#motfevent004

“Ugh,” Hope sighed, resting her head in her hands.  Beside her was a precarious stack of books, exactly none of which were helping to sort out what had changed the world so dramatically or what she could do about it.  Reaching out with one hand, she swept the pile over without even looking up.  “I can’t believe people actually do research like this every day.”

“And I’m telling you that Freebird is a terrible song,” Jackson poked the man across from him in the chest.  “People just yell it out because they’re stupid.”  The slurring in his voice was getting heavy, the product of a tolerance that had been severely lowered since becoming human.  “I mean I could show up to concerts and yell ‘run joey run!’ but that wouldn’t make it a good song.”

The plates that were set in front of her she was sure looked like way too much to others but for the former vampire, all she wanted more than anything was to try and taste at least a little bit of every single food that had seemed to dull in comparison to that of blood when she was a vampire. “I don’t get what the big deal is,” the blonde chimed. “I’m kind of loving this whole no longer a vampire thing.”

“Juuust great,” Belle said to herself with a nod. “ What the hell is going on?” asked herself. She was walking in the park trying to figure her magic out. She stopped for a moment and stared at a pot of flowers. Remembering what her cousin Bonnie told her, to focus on one emotion only then let go. 

It was impossible to overstate how difficult everyone’s lives had gotten overnight.  With no powers Theresa had to try and stumble through her daily life without any of the tools that made it easier.  When she couldn’t plant thoughts in people’s heads she was merely a young woman who was legally dead, with no bank account or identification of any kind.  Fortunately her cousin had helped her secure an ID, but now she was busily arguing with a hiring manager at a potential new job because she didn’t have an account to direct deposit her pay into - and they weren’t going to hire her because of it.

As she watched a few of the formerly supernatural residents of Mystic Falls struggle just shopping for groceries, Freya was glad that she and Keelin had lived a somewhat normal existence - Keelin for longer than her.  They were in a better position than a lot of people who’d been affected by the change in the world, and it felt good to know that they wouldn’t have any trouble taking care of Nik or Savana.  “The card goes that way,” she gestured to help the person at the till in front of her.  “Yep, all the way in.  Then your pin number.”  It was the least she could do, but she also hoped to get out of the store before her own groceries went bad.  Looking behind her to find someone holding only a few items, she gestured them ahead.  “No sense you waiting longer than you have to.”

Shoving the door open as hard as she could muster, the blonde stormed into the home, heels clicking fast against the tile flooring before coming to a halt at the foot of the stairs. “Elijah Mikaelson,” she hollered, certain the whole town could hear her. “You get you bloody arse down here, you bastard.”