bad omens

Option 1: Self Harm, Minor Injury Tw

"Allah Allah!" Kiraz practically flinched as the person greeted her. "Why is everyone in this town so fucking loud," She grumbled under her breath. Her spare hand had all the while been scratching away at her skin from where she had sat at a table at the Daily Drip. Only, she hadn't realized her claws had come out at the sudden shock until her nail had nicked her own skin. "Ah shit," She cussed, reaching to grab some spare napkins to press against the small cut she had just given herself. "Sorry. Just jumpy. There's a full moon tonight and all."

Option 2:

If there was one town she had wanted to stay as far away from as physically possible, it was the seaside town of Lunar Cove. Yet, here she was, the day of a full moon, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand as she followed after some bumbling tour guide as they rattled off all sorts of inaccuracies, like how before Shadow Lake dried up, it was rumored to be home to the Loch Ness Monster of all things. Wrong. 'Nessie being here' was just some silly prank the sirens started. Or how the 80s film, The Creature of Shadow Lake, which was filmed partially in town, was supposedly cursed, with all of the cast and crew suffering ailments of some kind after filming. The ailments did happen, but that had nothing to do with a witch's curse and everything to do with the director being a nepotist-loving asshole who trespassed on other residents' properties with her cast of family members to shoot particular scenes. But the part of the tour that did catch her attention was everything she hadn't known about, like the part about all of the previous Council leaders and their rather gruesome deaths. The tour walked them along many of the different murder locations before ending the historical walk in front of the steps of Town Hall, where one of the previous Fae Queens, Marjorie, had bit the dust. "Y'all have really accumulated quite the death count in this town, now haven't ya?" She let out a low whistle as she turned toward the nearest person walking along the Town Green. She wasn't all that surprised, given the chaos that had just gone down at the Masquerade Ball. But things certainly seemed different from what she had expected.

Option 3:

"Pst, did you get anything yet?" Len whispered to the rustling sound coming out of the alleyway trash bins. "They're total assholes, so there has to be some dirt on them," She kept her voice down as she spoke to Yoko, her raccoon familiar, that was currently rummaging through one of her least favorite client's trash bins in an attempt to find some dirt on them that she could spill on her latest podcast episode. But, at the sound of footsteps approaching, Lennon sidestepped in front of the trash in an attempt to hide what Yoko was up to from view. "Hey," She flashed the passerby an unassuming smile. "So, what brings you to the, uh, alleyway in the dead of night?" She asked, attempting to make casual conversation, just as a bang came from inside the trash can behind her.

The vampire cocked her head as she watched the sight before her, the short woman speaking to something in a dirty alleyway was certainly a sight to behold. "If you're trying to be inconspicuous, this is not the way to do it." Rio advised, gesturing to their general surroundings. "Who's your friend?" She asked, nodding down the alleyway to whoever, or whatever, was down there.

Charlie in Sunny Harbor. (0/3)

Slowly, the sun began to peak over the water's horizon, illuminating a figure at the end of a dock. Her golden hair began to glow in the morning's light. She kept her eyes down on the water, and her long, pink tail that swung in the air above it. It wouldn't be long until she dried and could return home, after a sleepless night turned into a thought-filled swim, but the creak of a board somewhere behind her spooked the siren back into the water with a splash that sprayed the dock.

Renzō in Downtown. (0/3)

It was the morning after the masquerade ball. Renzō had the opening shift at the Daily Drip. The morning rush was slower than usual. He imagined most people were enjoying their time in bed after the disaster at Moore manor the night before. His mind mulled it over as the witch sipped espresso from a cup in the quiet coffee shop. The ding of the door's bell, announcing someone's arrival, drew Renzō from his thoughts. "Morning." He greeted before ever seeing who had entered. "What can I get started for you?"

Option One

Blinking slowly, Rangi turned toward the sound of a familiar voice. Her hand was outstretched, fingers set delicately on top of one of the records as if she were going to pluck it up and buy it. The problem was that she didn't remember getting here. One minute she'd been at home on the couch, watching some stupid TV show, and the next she was here.

Which meant she had fallen asleep at some point, then gotten up and slept walked her way here. Great.

"What?" she asked, then, finally realizing she'd been asked a question. She dropped her hand and turned to face him more fully. "Sorry, I-- didn't hear what you said."

"I asked if you had seen a rock wearing a cowboy hat and with a moustache, real cute, answers to Rock Hudson." Mac prattled on, weighing up his options on what to say next. "Are you all good?" He asked, despite himself.

"Have I seen your... pet rock around town?" He cocked a brow up slightly as he tried to fight the smirk that was toying at the corner of his lips. "No. Can't say it rings a bell, but at this rate, you may just be the most fascinating man I've ever met. You know that, right?"

