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 The Alpha was one of the main event coordinators, given that it was most of the leading city and governing officials that had set up the event in order to help ease the rising tension due to the heavy curfews and restrictions set in place to keep those safe from whatever was taking people from within the woods. Taking into account of her ability to put together events at her own home so effortlessly the city knew that Tamryn had the means and the right kind of touch to put together such a specific event.

 As she was already dressed elegantly and wearing a mask. While others began to arrive she looked over the final touches of the ball room and checked to make sure everything met her level of standards. Considering that she practically grew up in this era of elegance the she wolf seemed to be transported back in time as she took over the project to ensure it was as authentic as most those around in the time period would have remembered it to be.

“Les temps étaient beaucoup plus élégants alors.”

Viktor hummed thoughtfully to himself as he stared out the window, taking in the night life of the city. Sure, he had visited American cities before, but most of them lacked the bustling night life that Tabula Rasa seemed to have. As a vampire, the thought of being able to roam freely at night without seeming too suspicious was a welcome one. If Garridan truly was residing here, he most definitely picked a good choice.

Sensing the pull of the bond to his progeny, Viktor asked the driver to pull over. After paying the man and exiting the car, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. He must be close- he could feel Garridan's presence, akin to a warm blanket around his soul. Though he yearned to respond to the bond, he couldn't. It would most likely be best to not approach Garridan right away. He really ought to find a place to stay first- a hotel, apartment- anything, really. Hopefully somewhere close enough to Garridan where he could save h::im if anything bad were to happen, however, Viktor wasn't too concerned. The city seemed safe enough, and should danger arise, Viktor could run pretty fast.

Viktor walked the streets of Tabula Rasa aimlessly, looking around for any sign of temporary housing. Funds weren't an issue for him- Viktor never went anywhere without cash, cards, checks, or all three. The smarter, more intelligent part of him told Viktor to just Yelp motels in the area, however, he figured he should ask for help in the interest of getting to know the locals. Walking up to the first person he could find, he smiled politely.

"Excuse me. Do you know where I could perhaps find a motel or hotel around here?"

Kasumi’s long travels had just recently come to an end. He had arrived at his destination: Tabula Rasa, the city of Supernaturals. He still had yet to find a place to live, and had been roaming the streets for the past few nights. It wasn’t a huge problem, since he could go a few days without sleeping, but he was exhausted mostly from the stress of travel and being in a new place. The city was crowded, something Kasumi had expected but wasn’t prepared for.  He’d been wearing his sweatshirt and headphones all day, as if they were a shield between him and the busy city.  He’d hidden his wings and halo away as well— they just got in the way most of the time.  

The young angel at last found himself at a relatively quiet place— a park. With a small sigh of relief, he set down his bag on a bench and pulled out a book and his trusty pen. He began to flip through the book, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the park and the wind flowing softly through his hair. He would occasionally look up to observe his surroundings; he was still a little on edge in this new place, so his music was off, too.

Sensing someone near him, he paused a moment, but didn’t look up. His blue eyes stayed locked on the page and a small smile on his lips as he said quietly to whoever was listening,

“A book is an adventure that you can hold in your hands. Fascinating, isn’t it?” 

Life for Ludivyn was hardly steady or safe. The traumatized blonde found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, avoiding certain trails, and jumping at the slightest of sounds. It was hard being a secret seelie fae knowing that she was intensely desired in so many ways from so many supernaturals. However, she was left without a choice other than to simply survive day by day and hope the spirit within never died. Instead, the young pixie focused on what made her happy which was working at Pixie Plates. Being at her job made her feel safe and allowed for common interaction without having to indulge in much open conversation. Now that she was a waitress there she realized that the communication exchange was usually the same with every customer where she asked what they would like to order from the menu, serve them, then clear the table for the next guest. It was a simple repetitive task that fulfilled the working class fairy for the time being on Earth in Tabula Rasa.

That evening was the weekly singing event where Ludivyn would usually perform, but due to a co-worker calling in sick, the blonde managed to pick up the shift instead. It wasn’t a busy night but the locals did make their way through the doors which kept her moving around most of the time. After coming back from her required lunch break, she headed over to her first table.

With a pen and pad in hand, she asked what the guest would like to order, but the thoughts of the room seemed to distract her as blue eyes struggled to focus on what was being said,

“You want... fettuccine cat food...”

Her words mixed with the voices in her head from the nearby table.

“What? I mean no, you wanted... I’m sorry what did you say?”

