#astoriaevent8

[seamusobrien]

location: Astoria city streets when: Monday, night status: closed | @tuaharjuna​

After talking with Atlas and subsequently turning into him, he set out for home. On foot despite the on and off bad weather. He had an umbrella and he didn’t want to chance getting a ride and changing into the driver. So, it was off to his humble abode to hide away from the world until the moon stopped being an asshole to shapeshifters. The one thing he could be thankful for, was Atlas’ form felt much more comfortable than Miles or Clary’s were. Not that the other two weren’t lovely people with good form, but it was vastly different from his. To be fair, so was Atlas’ but it wasn’t as different. Seamus wanted to, nearly needed to just go home and get numb again, forget any of this happened. Then he could wait out the time it took to shift back in a blissful state and deal with the rest later. He lit up a smoke and checked the street sign before taking a left to continue his walk toward home.

“For the love of all things unholy, don’t touch me!” He said when he turned the corner to see someone coming toward him. Seamus probably made the phrase a bit more dramatic than it needed to be. It was just a person walking down the street. He couldn’t even make out who it was. Sea was just stressed to the max and exhausted. It had been a very long day.

[kaidemir]

set: november 30th, monday morning availability: closed | @choileon​

It was fairly early and Kai was still working out his new sleep schedule. However, he was sure to be up specifically that morning because he’d made an appointment to see a potential apartment. Later that week he had a meeting with Astoria Broadcasting, which he hoped to show them his past work and get a position. If not, he had enough money to cover a decent amount of time while he looked for something else. Freelance was also an option, but that wasn’t growing any roots in his mind. The man desperately wanted to start this new chapter in his life. 

He held out the scrap of paper he wrote the address on and made his way to the apartment. It seemed like a nice building, he was excited to see the inside. Excited. That was strange to feel about an apartment. Maybe it was a good thing he waited so long to take this path in his life. The smallest things that were new and unexplored, were also the simplest things to so many others. It brought him some joy to contemplate that as he did each thing. He knocked on the door and waited for the person on the other side to answer.

[laurelgavaris]

set: november 29th, sometime late in the afternoon location: in front of sol’s studio availability: closed | @derrickbelmont​

She had been by the neighborhood over the morning, continue in Hearthstone Bay for lunch, and before she’d head back to her place, knowing she had yet to prepare herself for later that night and the coven meeting, Laurel decided that it would cause no harm to make her way to the Studio prior calling an Uber to get her back home since she didn’t drive herself this time. Thankfully, the consequences of the previous night were no longer pounding over her chest, causing the head priestess to regret every drink which had been within her system. But, then, the universe was far from being in her favor. She was actually close to the Studio when it started to rain again, and she knew it was a matter of time until it’d get worse... again.

Running, she couldn’t properly see anyone in front of her, until she finally felt her body colliding against someone else’s, causing her to hold against him so none of them would end up falling due to the slippery material against  their feet by the sidewalk. Her light eyes moved up, acknowledging it was Derrick, trying to clear the incessant raindrops touching her  face. “I’m so sorry.” It was the first time she was seeing him after the previous full moon. How ironic that they were really close to the following  one. “Are you okay? I’m heading inside, I don’t think the weather is going to get any better. It’s been hailing for days now. Do you want to come in?” Her tone was fighting against the sound of the heavy rain surrounding them, but it was for the better if both of them were secure.

[topher-romijn]

Location: the mall @astoriastarter

Topher hadn’t changed in a long time, using their ability only when they felt like it was strictly necessary. Over the course of their years since figuring out they had the same ability as their mom, they must’ve changed only four times a year, when the situation called for it. A way of escape, a way of protecting themselves from others. 

Their mom had used it to earn money, and while she was amazing at it, a skill that Topher had always envied, it had also gotten her killed. It made Topher very aware of the fact that if they had enough control over it, that would never be them. They could avoid the worst if they stayed away from using the faces of others. It didn’t take away being observant however, silent and studious of the appearances of others. Even if they didn’t use it, shifting shape was still something they were aware they could do. So if they honed their skill of observing, they could change their own shape quickly enough.

Going to the store with Rowan was supposed to be a fun outing, the two of them getting some stuff they absolutely didn’t need, paying as little money as possible by getting all the discounts. 

It wasn’t supposed to be terror inducing. 

Topher wasn’t sure what part of their body was responsible for the sudden change, the complete change, but it was jarring and scary. Just a single touch and no observation necessary, their body changed on its own. 

Changed and became this manly shape that clung to them heavily, pressed itself on their own body like a virus. They felt warm and awkward, kicking away from the person who had forced this change upon them, crying out in surprise, throwing their shoppings to the floor. 

It felt invasive, terrifying, their body wasn’t their own anymore, because they tried to change back, tried to force their tinier frame back through the bulky male form they had borrowed, but no matter how hard they pushed, it stayed on them. It stayed and kept pressing them down. 

Topher never cried, but the tears found their way to their cheek regardless, more out of frustration than sadness. Frustration and fright. They didn’t want this shape. Pushing away from the people, Topher ran down the aisle, trying to find a place to hide, eventually hiding out under a row of clothing, feeling even more frustrated because their new bigger shape didn’t allow for perfect camouflage, long legs sticking out. This was stupid, this needed to stop. They brushed the tears away, angry at the large hand, angry at the beard. They tried to will their body, a constant battle with a wall that gave no way. 

They heard sound nearby, trying breathlessly to pull their legs back in.

