http://rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-08-06 07:29 pm

Requiem unite!

Who: Brie, Mina, Anna and Jones
What: Meeting up with Brie, as she apparently wants to see everyone from her world
Where: The Valhalla Inn, Brie's room
When: Just after nightfall (though Jones can feel free to come beforehand)
Warnings: None

Brie watched as the sun went down over the horizon. She thought about Luke -- she could still feel the strong grip of his hands as she was being pulling away.

Everything had happened so suddenly. Despite what Anna has told her, Brie is still convinced that the Fae are at work in this world. They clearly proved themselves of teleporting an entire city and its residents to a world that shouldn't exist. What's to say they couldn't teleport all of Chicago's residents to random worlds?

Brie didn't know why she had asked to see Anna and Jones so immediately, but if there were going to be familiar faces in this place, she wants to stick together. There's always strength in numbers, and unless they actively refused, Brie would want Anna and Jones on her side.

Sitting down on her bed, she waited for her guests to arrive.
wandandsickle: (chillin)

[personal profile] wandandsickle 2011-08-07 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Jones arrives about fifteen minutes early; she'd've preferred a little earlier, but work's kept her and after a day at the forge she really needs a quick shower and a change of clothes.

Her face breaks open into a smile as she pokes her head around and sees Brie. They were never particularly close, but it's always lovely to see a familiar face here. "Mrs. Miller! It's... well, I can't really say it's good to see you here, circumstances being what they are, but it's nice, I suppose."
wandandsickle: (oh it's you)

[personal profile] wandandsickle 2011-08-08 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"God, how long's it been since you've eaten? Years?" She blinks. "That's probably true in your case, isn't it. Oh, hang on—" Jones always carries something light to snack on. "Erm, this won't get you far," she says, pulling an apple from her bag, "but you should try and make it to meals at the Inn, they're not bad."

She tosses the apple to Brie. It's a nice local-grown red variety. "I mean, you're also welcome to dinner at my place anytime, although I don't have to do a whole lot of cooking; my boss provides meals. Nice of him."
wandandsickle: (fancy schmancy)

[personal profile] wandandsickle 2011-08-10 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I certainly could," she says. And, well, she's been curious. She focuses her senses and raises her eyes to Brie again.

Her aura still bears the fadedness and dullness characteristic of vampirism, but—interesting. There's more mortality to her than she's seen in other vampires' auras, although not enough for her to say mortal for certain. Some of it that now shines clearly again. It's certainly unusual, and nothing she's ever seen before. Then again, she's finding new things every day.

Jones lets herself unfocus. "Well... you still look like a vampire, more than a little. It might be something that wears away, though; there's more mortality about your aura than I usually see on vampires. I don't know if there's any precedent for this, though, honestly. If you are something else, I'm not sure what, or if there's even a name for it. Perhaps time will tell us more."
primogen_vampirate: (Surprised)

[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2011-08-11 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mina didn't wait to change clothes after she woke up. Her first thought of the evening was of Jacqueline. The second she knew it was safe to rise, she rushed past Anna and hurried through the halls of the inn, rushing up the stairs, breezing right into Jacqueline's room wearing her gold nightgown.

She hadn't expected Jones to be there.

"Oh...oh my..." She blinked, stepping back a pace into the hall. Mina had fed recently, yes, but she still wasn't quite what she had once been. And now she was embarrassing herself further. Well done.

Clearing her throat lightly, she made a pathetic attempt at humor. "Well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag now. I have breasts."