Paget Brewster on the set of Another Period 

Location: 3C @ the Kavanagh Date: February 1st, 2017 Availability: @catastrophically-aware

A half-smile on her face, the phone in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, Magda showed up on her sister’s doorstep: it was her birthday, after all, and any good sister makes plans. If anything, she was—humbled?—to have been allowed the precious evening itself. The Nephilim always planned a communal birthday celebration since it was far easier to deal with three in one as opposed to a rager every night. Plus, her birthday, she was working. But the gift Magda had planned this year was... unusual... so she needed to deliver it in person. She didn’t even know if it was any good; she had never tried to force a prophecy like this before, on a topic, and she didn’t know if it worked. She recorded it because she couldn’t remember what she gave, but couldn’t bring herself to listen to it yet.

“Happy birthday,” she said as her sister opened the door; she’d been expected. The redhead gave her an awkward hug, her hands still full, as she stepped inside. Once inside, she moved to the kitchen to put down the champagne and her iPhone. Along the way, she saw remnants of Zoe everywhere; she almost winced. On the one hand, Magda was thrilled that Maria was taking an interest in her own life for once, doing things for herself from time to time and not constantly fretting about saving the world—just mostly fretting about saving the world. On the other, moving in was... really early. It was a total lesbian u-haul moment, the kind that the freedom in Magda loved cringed to think about. She enjoyed her personal space and her schedule was erratic; she couldn’t think about sharing living quarters with someone she only recently began dating, no matter how long she’d known them before.

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Location: The Empty Glass Date: February 1st, 2017 Availability: @reedhan

It was about 9pm and the bar was as hopping as it always was, even for a Wednesday—ain’t nobody wanting to miss Miranda’s Coyote Ugly moments in them little shorts, nor the mouth she had on her yelling into the megaphone. There was still tension between Ro and her boss, ever since she showed up to her shift last Saturday and got told she didn’t work there. That was a fun conversation. After Ro had recited almost everything there was to know about this hell hole of a bar as well as the recipes to a few proprietary cocktails—and hiked up her shirt to expose her stomach—Miranda had waved dismissively and said, Well, guess we’ll need the help on a Saturday anyway, and walked away looking over the shoulder at Ro as if she’d grown two new heads. It was weird, the same kind of weird that meant Ro didn’t recognize half the regulars any more. It was weird as in wyrd—something was definitely messing with the universal web of existence. She just hadn’t sorted out what yet.

She had barely wiped down the bar and gotten to making some cocktail called the Witch’s Heart—that always made her laugh, made her think of Gullveig—made with apple vodka, grenadine, and topped with Viniq. Whatever floats boats, Ro thought with a shrug and gave the martini to the girl with the outstretched hand like an impatient maw. At least she tipped. That’s about when the power flickered; the storm outside must be getting bad. With a sigh, Ro exchanged a look with Miranda: they both knew they had to stay open. If the power went, it was probably too difficult to drive. Miranda went to go get flashlights, lanterns, and to place candles in strategic locations that wouldn’t burn the place down; Ro had to deal with the clientele. “Alright, listen up!” Ro said, using the megaphone into the darkness. “We haven’t closed during hurricanes and we aren’t gonna close for a blackout, so park your asses and get settled, we don’t know how long we’ll be here.”