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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nill { and we took in the world anew

[matermali]

[ Rare was the opportunity to allow herself the indulgence of shopping anymore, but she always capitalized when given the chance, especially for the sake of another. Vanity is not the reason that she often dresses so 'completely', as Victor put it, but it would be a lie to say that she didn't also enjoy discovering any new eccentricities in the latest fashion. What fashion this city carries is eclectic to be certain, but Vanessa has been struggling to find anything to her taste or standards. It isn't the single piece or high hem or lack of pockets, but so much of it leaves her…wanting. Eventually, if she really ends up staying here long enough to worry more, she'll have to get creative.

There's enough variety among the boutiques that they've made some success. Whereas Vanessa is determined that Nill acquire a proper amount of stockings and undergarments to go with her dresses, they soon won't be able to carry it all, and there's the hour to consider. Vanessa rarely eats midday, but a rest will do them both good. Nill may not be used to so much walking.

She knows of a fine bakery, but the collection of faceless photos that line the wall in the front room may unsettle Nill, so Vanessa leads her through the back door and right into the kitchen. The scent of fresh bread is unmistakable, near overwhelming. The cozy space is cluttered with useless knick-knacks and a potted plant rests in the window, decorated as a family home. A curtain hangs in the doorway that separates it from the front, where the fancier pastries wait hidden from view. When in doubt, something is always in the refrigerator.

With the bags settled onto the counters, Vanessa motions for Nill to wait near the small island at the kitchen's center. ]

Make a wish and I will do my utmost to grant it.

dream of the endless { waiting for the marks to go away

[matermali]

[ She had been staying in a building not far from the statue garden when first encountering Ethan, so she is already fairly close to the agreed upon meeting place. After leaving a note on a slip of paper should Ethan find her absent, it doesn't take Vanessa more than ten minutes to find her way to the graveyard's entrance with footsteps that ignore deliberation and stealth.

Her brow is furrowed with a preoccupied gaze, lost in her thoughts even while she walks toward a known comfort. Dirt and bits of gravel are still speckled through mussed hair and smudged against the newly torn lace of her skirt. The rest can be cleaned, but the lace is ruined. It's unfortunate, given that she can't find anything quite like it in the city, however she could be wearing a potato sack at the moment and not much care. She clearly hasn't managed or thought to change yet from the previous night, nor has she looked in a mirror and see the state of herself.

Normally she would have worried more on the matter before meeting with Morpheus, but when certain thoughts on tormented friends and fates clutter the mind, there is room for little else. ]

leon kennedy { entries of the dark messes were made

[matermali]

[ The sigil left inside the door was little, requiring scarcely any of her blood, but she knows by now that even with the city’s limitations, her totem works well enough for particular spaces. Crowley had been unfortunate enough to be inside when it was cast, but nothing so dramatic should befall the latest visitor. If anything is as dangerous about him as she suspects, then it will merely prevent him from passing through the door as though obstructed by an invisible wall.

Even with the constant flickering of the screens, Vanessa had seen enough of his retreat toward the mechanical room to know that he wasn’t simply wandering, but searching for something. The bowels of the mall beyond the EMPLOYEE'S ONLYdoor don’t offer the most inviting aesthetic for the unsuspecting shopper. One needs to walk for quite awhile before reaching the fork in the path. He already tried the left, now he'll have to try the right path and follow his curiosity right past her. Who could resist investigating the whispers of static that drifted out of the security room?

After passing through the clutter of a desk and anything else that wasn’t nailed down—the result of a temper tantrum as much as the need for space—she waits flattened around the corner of the main hall. With her statuesque stillness and the night-time shadows cast over dark dress, there’s no reason at all to notice her until it’s too late. ]

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. ]