Calamitous Starters

Eitherway, the alpha was in a mood tonight. In fact, he was the one to sit alone this time..at some..cafeteria early in the morning, his arms bent over the table as he looked down on his coffee. His body language should have been a giveaway but someone did not care to notice.."If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of my face in two seconds." the male said without looking who had just touched his arm. And he meant it.

Location: idk, pick a bar.

It wasn't entirely too that Hollis found himself drinking, alone, in a bar. In fact, he rarely found himself alone in general and he wasn't quite sure why he was now. He didn't have to be... But he assumed he wouldn't be the best company today. The anniversary of his parents death sat heavy on his shoulders. It always would, no matter what people told him. Hollis was the sole reason his parents were no longer around. And thinking about how they were gone and he wasn't just...never sat well with him. That was why Hollis dove head first into medicine. He wanted to make his parents proud of him in some way.

As he sat at the bar, tapping his fingers against his glass, he noted how low his drink was getting and how the bartender didn't seem to want to come down to his side of the bar. Clicking his tongue, Hollis released a huff and ran his fingers through his hair, "Have they come down here once?" He asked aloud. If Hollis was going to drink, he was going to drink... and he would rather it not be interrupted by the lack of booze in his glass.

Humming helped a bit with finding the right key. It took nearly an hour, but Daphne was more confident of each note. This was the song that her mother used to sing even if she still could not recall a single word. The crack of a dead stick caused her to raise her head, jumping up to look around.  “Who’s there?” She hadn’t realized just how much time had passed.

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Saylor knew it was unwise of her to leave the forgotten, but she needed some time alone. She was tired of being in the castle; tired of feeling like she had no where to go. Her Advisors were trying to do what was best for her, but she refused to be painted as a coward. She’d go out, with or without their permission. With guards, of course. She’d never leave them behind.

The slaughter ring was a place she rarely visited, which is why she went. No one would expect the Queen of the Forgotten to be there. Which meant, if anyone was looking for her, they’d be looking elsewhere. 

Dark, lush and more enticing than ever, yet with a chilly feeling that warns you before stepping in. The Nepenthe looked richer and fuller than before, but it also spoke more clearly about the infernal being behind its wheel.

The reopening was a success, the club was filled to the brim and there was still a long line right at the gates. Tons of people waiting their turn to see what’s new and what remains the same. Najelon didn’t want to change it all, nor could his already emptied safe handle any more unnecessary excess. Still, the investment was worth it, he knew Raven had done her best to wipe off any sea remains, so he didn’t hold back with the expenses to honor her efforts.

Everything was going well, as expected, yet he had a nudging feeling, like he couldn’t let his guard down, not even a little, not even at his own home. Things hadn’t gone back to normal, not yet, perhaps not ever. Even the business that used to occur at the lowest level of the building was put on hold until time told of a promising profit. So, the Incubus stayed posted at his seat, the one only he and his special guests could use. Higher than others on a small platform before the main stage. 

there was a tugging in her stomach, a tightness in her chest —- yet still she pulled open the door to a place that was never really familiar to her before. tonight’s view was different though. it wasn’t the same, usual, drunk assholes that she was used to seeing too wasted at the bar. this one she was pretty sure she knew. a heavy breath parting brims as she reaches the empty stool beside them, fist knocking two quick pounds on the bar top to garner their attention. worked for both. “ two waters and the usual, please. ’  she couldn’t help it. there was something inside of her, despite how much she liked to deny it —- that couldn’t help but want ti save people. it was annoying, really. 

now her attention was on them, sliding both waters in front of them as their figure turned to face them. “ you okay? ’

who: open to all @calamitousstarters​

when: late at night

Viridia loved going to the nepenthe, if only for how convenient it was with the underground tunnels for the demons to use. By now she had already been there a while and gotten a human to exhibit a delicious about of envy, so she was in a great mood. She walked over to the seats closest to the stage and sat down in a chair next to someone, not really caring if it was reserved for anyone. "You know, I thought I'd get tired of the whole cabaret thing after a while, but damn it's still fun to watch," she laughed, then leaned towards the person next to her. "So, anyone in here caught your eye tonight?"

