Raw Outing Log: Ara, Nohr, Margot, Aiden, Merly and Versa

Aralie : :: Bells chimed amid rousing gusts – wintry flecks flurrying along. Portree was bedecked for the holidays by both hand and season. The antique shop Jolene worked in (and loved) was adorned in garlands and  lights, wreathes and little bells that chimed each time the door opened or closed (or passersby swept a hand across them to hear the jingle). [c]

Aralie : Winter was Jolene’s favorite season, and the esoteric allure of pagan hints (or blatant & unrealized) amid holiday traditions and décor enticed her. Some she knew about, either with her Wikipedia education (there were many Google philosophers out there, too. She wasn’t sure which came off as more vapidly-know-it-all, so she tended to explicitly say if she found anything online to differentiate from her more organic, and less exaggerated [dropout] studies). [c]

Aralie : Or! Through her incomplete degree program that ranged various ancient societies. Though, like most, she had a sense of tradition that simply ‘was’ – you simply and affectionately acknowledged a yule log, or a Christmas tree, or mistletoe and holly. And this was fine, too. Cold weather didn’t get to her; she enjoyed it, really. She’d just returned from her lunch break, consciously scorning her phone (which burned in her pocket notably silent and still), because – illogically she felt rejected when Nohr hadn’t sent any replies yet that day. But she had to act cool, not come off as a crazy by expressing those more chaotic feelings she kept neatly buried. [c]

Aralie : When she stepped back inside, she felt the rush of the warmer temperature shift compared to outside – and her fair cheeks flushed while she went to work to quickly unwind her pale blue scarf. White coat and winter accessories went into the coat closet (available to guests visiting the shop, too, of course), and she set a path back toward the register counter after turning the shop sign back to ‘We’re Open!’. Jolene tried to rationalize against her surge of annoyed feelings – why hadn’t Nohr responded to her messages that day? She’d only sent three. Or five maybe. A few were ‘just’ sharing information about something cool she saw online (but were actually attention grabs to be noticed). So maybe the half-dozen or so texts she’d sent off between morning and afternoon wouldn’t come off *as* nutty as it might sound to say ‘I sent this guy a zillion unanswered messages, but he’s totally into me, I swear!’). [c]

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Nohr : totally]

Aralie : -DEATHGLARE, wait, death ignore ;D- ]

Nohr : lolol]

Aralie : Beneath her coat she wore a shimmery, gray tunic over black leggings and winter boots; and her gray hair lay straightened about her shoulders. The usual spark of color came from the red paint on her lips beneath thick, winged eyeliner. She resumed her bookkeeping from the morning’s holiday rush, though for now, the shop was quiet. Save for the occasional creak in the old building against the weather, … and that damn tape player, or whatever it was that crooned some crackly, distant song now and then. It must have been one of those old radios, for sure – because this time, the afar off whispers of song that buzzed behind a thin veil of static was ‘O Holy Night.’ <… … … the stars are brightly shining… … in sin and… … … and the soul felt its worth…. … a thrill--… … > [c]

Aralie : Her cobalt glance lifted toward the antique radio and record player aisle – there was a gramophone or two down that way, too. She decided not to intrude this time as she did on other occasions. Every time she searched, the music stopped. So this time, Aralie remained still, and listened to the shiver of antiquated music, scratching the surface of the present with a different era’s Christmas caroling.  “O night… o night diiiiviiine….” She murmured along with the song now and then, and found it did not ‘frighten’ the tune to cease. She was down with singing with the ghosts of the past sparked to life by barely-alive batteries or... whatever. [d] ::

Nohr : It was Yuletide season alright. Storefronts were decorated, and streetlamps were covered in cheery garlands from head to toe [not to mention the dozens of jingling bells prompting charity donation.] Fuck. Irritated shivers crept down Nohr’s spine as he sauntered along snowy sidewalks; crossing one road after the next … doing his best to evade others. But, the one person who did have the antisocial toxicologist’s attention was Jolene. ‘Course he had ‘affectionately’ changed her contact name to ‘Aralie the Wench’ and often complacently grinned to himself whenever her name lit up on his screen. And speaking of that woman; [c]

Nohr : she’d been texting him off and on since last night. Though, understandably – he’d been busy until the late morning hours and it was only now that he was dressed and out and about. So, since it was his day off … instead of textin’ the no doubt huffy dropout, he decided he’d drop in at lunchtime to see what the damage was. Goddamn, he’d turned into an asshole lately. BUT! TO be fair! Her reactions were the cutest thing. Would his approaching presence be wanted or unwanted? Well, he’d find out presently as he now stepped into the threshold of [c]

Nohr : the antique shop where Jolene worked – the soft chime of the door’s hanging bells signifying someone’s entry [his … ahahah. He couldn’t wait to see her face.] Those aged floors creaked underneath Nohr’s weight as he stepped in; aegean eyes soaking in the surrounding atmosphere. There was always an aged smell that accompanied these types of shops. Yet, amid the antiquity … a faint smell of perfume also wafted about. He knew that scent. Jolene was definitely working today at the store. Heh. One step, two steps annnd around the corner of porcelain figures he passed to get to the counter where [c]

Nohr : … .. he paused midstride to hear an eerie resonance of a Yuletide song playing. On the radio maybe? An old record player? He wasn’t quite sure, but there was a staticky like quality to it. Maybe Jolene had picked up an old album to play? That was the only thing he could assume as he proceeded onward – his ears catching the soft murmurs of Jolene’s euphonic voice. To scare her out of her concentration, Nohr instead texted her by placing in bits of the holiday song; <“A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices~”> He’d not been aware of the spectral presences haunting the shop [c]

Nohr : and merely continued to play with her until she’d notice, and he’d step out from the row of aged antiques. “Hey.” He’d grin, “been busy. Sorry about not answering your texts.” Pocking his phone, he proceeded on, “I see you’re hard at work there, drop out.” His little add-on about her previous college status hadn’t been meant to ferment her. Instead, it was a jesting prod and he’d only continue to impishly beam at her from his side of the counter as he approached her. “I saw that you asked me for coffee waaaay earlier this morning – would you consider going out on a little excursion with me this evening? [c]

Nohr : Pocketing*]

Nohr : If you have something planned, I do understand. Ooor if you’re miffed about me not answering those text messages … really,” he held up a hand, looking earnest, “I’d like to make it up with dinner. I’m on call but I hardly doubt someone is going to be coming in with horrendous poisoning.” It was his attempt at dark humor [not that he was good at it, but his lips shaped into a smile nonetheless.] They’d known each other for a few weeks now and their relationship … whatever the fuck you could call it … was pretty steady. They’d heckle each other in their own ways and the pair of them had … .. somewhat accepted the strange visions they shared betwixt one another. Just. They weren’t really all too sure what the fuck it all meant. It was a daunting subject, and it was hardly brought up. All the pair of them knew was that they liked to spend time together. [e]

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Aralie : :: Whatever voices carried, often only audible to Aralie (she did not know this), they’d seemed to genuinely make use of the antique technology with more exposure to it all – channeling their ephemeral sentiments through gramophone and radio. Whichever took to their wispy, spectral enunciations best at a given moment. That afternoon, these long-ago carolers sang through the scritch-scratch of the gramophone. A needle dragged across a display record, though its label had faded away with time so it could not be identified. In the past, no such physical manifestations gave evidences of ghostly presences – so that even now, as Nohr entered the shop to the jingle-jangle of the Christmas bells, he could hear the faint, not always audible blips of distant caroling. Jolene had always assumed that the radio clips or record player sounds in the past had been thanks to some battery coming back to life a few moments – something rational (and yet not). In the past, it wasn’t. Today, amid [c]

Aralie : the sentiment and energy of the holiday, and with time exposed to a woman giving unexpected credence to something specifically due to *her* assumptions… it was different, as had only occurred on one other fluke occasion. It had subtly evolved, and no one had (or could?) realized. What had long been merely wisps of whispers to Jolene’s ears alone, had discovered new means to communicate. Though to Aralie, it was still all the same: a mystery of old technology occasionally murmuring songs and tales in the voices of the past yet stored in or on the records and radios somehow. Pleasant things, she had always thought, even if she did make efforts to solve the sources. Those jingling bells summoned her blue gaze upward – a customer no doubt, so she brightened with holiday customer service (though hardly diabetic; she still respected the quiet of this place and the roaming preferences most visitors to antique shops possessed). [c]

Aralie : …Oh. No one. Nohr had stepped out of sight in time for Jolene to make no discory. “…” she stared, glancing here and there to see if she could catch feet opposite of glass cases or tables. No, she discovered nobody. Ironic how her slight pinch of curious anxiety rose toward *this* and not her weeks of interactions with disembodied voices about the shop’s old tech. “…someone probably just pulled the door for the bells.” She ‘explained’ aloud to herself, still on the assumption she was alone (and truth had it that she was *never* alone in this shop, and at present, both corporeal and incorporeal figures were present thanks to Nohr’s sneaky arrival!). [c]

