september catch-all { fabric of shame and sorrow's name
WHO: Vanessa Ives (
matermali) & Others
WHAT: Friends, food, and fortune.
WHERE: Around town.
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Cannabis use, blood magic.
( ooc; HMU with a PM or at
cherto if you’d like a starter. Vanessa can get up to all sorts of trouble, or maybe even try to help someone out of it. I'll also be throwing her at the meeting log asap.
You may want to check her permissions for possible content warnings and an opt-out. )
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WHAT: Friends, food, and fortune.
WHERE: Around town.
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Cannabis use, blood magic.
( ooc; HMU with a PM or at
You may want to check her permissions for possible content warnings and an opt-out. )
wrench { because there was blood on the view
With the curtain tugged closed for the illusion of privacy, Vanessa is resting a shoulder against the wall, legs crossed and boot heel tucked slightly beneath the bench. If one can squint through the cloud of smoke that’s filled the booth, they could see that she has been dabbling in the more modern fashions around the City, though a good amount of the dress is hidden under a red coat.
Should anyone approach, she’s like to notice before they get too close, but the most she'll react is a glance to see if they go past. ]
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And there it happened again. Not rage this time but a fierce sense of panic. It started in the sinking of his stomach and moved up his spine in a cold wash to the back of his neck. His throat tightened and heart raced and everything felt Too Much. He needed to get away. Somewhere dark, somewhere alone, somewhere safe. None of that existed but the moment Wrench saw a photobooth he figured good enough.
It wasn't until he ducked in that he realized two things: 1. Morticia. 2. Weed. ]
Oh, fuck— Sorry, I barged in I— Wait. [ !! ] Are you smoking what I think you're smoking?
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Though she squints at him in wary curiosity, it's with a shift and uncrossing of her legs, and her lean is as much of an invitation as the joint that's she's quietly holding out. He seems to need a break as much as she does. ]