solstice rpg

Who: Cian and M
Where: Johnson's Beach
When: evening

Cian and Ava had parted ways to go to the restroom, and once he'd come out, he'd run into some of the guys from the team. A few minutes of bullshitting later, he separated from them and began looking around for his girlfriend. He didn't see her, but he figured that maybe she'd run into somebody she wanted to talk to, as well. It was cool. They'd catch up to each other eventually, he knew. He stopped at the snack bar and bought himself a Coke, then wandered through the crowd. The fireworks would start in about half an hour.

He caught sight of a familiar-looking, shaggy head of hair and headed in that direction; talking to M was always welcome. He'd figured he'd see his friend sometime this evening. He got close enough to see that it was indeed Emmanuel and bumped his shoulder with his own. "'Sup?" he wanted to know.

( Maybe if we keep hangin' out, some of my awesome sexual magnetism'll rub off on you. )

For Tayne and Jessalyn and Mikael...

Who: Dax and Sam
Where: Mostly the beach and Dax's house
When: Early to late evening
Warnings: NSFW

"Here we are, outside my best friend's place," Sam told his camera, which was unsurprisingly already up and on even as he strolled down to the trailer Dax lived in. "Today Dax celebrates his eighteenth birthday and you bet your ass it'll be in style." He moved back and knocked on Dax's door, grinning into the camera before turning it to the door. "If the world wasn't ready for Dax at seventeen, it sure as hell isn't ready for Dax at eighteen but I can promise you it's going to be a wild ride and I will faithfully record all of it, just for you. "Someone's coming, let's hope it's Dax himself, in the flesh!" He grinned widely when it did turn out to be his friend and not his somewhat timid little sister. "It is he! Our hero. Happy birthday, Dax!"

( I'm a one year old zombie now. I deserve a little more action than I've been getting. )

Who: Neta and Mikael
When: Mid-morning
Where: Near the church

The sun was going to come out again any minute, Neta was sure of it. But she was sick and tired of being shut in at that horrible, falling-apart house with all those damn ghosts, and even after being out all night-- which she had been, when she wasn't distracted by a nearby dream that sucked her in-- the thought of going back just made her want to hit something. So here she was, standing in the middle of an empty street as the last of the fog began to lift, hands on her hips, shadow-dragon coiled up small and meek beside her, glaring up at the sky. Daring it to burn her, or drain her energy, or whatever the fuck it was the sun did to her.

It could take her desire to do anything but grumble and hide under an overhang, but it couldn't take her anger. Nothing did that, especially not after her latest "adventure", when the light-bearer had up and vanished on her. Only the dragon and the occasional ghost even brought her a little reprieve. So there was the sun, and it was a convenient thing to glare at, at the moment, so she did.

( Though not the pleasant ones, unfortunately. )

Who: Tayne and Olivia
Where: Eldritch Bar and Grill
When: Lunchtime!

The lack of rain was a blessing, and a relief, and it urged Tayne to actually get out and about a little before the crazy weather decided it was going to rain on him again. He spent the morning working in the graveyard, pulling weeds and cutting the wider patches of grass, and now that it was noon, it was time to get eating-- well past time. He was starving.

Rather than retreat to the rectory, where he'd been most of yesterday, he hopped in the truck and headed for the little pub where Olivia worked. Even if she wasn't there, he could do with some fried chicken and a cold beer that didn't come from his own fridge. He pulled up, hopped out, and headed inside, hands in his pockets and a cowboy hat belying his calling-- he didn't even have a collar on today, just a t-shirt. It wasn't like the whole town didn't know who he was without it, anyway.

( Wouldn't want people to start thinking our Priest needed a bib. )

Who: Torin and Jordan
Where: the Delaneys
When: afternoon
Warnings: NSFW

Torin had been lying on his bed with his laptop, doing some mindless internet surfing for lack of anything better to do, when Jordan had called him. What she had to say had him hanging up and flying through a quick change of clothes, brushing his teeth and combing his hair. Evidently the twins' grounding didn't mean that they couldn't have people over, and the news that Jordan Delaney was both bored and horny and wanted him to come by got him moving in a hurry. He was bored too, and he was a guy, which meant he was generally always horny, so it seemed like a win-win situation to him.

( You just want a metal mold of me )

Who: Santiago and Senturion
Where: Vapor
When: Late Evening

Senturion was not a woman who liked being in the dark about things. Arturion had told her a little about the magnetic man called Santiago but she had never seen him and this was unacceptable to her. She wasn't generally a very outgoing golem but tonight she made an exception, walking to Vapor shortly after ten PM and stepping inside. She was wary of being there, with her weight being her biggest concern, but Arturion had said it was a very sturdy place, made for crowds of people. Crowds of people tended not to put all the focal point on one small spot however so she wasn't entirely calmed by this theory. She'd stick to the ground floor and close to the exit and hope the floor held.

At the bar she ordered 'something sweet' and looked around at the people. There weren't too many there but still, a decent amount for a worknight. "I'm looking for Santiago," she told the bartender when he handed her a neon green drink with multiple straws and a slice of orange in it. It looked weird, but tasted delicious. He wasn't quite so willing to tell her where his boss was, but offered to let him know he was being looked for. It was better than nothing and Sen stood by the bar while the man darted off. She didn't want to break the fancy looking chairs by sitting on them, who knew just how many hundreds of pounds they were really designed to hold.

( With all the expected questions therein. )

For Sorcha and Art...

Who: Sam and Anna Lauren
When: Afternoon
Where: a sidewalk cafe

With the rain cooling things off the day before, Sam decided to take advantage of the nicer weather to drag himself out of the house. He didn't have to work that evening, so he had all day to do... absolutely nothing. Since it felt like it had only reached the sixties, he pulled on a faded, worn track jacket over his t-shirt and without much thought, pulled on the jeans he'd worn the day before. His idea of combing his hair was running his fingers through it a few times, because honestly he had no one really to impress, did he?

He walked today, deciding not to waste the gas in his car when he had no real destination in mind. He knew there would be a bunch of stuff going on over on the mainland, since it was coming up on the Fourth of July, but Sam was still unsure about whether or not he'd take the ferry over to check it out. If the weather stayed decent, maybe.

( is what I aim for )

For Sofia and Thomas...

Who: Jane and Thomas
Where: A coffee shop in Darkwater
When: Midday-ish

It seemed prudent, to Jane, to put in more applications, in the hopes of getting... well, maybe not a better job, but one that the crazies of the town who apparently wanted to torture and/or rape her didn't know she worked at. Even if she knew she'd never manage long at a coffee shop-- hence why she hadn't applied, before-- she dutifully went into Starbucks and Solid Grounds and this little hole-in-the-wall tea-joint to turn in applications. If she couldn't get a job here-- keeping it was another story-- she was well on her way to buying some beach-front property in Arizona.

( Do you type? Do you have a driver's license? Do you... know Kung-Fu? )

For a birthday hootenanny.

Who: Emmanuel and Jordan
Where: Jordan's yard
When: Late morning

While he was glad for the extra twenty dollars a week that another yard got him, Emmanuel was of mixed feelings about working Jordan and Jessica's parents' yard. Jordan was his friend, and he'd defended her... but he was also pretty sure she'd torched his best friend's car, and was still pretty hateful about Ava, who was also a friend. And Jessica was just plain bratty. So he was here to work, but he did kind of hope Jordan didn't come out to chat... it would mean having to deal with things he didn't know quite how to deal with yet. If he ever would know.

( Stupid Boy )