Aralie : Just as she resumed murmuring O Holy Night, the floor creaked. She paused. Glanced. Pen frozen in hand halfway through a word. <… ….. … til he appeared, and the soul felt its worth… ….. .. oh hear the angel voices, o---…. ….> the gramophone’s scratchy, distant, quiet song continued while the floor creaked under Nohr’s feet again. While she stared (seeing no one still), holding her breath, her phone buzzed and startled her. “For fuck’s sake.” She glanced at it, and saw Nohr’s name – and the lyrics to the song pop up. So any thought of a ghost arriving through the front door dissipated. “Doctor Nohr Skelton, I presume.” She asked in a mock of rich villains and detectives from novels and old movies. [c]

Aralie : He’d finally stepped into view with a cheeky grin, and Jolene consciously gave him the most deadpan stare she could (which only amplified the point that she did care, no reasonably sane person stared like *that* – not even those with RBF!). “Oh, I don’t care – it was all just spam anyway – “ she interjected with a terse, ‘casual’ titter interjected around his own apology about her unanswered texts. “Yeah, no big,” she punctuated with her right shoulder shrugging abruptly, and she was scrawling in her shop notebook suddenly very importantly busy. Yeah, she totally had been too busy to be bothered, for sure. What? He’d not replied to her multiple texts? He hadn’t responded to her fucking perfect cat gif? Or that one Krampus meme? Or the coffee? What’s coffee? Yeah, no one cares here! Not her! She wasn’t obsessing or bothered! What? Those fluctuations of bad acting manifested about little shifts in her expression, all the while trying to play cool (fail). [c]

Aralie : While bundled up in this mood of trying to seem cool while still sorting unreasonably intense feelings – when he’d called her ‘dropout’ – Jolene’s cobalt eyes snapped up at him with the chill of the heart of winter in the unblinking stare. He continued talking through her icy gaze, and it seemed he could sense the frostbite threatening him there when he tossed a hand up defensively – or like a scout’s oath – and earnestly apologized and made an offering. She really had been miffed by his lack of responses, even if she *knew* he probably had been busy. Head and heart did not always meet, especially when the latter was overwhelmed by such sudden, impactful obsession. She could tell herself it was ridiculous a thousand times, her heart did what it wanted in relation to the toxicologist, and it was bewildering, to say the least (even while they both just went with it). [c]

Aralie : He’d find winter melting somewhat about her chilly look, which he might also find she struggled to know whether to keep a stern dispassion, or simply melt and chirp about their usual interactions. So it wavered between these two. Until he mentioned that he doubted anyone would go to the hospital with horrendous poisoning, and she blurted a cathartic laugh. “On one condition.” She posed, and winter smiled at him at last. “You go caroling with me.” <….ohh night….. di---vine… o--…> the gramophone whispered in antiquated crackle. [d] ::

Nohr : Creak. Creak. Groooan. Went the aged floor underneath Nohr’s weight. Any rational person [especially ALONE] had to throw inquiry at their sanity when it appeared various oddities surfacing from every nook and cranny of an old-fashioned building. The wind? Sure. The pipes? Why not. An asshole clinging to the edge of a bookcase before he made his appearance? Yes indeed. Upon making that official entrance – Nohr couldn’t help it. Snort. Snort. Jolene’s expression was priceless; her latest string of words finding the culprit for such mischievous deeds. “You presumed correct.” He reflected her mockery, making up a faint English accent [c]

Nohr : until he then transitioned to his habitual lilt. Suddenly, the once not-so-busy antiquarian dove right into the shop’s notebook. “No big, huh?” he said, leaning in closer toward her. His aegean gaze endeavoring to make her eyes meet with his. Ouch. Well, he supposed he deserved this casual treatment all for the fact that he’d not answered her text messages [all which were amusing in their own right, btw … he wouldn’t let her know that though.] Although, that nonchalant demeanor of hers didn’t last long ‘cuz … soon as she snapped her cobalt toward him; regarding him with the embodiment of winter’s chill – he [c]

Nohr : IMMEDIATELY raised a casual hand to his defense. A wink accompanying him then as he attempted to make amends – a horrid joke being tossed into the ring. They were a mess of past recollections and present memories. Twisted into something horrendous but beautiful all at the same time. And upon catching the cathartic laugh from winter itself, Nohr pocketed his hands watching as the gelid mien about Jolene began to ebb. “What condition? Name it.” He was literally throwing himself under a bus right now. Just what the fuck did Jolene want him to do? At last, she smiled at him – thawing herself into a blossoming spring [c]

Nohr : as Nohr held her attention. Of course, that perception of an eesome woman went to shambles when she mentioned caroling. “ – seriously?” he interjected, his cheeks huffing up like petulant child being told to behave at mass. “Go caroling? Ahaha … hah. This is a joke, right?” It wasn’t. He’d not known her for long but he’d grown used to her seriousness; that certain spark in her eye when she desired to pursue something. If this meant that he could have dinner with her tonight, then why the fuck not? A moment’s silence passed and seething through his nose, Nohr FINALLY acquiesced to her prior [c]

Nohr : laid out condition, “ … .. fiiine.” He bellyached, reaching out then to brush away a few locks of hair clouding her vision. Huff and bitch as he might; an impish smirk was promptly placed afterward. “How much longer do you need to stay here?” quickly, he added on, “ – I can help you if you need any help around the shop. Got the rest of the day off anyway considering I worked the night shift … but, ugh … “ With a tip of his head, his aegean eyes once again looked about the shop. “Where is that song coming from? I didn’t see [c]

Nohr : anything playing when I walked in. Got a speaker going or something?” It was an odd question, but he couldn’t get past it. There was just something off feeling about that old music that drifted amid the many antiques at the shop. “Got anything that you can’t reach?” He was a tall individual and could certainly reach places that Jolene couldn’t reach without a step ladder. So, if he could offer her ANY form of help, he could  … he could always balance the ladder and watch her wiggle her ass as she stepped up high to place or remove an item. Hehe. Ahem. A series of questions plagued the poor [c]

Nohr : he could also balance the ladder**]

Nohr : melting winter but it was with Jolene that Nohr truly did feel his most comfortable. And Jolene projected that same feeling with the toxicologist even if she rebuked his request to help at first – tossing some hair over her shoulder in that feigning manner of hers. ‘Course when push came to shove; the pair of them went about the shop that afternoon – placing in lightbulbs, dusting off certain areas, and sweeping away cobwebs. But, it wouldn’t have been a progressive day without them consistently goading one another – a few examples happening when Nohr suddenly grabbed at Jolene’s rump when she was balancing herself upon a stool. [c]

Nohr : He’d DENY he did it on purpose, but the wench knew otherwise and proceeded to call him a wretch of the highest caliber before requesting his help AGAIN in relation to some boxes that needed sorting in the back. And when afternoon transitioned into the evening – Nohr helped Jolene again by closing up shop and the pair of them proceeded on into the snowy lit evening … dreadful for the toxicologist because he LOATHED carolers but elation for Jolene! Let’s just see what the evening brought them. [e]

Aralie : -ditch nap- ]

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Aralie : -drags Nohr into burrito filled with holiday cheer- ]

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Zach-Willcox : Evening all. -tips non-existent hat-]]

Aralie : -Waves from her cup. Which was Nohr's. Was. - ]

Zach-Willcox : -strokes his non-existent beard and quirks a brow-]]

Zach-Willcox : I'm...just, gonna have a seat. -Slides to a small chair in the corner and sits- ]]

Aralie : -salutes- ]

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Aralie : :: Aralie and Skelton had completed tasks about the antique shop that would have taken her much longer without another pair of hands. The shop was closed up with tasks completed even through the next morning’s routines, which gave the pair more time to flirt and tease and simply be themselves within the security of antiquated walls – prying eyes barred from witnessing how this pair candidly bonded. They’d laughed and flit small slaps at one another’s hands throughout the late afternoon into evening – though as they were begrudgingly and slowly making their way toward the door, the gramophone quietly scratched and churned up whispered enunciations, none of which were clear yet. Along the lines of O Holy Night, though with different words filled in to the framework… <…O sun & night, your--… lights are brightly shining…---.. and our souls felt their worth… …-..> Jolene tensed, immediately rationalizing that somehow her mind played tricks on her, warping the words through [c]

