Person: @adrianvoll Location: Yeah it's a bonfire "So there I stood, one hand still cuffed to the bedpost and maid service knocking...." He continues, it's an older story about an encounter he'd had with another witch a couple of years ago. It's something he can tell on autopilot, keep his eyes peeled on those around him, glance to the large fire now and then, his fingers itching to do something with it. "The worst part is that he's started crying while looking for the keys." Drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, he's not entirely satisfied with the small group of people he's chatting with. Kay could tell a story to anyone and talk his way out of just about anything that he couldn't just light on fire, but finding good company while Araceli was out of town was a challenge. "I got the cuff off myself but now the maid was standing there in the doorway, he's crying, there's a half jar of peanut butter still open on the nightstand....If you'd all excuse me for a second." They're not all that far from the Tower, witches flocked to these kinds of things, which meant he got to keep an eye out for fresh meat. Fresh meat that happened to look like the biggest lost puppy he'd ever seen standing at the edge of things. "Are you lost or taking a break from beating away potential suitors with a stick?" He asks as he approaches because this guy might be pretty, his eyebrows were ridiculously intimidating.

Person: @adrianvoll Location: Lil abandoned haus The village feels like it's hardly that. It is a grouping of sad little buildings that feel almost eerie to be moving in and out of. Felt a wee bit like they were desecrating a tomb, but it had to be done. So he'd cleared out a place, made a point to claim the cellar for himself, it's not much but it's something. He creeps out at night, tries to get some kind of news, ventures out into the wastes just a little as he tries to think of what's next. They're with the other refugees for now, he still thinks with Juneau, himself, and Adrian, they've got a better chance of surviving. "Ye know, the point of down here is that it's cold an' dark." He calls out as he hears the cellar door crack. It's evening, he's lounging in a sheet he's fashioned into a hammock and there seems to be a pause. "Unless yer trying tae offer breakfast in bed." It's cheeky because the smell of magic, coal, lingering metals, waft from the cracked door and he knows it's Adrian and not Juneau. That and he knew she wouldn't hesitate. Juneau didn't give much a damn about his privacy, the feral little thing.

Location: Courtyard Person: Forgive Me Father for I Have Sinned in the Coolest Ways Possible @adriannicodemus​

Location: Reception Hall Person: @adriannicodemus​ If it weren’t for the mass of tulle and lace that made up the skirt of her gown, Elmira thinks she would feel weightless. Years of planning, months of moving things around as more and more happened in the city that had even amounted to growing irritation over the last few weeks that was very unlike her. If things hadn’t actually gone off without a hitch, she was adamant that she’d have become one of those bridezillas. But her friends had come through for her, she hadn’t had to worry about a thing aside from saying her vows and shooting off two texts to Marisol and Marius as she was getting ready to let them know that she was thinking of them, even if they couldn’t attend. “I can’t thank you enough, Father. The ceremony was everything I hoped it would be.”

It was honestly always going to be funny that the two shops were right across from each other. Rumors swirled as to why and ranged from the two owners being friends to the owners actually being bitter rivals. Winter didn’t much care either way, it was like a Starbucks and a Dunkin Doughnuts being right next to each other. Magic was the big difference between them, it’d been what had led her to apply to one and not the other. It was something she was more familiar with, even if some of their patrons didn’t know about it. 

“You there, what do you know about the nightlife around here?” The tea shop was quiet but there was some lanky looking, floppy haired man who’d slipped behind the counter earlier and only just emerged again. Beau didn’t really look at him as he asked, it was less a question and more of a blunt demand, his eyes never leaving his phone. He was there for a good time, not a long time, and so far he’d only encountered bars that were lackluster and he hadn’t had it in him to visit the vampire bar yet. Solely because he’d creeped the place’s social media and it appeared that humans dressed like mall goths to get into it. To be among such a crop was truly a disgrace, he’d never want to be mistaken for one of those. If this man worked there, he surely he was local, had an inkling of the cooler haunts. “Bars, gloryholes, local orgy sites. Somewhere that doesn’t play top forty, I’m desperate.” @greyadriangrey​

Person: @adrianvoll Location: Outside Dragon's Draught She was giving herself days off now, going into the city not just for supply runs but to just....Go. And that meant she made a list of things she wanted to do and people she needed to check up. It was easy to get into any of the other bars in Eterna, Dragon's Draught wasn't just a bar though, it was classy and so she looks to Adrian beside her as they step through the door, the crowd inside full of all of those that'd flocked to the city for Progress Day. "Adrian Elizabeth," He is pretty, but he's rugged in a way that feels really Iskaran to her, but it's endearing. Like he's a lost puppy with those big brown eyes. "we are going to celebrate a different type of progress. Self progression and sheer resilience in the face of danger." Amen.