Xandrya

Night School *Looking for more players*

Here just waiting for the big event.

Woodswick (Survival-Horror RP) (2-3 Players) (M&F) (18+ ONLY)

Color me interested.

And I'd say go for the detective idea. It would make for interesting interactions since they're highly trained.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@Old Amsterdam

"Wow, you really did go the extra mile, huh?" Genevieve thanked him, pulling the drink close to her as she admired the umbrella before having a taste. And she was right, the cocktail was very good. But one couldn't deny the obvious tense feel at their table after Heartless' sudden appearance. They were on edge, and to be honest, it put a little pressure on her. But that's why Heartless' question didn't come as a surprise. After all, he wasn't being friendly only cause of her looks. Certainly not there out of all places.

"Yeah, of course I know them," she looked in their direction, "I don't go chatting up to random strangers." Genevieve then turned her attention to Heartless once more, a playful expression on her face as if to communicate that what he'd done was wrong. But she wasn't lying. She obviously knew the rest of the group, although she was not about to make their interaction take a turn for the worse by giving away their brief history. At the very least, it would put both them and her at a disadvantage.

With her hands crossed in front of her on the table, Genevieve leaned forward to take another sip of her drink, the black strands from her wig slowly falling in front of her shoulders. "But honestly, they're good people despite the fact that they seem to want to kill you with their looks as you put it."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Eklispe

BTW, Healer has a black wig on, part of her costume and all.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@Old Amsterdam

"Healer," Genevieve replied, reaching across the table to shake Heartless' hand with a firm grip, her eyes locked on him as she leaned against the backrest a second later. "I would absolutely love a drink," she went on, flashing him a convincing smile despite being rather wary of the guy. Her glasses did the job of hiding her vigilant eyes, but Heartless had double the advantage, having donned a motorcycle helmet. The eye display was unsettling, but even worse, the undecipherable face behind it.

"Let's see here..." she grabbed one of the drink menus on the table, mindlessly flipping the few pages it had before a colorful cocktail caught her eyes. The Dozier, as it read, looked good...and hopefully it tasted even better given the brief description provided next to the image. The play on words wasn't lost on her either, although within the confines of her mind, she gave it more of a French accent. "I'll have one of these," Genevieve flipped the menu so it could face Heartless before she pointed at the drink, asserting that she wouldn't just have whatever he felt like getting for her. She had to work through a number of god-awful drinks in the past, and she'd be damned if she ever accepted another ounce of alcohol which wasn't to her standard.

Genevieve then started playing with the black strands of hair which fell past her shoulders, waiting on Heartless to get her her drink hopefully before the main event.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Genevieve had on her usual all-black ensemble, to include her aviators and wig, as she walked into The Cruise Room. Right away, she noticed a few of the others who were already there. Good...at least she wouldn't have to sit in awkward silence. As Genevieve walked over to the booth, making her way around some of the guests who were still standing, she toyed with the idea that any one of those people there could have possibly been involved in her parents' murder. But if so, why? What connection was she missing between two people who were practically strangers? And more importantly, what was their motive for doing so? Sure, it was some form of revenge from what she could remember, but she needed the specifics. She needed more answers than what she currently had...which was practically nothing.

"Hey guys," Genevieve smiled as she took her place on the edge of the bench, her arms resting on the table as she leaned forward. "I hope they have a good menu here; never been."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Spiffy

I'll have her go. She has her own little side thing going on that I would like to emphasize a bit more.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Old Amsterdam

Either way is fine with me. Would Judah have sent Gen? @Spiffy

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

@Rawk

Yeah, don't get used to it.

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Yesterday

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On her way to her quarters, Melanie decided she would make a quick stop at the security office. Hopefully Gavon was there, or at least his wife, Natalie. She knew them personally so she imagined her report would be a bit more authentic, especially since Eddison apparently had the upper hand at the moment.

"-if I were to start dating one of my patients."

"Wait what?" Sullie had listened to her message, somehow they missed eachother as he was taking the lift. He was heading through the hub to grab a bite to eat before heading back to his office. He'd have to deal with this new guy, his new evaluations later. But now what she said had got him thinking. His jaw contorted left and right as he thought. "Contact Dr. Melanie Larson."

Beep beep.... beep beep.... Sullie talked again. "Aww come on, you just sent me a message..."

Melanie looked down at her watch yet again, seeing an incoming call.

"Hello, Sullie?" She honestly wasn't expecting him to call back so soon, but her judgment was clouded at that point, the drinks she'd had starting to take effect. "I just left you a message, did you get the chance to hear it?

Melanie didn't want to have to repeat herself. She usually didn't mind, but this different...it was personal.

"Yeah, yeah." He sounded way more pleasant than the call, but he was anxious, a little nervous, it seemed. "You did it for job reasons, yeah I get it."

He tried to talk, but he seemed to be fumbling with his words as he got out of the lift and stopped near a wall to focus.

"So-so they think we're dating?" He asked again, repeating her words. "Just wanted to ask, uh, why don't we?" He was usually pretty forward but he was trying to be smooth, something he was - okay at?

"Are you asking me out?" Melanie stopped for a moment, causing someone to bump into her by accident due to the abrupt stop. She waved at them apologetically, not wanting any problems. "Because if you are, then I'm going to have to say yes." Melanie had spent enough time with Sullie to be somewhat attracted to him. Sure, he got into trouble here and there, but everyone had their faults. He was a good-looking guy, so what was the harm?

Present Time

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"Missy!" Melanie waved over her friend to guide her through the crowd of patrons eating at the restaurant. She would occasionally run a few minutes late, but Melanie was used to it by that point.

"Hey...so, how did it go?" she asked, sitting down across from Melanie as she pulled her chair closer to the table in order to get comfortable.

In response, Melanie gave her a half-hearted smile. "Well...it didn't work out-"

"But he-"

"Nuh uh," Melanie held up a finger, "let me finish. Things were going great at first, but we seemed to get on each other's nerves more often than not. You know me--I don't have an anger problem, but he...he was difficult. And he was worse when he drank. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to badmouth the guy, we just kept disagreeing a lot. In the end, obviously it was a bit overwhelming for us both and we called it quits. Our personalities just didn't click..."

Melanie took a moment to gauge Missy's reactions, who simply took a sip of water before she called over the waiter. "I feel for ya, Mel, Jason and I had a very rough first few weeks, but we worked it out eventually. You'll find someone, just gotta give it some time..."

Both women then transitioned out of that conversation, chatting over a few drinks and eventually, their dinner and dessert. They covered various topics and occasionally, Missy would touch up on available bachelors for Melanie. But she kept declining, instead asking her about the pending fitness instructor position. It would be a nice side gig, especially since she had to sit a lot for her job.

It was roughly an hour later as both women paid for their food and drinks.

"Alright, I'm gonna get going. I'm seeing the famous Gavon TreVayne tomorrow and I want to double check I have everything ready for the visit. I'll stop by after work, okay?"

Melanie and Missy then said their goodbyes, walking out of the restaurant together but eventually going their own separate ways.