Aralie : the old technology and its slow churn. Though when she reactionarily reached for Nohr’s hand without a thought – when their skin touched, the room perceptually shifted. Black fog churned down from the seams of the ceiling, creating umbral, ephemeral curtains that eventually pooled in whorls upon the floor. As disturbing as the scene appeared – and at one level she felt the very justifiable fear reaction any other normal person *WOULD* feel – there was a deeper part to her that felt… comfort? “You could have left me, but you stayed…” she murmured, compelled by a sense of devoted déjà vu. This was another of their bizarre… *shared*… visions, wasn’t it? She could have meant that he stayed that day to help in the shop – that was it, right? … she knew better, deep down, she was confident (without explanation she could rationally clasp at) it was for something else. “They…. *remember* us.” She murmured, giving a gradual, punctuated side glance about to her left, where the [c]

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Aralie : Hai frand! ]

Mєяlγη : hi 😀 )

Aralie : gramophone and other antique audio technology was kept. “Who are we?” She dared ask on a tentative whisper, while her cobalt glance shifted back to meet his aegean. She didn’t expect him to have an answer, but relayed her concern that something more complicated existed between them - *finally* acknowledging what both kept swept under sanity’s rug. You didn't talk about weird shit like this if you wanted someone to keep talking to you - and they both craved the other's presence, she knew that. But... they had to at least acknowledge something strange, maybe even eldritch tied them into some esoteric tandem. Hello, its been great getting to know you. I have visions of and with you, you cool with that? Great. Let’s go have some tea. Things just… - *that wasn’t the normal way of things!* Not that the subjective ‘normal’ was the goal, but some things could be easily dropped into the ‘bizarre af’ box without need for much thought on it. [c]

Aralie : The roiling spill of black mist was *not* real. It was not there. It simply existed in their memories. Their *shared* memories, which seeped into their present perceptions at unpredictable times. Was she accepting *shared memories* as a thing now? Her thoughts declared them with more ease now – but they had these moments with increasing frequency and tangibility that… yes. She was accepting them in a *way.* The gramophone slowed to a scritching silence again, and the chthonic mists dissipated, seemingly through the floorboards and mingling with the ‘normal’ air. Christmas lights blinked and twinkled around the frame of the window, and snow floated against the gray dark of the evening air beyond. Suddenly everything was very mundane, which hit hard; like when you toss your cold body into a steaming shower. She felt all the more inclined to do something *normal* and cheerily *mundane* - so caroling sounded even BETTER than before all this. [c]

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Mєяlγη : ollo ))

ᴀʀмӓᴎᴅ♦ᴅᴜᴌᴀᴄ : Hi))

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Mєяlγη : ollo))

Damien_Ixidor : hi)

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Aralie : Her fair fingers kept wrapped around Nohr’s, evident in the firmness of it that she had no intention of letting him ease away. She was still, save for the rise and fall of her chest while she drew rapid, deep breaths. They weren’t going to have their answers that night, how could they? But she did have her irrational obsession with the toxicologist, now mingled with their bizarre, shared vision and the emotions it roused. Aralie reached her other hand for Nohr’s collar, and yanked him toward her for an abrupt kiss. Their lips collided in the sudden ardor; their mouths widened and pulled and pressed again amid the rise in their cryptic harmony. What was time? It was the thing that just as abruptly slammed into the two when Jolene pushed her hand against Nohr’s sternum and broke away, taking a quick path toward the door without looking back. "Ahem. Caroling. Or--something." She justified as if speaking to the door she was now opening, and the street beyond. [d] ::

Nohr : or making out, I mean -- I can justify it in any curve]

Nohr : -is thrown into a ditch-]

Aralie : -abandons in a snowdrift- ]

Mєяlγη : .: Walking through the town of Portree with Fabienne felt... normal? Though there were eyes on Merlyn, at least the old angel was getting that feeling. Muriel's purple eyes lifted and she took a moment to gaze around the town, the grace did not flash through her eyes this time. She knew what was likely residing here, at least the last time she was here, there was some supernatural population. //I think I will need a preen soon Fabienne. It is hard to get all of my wings on my own.// Seraph wings were typically flexible to some degree, being what they were used for by tradition. Two to cover her eyes, two to cover her feet and two to fly with. --Of course, she wasn't parading all six of those purple wings around just at this moment, no her wings were currently incorporeal. Her eyes soon looking down towards Fabi, the unborn nephilim in girl was stirring briefly. --Muriel knew this because it was reaching out with its senses to get a feel of this populated place. Fabi didn't know <C>

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Aralie : wb meledeh! ]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : tyty ))

Nohr : Are you posting with us or posting somewhere else?]

Mєяlγη : .: it was happening, which was why this might be odd. //Everything is fine.// she said aloud, but it was not towards Fabi. | "Oh? Sure. I don't think here is the best place for that, and you don't like being inside the bag so I guess we will need to find a place to do it, maybe find room to rent." Fabi normally didn't have any need for houses or apartments, or motel rooms for that matter. Neither of them did, Fabi lived inside the bag and Muriel was an angel that could pretty much go on forever without sleep or eating. "I was thinking of making something out of the feathers, but I haven't decided on what yet." The half gallifreyan lifted a hand-paw to scratch at the base of one of her tall hare-like ears. The seraph's next set of words confused her "...What?" After a few minutes it clicked for her "Oh." There was a slight huff and then she sighed faintly. :.

Mєяlγη : (Hm? Oh, im not sure lol. Lyn and Fabi are just walking through town. )

Nohr : Ahh ok]

Nohr : Just wanting to make sure, didn't wanna overwrite you]

Mєяlγη : no worries )

Nohr : Nohr eventually became tolerant of the eerie Yuletide music resounding within the old building. Whether it was from an adjacent business or somewhere within the shop … .. he just decided to no longer question it and went on being entrenched with the presented chore list. And, after everything upon the checklist was checked twice [insert Santa joke here]; there was a tense aura to Jolene that Nohr didn’t quite comprehend. What was wrong with her? Her latest reaction caused confusion for the toxicologist, but he didn’t pry and instead, offered his backing to her by bringing his palm upright – his pale fingers seeking her out. But, when they did touch in that fleeting moment of intimacy … [c]

Nohr : what transpired next had the hairs on the nape of Nohr’s neck standing straight up. Dealing with the unknown, or rather, mingling with ANY fuckin’ type of eldritch energy was a foreign concept. Especially for a squib who’d grown up with NO magical background save when it came to the likes of his family. And, to witness this shared déjà vu alongside Jolene; had Nohr doubletake from the ceiling to the floor. Atramentous and uninviting as the churning nebulous mass appeared to be – there was also something about it that struck familiarity within the modern alchemist. As if it was inviting him to run his hand through it, beckoning him to be embraced by the darkness ---- annnd [c]

Nohr : back to reality he went; grounding his thoughts upon hearing Jolene’s murmurous tone. “ – …I know this chill..” he’d murmur, stealing a glance toward the eesome cutie within his peripheral. It appeared that ONCE AGAIN they’d shared a similar vision. As to what and who it was … rather … who they were was still an orphic mystery to them. This was Portree, Scotland; after all. A town filled with witches and warlocks, contractors and summoners – the damned and the blessed. However, touching their fated stars and sifting through those specks of recollected stardust was easier said than done. Skelton & Aralie obviously had a past together and while the pair of them had never met in this life; it was obvious [c]

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Aralie : meldeh ]

Margot : It me]

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Aralie : wb ]

Mєяlγη : ollo ollo))

Margot : Welcome, Zach!]

Zach-Willcox : Ty, Thanks and tyvm!]

Zach-Willcox : Much livelier than earlier.]]

Zach-Willcox : Nice! -claps hands together-]

Margot : -claps too?-]

Zach-Willcox : ...o.o' my clap was copyrighted. You owe me money]

Margot : -hands money-]

Zach-Willcox : Excellent. -pockets it-]

Zach-Willcox : Any RPs going down?]]

Mєяlγη : ya))

Margot : Yaaas]

Zach-Willcox : +

Zach-Willcox : ...'scuse the +...not a clue what that was about. You mind if I chill and watch a while? Am recently returned and seeking a suitable place to call RP home]]

Aralie : Merlyn posted, Aralie & Nohr are posting. Both sets somewhere in the town of Portree. ]

Aralie : Go for it. ]

Zach-Willcox : Tankoo veeeery much :3 ]

Margot : I'll post here soon, too. Aiden and I will be headed your way, Aralie and Nohr~]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : and I'm zoning out into oblivion ))

Nohr : they’d met somewhere else. As to where … .. neither could recall. Both of their minds were latched and only became unlatched when certain words or surrounding events unlocked the convoluted mechanism of their former memories. Urgh. It was such a fuckin’ headache. Because just as soon as it had disappeared, both Nohr & Aralie were averring their thoughts to make sure that what they’d just seen was real. Either that or they’d both gone insane … although, those surrounding mists had departed and the gramophone playing nearby finally stilled itself. No tracery elements were left behind. But what was there was the ‘magical’ effect of falling snow just beyond a frosted window where strung up fairy lights glistered in the backdrop of that wintery eve. [c]

Zach-Willcox : Not Oblivion! Steer clear!]