Leaving her personal wolves den from the place that was feeling like a toxic vortex, Jaylah headed straight towards the woods where she said she would be. Part of her wondered if it was a bad idea as this was so out of her normality for she wasn’t the type to just run off with a stranger, but the stronger part of her hoped the strange woman would be there. It was an odd rarity that Jaylah wanted to know more about someone else, especially one so foreign from her radar. The wolf trusted that this was suppose to happen for whatever reason it was, or at least that’s what she told herself to prevent herself from going back home as she ventured deeper into the woods. For a wolf, a Reznikov at that, it was dangerous to travel alone... but Tamryn had been running to the beat of her own drum and travelings less and less without her as of late. Her focus completely on an untrusting witch, which made meeting up with this stranger only have that much more appeal the more she thought about it in that light.

The smell of the woods made her itch to turn into her true form and run with the moon, but she kept focus on her laced boots snapping the twigs and leaves beneath her until she made it to The Whispering Tree. She shoved her hands in her pockets and looked up at the tall, omnious, perennial tree. It looked anything but alive or magical like whats rumored to be.

With her neck extended upward while looking up at the chilling branch arms that appeared strained and worn, she waited for Meghan.

“Not another step.”

Although being a wraith didn’t quite give her the enhanced senses afforded to other supers based on their species, she still had a decade of training in hunting both humans and supernaturals under her belt, and it was enough to make her aware to the newcomer’s presence. What they were doing following her, she didn’t know. But she intended to find out.

“Why are you following me?”

Her voice and expression were both equally unfriendly. When she felt threatened in the slightest, her old habits and behaviors tended to come forth. 

There was no reason for anyone to be out here in this abandoned building where she was searching for answers – unless they were keeping tabs on her. Gun trained on the other person, not recognizing them immediately, she awaited their answer.

Kiki was delightfully surprised when Stan came home with a gorgeous gown and mask. Mentioning that a masquerade was taking place at the veil. The wiccan had never attended a masquerade before. The only things she really knew about them was from media portrayals. Her vampire definitely knew her sense of style seeing as he got her a black black ball gown. It had sparkling silver details making the bottom of the gown look like a starry night sky. Her mask was black with silver jewels and black glitter lining the gorgeous design. She couldn’t even bring herself to scold him for buying her something that seemed so expensive. Not when she saw the small smile that lined his features when he saw her reaction to it.

When the day of the masquerade arrived she got all dolled up. Putting her hair up in a neat bun and doing her makeup to match her gown. Black eyeshadow with silver glitter, black mascara, and black eyeliner, neatly making her usual lines. Slipping on the gorgeous gown she practically beamed as she did a twirl in front of the bathroom mirror. It honestly made her feel like a princess, she’d never work something so fancy. Slipping on her black heels and grabbing her mask she slid it on and admired herself in the mirror.

Arriving at the veil with Stan, they ended up separating due to some buisness the vampire said he had to handle. Kiki didn’t mind and watched her vampire walk off before glancing around the venue. Everything was beautifully decorated, ever since coming to Tabula she seemed to attend higher class parties. She was used to casual highschool and college bashes but the city gave her a whole new view on party life. Her blue optics landed on one of the long tables of food. Walking over her eyes sparkled as she grabbed a plastic plate and placed any sweets she saw on it. Not really paying attention to her surroundings she gasped softly when she bumped into someone. Saving her plate full of goodies from falling she gave an apologetic look. Offering a kind smile she apologized. “Sorry! I wasn’t really paying attention....” her eyes scanning the figure before her.

The SuperCultural Festival was always a bolt out of the blue, never a dull moment or a hushed ending. At least for this detective, who wasn't sure if this year she'd get to experience any of that foolery. Elidi was stuck at a crummy ring toss game, manning the stall. Illuminated hues were downcast fixated on the empty dessert plate, the slice of cake long gone, missed and yearned for desperately. Normally she would stroll through the festival, making sure the peace was being kept and sneak a delicate treat or three. Yet with a poor bet placed and the wrong wager staked she was confined to this inferior game. ... At least the prizes were adorable. Small plushies of witches, vampires, werewolves, and tiny little fairy trinkets hung overhead, warmly lit by dangling strings of lights.

Her attention lingers on her nails as someone approaches the stall, a brow quirking in acknowledgment before she exhales a sigh, "If you want to play the game, it's 4 tickets. Supernatural abilities are prohibited, and you must rely solely on your hand-eye coordination. Which let me tell you, people do not have. Humans and supernaturals alike...." The witch gestured to the multiple prizes still dangling above, "If you're caught cheating, you get no prize, no refund and I get to call you inadequate." She slid the colorful rings over to the figure, her gaze finally residing on them impassively, "so.. you looking to play? I mean I don’t have to explain the rules, hm?”