#ravenspeakstart

Since the weekend of the festival, Jesse was on the fast track out of there. The man already put the junkyard and its plot up for sale with a realty company in town-- he didn't care when it got sold, or for how much, they were given free reign to do whatever deal they felt was appropriate at this point. Just call him when the papers needed to get signed.

Packing wasn't an issue. He'd never unpacked, even a year out from when he first stepped foot in this godforsaken place. The guy already kept everything he owned -- which wasn't much -- in a couple of duffle bags and those were in the shitty travel trailer, which would obviously be coming with him.

No, his problem was the truck. Aisley's burst of magic a couple weeks ago had sent vines and weeds all throughout the junky property. Which included his truck, the one thing he relied on. At first, Jesse hadn't been too concerned about it. He figured-- bummer, but hey, he had time to figure out its issues and get it fixed, there was no rush. He might as well fix up the mint green 1960s truck while he was at it, like he'd always planned to, and make a real decent piece out of it. Then fucking demons came around and everything changed. Now, he was in a rush. Now, he wanted to go. And the truck's engine looked to be completely shot to hell.

"Fuckin'.. stupid.. shit.." Each curse was punctuated with a vicious yank-- he'd been working to remove the vegetation under the hood for a good half hour already, and it just seemed never-ending. As he grabbed one section that actually had roses growing out of it and tugged on it, thorns pierced through his grip painfully.

It had been a long time since Eden had been on a date, but after a 'meet cute' with a nice guy downtown, she'd agreed to meet him for dinner at The Golden Spoon. She'd made a point to not arrive too early, not wanting to seem too eager to get to know him better, but when she had arrived there was no sign of him.

Deciding to wait, giving him the benefit of the doubt, another thirty minutes passed and she was still sitting there alone. Eden tried texting him, but her texts went unanswered. Eventually, she gave up, paid for the soda that she'd ordered and headed for the door. Feeling deflated, she wondered what she had done to make the guy change his mind, and her usual smile was nowhere to be seen.

As she stepped outside, she took a deep breath, letting her head fall back in frustration. "This was stupid, Eden. This was a stupid idea." She muttered, unaware that there was someone close by.

Briar had a lot on their mind recently after the festival and nothing they could do seemed to get them to calm down. After one of the many long days of self isolating, Briar decided that they needed to check out the pit for themselves. That maybe it would help them ease their mind. So once the sun set Briar set out to where she heard the pit was. However once there, doubt started to creep in.

Keeping her distance Briar just stood there staring at the pit that was now a crater, not knowing what to do next. It seemed normal enough but it was hard for them to believe that this was the cause of so much destruction and death. Which brought back the similar thoughts of was it really the demons that caused the blood on Briar's hands or was she truly the monster that the demons loved calling her?

All of Briar's inner alarms went off when her vampire senses felt someone nearby. Shit. She wasn't normally the person to just go off and explore things like this plus she didn't really want to be left alone with someone she could hurt. "Sorry. I didn't mean to just be standing here creepily." Briar called out, trying to at least let the other person know she knew they were there. "I'm a journalist and just wanted to check it out for myself. First eye account and all that." Which wasn't exactly a lie but it sure as hell wasn't the full truth either.

After everything that had happened at the festival, Ria had spent a few days stuck at home get some rest after being patched up from the explosion at Midnight Mirage. The doctor had made her promise to take it easy, but sitting still wasn't something Ria had ever been good at. Plus, she had more than herself to look after, and thanks to not being able to work for at least the next while until she was healed up, she was more stressed than ever. Her car was wrecked, she had medical bills to figure out, and her bank account was getting close to being in the negatives. So, she'd gone down to the bank to try and figure out something so she could at least make it through the next week.

However, there wasn't anything they could do to help. Her credit was in the toilet, so they had let her down very politely. But, the politeness only made Ria more stressed, and as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she let out her frustration. "Fuck! God dammit! Fucking fuck!"

Her outburst resulted in a few sideways glances from people walking by, and Ria quickly composed herself the best she could. "Shit, sorry, my bad."

Luca still wasn't sure what had brought him here. Sure, he wanted answers, but who was to say he would find them here? Sure he had a hunch but he had been wrong before. Even then having to leave his family behind left a dull ache in his body. While he was used to being independent maybe he could find a new 'family'. here.

Or not, either way it doesn't hurt to try right?

He stood behind the counter of Cup O' Joy as he prepared for the day ahead of him. He always enjoyed coffee in his human life, not that he really needed it these days he found some joy in preparing the drink. He still avoided going by the police station, reminders of the life he left behind, the life he never got to have.

Luca glanced up as the door opened smiling as he cleaned a coffee cup, "Hi, how can I help you?"

There wasn't much that Kai took great pride in, but his store was one of them. Being able to open Rhythm Realm on his own and somehow keep it running was huge for him. Especially since he wasn't the most friendly of business owners.

He was sorting through some customer orders when he heard the door open and close and without looking up he called out, "Instruments are up the front, records are down the back. Most importantly, you break it, you buy it. And before you ask, no, the Taylor Swift album is sold out. Clearly people in this town lack any taste at all."

Who: Open for event

After the events that had happened at the clinic, Micah and Baylie had agreed to meet to talk things out. It was probably best that they did it in public, not that she thought anything bad could happen, but who really knew? The thought of bringing Kian with her crossed her mind. But, with the weather the way it was and not knowing how Micah would react, she decided it was best to keep him at home with the nanny. 

The thought about cancelling on Micah had crossed her mind, as she was on her way. But she wanted to try to make an effort, even though her head was telling her to do otherwise. She walked in, glancing around for the man before glancing back outside at the weather, grimacing. Even if Micah didn’t show up, at least she got a good meal. She wasn’t even sure if she would make it home, but she could go to the clinic for a bit waiting for the storm to pass. 

“I wonder if this place has alcohol,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. It could at least ease her anxiety a bit. 

Around two months since Mikael had moved back in town and it seemed the town hardly changed from nearly twenty years ago.  The family ranch remained intact, the only difference is that the majority of the ten children have moved on from there.  At the moment, he wished he could say the same.  However, he tried to remind himself that he was fortunate that his parents were allowing him to stay in his old childhood bedroom he shared with three other brothers.  Although it wasn’t necessarily for free, his father had put him back to work after two weeks of self wallowing in his room.

Since he spent most of his time on the family ranch, he decided it was time to get out a little and at least try to get familiar with the people he left behind all those years ago and the new townspeople who had moved in since.  As he sat there in the sweet coffee shop, his eyes flickering down at his cell phone, something caught his attention in the corner of his eyes.  “Oh my gawd,” he smiled widely as he caught sight of someone he thought he knew.  “Hey!”  He called out, waving the person over to him.