Zach-Willcox : :: shushes :: ]

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Margot : Welcome~]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : welcome))

Aralie : welcome ]

Đʌͷɩᴋʌ◦Ͼʌѕѕɩʌͷ : Thank you //

Aralie : -3rd the nerd- ]

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Nohr : “ – I don’t know who we are, sweetcheeks. But there is one thing I do know … I’m not going to ponder it too hard. ‘Cuz all I know is – I like being around you, and I know you like being around me. I … I don’t know what the fuck it is myself but --- -- “ OPFFT! There was hardly any time for words as Aralie had abruptly grabbed at Skelton’s collar without ANY forewarning! “ – the fuuuck … mrpfff!” Just within mere milliseconds, the toxicologist was hoicked towards the antique dealer and it was there that their mouths crushed over one another. Of course, Nohr didn’t pull away. Instead, driven by the raw emotions that were placed into his earlier shared vision with Jolene – [c]

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Nohr : he pressed a hand along the backside of her head pulling her fiercer against him. Lips widened, and a sudden undulation of ardor tugged at the strings of their hearts. There was no reason in questioning this moment [as any philosophical bullshit went out the window; their heads bobbing to the rhythm they introduced to one another.] And just when Nohr felt himself coming to a haze – Jolene let up, pressing her hand toward his sternum to upright herself from that impactful lip lock. It took a moment [okay, more like a fuckin’ minute] for the doctor to fully realize what had just happened. Stupidly, he rambled, “ – or … we can … NOT carol and just go to dinner.” That wasn’t going to get him out of his promise with her. He knew that. He just instantly had the reaction to rebuke her intended plans with him that evening. [c]

Nohr : Ahem, ahem, AHEM. He felt he couldn’t clear his throat enough – cheeks burning at the realization that he and Jolene had just practically made out in the middle of her work. She didn’t seem TOO fazed, but he could imagine just how her heart was thundering and he found himself booking it in after her when they turned off all of the lights within the unnerving antique shop. But off they went. Cold air smacking at Nohr’s face the moment he stepped out with Jolene. In a way, it felt refreshing. At the same time – this oncoming wintery chill did not dissipate the heat that crowded the modern alchemist’s face. Fuuucker, he thought huffily to himself. He was going to get her back some way, somehow. Maybe he’d fuck with her when she dragged him along to caroling. [c]

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Nohr : He’d definitely be the definition of the Grinch; slouched over, brow furrowed [no maniac smile, he didn’t want the police to be called ‘cuz he scared a bunch of kiddos.] “Alright, FINE!” He conceded, sinking his head into his scarf, “ … suppose it won’t be THAT bad. We can pick up some hot chocolate and goodies on the way. I ain’t fuckin’ singing though.” He glowered, taking Jolene’s hand then as she closed up the shop – the pair of them now hitting the pavement scattered with salt. Upon the distance, he heard the faint echo of his doom … carolers. Shudder. [e]

Mєяlγη : .: She could literally sense the magical beings in the town, and she was sure they could sense her. The question would be, could they see her true form? Most humans can't gaze upon her true visage, lest their eyes would burn. Special humans could, but Muriel was never completely certain what constitutes as a 'special human.' Perhaps someone with Truesight? //This is accurate, I don't prefer to be inside of that... strange thing of yours, Little Rabbit.// A pet name from the seraph, she felt the chill in the air when it touched against the skin of her vessel, the cold doesn't bother her. Observing her small companion, she knew that this wasn't quite the case for Fabi. -- She is aware of the funny little creature's physiology, but Fabienne is only half Gallifreyan, thus she has half the protection from the cold. Still, Lyn also knew that Fabi could handle the cold better than a human. None of these facts stopped Merlyn from doing what she did next, the angel started to remove <C>

Mєяlγη : .: the long duster-like trench-coat from her person and began to drape it over Fabi's shoulders. There was a small grin that tugged at the corners of her lips, but it was brief. There was some amusement to be had at the sight of the smaller girl in the tall angel's coat. //Be careful with those feathers, each one holds a small amount of grace. It is why they can be used to heal others.// she had leaned down to whisper this to the girl. After the coat was secure on Fabienne, she reached down into the left side inner breast pocket and retrieved her cigarette case. Once it was open, she drew out a hand-rolled peppermint stick and placed it between her lips only to cup her hands around it, hiding the source of the flame she lit the smoke with. The brief orange glow in her causes the pale translucent skin of her fingers to illuminate for a moment. Actually smoking does nothing for her, but she liked the taste of the mint, and the cool feeling that the mint causes in the chest of her <C>

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Mєяlγη : .: vessel. //It's nothing. Your child is only curious about where they are at the moment.// They seemed to be staying with gender neutral pronouns apparently. | "I knooow." she said, the heaviness of the coat on her shoulders startled her, but she put it on. It smelled strongly of the angel. Fabi noted that the sandalwood & myrrh scent really sticks to the fabric of the coat, to be fair, that scent often lingers around the area Muriel was in; at least this had been Fabienne's experience. "Uh, thanks." The coat was almost too long for her, it very nearly dragged along the sidewalk. In a moment or two, she realized she was hungry, and as such Fabi automatically began to follow her nose to the nearest Cafe. :.

Margot : •••…well, it was happening. Margot had spent -years- in pining agony, counting the days and mourning how achingly slow time marched until she and Aiden’s paths crossed. And now, looking back at it, it didn’t seem so long. The withy seer slapped the top of a box shut with a thin hand, signaling some kind of closure to the evening’s events. “I’m done!” she announced, abruptly. She was sitting cross-legged with a tower of haphazardly stacked U-Haul boxes in front of her, and an asinine pile of designer clothing (with the tags still on) behind her. Margot was surrounded by her mess of an apartment. Not that it had ever been clean in the first place. Margot was not a tidy housekeeper. Her hair was presently pulled up into a bun of epic, lopsided, wiry proportion-- giving her the visual effect of an unkempt ballerina. The sound of Bing Crosby crooned from a Bluetooth speaker, somewhere in the apartment-- home of the dead plants and Schrodinger (the cat whose bowl sat out, but had -c

Margot : vacated the apartment months ago.) “Aiden?” she asked over the warbling voice ‘…dreaming of a white Christmas…’, brows perking up as she leaned to one side to peer around a box. He was supposed to be in her room, doing the grunt work (disassembling her bed so it could be donated). Something told her he’d found some distraction therein. She hadn’t even -touched- that room yet. The clairvoyant was decidedly not done packing, but she -was- out of boxes. How much clothing could one trust-fund baby accrue? A lot. Infact, it was most of what was being packed. Oddly, she had little in the way of decor in the apartment.(Unless dead plants counted.)  An expensive turntable and speakers still hadn’t been un-boxed. Some mid-century furniture was sprawled throughout the otherwise sterile apartment, underneath packed boxes, clothing and shoes. “Where the shit…are…my keys?” she asked herself absently, beginning to pat her pockets, and then lifting the sleeve of a cardigan to one side of her.-c

Margot : She rambled around the small space she’d been nested in amongst the clutter, unable to locate the minimalist keyring. “Are you alive in there?” she called over the music, smirking to herself. Get it? He’s a vampire. That would never not be funny. “I’m hungry,” she complained down the hall, standing to stretch lengthwise. With her arms overhead, the cropped long-sleeve sweater skimmed a sliver of skin at her ribs. A pair of high-waisted distressed denim jeans clung to her below the waist-- she was dressed for comfort. Shuffling her feet through things as she approached the hall to her bedroom, still looking for her keys, she talked to the quiet undead guest in her room. “You’re gonna have to drive, or we can walk, I can’t find my--” she paused when she got to the door, expression slipping into abrupt humor as she leaned against the door frame. “What’re you doing, perv?” she asked as Perry Como and the Fontane Sisters serenaded them from somewhere in the living room. There, with -c

Margot : the bed disassembled and neatly stacked behind him, was Aiden, holding up a pair of silky underpinnings. Dangling off of them was a luxe black tag, proclaiming the designer ‘For Love and Lemons’ in gold script, and a hefty dollar amount. “Merry Christmas,” she joked as she started laughing. “Come on, human needs food.” she said, figure wavering between the two sides of the door frame, “And maybe some eggnog. Or just the whiskey.” she added, features hopeful. “Maybe we can text Jo and Nohr?” she suggested, hand reflexively reaching for the back pocket of her jeans. No phone. Ugh. “Have you seen my phone?” she asked, glancing to where her bed-side table had once been, “…and my keys?”•••

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Mєяlγη : ollo ))

Margot : -swoons-]

Aralie : -THROWS SNOWBALL AT NOHR... oops facesnows Aiden- ]

Āıden Aberdene  : -blindsided by snowball, faceplants into not Margot's boobs, but Nohrs crotch- )

Mєяlγη : XD))

Margot : lmfao]

Nohr : ...]

