[center][color=ff8d00][h3]Andrew Mordekai[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] On the Street to the Early Bean
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Katie [@13Nightingale][/i][/center]

Andrew grabbed his peacoat held the door open for them to go, making sure to lock up before they left. Faraday was pretty Other-centric, as it seemed, but he still didn't want to take a chance at an angry human going door to door. Putting his hands in the pockets of his coat, he smiled to Katie. [color=ff8d00]"No problem, love, it's what I'm here for. Thank [i]you[/i] for the toast."[/color] He nodded at her comment on work, [color=ff8d00]"Oh yeah..."[/color] Andy put his fingers to his temple, [color=ff8d00]"I'm sensing...lots of grouchy, racist old folks."[/color] The Witch said in the mysterious tone of a fortune teller, then chuckled a little at his own joke...though he knew it was probably true. 

The sidewalks were decently cleared off, but still slick from the wet snow. Not wanting either of them to slip, Andy thought it best to work a little magic. Nothing flashy or obvious, just enough to get rid of the hazard. He calmly took his hands from his pockets and brought them together, as though he were going to breathe into them. A brief cantrip whispered caused the circles on his palms to gently bloom into orange and writhe under his skin. As his hands parted, the air around the two grew warmer, until it was like that of a comfortable spring day in their immediate vicinity. Any lingering ice would harmlessly melt away.

[color=ff8d00]"Didn't want any slips...that should take care of it. Hope you don't mind."[/color] Andrew stated, less looking for approval and more informing. He realized he hadn't really worked magic in front of Katie since her recent move in, and he hoped this would make it seem less...scary. Dangerous. That it could be used for simple, helpful things. Of course, it could also pull ancient horrors from the pits of Hell, but that wasn't [i]too[/i] common.

After a few minutes of walking, they were coming up on the Early Bean, though it was still a good couple intersections away.

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[center][color=a2f22f][h3]Liam Woodsworth[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Back at Churchill, in the parking lot -> 5B
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: A really poor eviction notice [@lovely complex][/i][/center]

The stores had been hell to get through with the storm raging on, and Liam had a hell of a time getting anything. He managed a bag of essentials, bread and canned goods and the like, and decided he'd better get it home before anything. Plus, he was working the fucking evening shift at the shop today, much to his dismay. A scalding shower that would make him regret ever attempting hygiene was in order. 

The market wasn't awfully far from his apartment, and the walk wasn't too bad. The poor boy nearly slipped and busted his fragile little monster head a few times, but eh, it was winter. Times ten. Shit happened. All along the way, he passed people hurriedly getting inside, away from the cold.

"...and she was a vampire! And I said, "Vampires? At [i]my[/i] party? You've gotta be kidding!"

"...I swear she was real freaky, man! Long claws, crazy weird eyes, like they wanted my [i]soul[/i]! Got some cool fuckin' scratches on my back, though."

"No love, you can't go play with the girl next door. She's one of those faerie things..."

Ugh. Why did the one thing he get from his vampire side have to be increased senses? He could hear all this from across the street, if he focused. Silly, silly people. They'd have to shape up eventually, or the progression of society had bad news for 'em...

Liam rounded a corner and stopped. There was a moving truck on the lot, men moving someone's shit around. Was he getting a new neighbor? He peered around his building and...

[color=a2f22f]"Wait, what the fuck?"[/color] That was 5 [i]fucking[/i] B! Who the fuck was busting into his pad? How'd they get keys?! It took a second to dawn on him, but the Dhampire remembered with a groan that the landlord had been trying to evict him due to his...habits. He just hadn't really been able to due to Liam paying rent on time. He felt deep down that this was Mr. Fuckwit's way of underhandedly pushing him out. [color=a2f22f]"Yeah, well we'll just see about that Sir Go-Fuck-Yourself."[/color] He muttered, stepping up with his groceries.

It was then that he spotted a small blonde woman in winter garb, yelling orders around at the movers. He dodged burly men carrying God knows what to stand before her. [color=a2f22f]"Excuse me, miss...are you, uh...moving into my apartment? The one that I have the rent agreement and pay rent for?"[/color] He questioned, smiling slightly, [color=a2f22f]"I'm not gonna stop you, but I would've cleaned if I'd known I was having company. [i]Extended[/i]...company."[/color]