solstice rpg

Who: Olivia and Hannah
When: Afternoon
Where: Olivia's apartment

It was a little after ten when Olivia woke up. She'd worked a fairly long shift the night before, and while she would have liked to sleep in until the afternoon, she had errands to run that she preferred to get out of the way. She stopped at the bank to deposit her measly check, and then headed to the grocery store to pick up some food, since she still had a guest living in her place and she was starting to get what Hannah preferred to eat over what she didn't. When she got home, she carried a couple bags into the kitchen, keeping an ear out for Hannah. Olivia had no clue whether the other woman was there or not, but if she was, Olivia was sure she'd make herself known at any moment.

Hannah was actually just getting back from Sam's, pulling into one of the guest parking spaces down in the apartment's parking lot and hopping out reluctantly. Well, with mixed feelings. Every step back up to the apartment meant a step closer to leaving-- but it also meant a step closer to going somewhere she'd be useful, and not surrounded by water every which way.

She trudged up the stairs and opened the apartment door, heading in about as Olivia finished putting away the groceries.

( I've been reassigned. )

Who: Sam and Hannah
When: Late morning
Where: Sam's house

Sam had been sleeping when Hannah called to come over. True, it was well past the point where he should have been alert and awake, but hell, he was a teenage boy, and teenage boys like to sleep well into the afternoon. It didn't matter though. He hadn't seen Hannah in awhile - at least in his mind - and he knew if he didn't get up with the excuse of hanging out with her, his mom would likely make him run errands for her all day before he had to work, and that wasn't something he was looking forward to.

( I don't shit talk unless I'm confident I'll win )

Who: Hannah and Sam
Where: Cian's party
When: Right around blackout time

Hannah had been at the party a little while before she finally spotted the one face she knew, Sam the shifter. She'd downed a few beers and the one wine cooler she'd managed to snatch, and was feeling pretty good, now. She'd been by the pool, though she refused to go in, done a little dancing in the living room with various guys of various types, and then headed towards the doors for some fresh air, another plastic cup of beer in hand.

That was when she spotted him, stomping, or so it looked, towards the house from the backyard. She waved cheerfully. "Sam!" she hollered, hoping he could hear her over the sound of the music and people.

( Dude, alcohol is more than enough for me, I don't need any other drugs. )

Who: Hannah and Ashley
Where: Ashley's house
When: Midday

Hannah's superiors hadn't really come through with any other names beyond the few she'd gotten the night before, so she made her harrowing trip back across the channel between the mainland and the island to deal with the last couple of them. One name apparently lived in a cute little brick duplex with flowers out front.

Odd surrounds for an umbrancer, but then, Hannah probably wasn't what you thought of when you thought phoenix, either.

She climbed up the walk to the half of the house that supposedly belonged to one Ashley Adedayo, tucked her notebook under one arm, and knocked.

( asking questions... and not asking questions )

Who: Hannah and Jessalyn
Where: Jessalyn's workplace
When: Early evening

Headquarters had gotten back to Hannah pretty quickly late that afternoon with a couple names, and the promise or one or two more given a couple days of investigation. Unfortunately, all the names they gave her were all on the mainland. So she bucked it up and took the ferry, though she had every intention of leaving some clothes somewhere on the mainland, so she could fly it in the future.

But for now, she'd found the workplace of a shifter named Jessalyn Lainey-- she hadn't been at her house, so here was her only other option. Headquarters had only given her those two addresses. She came in the little restaurant and looked around, not sure what the girl would look like. The hostess seated her, and she asked after this Jessalyn person.

( Is this because of the naked bit at the marina? )

Who: Sam and Hannah
When: Morning
Where: Around town

Since they had been unable to go out Wednesday, Sam and Hannah had rescheduled their 'tour of Darkwater' for that morning. Sam wasn't entirely sure it was necessary, since Hannah had been there for awhile now, right? So he was guessing she had probably seen quite a bit of the island and everything else for all he knew. But still, it gave him an excuse to get out of the house, since he didn't have to work until later that night. He sat on his porch, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Hannah's big ass Bronco to make it's appearance.

It gave Hannah an excuse to get out of the apartment and away from the lighthouse, too, which was her main goal right now. She still had two days until the big one, if anything at all even happened then, and she was dying of boredom. Besides, Sam was the closest thing she had to a friend, and she was going stir-crazy stuck in that apartment for two days after all that rain.

But today it was dry, even nice, and she was determined to make the most of it. She pulled up at Sam's address and honked, because that was just how she rolled.

( But some important info, which is even better. )

Who: Hannah and Olivia
When: Morning
Where: Olivia's apartment

When Olivia woke up, she managed to find her way, sleepy eyed, to the shower to wash the bar smell off of her from her shift the night before. She spent probably about twenty minutes more under the steaming water than she really needed to, but it woke her up and at least made her feel like she could get through the day without being completely exhausted.

After getting dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Olivia stepped outside to have a quick cigarette before she returned to the kitchen to make coffee and a bowl of cereal. She hadn't seen Hannah in awhile, but that was okay. Olivia worked a lot, and she had no idea what Hannah did on her own time. Thankfully, Olivia's pseudo-house guest didn't make a mess, or eat Olivia's food, so Olivia found she didn't have a lot of complaints about Hannah so far.

( Are you going to be the phoenix who saved Darkwater? )

Who: Hannah and Sam
Where: Around the lighthouse
When: Late afternoon

It was easier to get a tour of the island in bird form, Hannah decided. She'd flown a full circle around the island: over miniature forest at one end with its few dilapidated houses buried inside, over the shops and streets in the middle where most of the town lived, and now she circled back around the lighthouse at the other end, where she'd left her clothes. There was no way inside, even for a bird as small as a mockingbird, and she stopped to perch on the little angled roof over the doorway, flipping her wings shut and considering the ocean with a dark, annoyed eye. Stupid water. Stupid solstice zones always being island....

( Maybe I was just a crow looking for some company from a mockingbird. )

Who: Hannah and Olivia
Where: Olivia's apartment
When: Late morning

Hannah checked the address one more time as she walked the hall of the apartment building, looking for the number on the crumpled piece of paper. Olivia Ferriera, the paper said. Apartment 215. She just hoped her contact had warned the girl she was going to have a visitor, or this was going to be interesting.

She found the number, hitched her backpack up her shoulder a bit, checked her knives and gun for easy accessibility, and knocked.

( Of course I'm armed, you crazy? )