Nohr : Now I can say I've been fanged in the crotch]

Margot : Well, that makes one of us.]

Mєяlγη Ohh Myy.))

Margot : >.>]

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Aralie : -CAROLS LOUDER- ]

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Margot : Trryyyyyy NOT TO BE A CUNT~]

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Āıden Aberdene  : uugh )

Aralie : MUAHAHA ]

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Aralie : :: Ahem. Yes. So. Shared, crazy-people visions: check. A goddang haunted gramophone changing the lyrics to Christmas carols: check (or more crazy, most likely more crazy). Then, like crazies do, just wander away to something seemingly normal: check. Okay, so they were nutcases, Jolene internally concluded (or feigned to, as she didn’t REALLY, *fully* believe they’d lost their minds – or is that a crazy’s denial?! …. …. …). Please don’t also factor in her sudden assault on Nohr…--oh, fine, that as well. They were nuts. Fuck it. *Fuck it!* They were going to go carol and whatever the hell was going on would just carry on *with their caroling.* [c]

Āıden Aberdene  : ~Margot's apartment, was nothing like he expected. In the time they'd spent together she had been somewhat of a dissonant melody, but nothing could have prepared him for the mountain of disarray that awaited him within the confines of a one bedroom apartment. From the collection of little decorative cat food bowls littering the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, closet, and other areas where a cat might find reason to nom it's favorite foods. (To which Aiden had yet to detect the presence of a cat or remnants of one.) To the myriad of decaying flora and fauna that could have been a lovely orchid, or maybe a cactus? Not to mention that Aiden was somewhat convinced that she kind of a kleptomaniac. However as he sat staring at the oversized, expensive, and likely unused bed. (Evident as their were no vomit stains anywhere) He considered her 'care' of his belongings. The way she'd organized his clothing (to his exact liking!) and his belongings. She'd years of practice in her mind,+

Margot : RUDE]

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Mєяlγη : ollo ))

Ƹɱɩʃƴ : Hi hi.))

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Margot : He got sucked into the black hole of designer clothing. ]

Margot : Like my poor cat T.T]

Mєяlγη : xD)

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Āıden Aberdene  : Aiden however was still learning that loving, and living with a Seer was a unique experience. He'd no complaints of course, Their vacation now done and over, and feelings of affection and love out in the open. Aiden accepted Margot for all that she was, dissonant, clairvoyant, and honestly. The first woman to have ever captivated him so entirely that he couldn't imagine life or unlife without her presence. Her voice like a melody echoed through the cluttered and box riddled hall to the bedroom and Aiden's only response was a very zombie like moan and grunt. The bed had taken little to no time to take apart. But was an ordeal as the only tools she had available, were also in a designer tool box, with gold lettering, and glitter. The eventual movement of the frame to the wall in a neat stack with mattress bestowed upon Aiden a bit of surprise. Lacey, nearly there, panties, that he was in no way shy about imaging upon her willowy form. It was strange, how they'd just come into +

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Āıden Aberdene  : a rhythm of life that suited them. From the Hot tub, to the Skye, and anywhere in between. Aiden and Margot looked, acted, and were entirely and utterly invested in one another. No doubt the world imagined them as being the pair spending hours pinning one another to the bed, walls, and anywhere in between. But truth be told, while there was much holding, and a great deal of affection. They'd yet to so much as kiss one another. (Not for a lack of trying, but things seemed bound to surprise, interrupt, and hinder that moment.) Yet, Aiden was growing to learn that the anticipation of that moment was a pleasure all its own. So there he stood, in a pair comfortable black and white converse. (With Margot's name in bright silver sharpie across the left shoes toes.) Black Levi's and of course one of those designer v-neck shirts. Holding a pair of her panties. When her voice came calling again, closer this time he turned to her and smirked some " If I had known how much work keeping +

Āıden Aberdene  : a human was going to be, I'd have gotten a cat " He nudged one of the food bowls with his foot and brought the panties upward hooking his thumbs through where the hips should be. " These are cute, so are those " He pointed to a pile of fancy panties and bras, " And those " another pile of lingerie. Then he moved toward her, leaning against the frame directly in front of her. His hand moving across her hip, to the other side of her backside, pulling her phone from it. " and you're keys are in your coat " -end-

Aralie : :: Ahem. Yes. So. Shared, crazy-people visions: check. A goddang haunted gramophone changing the lyrics to Christmas carols: check (or more crazy, most likely more crazy). Then, like crazies do, just wander away to something seemingly normal: check. Okay, so they were nutcases, Jolene internally concluded (or feigned to, as she didn’t REALLY, *fully* believe they’d lost their minds – or is that a crazy’s denial?! …. …. …). Please don’t also factor in her sudden assault on Nohr…--oh, fine, that as well. They were nuts. Fuck it. *Fuck it!* They were going to go carol and whatever the hell was going on would just carry on *with their caroling.* She’d nabbed her coat and scarf and bundled up, similarly locking up the antique shop to keep until the next day’s business hours. Blue scarf on white winter coat secure – Aralie seemed to ignore Skelton’s protests and grumping, snapped his hand into hers, and dragged him into the *merry fucking snow to carol!* Fa la la la – focus [c]

Aralie : on *normal things* la la la la. “I’ll have dinner with you. After caroling. After a *normal, boring night!*” Jolene huffed in what could easily be taken as aggressive demands, and in a way they were, but not aimed at Nohr exactly. More so, toward the world? Life? The universe? Something? Could they have a normal evening? What would that be like? Her tone had been a bit frayed with something more of desperation than demand. Though, she didn’t generally stick to frantic airs, so even after the bizarro scenario that rounded out their otherwise enjoyable day in the antique shop, her anxiety was dissipating, tangibly. When she slid her free fingers through her straightened, gray hair and tossed it over her shoulder, surely Nohr would recognize her more familiar, benevolently blasé mood. “God rest ye merry gentleman—” bounced her birdsong that smoothed into crooning to goad Nohr (either to sing *with* her, or to get some other sort of reaction – either was fine by her). She’d leant [c]

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Aralie : toward him with inviting (while still heckling) cheer about her body language, to include slanting her head against his shoulder and singing upward toward him still. However Nohr Grinched, Jolene consciously became more serenely cheerful. He couldn’t escape! He would not grinch up her caroling! Even if… it was just the two of them walking down a street in Portree combatting one another with their divergent moods…..versus approaching shop doors or homes to sing for given occupants. Ah well, it was close enough! And perhaps more fun than she’d anticipated, what with the yin and yang games they played. “—good tidings we bring, to you and your—” she sang, interrupted by a grumping concession from Nohr. He’d even offered to pick up holiday treats – win win! “—good tidings for Christmas,” she sang a little more quietly, slanting her mouth nearer to his ear. “—and a happy New Year.” Quieted now, only for him. She didn’t have to outright say ‘good sir, I am pleased to have made your [c]

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Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome )

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ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : Heya ))

Versatility : -waves- )

Aralie : acquaintance this year and wish for such encounters to continue’ for him to get the idea. Not to linger long in sentimentality, though, she murmured. “What the hell is figgy pudding, anyway? Let’s get some!” Luck would have it! A tavern they passed had a holiday special denoted in its window about figgy pudding this, and fruit cake that. She looked at the signs, then to Nohr. Then to the signs. He *was* doomed. “They have Christmas karaoke! That’s *basically* caroling!” So in she dragged him to his dread fate. [d] ::

Margot : CHRISTMAS KARAOKE]

Aralie : GUUUURL ]

Āıden Aberdene  : .... )

Margot : It's happening]

Margot : My dreams]

Aralie : MUAHAHA ]

Margot : are coming true]

Versatility : FIIIIVE GOOOOOOLD RIIIINGS )

Margot : LMFAO]

Versatility : -shushes for RP- )

Nohr : omfg no

Nohr : ]*

Mєяlγη : .: /Fabienne!/ Despite her voice always being soft-spoken in nature, the seraph could still carry a commanding tone. Though, the way she called after Fabienne could have been concern more than chiding or upset. The two-hearted anthromorph had just bolted off through the snow, carelessly heading across the street, and now Merlyn was hearing caroling? She couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from, but she could hear it. For Fabienne's sake she'd have to pretend that she didn't notice it, even if the curious parts of the seraph were being tugged at. She was certainly not going to leave a nephilim carrying fabi alone to her own devices. *even though she knew the child could protect her on its own.* Which was also why she couldn't stray far from them, that kind of power could get them noticed. If someone hadn't sensed the seraph already. The peppermint smoke had been dropped in the snow in her haste to catch up. Fortunately, the girl didn't get struck by a car, that could <C>

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Margot : LMFAO]

Margot : Yes]

Mєяlγη : .: end badly for the car... and maybe the driver. If she had a heart, it might have been beating out a samba. *Even if her vessel is alive, and blood runs through her veins.* Upon getting to the other side of the street and at Fabienne's side once more, she began to speak. /Was that really necessary?/ Muriel understands that the scent of the food is probably alluring to Fabienne when she's hungry. this was why she couldn't be entirely upset with her. It was also worth mentioning, that in terms of Gallifreyan physiology, Fabienne was barely an adult, and the fact that Fabi only appeared to be 16 didn't help matters. | "What?!" she called back startled, thankfully she'd been on the sidewalk already and standing in front of one of the cafe. She herself hadn't heard the caroling on the wind, that or she'd just been more focused on the fact she was hungry and hadn't eaten anything for a few hours now. "Yes, yes it was. I'm fine, i didn't get hit by a car. " she told the <C>

Mєяlγη : .: the tall angel, who did not seem to be amused by her antics at all. "I just need a moment." she muttered. Her hearts were beating a bit fast, she was giving herself time to relax again. "I need to get out of these shoes soon, I don't think I handle having my paws so cramped up for much longer." It wasn't like walking in snow would bother her... much, her feet were designed for that anyways. :.

