Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: Roger Davies and Seth Moon
Where: Aquabar VIP Booth
When: Evening
What: Seth ropes Roger into some risky business.

"Name?"

"Roger Davies."

Refusing to make eye contact with Roger, the bouncer lifted up the velvet rope and allowed Roger to pass while a few witches at the front of the line followed him with their eyes longingly. The exclusivity of the lounge was certainly reflected in the atmosphere-- no loud witches or wizards here. Just really... intoxicated ones silently going on each other in corners while bartenders wrapped stems of martini glasses with unicorn braids.

Heading to the back where the private VIP booths were, Roger got a hostess to direct him to Seth Moon's booth. Parting the sound proof curtain, I wonder what people really use sound proofing for here, Roger found Seth Moon lounging quite contentedly in his little luxurious hovel.

"Can I get you something?" the hostess flashed a pretty smile.

"Uh... water with a lime."

"..."

Roger ignored her and sat down across from Seth.

"So?"

Who: Seth Moon and Tracey Davis
When: Evening, Sept 23
Where: La Luna
What: Old flames meet up

Tracey was late, as usual. She didn't usually mean to be late, but time just had a way of getting away from her. There was always something more to do - a different dress to try on in case it worked better for the evening than the one she'd originally picked, or a few chipped nail colours to repair, or a scalp massage that was absolutely necessary before she went out. Sometimes she did mean to be late, just to make sure that whoever was waiting for her was well and ready to appreciate her presence by the time she arrived. This was one such instance. And when she finally arrived at the popular club, she made sure that everyone noticed.

Who: Daphne and Seth
What: Lunch date
Where: Daphne's home and then restaurant
When: Lunchtime :]
Rating: TBD

( Lovers went to dinner. Friends went to lunch. )

Who Seth and Snape
When Late
Where Who knows
What Seth lands on Snape.
Warnings Drugs.

Thursday night, and they fought again. Seth couldn't remember what it was about as he climbed on to the stone railing of the bridge, swaying slightly as he looked out into the night with beer goggles, and decided that it did not matter. Nights in these parts were chilled and endlessly dark, save for the few pale lamps that hung like ghosts in the shadows. Seth looked back to where he had just been standing, then to couple of metres below him, and could not remember how he got here in the first place. The bridge wasn't very high up, Seth could probably jump, even in his inebriated state, and all he would get was a sprained ankle, but his alcohol-acid-whatever addled brain could not calculate that. All he saw was an endless pit, and how nice would it be to-

He slipped- at least, that was what he will claim later- and fell. For a brief moment, Seth thought he saw a monster as he landed on something that broke his fall was an unceremonious grunt.

Who: Seth Moon and Daphne Greengrass
Where: Greengrass estate
When: Early evening
What: Daphne is not okay

( I was walking with a ghost )

Who Seth Moon and Severus Snape
When Late
Where Bar
What Seth's crazy and Snape's snapey.

His agent, Marley, had told Seth a couple of nights ago that he needed to lay low for a while, or at least be on his best behaviour, since that unfortunate freak-out at the Emerald Lounge. Although the only witness had been Seth himself, his agent and the owner of the night club, who had promised to keep his mouth shut for a hefty price, Marley was feeling the pressure from the press. Tabloids magazines apparently had been phoning her more than usual lately asking about Seth. They think that he is an addict, user of illegal substances, abusing his own rights and making scenes in bars and clubs. They were saying that Seth is insane. Of course, being the extremely well-paid agent she was, Marley brushed off all of these questions.

She said staying home would be Seth's best option, and keeping sober would be his next goal, but that was not happening.

To Seth's credit, he had tried to stay home, his public image, after all, was his biggest selling point. He had made a point to sit quietly in his lounge, and that lasted for a total of five minutes before he and his wife began a yelling match (screeching on her part, throwing things too) about something incredibly trivial that ended with Seth storming out of his own home. And that is how he ended up at the bar. It was a quiet bar, nobody really talked, and nobody really cared that Seth Moon, the insane, alcoholic celebrity, was in their midst. Although Seth usually soaked up the attention like an attention-soaking sponge, he sometimes also wanted that smoked filled nonchalant attitude.

He refilled his glass with black whisky for the third time, and knocked it back, liking the way that his brain stopped working as soon as the alcoholic haze settled in, and everything goes quiet. He never gets quiet time, not when he is inside his head.

In a beautiful hall filled with wooden tables covered in butter yellow tablecloths and settings, the 26th Charity Luncheon and Auction held by the Foundation of Squib Integration began as it always did. A quick speech was made by the president of the foundation: Mollie MacFerson, a pureblood who had two squib siblings, and a plentiful array of finger foods and sandwiches were available admidst vibrant yellow and purple decorative flowers.

An expensive bottle of champagne was handed to each guest as a complimentary donation by Johnson Flightweather, a squib who had made his money in the muggle world as a car dealership owner. In fact, the free champagne never stopped coming during the entire event.

Following the lunch came rounds and rounds of auctioning, the lots ranging from strange muggle items to expensive artwork and wines. In between all of this, of course, was plenty of time to explore the grounds, talk to the Foundation members, and as one couple did: snog. (Honestly, people, this isn't Hogwarts!)

As day turned to evening the event was capped off with a speech by Johnson Flightweather.

"I would just like to thank everyone for coming and spending some of their money on this auction. Many wonder what our foundation does, and although attitudes have changed greatly, any squib wishing to remain in wizarding society find themselves without jobs or any support at all. The money you have so selflessly provided today (which by the way, I'm told is 5% more than last year, perhaps due to the champagne?) will go to helping support those individuals in the ventures they may attempt. I myself was forced into muggle society to make a living, but hopefully, with what everyone has learned today, squibs will not be so unlucky from here on in. Cheers!"

( Earlier that morning )