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[OPEN!]

Who: Jill & Open!
When: Late June, anytime after the announcement of the Herald!
Where: Around campus + a little bit in Soleil
What: A new vampire bumblfricks her way through (un)life while being extremely stressed. Come help her get settled in! Or hinder her, I'm not your boss.
Warnings: Alcohol in the Soleil prompt, otherwise just watch out for adult language!

i. aube, floor 2

[For the most part, the door to Aube's 201 dorm room is closed, but in the evenings one can find it cracked open to let the breeze through. Jill had the pleasure of unpacking and setting up her room about five minutes after being told the world might end sometime soon. So forgive her if it's a little sloppy, with her clothes not yet hung up and still being folded, and her desk a positive mess of paperwork. She was never super neat to begin with, but even she'll cop to this being ridiculous. The only thing she's got properly hung up is her bartending license, framed all proud and proper on the wall in contrast to the hot pink shirt with the word "SLUT" on the front that's hanging out of her suitcases underneath it.

If you aren't going to knock on her door to see what's up with this hermit newcomer, maybe you'll catch her in the common room with a pudgy black cat on her lap, flicking through her phone absently. Occasionally, she makes a little "tch" noise, but remains largely expressionless. Still, if you come close enough she'll look up expectantly, ready to chat or tell you that yes you can pet the cat if it doesn't arbitrarily decide to bite you.]

ii. all around campus, evening

[In the evenings, before her night classes start, Jill wanders the campus. Mostly she's just blown away by how beautiful everything is. She's blown away by how crisply she can see everything now. By how magnificent the rising moon is to eyes no longer ruined by late night screen time. It's all very dramatic and poetic, yes, but also she's not looking where she's going at all. She's quite wrapped up in thoughts about what the actual hell to do about her life now that she's not human, and knows of things other mortals aren't privy to, and whether or not they'll let her keep her alcohol collection or if they're going to make her get rid of it at some point.

So she's not the most focused person on campus, sue her.]

iii. hog's swill tavern, soleil, late night and early morning

[The first day on the job is always the hardest, right? So she'll get it all out of the way tonight and it'll be smooth sailing forever. That's Jill's general hope as she hangs up her coat in the break room of the tavern she's going to be working at and double checks herself in the mirror. Heh. So vampires can see their reflections, huh. Jill shakes her head, trying to focus. Okay. She can do this. It's not Valhalla, but it's still a shitty dive bar, so really is it that far off?]

Well. Time to mix drinks and change lives.

[So she gets out there, feeling equal parts enthused and terrified, and greets whoever walks up to the bar the same way:]

Hey, what can I get you?

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[If she's not looking where she's going, she's likely to trip over a girl lying on her back watching the stars. Can she notice in time, or will this end in pain?]

[Oh this 100% ends in pain. Jill does not, in fact, notice the girl until her foot makes contact with her and sends her stumbling forward with arms flailing.]

Oh, shit!

[It's said from the ground as she tries to get back to her feet. Immediately she's more concerned for the other girl. She hasn't felt any pain since becoming a vampire, a trend she hopes to continue, but she's not so sure about this girl. She could be anything, up to and including human.

Brushing dirt and grass off her cothes, Jill looks over at Serena apologetically.]

Damn, sorry. Are you okay?

Oof!

[Serena shoots up from the accidental kick, rolling right up to her feet. When no follow up occurs, she looks over at Jill somewhat annoyed.]

My side is a bit sore, but I'll live. What about you, should I direct you to the local optometrist?

[The way Serena is on her feet so quickly makes Jill take a step back, a little worried that she's about to get set on fire or blasted by ice or something. Sure, she's dangerous now, but like she has no idea what she's doing. Her puzzled expression at the barb probably gives away the fact that she doesn't have a combative bone in her body.]

Er...no? It's dark. [She can see just fine and this realization immediately flusters her.] I mean, I wasn't really paying attention to where - well, obviously. Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, miss...?

*Sigh* Serena. My name is Serena. Just... pay more attention to where you're going next time.

Serena. That's a really nice name. [It may be a peace offering but it's also sincere. It's a name she likes quite a lot.] Yeah, having all these weird new senses doesn't help the whole 'easily distracted' thing. I'll keep my eyes on the ground more often.

[There's a slight pause in which she considers the consequences of just giving out her name willy-nilly to someone clearly annoyed with her, but concludes that it's better to offer that olive branch and make new connections. Good or bad.]

I'm Jill, by the way. I'm...new.

I thought so, I haven't seen you around.

[She pauses briefly.]

New senses?

Oh, uh. I'm a vampire now, I guess?

[It's probably safe to say that here, right?]

Ever since I turned, I've been seeing and hearing things so much more clearly that it's almost like having an entirely new sense. I can even smell things I didn't know had scents, which is crazy. It's kind of distracting.

[Huh. Well, so long as she's in control of herself.]

Well, I can't say I know what that's like, but my Familiar knows how to use superhuman senses to her advantage. Would you like to be introduced?

Familiar?

[Like. Like a witch's cat, or something? God, Fore would make an awful familiar.]

Sure, I'm game.

[Serena pulls out her phone and calls a number.]

Hey, could you come over? There's someone here with newfound preternatural senses.