Margot : •••It was true, she had a problem. Well, a few, actually. Recovering alcoholic (kind of. One needed to be an alcoholic in the first place to recover. She had some interesting…coping mechanisms.) A bit of a collector. Not exactly hoarding, but most definitely a spending problem. She was presently cursing the low swing of American stocks the previous afternoon. She was kind of a hot mess in the only place that she had privacy. Okay, she was a hot mess out in the streets too. Paired with being eternally forgetful (it was hard to have the future so predominant in her thoughts, the past kind of…got…lost.) and having the best intentions as a plant mom, her life was a series of one started project after another-- she needed distractions to keep her busy while she patiently waited for Aiden to be in all the right places-- mentally, physically, rationally, emotionally. Reaching up to itch at the spot where a hair-tie clung to her roots, Margot surveyed him with a sheepish grin as he -c

Margot : began pointing out piles of unworn ‘For Love and Lemons’, ‘Agent Provacateur’, and ‘Cosabella’ goodies. Was it unethical to simply discard underpinnings and skivvies after wearing them? Probably. Did she do it anyway? Yep. She made a mental note to start donating to some charities (the incessant jingling of a bell outside her window reminded her, daily. Tis the season! GIVE US YOUR MONEY.) and wearing underthings more than once. “Listen, keeping a cat alive isn’t hard at all. I know you like the challenge.” she countered with a tug on the band fastening her bun. “I don’t want to be caught in granny panties when the paramedics come for me.” she joked, though there was a darkness to that humor that made it a little too close to reality. As his hand skimmed the side of her hip and retrieved her phone, she watched his expression with piqued interest. His nose was almost touching hers, and she could feel the radiant chill of his lips, close to hers. At this point, it was almost a -c

Margot : game. The resulting grin pulled her lips away a bit and she tipped her head so that her nose brushed the end of his. “Ah! You found it!” she announced with feigned surprise. Once retrieving it, she trapped it between her hands and tugged the phone from his grasp. “Oh.” she replied flatly. “I could have sworn I put them…” she trailed off, not actually recalling where she thought she had left them. For a moment, she was distracted, texting Jolene followed by, and then a third text, Internally, she laughed. -Thirsty- because, get it? No, Jolene didn’t get it. She didn’t know what Aiden was. Well, not yet. She would, and so would Nohr. Probably soon, she guessed after the New Year, based on visions. When she stopped texting, she realized that she’d leaned into Aiden comfortably as she did, forehead tipped forward onto his shoulder as she texted Jolene between their chests.-c

Margot : Her stomach growled. Without any apparent remorse, Margot pulled away and shoved her phone into her back pocket, grasping his hand. “It’s snowing out.” she said with a passive, informative tenor. “Let’s walk?” she asked, tugging him enthusiastically out of the bedroom. “Leave those here,” she suggested, tipping her head at the pair of lacy, strappy, horrifically french panties. “I’m already wearing something else.” (What a bitch!) Always calm, collected, and confident, the seer led into the living room, which looked…basically the same as he’d left it. Collecting her coat, which -did- have her keys in the pocket, she glanced around the room. “I think I packed my purse.” she said absently. She slipped her hands into the pockets of a camel Dior coat, patting around. Snatching her wallet out and holding it up, she grinned. “I’ve got ID! Good enough!” she chimed, as the merry bells of Frank Sinatra’s ‘Jingle Bells’ started up. “ALEXA!” she chirped, “I’m listening.” Alexa replied, in -c

Margot : her characteristic, patronizing resting bitch voice. “Stop playing music.” Margot commanded, and Alexa acquiesced. “Ready?” she asked with glittering green hues, turning to Aiden to survey his expression. Almost always humored, sort of perplexed by every turn of conversation with her, and notably patient. There was more than one way to say ‘I love you.’ Like cleaning up your human’s puke, or deconstructing her bed. Or remembering where she put her keys. Or looking at her in a way that made her feel like she was being shot right in the chest. Ugh.•••

Nohr : There was nothing quotidian about them or so Aralie’s latest announcement stated about Skelton and herself. Then again – what the fuck was considered habitual and boring about this town anyway?? Still it was amusing to the modern alchemist to see his companion fly off the handle. But, if personally questioned about what occurred earlier … he wouldn’t have been able to give you a straight answer. Again those hairs immediately stood up on the nape of his neck. Shit. It’d been a chilling experience. One that neither of them could explain. So, when Jolene proceeded to tug and drag the toxicologist like a vegan running around with their tote bag in a wholefoods aisle; he allowed it [finding her frenzied search for normalcy to be endearing.] “Yes, a normal … [c]

Nohr : BORING evening. You don’t even need to try very hard to achieve that, wench.” Ohoho, he was just asking for a verbal slapping from her, wasn’t he? But that little jab at her had been his own way of steering the ship’s course so the antiquarian could alleviate those previous visions that had plagued not only her … .. but him as well. Soon enough, that blasé comportment the other often carried began to shine through like a sparkling star upon the top of a Yuletide tree. Kill him. Did she really want him to sing with her? He’d not grown up a normal childhood. Whereas most families around this time of year celebrated togetherness … he’d been strewn upon the floor of his grandfather’s study reading over various medical [c]

Nohr : up with a normal childhood*]

Nohr : books whilst he recited certain terms aloud beside a crackling fireside. Those memories of his weren’t a thorn in his side. Rather, they carried their own weight of sentimental value. So, deciding to cave in and shadow in after Aralie; Skelton hummed quietly – his deep vocals only rousing now and then to show his discontentment over being forced to sing. He didn’t … know all of the holiday songs. Fuck, he didn’t even know what the hell figgy pudding was. All he knew about it was that people raved about it over the holidays [a time year where he often became a recluse; avoiding ALL people and situations.] Yet here he was. Arm-in-arm with the spirit of the season herself – her cheer wreathing around him like a garland of sprigs and berries [c]

Margot : LIKE A VEGAN RUNNING WITH TOTEBAG IN WHOLEFOODS.]

Margot : -dead- ]

Aralie : I guess Aralie is a vegan now, too ;D ]

Margot : lmfao]

Nohr : […could he hang himself with that garland?] His untoward attitude was definitely caught on by the surrounding carolers and a few of them even humbugged him for being such a Grinch about singing along with the beauty at his side. ‘Course for some odd reason – his tune instantly turned hostile when he saw some men checking Jolene out. Thankfully, Jolene was able to see this and veered the cranky asshole onto a different path as he had promised her confections and hot drinks after all. “ – right …” he’d grumble, letting out an exasperated wisp of crystalized puffs. “Let’s go get something to eat then. I feel like I’d end up in the emergency room with a broken hand.” This latest revelation did cause a stir amid the men who’d been [c]

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ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : wh ))

Asтʀɑ : thanks hun)

Mєяlγη : ollo ))

Asтʀɑ : jello)

Margot : Welcome home!]

Asтʀɑ : thank you )

Nohr : previously staring at Aralie … and as Skelton passed them – he LEERED at them, eye twitching. Silently mouthing the words ‘fuck off, wankers.’ What had him ultimately put into a FURTHER sullen mood was when the wench mentioned that they could go singing Christmas karaoke. “No!” Was his immediate response, instantly going rigid at the idea. He was doomed alright. But, he couldn’t deny the outcome of it either … because he said he’d do it. So, whatever. Might as well. Wasn’t as bad as taking the nightshift in the E.R. Now those were some … interesting stories but due to HIPPA his lips were sealed. Siiiigh. Letting himself succumb presently to the steering of his body by Aralie’s capricious whim; Skelton grabbed her hand again and linked their digits together. “I need shots then. ‘Cuz sobriety is not happenin’ during this shit.” Off they went into the decorated area, that spiked eggnog being Nohr's last hope to wash away this doom filled night. [e]

Nohr : HIPAA* lol]

Margot : Cheers, Nohr]

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Āıden Aberdene  What Aiden felt was a sin, was that there was a good likelihood that he might never see them on her, and that was the kind of thing that damned most mortal men to hell. Of course if you considered that Aiden spoiled Margot, and Margot spoiled Aiden. There was a good chance that what she was wearing (or not) was likely something to his liking.