[myth01s]

Duplicate || Tuah & Elias

@mreliasjohnson

Out of the things that could happen, Tuah certainly didn’t expect this. He was seeing duplicates everywhere, sometimes triplets or quadruplets when a shapeshifter happened to be in a crowd. It didn’t help if one was fully covered either, since their ability had always been able to mirror the person they shapeshift in down to the very atom, if they’re skilled. It was entertaining to watch it unfold, though not so much when he was involved. He couldn’t blame the shapeshifters either once he learnt that they had no control over their own power. He had to wonder, however, if this had something to do with the full moon; strange things always happened during these times of the month, after all. He couldn’t be sure since there was no news that officially address the issue, though there had been reports of similar sighting throughout Astoria.

Tuah was careful not to bump into people, wanting to minimise the effect as much as he could. He didn’t want to deal with another him again for the day. He planned to head back to his home, or perhaps visit one of his friends to check on them. Tried as he might, however, he still bumped into someone as he turned to a corner, letting out a loud yelp (he’d deny this afterwards) and quickly taking a step back. “Sorry, sorry,” he quickly apologised before realising who it was. “Elias,” Tuah sighed in relief, before furrowing his brows as he looked at the witch curiously. “You are Elias, yes? Not someone who looks exactly like him?”

[chrisgarris]

location: coffee spells (hearthstone bay) time: 4:30 p.m., sunday

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Chris knew he wanted coffee. It wasn’t often that he felt a pull towards the bitter drink. He fancied anything sugared and fast. Redbull stocked their tour van whenever they did manage to make it out of Los Angeles. On set, he’d pose a Coconut flavored Redbull to pull him over. He insisted the extra caffeine applied normally to his wolf genes. Perhaps, he craved something out of the ordinary because of the special night. He would need to seek shelter soon, hoping to tame his transformation with a pack if one would take him in. Despite his time in Astoria, he hadn’t explored the packs in town. He liked the idea of a lone wolf until he had to face the consequences of a full moon. 

Chris glanced over towards a person waiting beside him. He pointed towards a barista.   ❝   How many shots of espresso do you think she’s taken behind the bar? I’m saying at least eight with how her hand’s shaking.  ❞   He looked back at her, watching her move as her thick curls bounced in sink with the rush. She looked like she was preparing his drink.   ❝   I know it’s a shit idea to get coffee so late, but hey, what’s a little edging for the moon gods?  ❞ 

[seamusobrien]

location: Zoey’s House when: 5am, Tuesday status: closed | @zomartinez​

The plan had originally been to go home, maybe smoke some weed, and go to sleep till he changed back into his normal self. Then stick inside till the news said it was safe for shapeshifters to go back outside without randomly turning into anything they touched that was alive. He did go home and had a small nap after a very healthy cry session on his bathroom floor. When he woke up and looked in the mirror, he nearly scared himself when he saw Atlas still staring back at him. That panicked reminder sent him searching for something stronger than marijuana in pill bottles filled with small unmarked plastic bags and washing it down with tequila, the only alcohol left in his house. It was usually his last choice, it always led to him doing something reckless or having a mental breakdown. There was rarely an in between.

After a couple hours in the bliss of feeling nothing, he was disturbed by a jolt hitting what seemed like all of his nerve endings at the same time. He looked down at his bare arms and chest to spot a sheen of sweat covering his tattoos. Seamus did a double take and pulled himself off his floor to double check the mirror. This time it was his face staring back at him and it was a relief to see. Without thinking twice, looking around his lonely apartment, he pulled on his shoes and grabbed the half full bottle before walking out the door. He didn’t want to be alone or in his loft. Earlier he’d sent Pouncival out to catch mice or have a good ol’ cat time outside so he didn’t accidentally touch them and turn into a cat. This meant he had to go find something else to do in the streets of Astoria at night. 

His feet eventually led him straight to one of his two safety nests in Astoria. A person that had been a beacon in their life since he was a teenager running away from a foster home that hardly noticed he was gone. Zoey and her father had always been kind to him. Gave him warmth and love, something he needed more than he knew after experiencing it. Seamus stumbled to the door, unaware that it was nearly five in the morning. Still, he knocked on the door with his free hand. “Zoey, Zoey, Zoey have a drink with me, it's Seamus.” He knocked over and over until he finally saw her. “Don’t touch me though or we’ll be twins and it’s not as groovy as it sounds.”

[kaidemir]

location: Kaleidoscope when: Monday, late night status: closed | @oldatlas

It had been a strange day for Kai, the morning spent with his god son he all but thought had disappeared without wanting to see him ever again. Not that he could blame the boy, he hadn’t had the best life and Kai wasn’t able to shelter him from that. At the time, Kai did not lead the best life either. It had been a day of good things, seeing him was good but also it was a day of reflection and after he left Leon’s apartment he wandered. His feet led him to what looked like an average night club with a flair. Intrigued, he moved to explore further and possibly get a drink or two. A nice red wine or maybe something stronger with a nice smokey taste. As he was entering, he noticed a familiar face exiting. “Atlas?” But it was no use, he had bolted away before he could stop him and Kai shrugged. He entered the club and stopped for a moment to look around. It reminded him distinctly of France and some of the places he’d been there. 

He moved toward the bar but paused when he saw the face he’d just encountered leaving and made a double take. Kai moved toward the taller man so he wasn’t shouting across a room. “Atlas?” He asked, knowing something was wrong with the moon and shapeshifting from the night before after encountering Charlie. Though he was fairly certain it had been Atlas Montgomery, Bashiano’s longtime close friend he’d approached. While they had never been on bad terms to his knowledge, he wondered for a brief moment if his presence would be welcomed with the other. The same as he’d felt approaching Bash, but with less feeling and history. Again, it was just very nice to see a familiar face amongst the chaos that his journey had been the past few decades getting to Astoria. If he was in a bolder mood, he’d likely hug him. But, the uncertainty had him restrained. “Um, hey, hi, it’s been awhile. How are you? I could have swore I saw you leaving when I came in.” Kai motioned to the door he’d just entered.