#tracelessstarter

The bell above the door chimed and Mike looked up, relieved. It had been a surprisingly quiet day at the café, so he was looking forward to a bit of conversation with whoever’d just walked in. Or had it been a quiet evening? He’d long since given up on remembering just what time it was in Traceless compared to his home in Las Vegas beyond making sure that he showed up for his shift. “Hey, what can I get for ya?” he asked, all smiles.

“Hey, do you know whose keys these are? I already tried opening all of the locks I could find here, but that didn’t work, and I don’t have time to try all of the locks in Traceless,” Yona said, bouncing in front of someone while dangling a keychain with some temptingly shiny keys. As tempted as she was to go the trial and error route everywhere she went for the foreseeable future, attempting to lock or unlock all of Dominic’s doors had not been nearly as satisfying as she had hoped. It was best just to get these lost keys back to their person. It was either that or make them into a sweet necklace.

Location: Traceless Café 

After waking up in the wrong bodies on Saturday and having yet to reverse the swap, the regulars at Traceless café had been through a rough few days. Having no clue about magic or anything of the sort, Daniel was rather oblivious to this when he made his way into his new favorite café for the first time in a few days, eager for a break from the hustle and bustle of his life. 

Sitting on a stool at the counter with a fresh cup of tea, he couldn’t help but notice as he looked around that a fair number of the café’s patrons seemed a fair bit more stressed than usual. Turning to the person nearest, he hesitated before asking “Hey, is everything... erm, alright?”

The past few weeks had been a trying time for Steffi. Not as trying as not too long ago swapping bodies with Elaine, of course, but still. All of this nonsense with Ethan and the dome was getting on her last nerve, for more reasons than one. It was utterly absurd that so many people in town were rallying behind a mongrel like Fritz of all people, but she couldn’t deny that the optics of the situation were terrible. Worse still, Ethan’s little extrajudicial hissy fit would only make Fritz harder to prosecute if the police ever did manage to do their jobs for once and arrest the little cretin. 

Contemplating the matter was only making her angrier and angrier and so she’d set out for a walk to clear her head, only to come to a stop when she recognized a familiar scent. The diner had never been a location of interest to her before - if she’d felt anything about it at all, surely that feeling had been nothing more than a mild repulsion. Ever since her brief stint in a Fae’s body and actually needing to eat though, the smell of fried food was far more appealing than she’d care to admit. She could only very faintly smell it from outside the establishment, but she dared not go in - and she certainly wasn’t going to eat any of it. She had no need of it for nourishment after all, and the... side effects of a vampire eating were truly disgusting. Still, she couldn’t help but linger. 

At the sight of someone else approaching she turned, ready to vehemently deny any interest in the diner at all if need be. “What are you looking at?”

Beck cleared her throat, but didn’t take her eyes off the person. “Sorry. I wasn’t staring I just, uh...zoned out.”