...Yes, she's- what does it matter if- ugh, just don't get carried away, alright?

[Serena hangs up, looking annoyed again.]

She's on her way. I'm warning you, she can be a bit... much.

[Before all of This happened, Adelaide wouldn't consider herself a night owl. She got up early in the mornings and didn't tend to pull all nighters, but now...She appreciates the night a lot more. She kind of has to.

She's out on a jog when she nearly runs into Jill. It's a good think Adelaide is at least paying attention to what's going on around them, because she manages to stop just in time.]

Oh! Sorry, sorry.

[ legal age here in france is 16, so hey, ana's welcome here. so you bet she's going to take this opportunity to have a drink...even if she doesn't really know what to order.

she grabs a stool at the bar and smiles at the bartender. it seems like she knows what she's doing... ]

Good evening! If you don't mind mixing me something tasty, that would be delightful.

[ ....but she clearly doesn't. ]

You'd be surprised how often I deal with people who are "a bit much".

[She's thinking, of course, of her bubbly and over-the-top friend and regular back home. Jill wonders briefly how Dorothy is doing, but. It won't do any good to get homesick now. Life's just different now and that's got to be okay, because what other option is there, really.]

[If not for Adelaide stopping, they definitely would have collided. Jill's startled expression turns pretty much immediately to embarrassment.]

Ah, oops - my bad. Sorry if I got in your way. I'm new.

[Admittedly, being new is only tangential to the situation and barely explains the problem. This excuse is less and less useful each time she uses it, but it's the only one she's got that isn't "Sorry, I'm stupid and oblivious to my surroundings until further notice."]

[Something tasty. If only this was the first time Jill had heard that one. She knows better than to ask for her to be more specific. Ana may seem confident enough, but to a licensed bartender with years of experience, she has "first-timer" written allllll over her.]

Unfortunately, that describes a lot of things. What do you normally like to drink, miss?

... I'm not sure.

[ wait for it... ]

Admittedly, I've never had any alcohol before.

[ whoop, there it is. ]

[Her response gives Jill pause, if only because she didn't realize how poor the phrasing was beforehand. It usually works as intended.]

I...sorry, I wasn't very clear. What kind of things do you usually drink besides alcohol? Coffee, tea, soda...?

Oh! Well, I'm mostly a coffee drinker, but I do enjoy a good cup of tea from time to time.

[ that makes more sense! ]

Perhaps something coffee-flavored would be good to start with?

Sounds good.

[It takes her a second or two to figure out where all the ingredients are in this particular bar, but that also gives her a moment to figure out what to mix. There's not as much selection as back in Paris, but that's to be expected from such an out-of-the-way little hole. It's more of a place for beer and ale, not mixed drinks like she specializes in. She'll have to look harder for more suitable work.

Still, a few clinking bottles and glasses later, Jill has quite efficiently mixed a Colorado Bulldog and set it down in front of Ana. She knows how aggressive alcohol can be on the first try, so she's hoping the cream and cola will cut the bitter edge for her!]

Here you go. Enjoy.

[ you know what, it's fine. it's not like we care about ana's tolerance up in here anyway. it's also a good thing she came here on a full stomach so she's not going to like, pass out or something.

she looks at the drink, as well as the straw, and she's quick to take a sip of it. and...well. it's pretty strong, and the alcohol has a strange burn to it. but it's good.

she starts drinking more. ... and more. it's probably a bad idea to be drinking this much in one go, holy shit. ]

[What's the point of coming to a bar for the first time if you don't get a little drunk, right?

Still, Jill notices how fast the drink is disappearing and immediately wonders if she might have, uh. Picked the wrong drink for the occasion. It's true that getting people drunk is kind of her job, and that she doesn't know this girl's tolerance level so no matter what she picked it could have been too much, but uh. Oops?]

Eh...? Miss, you...might want to drink a little more slowly...

[ yeah, the drink is...nearly halfway gone by now. it's only been a hot second, too. this might have been a bad idea -- not on jill's part, but ana's -- and she finally sets the drink down. ]

Oh. I apologize! It was actually a lot sweeter than I'd expected, in a good way.

[ hm. ]

I feel fine, though I understand that it'll take a little time to kick in, won't it?

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you seem to like it. I just don't want you to get sick, you know?

[She picks up a glass and a clean cloth, doing the most stereotypical bartender thing she could possibly do. Hey, it's part of the job.]

For some people, yeah. Depending on your tolerance for alcohol, it could take anywhere from half a glass to three glasses to feel anything.

[The girl is pretty lean, and Jill's aware that women metabolize alcohol differently than men, but there are a lot of other unknowns that go into figuring out how drunk a person is going to get and how quickly they're going to get there.]

If I had to make a wild guess, I'd say you can handle a couple before you get too tipsy.

Hopefully I won't! I made sure to eat before I came here, so as to not drink on an empty stomach and feel worse than I may in a few moments.

[ that's not foreboding at all. but anyway. ana nods at the bartender, taking in her advice. ]

That's good to know.

[ no. no, it isn't. ]

You sound like you're experienced! [ or for all she knows, this woman could be making all of this up -- ana would have no way of knowing. she's aware. alcohol isn't something she did a ton of research on, regrettably. she's just trying to make some small talk, okay. ]

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