#portum:plot001

SETTING: the old haunt AVAILABILITY: open for everyone ! | ( 5 / 5 ) CLOSED

      The fact that Divya had signed up to protect the people of Portum   and had failed to do so was staring to take a toll on her, and, in true Divya fashion, the gorgon was swallowing her emotions and trying her best to keep being the leader her team needed. Tonight, however, it was her day off and she didn't need to pretend anymore. At least not for the following hours. However, all people could talk at work, at the nail salon, at the arcade, was the body that was found and it was consuming her from the inside. Holy shit, she missed her vacation. And the beach. And everything. Tonight, the people next to her just couldn't shut up about it, which prompted the gorgon to let out an exhausting sigh.

↳ who: open! (0/3) ↳ where: the forest and mountains

The rise of the sun marked the break of a new day, as much as it did the start of Sabine’s morning routine. Ever a creature of habit, she had taken to the forrest to commence the start of what she expected would a relatively uneventful day: a brisk run along the trails, followed by a coffee date with Juni, before eventually heading to the clinic for whatever activities the work day had in store. The morning had started like any other — that is, until she had encountered the likeness of another, practically barreling into them as she rounded the tree-covered clearing. It was a dual rarity for the gorgon, in that she didn’t typically encounter another supernatural at this hour, but also in the fact that she didn’t mind particularly mind the prospect of company. A lingering effect of the recently-concluded moon cycle, no doubt. “So... you come here often?” Sabine inquired, a pointed and playful gaze highlighting her features, one that quickly softened into a look of genuine curiosity.  “No, really. I didn’t anyone else frequented the trails at this since, not after… well, you know.” 

↳ who: juniper otero (@scvntillas) ↳ where: juni's residence

Sabine had never been much of a homebody, not even in such a small and idyllic of a community as Portum. As much as it was a place she had come to consider as ‘home’ — as much as she could manage to regard any place as such — the gorgon often kept herself far too busy to indulge in the comforts of domesticity. But the events of the New Year’s holiday had left her shaken in a way that few things did. The apprehension was as widespread as it was palpable; an inescapable weight that continually tugged at the hearts and minds of Portum’s inhabitants. She had managed to keep her sense of unease relatively hidden, concealed under her usual veneer of effortless non-chalance, mostly for the benefit of the supernaturals who had taken extended refuge at the clinic. Yet, for all her efforts, Sabine knew she couldn’t maintain the facade forever, and she had grown eager to reclaim her sense of sanctuary, one that could only truly be found in the presence of her sister.  Having settled into her sister’s bed well before the other had arrived, Sabine had initially been startled by the sudden clatter of belonging, flinching at the sudden noise in the otherwise silent vicinity. Relief was soon to follow, though, upon the realization that the sound that signaled nothing more than Juni’s arrival. “I couldn’t sleep,” Sabine offered with an uncharacteristically tentative wave, once her sister emerged through the threshold. The explanation was one that needed no further elaboration, at least not where the pair of them had been concerned. “Can I stay here with you tonight?” 

↳ who: mei jiâng ( @silkeared ) ↳ where: the macarthy household Ronan still wasn’t feeling well, and he couldn't fathom why. It could have been any number of things: the aftermath of the New Year’s holiday, the head injury he sustained a few days earlier, or even one of the seasonal ailments that had been making its way through town. In his case, likely an ill-timed combination of the three. In the days that followed, he had been given a few days off from work — more of a command than a suggestion, where Eloise and Nolan had been concerned. Calahan and Liam had been equally insistent, making concerted efforts to make sure the youngest member of the Macarthy household prioritized his well-being, in the way that he often neglected in service to others. While immeasurably grateful for the gestures of concern from his loved ones, he was also growing increasingly stir-crazy by the minute.  Roused from his nap by a ring of the doorbell, Ronan wasn’t quite sure who would be at the other side of the door. It didn’t particularly matter, as far as the nephilim was concerned; at this point, he would gladly welcome any form of company, as he practically ran for the doorway. “Welcome to th—you! It’s… it’s you!” It was Mei. Mei! Mei was at his front door! He wasn’t sure how she had found the house or what it was that had brought her to his doorstep; whether it was a complete accident or an act of divine providence. “You’re here,” he repeated before rubbing at his eyes, as if needing to confirm this wasn’t simply another side effect of his concussion. Tilting his head slightly, as he took in the sight of her, still unsure what to make of it. Of her. “W-why are you here, exactly?” Confusion still evident on his features as he posed the question, a sentiment that was quickly replaced by regret of his hastily-made statement. “Not that I am not glad to see you! I mean, it’s… it’s you! It’s just… ach, where are my manners!” Somehow, he managed to stop himself there, taking a step backward as he gestured towards the threshold. “Would... would you like to come in?” 

 the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of ceramic cups filled the warm air at sweetest tooth. isadora sat tucked into a corner by the window, a steaming cup of coffee beside her and the faint aroma of cinnamon rolls wafting up from the plate. her sketchbook lay open on the table, pencil gliding over the page as she worked through the soft shapes of a meadow scene. sketching had always been her escape, and after a long day of holding her class together amidst the unease rippling through portum, she needed the stillness. yet, no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts strayed back to the dead vampire, the questions no one seemed to have answers to, and the nagging sense that things were unraveling.

who: liam reed ( @scvntillas ) where: the macarthy household

The clock on the wall was broken. It had to be. Ronan was sure he had been home for hours, every creak of his footsteps against the floor a reminder of his growing unease. Yet, its slim and singular hand signaled that he had only been back from the hospital for less than an hour. His departure hadn’t been one of his choosing, only at Calahan’s assurance that Kanda would be watched over, coupled with a firm insistence that he go take care of himself and get some rest. But how could he — or anyone in Portum, for that matter — manage to relax at a time like this? Not with the unexplained demise of one of their own, not with a dense fog eclipsing the vicinity of the town, and certainly not with Kanda confined to a bed at Portum General, practically catatonic when he had reluctantly left her bedside.  

This had been Ronan’s first time home since the events of New Year’s Day, and the house felt... off. Wrong. A place that had been his refuge since arriving to Portum just felt hollow and empty now. Even with the knowledge that his family was accounted for, the weight of their absence was still profound. The idea that it could have easily been one of them that never made it home still lingered, the suffocating and unrelenting prospect continuing to claw at his chest. The moment the front door had creaked open, a wave of consummate relief washed over him as a figure emerged in the doorway, Ronan’s uncharacteristically rigid posture falling limp as he rushed towards Liam with a shaky exhale. 

“Cronaím thú,” he managed to choke out, arms wrapping around the other in a tight embrace, unable to contain the swell of emotions he had kept in check for Kanda’s sake. “I-I’m… you’re h-here… y-you’re r-really…”