Dawn Richards (wings_of_fire) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-11-16 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | april brennan, dahlia thomas, ~axel lofgren, ~chrissie white, ~cole roth, ~james stanton, ~min hayes |
Playing with Fire
Characters: April, open
When: 8:42 PM, Thursday
Location: Entertainment area
Warnings/Rating: TbD
Summary: The lights are off, the candles are lit, and Halloween is all around
Status: Open; multiple branches are okay if lots of people are hanging out in the common area.
[You know, if you want, group thread like the dinner thread. All the fun. But you are also free to do your own threads in the same area. It's all good here.]
When the power first cut out, April had been buried in the warmth of the hot tub. She waited for five minutes, and then another five to see if it was going to come back. When it didn't, she sighed and carefully worked herself out of the hot tub. She dried off in darkness, moving carefully by feel and memory of the layout of the rooms. Her growing but still featherless wings were now presenting a new challenge -- balance issues. There was the sensitivity, the growing pains at night, the mere fact of their existence, and now the fact if she leaned backward even a little, she was liable to lose her balance. She very sincerely hoped that when all was said and done and they were fully wings instead of just pointed growths, all those issues would go away. She imagined they'd be replaced with a whole set of new ones, but she suspected she'd learn to cope with those issues too. April made her way carefully to the closest set of stairs and climbed them. In the dark, she passed someone on the way down but had no idea who. Or possibly what; maybe the werewolf was inside the house. Moving into her room, she shed her wet things and pulled on one of her cut up shirts carefully. It was almost not worth it any more, and pretty soon she was going to have to stick entirely to the one bikini top that did still work with the budding wings. Unless she was going to get lucky and get some backless shirts, but unless they proposed a contest she could win, she didn't see that happening. Maybe for Christmas, if they were going to treat it like Halloween. Once she had her shirt settled, she pulled on a pair of sweats and her winter socks before she grabbed her laptop. It was mostly charged, so she figured if nothing else she could play a game while she waited to see who else was going to migrate downstairs. Maybe people were going to go to bed, or hang out in their rooms until the charges on things ran out, and that wasn't a bad plan. Mostly though, she was still feeling the urge to be social and she wanted to hopefully hang out with some people. Heading back out into the hallway, April paused at the sight of some sort of mangled apparition hovering in front of her. Her lips pursed in annoyance as she walked toward it, then past it (or possibly through it; she wasn't sure) before heading carefully back down the stairs. While she wasn't completely sure where all the candles had walked to, she knew a few of them were in the game rooms. Even as she passed through the dining area, she saw the flickering light of one. Someone, she guessed, had lit it and wandered off. Maybe to find and light others, or maybe just because the rooms should have light. April glanced around, then tilted her head to listen, but if anyone was around, she didn't immediately see them. Setting her laptop on the couch, she moved toward the candle and gazed at the flame. She couldn't make fire -- she'd tried -- but what if she could still ... do something with it? If nothing else, it might prove that her running warm and her aversion to cold was just another side-effect of the growths on her back. Kneeling down by the coffee table, April reached out to let her hand hover over the flame. "Hah!" She exclaimed as the fire stretched up toward her fingers. She moved her hand slowly away, and the flame stretched a little more and then broke, leaving her with a little bit of a flame balanced on the tips of her fingers. Well, that was something, wasn't it? Except, now what? If she had an unlit candle she'd see if she could light it from her fingers, but now that the fire was on her fingers, she wasn't sure how to get rid of it. What if she shook it and instead of extinguishing, it flew off onto the carpet or something? That wasn't going to end well. Holding her hand hopefully over the candle, April inhaled and then blew softly across her fingertips. Whether the fire actually went out or just rejoined its source, she wasn't really sure but either way it was no longer on her fingertips. Holding her hand up close to her face, she studied her fingertips for any indication of burning or damage, but they looked like perfectly healthy, fully intact fingertips. And that was kind of awesome. |