[center][color=FF6347][h1]Charlotte Wardwell[/h1][/color] [color=FF6347]Time[/color]: Afternoon [color=FF6347]Location[/color]: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University) [color=FF6347]Interaction[/color]: Dante [@FunnyGuy][/center] [hr] A brief glimmer of joy seemed to cross the younger girl's eyes, and after giving a hasty nod up and down to Dante the witch jotted over to her tiny kitchen. She grabbed a couple packets of hot coco, the milk, a couple of to-go thermos, and got to work throwing together a last-second travel drink or two for the road. She seemed to work fast at it whilst using telekinesis rather adeptly to hasten the process, heating milk, stirring in coco powder, adding the sugar, grabbing straws, and slapping it all together with the kind of care and simultaneously breakneck haste only a stressed-out college student during finals week might exhibit. Or rather, someone who was briefly excited for one small nicety she'd have at least despite the fact she was being arrested by the local coven/magical police. Regardless, it gave her a little hope that the day would end on a better note...maybe...probably...mmmmm, she'd keep an open mind about it all at least. Jotting back over to Dante, her tiny kitchen left behind with a light coco dust lingering on part of the counter, Charlotte extended a warm hand with a thermos of creamy, smooth, and ultimately rather fresh hot coco in it. Whether he took it or not, however, she had her own thermos of it in her other hand and the smallest of smiles on her face at the very least. [color=FF6347]"Here! I figured since it's this time of year, you might need something to stay warm as well!"[/color] [color=lightblue][i]'Zat eez a kind offer to zee one zat jumped into zees mindscape, but you know you are still being arrested yes? Zis sort of thing might be zee littlest bit suspicion, non? Not to mention ill-fitting.'[/i][/color] [color=orange][i]'For once we agree on something.'[/i][/color] Oh. Crap! A flustered look of shock appeared on Charlotte's face, and as her face turned beet red she attempted to withdraw her arm hastily. She nearly dropped of the offered hot chocolate, even, lightly fumbling it in one hand before using telekinesis to catch it and keep it from spilling. At the very least, though, she seemed to catch herself a bit as she steadied herself once more. [color=brown][i]'Let the girl- *sigh*. Not again.'[/i][/color] The nineteen-year-old seemed to grimace for a second, before gingerly transferring the offered thermos to her other arm for a moment as she rapped on her own skull with her knuckles in irritation. Her eyes seemed to stare up, as if attempting to look back at the voices prodding her mind once more. Seemed the distraction caused by Dante's leaving hadn't been long enough in her opinion. Usually she was more mindful of this, but...well, today was one of those days where things were more on-edge. She'd been caught up in her excitement for hot coco that she hadn't thought to question the advice initially. Wasn't like they were totally wrong, really, but to hell if she was going to make things worse by giving the cold shoulder! [color=FF6347]"Stupid...ugh,"[/color] the young witch said, mumbling to herself before letting out a long sigh before grabbing up and extending the not-spilled thermos out to Dante once more, the light pink of embarrassment crossing her own face briefly and her eyes looking more to the side as she struggled to look him in the face again, [color=FF6347]"It's...it's been a long day already. Sorry. But, um, I promise I didn't do anything to the hot coco. You can check the shelves if you want proof."[/color] [hr] [center][color=FF1493][h1]Valya Karaznov[/h1][/color] [color=FF1493]Time[/color]: 5pm [color=FF1493]Location[/color]: Alexei’s [color=FF1493]Interaction/Mentions[/color]: Vivian [@Pink Khione], Finn [@Milkman] Ylva [@13org][/center] [hr] [color=FF1493]"Oh? A little hero are we? Haha, well then perhaps this gig might suit you, hmm?"[/color] the older woman teasingly mused aloud to Finn, before letting out a quiet sigh and turning her eyes and body back around to Ylva. A hint of familiarity seemed to pass over Valya's face at the nordic woman's mention of mead and 'stronger drinks', however, and a wry smile seemed to crawl back onto the Siberian werewolf's face from each corner. She pulled her head off of her hand and let her hands and arms rest again on the counter before speaking once more. [color=FF1493]"Indeed, it seems we are both far from home for our own reasons I'd wager. But I can understand why the lighter drinks just stop doing the job anymore,"[/color] Valya chuckled. [color=FF1493]"I've had my fair share of drinks, but if you really want a [b]kick[/b] to remember down the line then I'd recommend the moonshine out in the Appalachian region and similar rural areas. For many it would kill their ability to see, veritable 'rocket fuel' and poison that stuff is as compared to others, but for those with a need for 'heavier' product like ourselves it isn't a problem at all."[/color] The raw and almighty burn of homemade high-proof moonshine made out of someone's bathtub or a still hidden in the backwoods. A true classic, akin to 'the classic' manner she first had it so very long ago, but only something she'd dabbled in a couple of times for her own enjoyment. Still, the memories of those nights and that one adorable effeminate-looking younger man working at the local diner were not ones she'd not want to forget. Even so, she could tell that simply by the other woman's seeming curiosity and reaction at her mention of familiarity with the Asulf that some form of a chord had been struck. What kind of chord, she had no idea. Either way it was better to play it safe in that particular matter. [color=FF1493]"As for my familiarity with your line, Ylva, I must confess haven't visited in literal ages to be quite honest. I've traveled for many years indeed, moving from place to place and curiosity to curiosity and so forth. To see the world, to experience the world and everything within it, is a personal passion of mine if I may be so frank. Like...a leaf upon the wind..."[/color] the wine-haired vixen said, allowing her words to trail as she shifted her attention to Eli now in turn, giving a low chuckle at the man's humor before continuing, [color=FF1493]"Ah, the kitchen closes at ten? Would you happen to have anything that pairs well with a few very stiff drinks? I'm rather parched, but frankly I can't say no to a potential hot meal either."[/color] Her smile perk up a bit more as she spoke, before glancing at Ylva and giving a small but friendly wink. Nothing flirty or such in this case, it would be all too easy in Valya's opinion, but simply a light prod to see if she might snatch herself a temporary drinking buddy and conversation partner for the next bit. The quiet of earlier had been nice, but frankly she wanted to loosen up a bit more and simply enjoy herself in a new place. Besides, those of Nordic stock (humans or otherwise) were generally good to have some hard drinks with. [color=FF1493]"Would you want something as well, Ylva? My treat, drinks and food alike, as hopefully ample payment for your time here and some good conversation of course. No pressure, however, if you have business or such to attend to otherwise."[/color]