[center][color=thistle][h3]Mariska Costas[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Faraday Heights; 28A
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Mordred Hame ([@Gisk]), John Taylor ([@Ghost Queen])[/i]

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If there was absolutely one thing Mariska missed, it was waking up to the newspaper right outside the front door. Sure, the newspaper was still holding on, not everyone was up on their electronic news feed and minute-by-minute updates that interns down at any half decent publication churn out in one hundred forty characters or less. But as the times went on it was more and more apparent that holding and perusing a physical newspaper was an outdated way to get information on the goings-on in the world. But Mariska, still an old soul deep down no matter what her continually updated performances said, was still one of the ones who saw the appeal in having a cup of water at the breakfast table, flipping through the headlines; her page turning and folding technique was goddamned amazing. Decades of practice will do that.

The thought of newspapers entered and lingered in her mind as she stirred awake at way too early an hour given how way too late it was when she finally was able to drift off to sleep. Mariska had fallen asleep in pretty much what she had come home wearing, sans the black trousers which were draped over the desk chair up against the far wall of her bedroom: a white button blouse, buttons undone, and a, frankly, unflattering pair of unmentionables. She was [i]wiped[/i] the previous night and didn't have the time nor care to waste time swapping to proper sleep attire. 

With a yawn, Mariska rose from her bed, gliding her left hand through the crop of hair atop her head. Her room, other than the pants not placed in the laundry bin, was quite immaculate and quite bare to boot. Other than a painting of [i]Romans of the Decadence[/i] hanging above her bed - a real conversation starter, that one - and smaller, less noticeable pieces from artists long since out of their fifteen minute gallery showing, Mariska's room was rather unremarkable. But then, given the smallish nature, renovations and decoration options were limited. 

The nymph made her way out of her room, grabbing her charged mobile on the way out, and into the main living area proper. On the couch was one of her mates, John, and Mariska wasn't quite sure if he had fallen asleep there intentionally or accidentally...but decided it really didn't matter none. She didn't spy Mordred, that being her second mate, but assumed him to either be asleep or doing whatever it was he did in the morning. Mariska didn't like to pry. They got along well enough, she'd count them as friends even, why ruin that with pointless peeks into private affairs. 

Mariska opened the front door of their flat but sighed when there was no newspaper to greet her, just a crisp breeze that had her shutting the door rather quickly. [color=thistle]"English winters..."[/color] a quick muttering as she retreated back inside, making her way to where the dishes and cups were stored. Her mug she filled with a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip of the cold refreshment before flipping through her mobile in lieu of a physical newspaper.

[color=thistle]"There's the way to go, Fae, protest via inclement weather. Well done,"[/color] Mariska spoke softly, scoffing at the actions of the Unseelie Court. To some, she would be counted among the Fae-kind, but that was a distinction she didn't like to think about; but she certainly wouldn't count herself among the Unseelie at any rate. 

Her thumb flicked through the articles at a quickened pace, stopping when she saw a mentioning of a manifesto or whatever it was. [color=thistle]"Mortal Fist? Sounds like a rubbish band name, yeah? Must think he's all clever. I bet he's never read the novel. Plebians."[/color] Mariska shook her head with a sigh. The headlines were not pleasant but...what else was new? Things would likely only get worse before they got better.

But so long as she had her mug of water...she could forget about the news...at least for a little while.[/center]