#calam.starter

Selene relished being on stage - the lights, the heat, the thrum of the music through her system as she moved, sand with a pitch that could almost make the Merfolk jealous. She revelled in it.

The attention.

It fed her soul, fed a hunger in her she had since she was a child. To be seen, to be admired. And oh did they admire when she performed. She smiled out into the crowd, purple tendrils of magic coiling from her fingers, wrapping around the audience, her body, like teasing strokes that only added to the flare and wonder of her performance.

It felt so natural in her hands, something she needed to add to her collection immediately. The only issue, however... "You're out of your mind if you think this is worth three-hundred. I'll give you two." Azagi bartered, a snarl on her face as she looked over the stall owner, almost daring them to argue with her. She could feel the anger at such an offer in them building, rising like a crescendo and yet... it fizzled, and they accepted her offer. Disappointing, really, but at least she had gotten what she wanted.

location: any eatery tbh

This is what she gets for not going to her usual place. Being in a new place, with no braille menus or screen readers in her sight, a nightmare. And she's way too far from her usual place to even do anything.

She adjusted her sunglasses and cane, her seeing eye dog in tow. Pom can feel the looks of pity before they started rushing off. This was her life now. Her stomach growled as she sighed, forcing herself to swallow her pride. She gazed at the figure next to her, gently tapping their hand.

"Could you read the specials by any chance?" Pom asked in a quiet whisper.

Location: Pit Stop

A month of hibernation meant cedric was behind. He scanned the papers to see if anyone won the lottery or had a major life changing event. Sadly the pickings were slim. It was all it took to not roll his eyes at the sacchrine sweet announcements of marriages destined to fail or promises of minor innovations that will never happen.

Sipping on his third Pumpkin Spice Frappe, he looked up at the decor. "Pumpkin Spice seems to happen earlier each year but I can't deny it's sweetnessss." He said falling into his habit of hissing. He felt a prescence nearby.

"The seat is unoccupied, sit if you pleasssse." He said.

For Otsana, it was mandatory to meet other Council members on neutral ground, especially those whose intentions she couldn’t help but suspect. The mer Queen’s aim was noble, and the old werewolf could catch a glimpse of true light in her eyes those few times they met —in and outside of Council business— but she was certain that other people would try to take political advantage of their new arrangement.

She wasn’t any different, she had her own agenda too, even if she didn’t mean any harm with it. Peace was appealing, but uncovering the identity of the mysterious letter sender was what she truly sought. A position like this could help expose them.

With a sigh, Otsana checked the watch on her wrist. She had arrived at the meeting point way too early and all she could do now was wait and observe the people around her. She wasn’t used to lowering her guard anywhere else but her farm, but as she did it, she could hear a few birds even in the loud murmur of the square.

She needed a break. Deniz has only been at work at Sinsation for a few hours, yet already, the murderous urge to rid the world of her clients thus far was rampant. She can't do it. She simply can't live life today. What the mermaid wouldn't give to be back home right now, just spending the day with her siblings and pretending as if there was nothing wrong with her life.

And yet... It was because of her siblings, and it was because she is doing all she can to provide for them, that she must stay. She has to.

As a sigh left her lips and she gazed up to the sky. Resting up against the brick wall of the alleyway outside Sinsation, she soon tensed up at a sudden sound. Shit... "I'll be back inside in a moment; I was just taking a five."

Peyton walked into the Roadhouse, the place felt like a second home to her after all. If she was going to try something new, there was no place she was more comfortable doing that than here. She sat down at the bar, wearing a curly blonde wig, and ordered her usual drink before tossing some of the fake hair over her shoulder and smiling at the person next to her. "What do you think? Does this look suit me for a little on-stage character I'm working on?" she winked. "Best part of my job, playing with different looks."

The streets at this hour were thin things, stretched quiet under the weight of half-burnt lamps and the murmur of wind through alleyways. Isolde didn’t quicken her steps, didn’t glance over her shoulder — the kind of woman who knew if something was trailing her, it should pray it stayed in the shadows. Her heels rang out steady, like a heartbeat, sparks flickering from her fingertips as she toyed with flame the way others might twirl a coin. She looked more amused than wary, lips curved in that arrogant half-smile of hers.

“You’d think a city this cursed would have better entertainment,” she muttered, dry and easy, like she was speaking to whoever might be dumb enough to listen. Her eyes caught a glimmer in the dark, and a dare carved into her grin. “Well? come on then. I promise I only bite when I’m bored.” And the truth of it was simple; the night didn’t scare Isolde Henrix. It never had.. in reality, the night should have known better than to keep staring back.