. And Harmony kept harping on him about opening it, so fine, FINE, he'd open it.

But no one could make him care. He'd do it, to fill the evening, to have a place to go after he woke up at night, but he wouldn't care. And they couldn't make him.

He made his way to the bar, opened the door which creaked when he pushed it, and just stared, angrily, at the dilapidated interior. And waited for other people to show up.

Characters: Aradia Megido, Davesprite
Rating: R for cussin'
Trigger Warnings: none that I know of
Location: Aradia's apartment and surrounding area, Dave's apartment
Day and Time: July 9th, morning
Status: Closed

Aradia woke up, sputtering in the sopor slime she slept in. It didn't feel...right, anymore. She felt cold and icky instead of warm and pleasant as she usually did. It was difficult to haul herself out of the recuperacoon today, and she trudged into the ablution block to wash the slime off.

Her soap, specially formulated for troll skin, felt horrible today, rough and sting-y and awful. But she managed to get herself washed off, still feeling kind of horrible. She went to towel off, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes widened.

She screamed.