#darkeststarter

Besides food, there were two things that could not miss on a picnic, and it was his guitar and a flower crown, it just wasn’t the same for him when those two things weren’t present, so of course that every time he made a picnic, he had both of them. He loved to stay under a tree sat down, with flowers on his head, while he jammed a song on his guitar. He always had an extra flower crown in case someone joined him, which happened before. After eating his lunch, he rested his back on a tree, and started to play a song, he closed his eyes for a second, before he felt someone’s presence, and opened them once again, but didn’t stop playing, “If you want the flower crown, you can go ahead and take it,” the extra one was on the picnic towel, ready for anyone that wanted it to take it.

Sitting in the room he was assigned, the Singles Awareness Room,(lovely), Ruairi waved slightly as someone entered the room then presented the area, "Hey. Welcome. Make yourself at home." He smiled softly, "I got some movie on...we can change it t'ough if you want."

Where: Honesty is the Best Policy Room

What: Won’t You Be Mine? Event

“So apparently we’re unable to lie in here, huh?” Liv mused, her finger mindlessly trailing along the rim of her glass as she tilted up a curious brow at the room surrounding themselves. “So, be honest, how cute do I look in this top?” She asked, scrunching up her nose playfully at the other as if to let them know she was only teasing. 

Reunions and sentiments. He’d scoff at the silliness of it had it not been for the shit storm they had to face. It was beyond sick, this battle. The reasoning still hadn't made sense to Ken but who had time to think on such things when the doors finally opened and reinforcement stepped in. A little too late, but at least there was only one death. 

Blinking to adjust to the light outside, Ken, using his final dregs of strength, carried a bloodied and badly injured Ruairi out and placed him gently on the stretcher and hoped the man would be alright. Swatting away the medics that began checking him, Ken staggered out of their reach with a scowl. Idiots. There were others that needed help more. He'd been fine. He was fine. He crashed into a tree and fell down. Laughter broke through in bubbles of relief, of disbelief, of finally being released from what honestly was a nightmare scene. But as a shadow moved around him, Ken shot up immediately, senses on alert as if it wasn’t over, only to fall back down at a similar speed a second later clutching his side, “Fuckk.”

Ah-In was enjoying a wine at Bubbly Moments after a long day of work. She wanted to kick off her heels and massage her aching feet. But, that wasn’t very polite given her location. Another exhausting day of designing and prepping for an event. She really should schedule a massage one of these days when it wasn’t so busy. She snorted, when is it not busy? she sighed as she sipped at her red wine and looked around the bar. 

It was busy but even the noise wasn’t bothering her. She had taken out her professional bun and let her long tendril of black hair fall freely around her shoulders. She had her phone on silence as she didn’t want to be disturbed during her off time at least for a while. She locked eyes with someone across the way and she subtly dipped her chin in greeting to them. It was their choice if they would join her or not. 

Steeling herself, Corrine sipped at her drink, and then took every ounce of her self control not to wince at the burn. Blech. That's what she got for ordering the cheapest crap on the drink menu. But she was nothing if not stubborn. She'd spent what little money she had left on this garbage, and she was going to get her money's worth if it killed her. Another sip. It might kill her. 

Other than Corrine, there were only a few other patrons floating about The Whiskey Room. She was borderline day drinking as evening had really only just begun. A small swirl, like a glimmering golden thread, caught the corner of her eye as someone grabbing their drink from the bar accidentally brushed against her. It was a brief image, like the edges of a dream that faded as you woke and focused too much on it, but enough of an indicator to tell her that another supernatural person was in the bar. 

Corrine turned away, kept her focus on the counter of the bar she was sat at, and hunched her shoulders. That was the problem with coming back to NYC. There was way too much magic in this place. When she went place to place, sometimes blowing right past tiny towns that barely cracked one thousand people, she barely saw them. Right now, Corrine didn't want to deal with anyone.  “God, I hope this isn’t a wolf bar,” she muttered under her breath.

Raul had never considered himself a believer in luck or fate. There were too many ways for plans to go awry when left to simple chance, and yet, as he stood in front of the fountain, quarter clutched in one fisted hand, he couldn’t help but think that this was just that -- asking the universe for some sort of small morsel of luck. Tradition, he thought to himself as his hand came up, quarter flying over one shoulder. “So, is this supposed to be a one-size fits all ask and you receive kind of thing or does the person in charge know when someone doesn’t believe?”