Versatility : locations of those IC? I have time for just a few posts ^^ )

Margot : Aiden and Margot are at her apartment, just about to depart and head toward the bar that Aralie, Nohr and Merly are headed into.]

Margot : Which I believe hasn't been named IC]

Margot : but...-checks website-]

Margot : Cerulean Sins~]

Versatility : okee dokee )

Versatility : -works on a post- )

Āıden Aberdene  : What Aiden felt was a sin, was that there was a good likelihood that he might never see them on her, and that was the kind of thing that damned most mortal men to hell. Of course if you considered that Aiden spoiled Margot, and Margot spoiled Aiden. There was a good chance that what she was wearing (or not) was likely something to his liking. Of course the sin was soon forgotten, as Aiden found himself becoming a replacement for the wall as that lithe frame found its way into his own, and an arm that had been about her waist to fetch her phone simply placed itself upon the small of her back. " Oh really, I find hear granny panties are quite absorbent " he smirked some in retort to her comment " But then I've never been one to test that theory out. " he shrugged his shoulders " Thank god you weren't alive during medieval times " He snorted some as she made her retreat toward the living room he followed his hand deftly ensnared by her own, but even more deftly curling so that +

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Āıden Aberdene  : his fingers could coil with her own. " you should have seen the kinds of things women wore underneath their dresses. " His hand removed itself from her own and his arms wrapped swiftly around her hips and pulled her close as he continued " Corsets that hugged your hips like this " He pulled her form to his own. " And frilly, gaudy, often times full body knickers. " He chuckled some and pressed his lips tenderly to the side of her jaw. " What did Snow White, and Grumpy say? " he asked finally opening his eyes and attempting to make a snatch for her phone to see the response. Aiden, who had been all about business and being emotionally distant for the entirety of his life. Found that having friends was kind of nice. Nohr was a good natured fellow, and he was always amused watching now the pair acted together. Of course they'd not seen either face since they'd gone on their detoxacation in the woods. flurries beyond the window, did little to urge the undead to want to wander +

Nohr : welcome]

Versatility : Tap, tap, tap: the rhythmic, sharp strike of Pouf's cane against the sidewalk announced her approach. Her steps were otherwise hauntingly quiet. If not for her cane, one could imagine she could sneak up even on those with acute hearing. Her wild white hair danced in the cold winds, and her exhaled breaths were pale, billowy clouds on the air. She wore a long black coat over her usual blouse and skirts plus warm gloves and boots, but nothing to cover her head or face except her odd >

Versatility : owl-like mask. Her eyes glowed the bothersome blue that was forced by the town's spell. Those eyes were set upon the Cerulean Sins - one of the only places clearly open to the public at this late, chilly hour. During her steady approach along the sidewalk, she set eyes upon Fabienne and Merlyn. Pause came in her stride, her head tilted, and her stare fixed on Merlyn rather intently. Adjusting her grip on the silvery head of her cane, she resumed her steps, moving closer. "You have a >

Versatility : glow about you." She murmured to Merlyn, sounding intrigued.

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Nohr : NOOO]

Nohr : omfg, she left me]

Versatility : now we're going to kill you? )

Margot : >.>]\

Margot : -whips out vampire boyfriend-]

Versatility : ^_^ )

Margot : loool]

Nohr : wat]

Margot : ...I'm defending you.]

Versatility : xD _

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Nohr : Oh]

Āıden Aberdene  : the city streets. Actually, the motivation came from the fact that he realized, if it was cold, Margot would nestle into him, and if she nestled into him, he'd feel her warmth, and he'd suffer the frigid fucking snow for that! (Mind you, she would do it for his benefit and not her own. Ever met an undead that liked the cold?) " Fine, but you're going to buy me a damn coffee along the w..." he sighed " Of course you packed your purse " he snorted some and shrugged his shoulders at that " don't worry I've got my wallet " He said reaching into the other pocket of her purse to pull the thin magnetic leather wallet out. With another quick kiss to her cheek, Aiden gathered both of his coat, and a scarf that was kind of out of place on him, and yet he wore it all the time simply because Margot had surprised him with it. " Coffee does sound good right now " He said as he wrapped an arm around Margot's shoulder and lead her out into the evening. ~ Along the way, He did get his coffee +

Nohr : YEAH, whip it out]

Āıden Aberdene  : Yes, because as you know, Margot can swing me around like a stick )

Versatility : obviously )

Margot : -glances at Aiden expectantly- Well, whip it out.]

Āıden Aberdene  : -unzips- )

Nohr : ok no]

Āıden Aberdene  : -his coat and pulls his credit card out- )

Versatility rofl )

Nohr : -calls Scotland Yard for indecency-]

Āıden Aberdene  : Discover mother fucker )

Margot : LMFAO]

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Margot : welcome back, sweet frand]

Mєяlγη : wb))

Aralie : course when I step away the interwebz is liek QUICK SHE IZNT LUKING -runs away- ]

Aralie : ty milorts ]

Nohr : wb ]

Versatility : wb )

Āıden Aberdene  : and Margot got hers too, after all how could he ever dream of buying himself some fine black brew without providing her with some of her own? He would never do that, because if he did. She'd end up drinking his and he'd be left with none. Despite that, the walk was filled with the usual Margot and Aiden banter, loving, off the wall from time the time, and of course teasing in both directions, until they eventually arrived at the aforementioned bar where the advertisements of 'Christmas Karaoke" Had Aiden near mouth breathing with excitement! " Oh we are so fucking singing Jingle Bells! " He smirked to Margot before opening the door and standing aside " Youth before Beauty " -end-

Margot : -eyeroll-]

Mєяlγη Has no idea what the posting order is xD)

Versatility : somebody pick one? )

Margot : Merly, go ahead and respond to Versa]

Mєяlγη : okies)

Mєяlγη : .: The angel didn't like the spell, she didn't like that it was giving her away, but the entire time they'd been here she'd complied with the laws. The first day they'd come into town, the angel had sensed the enchantment and even when they'd been carted off to 'register.' she still didn't seem to pay much mind to it. After all, no one appeared to be getting hurt, and no humans were being killed *to her knowledge.* It wasn't the first time she'd been under the microscope of some supernatural organization, she wasn't overly open about her species and as such she didn't immediately say anything towards the masked being. The grace probably flashed in her eyes, but it was unclear if the blue-ish white glow would be seen under the blue glow that the spell caused. /Do I?/ the angel asked, she offered a tilted head and those normally purple eyes studied the masked woman before her. She had noticed the gathering ahead of her, noting the people going inside of establishment just in front<C>

Margot : after that, PO: Versa, Nohr, Margot, Aralie, Aiden, Merly

Margot : ]*

Margot : We're gonna keep it to a two-para max so that we can keep it light and fun for everyone!]

Margot : by we, I mean Aiden, Nohr, Aralie and myself. Once we hit 3-4+ we usually back off description a bit to keep things moving along~]

Versatility : I like these rules )

Margot : me too. Less pressure to be flowery, moar room for fun!]

Aralie : me, too ;_; cuz sick and tired D; ]

Mєяlγη : .: them. At the moment, strangely enough her attention was taken from her ward. | Fabi paused when she heard someone talking to Merlyn, the half gallifreyan seemed to only quietly listen. The odd little creature didn't really dabble in magic, though those normally deep maroon eyes lifted to the masked woman. The blue glow giving her away that she wasn't human either, which if one could see Fabienne, it wasn't exactly a secret. She was still hungry, but she didn't pull away to follow into the establishment. It wasn't like Lyn would allow her to go off alone anyways, especially while they were in town. She knew the angel's feelings on the entire thing, even if Merlyn never said a word about it :.

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : Should never feel pressured to write flowery. Write as you feel, what you feel, at the pace you want. ))

Margot : ^]

Mєяlγη nod nod))

Aralie : UR NOT MAI DAD ]

Margot : lmfao]

Mєяlγη : xD)

Aralie : <3 ]

Margot : Sorry, she's a little sleep drunk]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : I WILL MAKE ME YOUR DADDY ))

Margot : ....]

