[open]

[transfusionem]

Who: Adelaide & You!
When: Various times in October
What: Listen, everything’s fine, and no mistakes are being made at all. Also Aube has too much food.
Where: Campus, Soleil.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & alcohol in the Soleil prompt.


campus;
[So far, being a member of the student council isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, she knew there was going to be a lot of math involved, and she doesn’t mind it, but she minds the talking sword. She minds it a lot - it’s really kind of annoying, the way it nags her about money constantly. She has to admit her spending habits have changed since being gifted with the rapier, and she’s not sure how she feels about that.

There’s also the fact that wherever she goes in uniform there’s a trail of yellow rose petals left in her wake. She can’t really get around without being noticed anymore, because the petals are so invasive. She doesn’t even know what to do with them - will they disappear on their own? Should she use them for something? She’s unsure.

Either way, rules are rules and she has to wear her uniform on campus, so she’s a beacon of fiscal responsibility more days than not.]

aube;
[It’s not quite a daily occurrence, but it’s still pretty common to find Adelaide in the kitchen. She’s as prolific a baker as always, and she spends much of her free time baking up something for people to enjoy. She doesn’t have quite as much time to run a stand, what with classes started up again and her new responsibilities, but her dormmates will find the dorm well-stocked with any sort of baked good they could imagine.

Some days when she’s baking she seems...well. Stressed out. Her hair is a mess, and her movements are jerky and uncoordinated like she’s in a rush, and sometimes there’ll be a grimace on her face. She’s...Well. Trying to seem like she’s not bothered, though.]

soleil;
[This may have been...a mistake. A grave mistake, some could say. She’s not really sure what compelled her to go out to town tonight, but it’s probably because she’s lonely. She could go seek out company with someone she already knows - go talk to Maverick, or go check in on Rex, or maybe ask if Lia wanted to make something - but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out to Soleil and finds herself in a bar.

She can’t get drunk the traditional way. She gets nothing by going to a bar, except...Well.

Just this once won’t hurt, right? She’s not going to kill anyone and she’s pretty sure the guy eyeing her up won’t mind. Just one bite won’t hurt.]

Ah, fuck.

[She pushes herself upright, stepping into the crowd at the bar. She’s really going to do this, huh?]

soleil part 2;
[She’s pleasantly buzzed, and wobbles a bit when she walks. She’s left the bar for the streets, and the guilt hasn’t quite set in yet. She can still taste the blood on her tongue, and she’s surprised it was as potent as it is.

Huh. Maybe she should be concerned about that. But she isn’t.

She laughs to herself, looking up at the stars and stretching her arms above her head. She should...head back to campus.]

wildcard;
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Comments

[bolderfell]

...Oh.

[That's... man. How do you even start addressing everything packed in there? Therion fiddles with the hoodie drawstrings.]

How did you find out?

[transfusionem]

My sire told me. Apparently people have been...asking about him, because they knew we were friends.

[The oven dings! helpfully, and she turns to pull the cupcakes from it.]

[bolderfell]

[This is a lot. Therion considers what to say while Adelaide busies herself at the oven. He has no idea how he'd feel in a situation like hers, and it leaves him at a loss.]

Did they think you'd died?

[Realizing how little he knows about where she came from or how she really got here, he adds:]

I never asked what happened.

[transfusionem]

[She checks the cupcakes, before putting them aside.

She's quiet for a long moment, before sighing.]

They did.

[She fidgets with the oven mitts just to have something to do with her hands.]

I was turned over Christmas break. It's...kind of a lot, and they thought it would be better if I could start a new life, so my parents were told I was killed in an accident. There was a funeral and everything.

[bolderfell]

...

[Almost a year. And she acts so normal, when really, her whole life--or existence, or whatever--is anything but.]

I can't imagine what that's like.

[transfusionem]

[That's largely because up until all of this happened, she was normal. Now that she's decidedly not, being as normal and even keeled as possible makes it easier.]

Eh. It is what it is. I'm just hoping they don't try to find me or...come here.

[bolderfell]

You think they'd be able to track you here?

[He doesn't even question why she wouldn't want to see them.]

[transfusionem]

Anything's possible.

[Unfortunately.]

But, whatever! There's no point in worrying about it.

[bolderfell]

True.

[Still, he doesn't think most people--people with families who care about them--could really just "But, whatever!" about them.]

Look, if it comes to that... I'm good at hiding things. Whatever you want to do, you'll have options. So, yeah. No point worrying now.

[transfusionem]

[Listen, it's fine, and surely nothing will come from this and Adelaide won't keep dwelling on it.]

Hopefully it doesn't come to that. But...Thanks, Therion. I appreciate the offer.

[bolderfell]

[Since It's Fine, Therion shrugs and picks up his second cookie.]

Don't mention it.

[Seriously. Don't. That'll jinx it for sure.]

[transfusionem]

[Good boy.]

I won't, I won't.

[She's not about to jinx things! She knows the rules. Don't talk to edgelords about things that involve feelings.]