#invocari

She was wandering, no real goal in mind. This part of Earth, Northern California, reminded her of the Western Wood in Narnia, the trees alive with energy. This place was magical, she could feel it. She wasn't sure what it was about the woods here, but they felt more like home than the last time she'd been in England. There was nothing there for her, now that Susan was gone, and Lucy didn't like the changes that had happened while she was stuck galaxies away.

She heard a gunshot and startled, immediately looking in the direction it had come from. She saw a man running through the woods and heard more sounds, the rush of multiple sets of feet. The man she saw looked desperate, like he needed to get away as fast as he could. Lucy felt for him.

Then she saw the blood coming from his side and grabbed at the little vial she kept around her neck. Aslan had given it back to her when she figured out how to take human form again. She would use it now, after she got the man's attention.

@invocari ( storm ) said : “Hey—don’t wander off. I ain’t lettin’ you get swallowed by this crowd.”

plastic cup in hand , sipping through a stirring straw , and he just wants to explore the bar . it isn't as if he's had a life time of enjoying them , so he wanted to make the most of it whenever he could . he probably enjoyed those little fruity drinks too much , definitely preferred them over the bitterness of beer . what he hadn't yet realized was that the danger of those little fruity drinks was that it was easy to have too many without realizing before it's too late .

he knows the other ghouls keep assigning him chaperones even though they all seem to think that he thinks he's just popular with them , a new ghoul every couple of nights . he may have finally gotten them to warm up to him , but they definitely weren't tripping over themselves to make sure he didn't get himself lost or caught up in something . or wandering off without warning anyone . tonight's victim choice was poor storm . of course the new guy would get stuck with babysitting duties .

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HEY HELLO IF IT WASN'T FOR @invocari IDK THAT I WOULD HAVE MADE IT THROUGH 2023

like, real talk.

Alaster wasn't sure why he had to come to these things. It wasn't as though he was just a freelance henchman. Any acquiring of his service was done through his grandfather. So why wasn't HE here?

Yes, yes, he knew he had to scope out the competition. Yes, he knew Rubeus Sharpe himself couldn't go out to a convention for the weekend and be exposed to the public. These things, however, always felt more like a zoo to him. He was exposed. Shown off. Like all aspects of his life, even here he was a thing.

Though his orders had been very specific they had also been vague and had a lot of wiggle room; his favorite types of orders. He was just as capable of scoping out the competition at the hotel bar as he could on the convention floor. Have the attendees were there anyway. Might as well grab something to wet his whistle, even if he didn't need it and it didn't, at all, affect him.

"Yes, barkeep. Something expensive that doesn't taste like shit, please." Might as well run up his employer's bill while he was at it. It was the little acts of rebellion that really made life worth it.

He already knew the question was coming before the thought passed @invocari's mind. The ghoul stood beside him, waiting patiently for it to spill out. It wasn't safe to go the store tonight; he already had a vision last night of an accident if they did. One that had kept him up, tears threatening to spill whilst a sibling laid on him for pressure therapy. His Frater would've been gravely injured. He couldn't allow that to happen... but it was better he didn't explain that. The man was a little more skittish to the more eccentric gifts some ghouls had than his predecessors.

She was balancing a coffee carrier on top of a bakery box, hip bumping against the door as she tried to enter Garcia's lair without spilling anything. She managed to make it in the room, setting everything down as quickly as possible on the table Garcia had designated for food. Pulling one of the cups out of the carrier, she planted it in front of Garcia.

"Mexican hot chocolate mocha," she said, retreating to the food table. "I brought donuts too, from that vegan place you wanted to check out. It's on my bus route."

@invocari wrote: [ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down. - Dewdrop @ Copia

Perhaps it was a good thing that Dewdrop was so small compared to some of the other ghouls, or him playing dead or whatever this was could have been a lot more awkward than it already was.

@invocari asked: Storm curls around Perpetua's back like a shadow, lips pressed against her ear. "Tell me, Papa, have you considered all the merits a ghoul's tail offers in bed?"

" Storm...my dearest ghoul, I'm in the middle of something here. " Perpetua TEASINGLY scolds him and moves to carefully lean forward to light another candle at the chapel altar, her words holding no real weight of wanting the other to stop his flirtations any time soon. The Fifth doesn't bother to hide the grin on their painted lips as they finally extinguish the match in hand, leaning their weight BACKWARDS in order to be wrapped up in Storm's arms. It was one of her favorite places to be, feeling safe and wanted by the ghoul. As the lull of silence accompanied by the now warm glow of flickering candles settles over their surroundings, Perpetua takes the time to let Storm's words SETTLE, mulling them over with a sudden chuckle. An almost sinister sound that reverberates within the dark, empty chapel.