Margot : -oh-]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : I'll get tha belt, lil miss, and you'll bleed until you cry for me to be. ))

Margot : ....I need to...ahem...excuse myself.]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : ^-^; sorry, continue. ))

Aralie : LMAO ]

Mєяlγη : that escalated quickly0

Mєяlγη : ))

Aralie : -suddenly has a daddy named Nadine- ]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : 😀 ))

Versatility : Pouf's gaze shifted to Margo and Aiden, if only for a moment, as the pair of lovers made to enter the bar. Aiden's close proximity to Pouf caused a fluctuation in her unseen aura; seemingly a response to his particular kind, as she'd had no such response to the others nearby. He would, if he paid attention, feel it as something imperceptibly thin, like the brush of spiderwebs; uncomfortable and itching, but brief. She withdrew her aura, redirection her attention to Merlyn. She >

Āıden Aberdene  : -Takai voice- oooh my! )

Versatility : xD )

Versatility : withdrew her aura, redirecting her attention to Merlyn. She responded to the simple question with a slow nod. "You do, to me." A faint smile curled her lips, and her eyes went to Fabienne then. "You feel different as well." Sharp gaze fixed on Merlyn. "Would you and your companion be amenable to conversation?" She shifted her cane to her front, leaning against it with both hands braced against the handle. "Perhaps indoors, where it is warmer?"

Versatility : eek, bad copy there. apologies )

Margot : It's okay!]

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Versatility : welcome )

Akira : hi Versa)

Versatility : hiya )

Akira : how are you?)

Versatility : not bad. doin' some RP with these peeps )

Akira : cool)

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Aralie : -iz nao also a peep, with a daddy named Nadine; the story continues- ]

Nohr : wtf]

Margot : no comment]

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ snickers ))

Akira : The things I seem to miss)

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Mєяlγη : ollo ))

Versatility : welcome )

Margot : -puts book away-]

Margot : Hello Soru~]

Nohr : Text messages had been exchanged betwixt Margot and Jolene unbeknownst to Nohr. Not like he didn’t dislike the woman. In fact, he even had a nickname for her – Wispy. And for her partner? Genteel. The modern alchemist furtively favored their company. So, when he found out that the pair of them were going to be joining Aralie and himself … he sensed a further trap. Although it wouldn’t be just HIM dragged into the Yuletide caroling. Poor Aiden was surely going to be suffering right alongside him. That was a kindred blessing in disguise. They’d be able to slip off into some corner and have a chat while Margot and Jolene HOPEFULLY lost themselves drunkenly to the holiday spirit. ‘Cuz who the fuck wanted to be sober when singing up a bunch of cheery tunes anyway? [c]

Soru : ello , thank you and Hello Margot))

ɲäɖɨɳᴇ : Welcome))

Soru : thank you))

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Mєяlγη : brb shortly. ))

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Nohr : Then again – he pretty much answered his question for himself … they would [he sure as fuck wouldn’t though.] Which was why – as soon as he and Aralie entered the building; their gazes immediately drawn to the décor, Nohr [this time] proceeded to hoick around the illecebrous wench IMMEDIATELY toward the bar. Upon arriving; four shots with spiked eggnog [bourbon and eggnog] were ordered by the tetchy male and upon knocking back two of them already – he ordered another round [this time with the intent on holding himself back, saving the rest for Magot when she arrived with Aiden.] Leaning into the bar’s counter, he shrugged off his coat and lightly tugged at Jolene’s, taking hers off as well to unveil that shimmery outfit she wore underneath.  He wasn’t decked out in splendor himself, [c]

Nohr : but a pair of jeans with boots and a loose, black v-neck were enough for him. So for now, Jolene & Nohr waited – heckling each other in their time at the bar; the occasional tug at one’s clothing or hair being done toward one another. Yeah, this was ‘normal.’ At least they could forget what the fuck happened earlier with the arrival of their newfound friends. WHICH, BY THE WAY! Appeared in the threshold of the tavern whereupon Nohr lifted his arm up high to signal to the pair of them that he and Jolene were nearby. [e]

Aralie : :: When Nohr protested (more in woe than actual denial) with a blurted ‘No!’ Jolene breathed an exuberant “Yes!” right back at him, with her countenance brightening up along with her tone. She looped her arm through his, began to tug him toward the Christmas karaoke wonderland (nightmare, wonderland, depended on perspective!). She paused to pluck up her phone as it buzzed, and swiped her thumb across the digital keyboard to send a few responses. “Margot and Aiden will join us – can’t let them down!” She declared with too much cheer glowing toward Nohr before she jerked him toward the entryway again. The day had been complicated, rising from causal, flirtatious work in the antique shop, to the… whatever-the-hell-happened… to walking in the wintry, Christmas atmosphere singing and teasing… and another positive rise came with Christmas karaoke and friends to join!? Strange as their shared visions and the incorporeal voices all had been, these things fell to the background for [c]

Mєяlγη : back ))

Margot : Welcome back!]

Mєяlγη : ty))

Aralie : now. Some might ask HOW that was possible – shouldn’t they be panicking still? Angsting? *Something* related to it all? Whatever should or shouldn’t be done, they were going inside the tavern playing Christmas music. Santa hats and candy cane scarves were available up front for singers to don during their karaoke caroling. The atmosphere was jovial and fun – carrying a lightness many people could benefit by to experience now and then. Aralie had *no* issue with the holiday drinks Nohr demanded had to happen (good! Get in the spirit, wretch!). Margot and Aiden arrived – Margot bearing more of a demeanor alike to Nohr’s about this atmosphere, and Aiden? He looked as jolly as Jolene! Yesss! she texted to Margot, hoping to woo her to more comfort with potential, mischievous opportunity. Meanwhile, Nohr was waving the duo over. “Merry Christmas!” She grinned at Nohr, toasting one of the drinks against his and drinking – essentially [c]

Aralie : demanding he down his right away, too. “By the way…” she side-eyed Nohr. “I *did* sign you and Aiden up for a duet, too.” She slanted his way, lips hovering near his cheek, “…Oops?” It was no fucking ‘oops,’ but she pressed a slow kiss to the side of his face to bewilder him a little amid her merry trolling, then turned to greet Aiden and Margot. “Good to see you again! Happy holidays!” [d] ::

Margot : ••• Any excuse the withy sybil could get to cozy up to her waking peril was a good one. Cold weather, merry spirits, what-have-you. Surprised by Aiden’s sudden interest in coffee, Margot happily obliged the pit-stop. Tugging on the end of his scarf with affection as he paid for their coffees, ordering hers without needing her input. Mhm, that was about as attractive as it got-- a man who knew her coffee order. Taking what seemed like ‘the long way’, the pair ambled about the streets of Portree, giddy with the effervescent rose-tinted-glasses that colored the world of burgeoning affection. With the amount the pair seemed to know about one another, and their natural magnetic draw, it would have been easy to assume things were quite a bit -familiar- between them. But their relationship was paced. Margot, despite her foresight, was in no rush. She knew their time was limited, and she reveled in each moment. Holding coffee and leaning into her sweetest, the withy clairvoyant followed-c

Margot : his lead without protest, merrily humming along to the music broadcast through the shopping district of the Scottish city with unrelenting peace. She’d never been so happy. Once they reached Cerulean Sins, Aiden noted the Christmas Karaoke with childlike glee. God, it was painfully endearing to see him flip the switch from debonair vampire to excitable sweetheart. In a morbid way, she absently wondered if he could even -get- drunk. She knew he’d be making a brief pit-stop to vomit up the coffee before they got to whatever fresh hell Christmas Karaoke was. “Correction:”  she started, “-You- will be singing Jingle Bells. I don’t sing in front of people.” She clearly did not recall her drunken songbird performance. Shooting a sharp glance at Aiden as they entered the bar, the seer passed through what felt like a viscosity to the air. For a moment, her head reeled. A strange sense of nostalgia, mixed with mortal fear, grasped her by the gut. She didn’t know why, but the pivotal -c

Margot : passing between Aiden, herself, Merlyn, and Pouf held a dizzying gravity. Grasping Aiden’s arm, the seer corrected her balance and smiled in meek greeting to the pair, assuming that a vision was trying to barrage her senses, unsuccessfully. Immediately upon entry, the seer felt relief. She scanned the bouyant atmosphere for Aralie and Nohr. Calm blue lights faded into violet, and then a vibrant kelly green, mimicking the northern lights inside the bar. Yuletide decor punctuated the otherwise sleek architecture of the hoppin’ hot-spot. And upon spying Aralie, Margot urged Aiden toward the pair, embracing her as soon as she could. A buoyant spirit filled Margot, knowing exactly how positive Jolene and Nohr’s impact would be on her life-- combined with the fact that the four were simultaneously experiencing the thrill of courtship at the same time, making for a merry atmosphere in itself. "Good Yule to you!" she replied as she squeezed the silver fox. Quickly after, seeing about -c

Margot : those shots provided by Nohr. .•••

Versatility Pouf's eyes had flickered briefly to Margot as the woman passed with Aiden, noting the woman's abrupt sway. Had she felt her aura, too? It appeared so, and beyond that, Margot seemed to have felt it just as it was: something potentially dangerous, yet restrained. Pouf mirrored Margot's smile and said not a word; and her clever mask and the glowing blue eyes hid her full expression.