september catch-all { fabric of shame and sorrow's name

[matermali]

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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wrench { because there was blood on the view

[matermali]

[ Vanessa has had her photograph taken only once in her life, and she doesn’t feel the desire to ever again stare into the lens of a camera, but there are few better places for such a perfectly enclosed space than the camera booth she’s found. Even if one couldn’t really accuse the fair of being full of ‘crowds’, the din of the rides and occasional clank of a ring toss can get to be a bit much for her. No matter how she tries, the distractions can only carry her for so long.

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. ]

[wrenchedup]

[ Wrench had wandered into the park feeling a kind of. Well, he'd been feeling a lot of sadness as of late but especially right now after returning from who knew where. He ached for familiarity. Cheap carnival food and stupid games was familiar but the people, the lack of people, how there were no carnies. It just.

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?

[matermali]

[ At first, she scarcely moves at the sudden burst of company. While smoke whispers from parted lips to curl and obscure one pale eye, the other is visibly darting across the state of him following his intrusion. The sound of him, that stuttered breathing, is more than a little familiar to her. His anxiety bleeds into her own.

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. ]