Some nights were certainly rougher than others, vampires with shorter fuses or Blaidd himself who wasn’t going to take any bullshit. All factors that led to smatters of bruises and cuts across his face and body, varying degrees of old and new, healing and fresh. Tonight was another one of those nights, the vampires all seemed riled up about something, a hunt or a bet between a few of them, whatever it was Blaidd didn’t care too much. But he needed a break, so found a few short minutes to sit and smoke - hopefully. He tugged a packet out of his pocket, needing the fresh hit of nicotine quickly before he had to deal with more vampires for the rest of the evening. “Can a guy get five minutes around here?” He groaned, more to himself when it appeared he wasn’t going to be left alone for his brief break. 

So much had had changed in the almost full year Andrew was gone from Calamity and his underwater kingdom. The responsibilities of his title and heartache had begun to fuse together inside his chest causing a pressure that instead of turning into a diamond - something strong and firm - it began to crack and crumble. He knew he was on the verge of a disastrophe that would have left him either broken more so, bruised or dead. It wasn’t healthy the way he thought about himself as he looked in the mirror each morning wondering ‘why bother’. Everything good in his life was gone because of him, tossed aside because Andrew never saw himself deserving of any of it; a family, love, people that relied on him. So, again, he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave into that small voice that had always lived in the back of his mind so he left. 

Well he left after talking to his wonderful wife with a plan in his hand. 

He left to go find meaning for himself, to help the kingdom that he was now partly in charge of as a way to give himself a purpose. Moving from mer-kingdoms to mer-kingdoms that weren’t part of Calamity and The Forgotten, Andrew used his quick wit and charismatic charms to get them to help his kingdom should a war break out. He wasn’t a strong fighter, he honestly was a bit of a coward but this he realized he could do well. And so he did. 

Alliances joined their side, some more eager to help than others and eventually Andrew soon found himself looking into the mirrors in the morning and no longer thinking ‘why bother’. He had found his new purpose and passion for life and when he felt that not only was his work done, but that spark inside him was strong enough, he made his way back to The Forgotten. 

Back home. 

Andrew had been home for a few days when he finally found the urge to step onto land for the first time in almost a year. Scale exchanged he took his first steps assuming that it would be like riding a bike– It was not. Falling flat on his ass on the sand, he let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his head towards the nearest person because of course he wasn’t lucky enough to be alone for this moment of failure. “Care to help me up? Seems I have lost my land legs as embarrassing as this is.” 

Eddie rarely got out nowadays but he was beginning to feel like he might be going crazy, even a grump like him needed some type of interaction human or otherwise. He’s already five beers deep and a little tipsy when he sits down at the roulette table, taking off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves when he sees someone sit down next to him. He weighs the chips in his hands and turns to the stranger, giving them a tight lipped nod before throwing down a chip once the dealer calls out for everyone to place their bets. 

the wind blew gently across the flower petals, the white fabric of her dress pressing against her body, highlighting the physique of the fae as she stood within the grass. leaning against one of the beautiful, thick trees of myre grove, she watched all the halloween creatures come into her territory and put their stink all over it. 

witches, and werewolves, and mermaids, and vampires. dressing up as each other and more – they all looked ridiculous. the fae had no need to dress up, only sporting her ethereal, white wings and gown as she watched people ponder the three doors. 

It had been a while since Teddy had used one of those rooms. Longer still since he had ordered anyone to come join him in it -but alas, you guessed it. He was doing both of those things tonight. It wasn’t that he was in any particular mood but rather that he’d been craving entertainment for quite some time. This..provided a means for it and he planned on using every part of the buffalo.

Having had something to drink, the vampire pushed back against the leather of that couch the second the door cracked open, blue hues staring through the darkness. Glistening as they landed on..someone. But oh?

“You’re not what I requested..”

one glance was all it took for her to decide on which door she could potentially walk into

flowers? 

fuck no.

she was done with rose colored glasses, and botanical wonderlands, with daydreams and healing dust that could close up any wound, except for the one that was aching deep below bones and matter and had been rotting at the very center of the soul. 

“i have a feeling about this one.” she spoke, her hand pressed against the cold surface of the first door. witches and their feelings. she could imagine the person behind her already chuckling at her sentence. 

“don’t laugh.”