Savannah sat perched on the rim of the water tower. Her legs swung freely over the edge and, now and then, her boots would cut lazy shapes through the air far above the quiet town of Lunar Cove. She had climbed up here in an attempt to clear her head, thankful that they had finally had a day warm enough for her to be able to yank herself up without fear of slipping on ice or reaching the top only to be met with a fresh coating of snow. Instead, the last few rays of the setting sun had reached the metal beneath her palms as she stared down at the blades of grass below, thankful that the snow had melted away for now and, hopefully Punxsutawney Phil was wrong and Spring would be there before they knew it, because for the first day, in a long time, it was finally starting to feel like Spring.

The sky was mid-transition. Burnt orange bled into dusty pink as the sun sunk low enough to everything feel briefly cam for a change. A breeze teased loose strands of her hair across her cheek, carrying with it the faint smell of the rusk from the water tower and she found herself exhaling without thinking. A soft, tired sigh slipped out as she brought the open beer up to her lips. For a moment, she just watched the light fade, listening to the quiet clink of bottles beside her, balanced between the day she’d had and the night still waiting. Only what she hadn't been expecting was the ladder beside her to begin to shake and before she knew it the top of a brunette head began to emerge. "Ah shit- sorry, I just, wasn't really expectin' anyone else to come up here. Ya kinda found my hidin' spot, but you wouldn't happen to want a beer now, would ya? That is unless, you climbed all the way up here to yell at me to climb my ass back down?"

He hadn't expected anyone to be in his sanctuary, there hadn't been for the many previous weeks that he had been making his way up the tower, so the intrusion startled him a little. "You and me both." He admitted as he pulled himself up, the familiar creaking of the platform as he did more comforting than concerning, despite how ominous it sounded. "I'll trade you." He smirked, pulling one of his own beers out of his bag and offering it to the blonde. "And if I were going to yell you down, I would have waited at the bottom, enjoyed the view as you did." he shrugged shamelessly as he got comfortable, dangling his legs over the edge of the platform, letting them sway gently in the nothing that stretched beneath them. "So what are you hiding from up here?"

Dilan had spent the last few weeks at treatment for her depression, while it wasn’t exactly a snowglobe life, it had helped. Taking a sip of her coffee as she sat on the bench outside of the Daily Drip. Closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath and enjoy the warm spring air until she heard someone else. Turning to look at them, she gave a smile. “Hey,” She greeted with a slight wave. “Want to sit down?” Gesturing to the empty spot next to her. 

"It looks like a fucking Lush. What are they brewing in there? Bath bombs? That shit makes me break out. Oh, and they stain tubs too. Fun fact. Left the bathroom in this Holiday Inn bright fucking red few month ago. Hightailed it out of there before they started looking for a body. What? I was stressed. I needed some R&R." Peering into the window and seeing mostly his own reflection in the darkened glass, Kamran stepped back with a sigh.

Clad in a hoodie with two cans of spray-paint dangling from his hip, the witch seemed to have been looking for something to tag when he got into a conversation with someone and began peeking in windows. "I don't know, dude. I don't like groups. Like, what do I get out of a coven anyway? Covens sound cool in theory. Like, in a regular-ass town, being in a coven would be fucking cool. But here, it feels like maybe it's kind of the Rotary Club. No offense. What would you do if you were me? Would you look into joining up?"

Option B Location: Daily Drip, Open Mic Night

"Anyway, that was...that was my original song 'Fluorescent Bloodbath.' Again, my name is Kamran Ahmadi, and you should...you should check out my band and me at our next...Well, it's not my band. But I'm in it. It's called The Hex Pistols." He did not quite know when their next gig would be, but one had to be coming sooner or later. "There will be flyers. You should look for them. It'll be kind of underground."

Standing in front of a subdued room with his guitar, Kamran seemed to realize that maybe he had misread the tone of the night. The applause was scattered, if polite, and shifting back and forth in place, the witch seemed to realize he still had time to kill. "Uh...are there any requests?"

The other man was a spitfire, going a mile a minute so it took Mac half a second that he had been asked a question. "Oh, I'm actually expected to respond, you seemed to be doing mighty fine conducting a whole conversation by yourself. I didn't want to interrupt." The witch answered around his cigarette, bringing his lighter up before he continued. "You shouldn't be asking me for life advice, buddy. Taking my advice would probably be marginally worse than following your heart, or whatever."

"Hey, you. Looks like you're the last lock I still haven't tried," She flashed Rio a smile as she dangled the key she had been given between her fingers. "You don't mind if I put her in, now do ya?" She teased. The blonde had mainly swung by Joe's simply because she was craving a pizza, but now she found herself roped into this interesting to say the least game and she figured she might as well follow through.