#calam.starter

[wxldxheart]

Location: The Ghouliard Status: Open to all

Selene relished being on stage - the lights, the heat, the thrum of the music through her system as she moved, sand with a pitch that could almost make the Merfolk jealous. She revelled in it.

The attention.

It fed her soul, fed a hunger in her she had since she was a child. To be seen, to be admired. And oh did they admire when she performed. She smiled out into the crowd, purple tendrils of magic coiling from her fingers, wrapping around the audience, her body, like teasing strokes that only added to the flare and wonder of her performance.

When the song came to its climax, her tantalising performance at its peak, Selene gave a little wink into the crowd, blew a kiss and stepped off stage smooth as silk, ready to work the floor.

[deathbeckons]

open to all! where: osaerin's abyss, the haven - neutral territory.

It felt so natural in her hands, something she needed to add to her collection immediately. The only issue, however... "You're out of your mind if you think this is worth three-hundred. I'll give you two." Azagi bartered, a snarl on her face as she looked over the stall owner, almost daring them to argue with her. She could feel the anger at such an offer in them building, rising like a crescendo and yet... it fizzled, and they accepted her offer. Disappointing, really, but at least she had gotten what she wanted.

The demon felt eyes on her and quickly turned around, new purchase proudly in hand as she glared, "What? It's a market. You haggle, or you get ripped off. You seem like the type to get ripped off, though. Poor lamb."

[oftheatrics]

Open for everyone

location: any eatery tbh

This is what she gets for not going to her usual place. Being in a new place, with no braille menus or screen readers in her sight, a nightmare. And she's way too far from her usual place to even do anything.

She adjusted her sunglasses and cane, her seeing eye dog in tow. Pom can feel the looks of pity before they started rushing off. This was her life now. Her stomach growled as she sighed, forcing herself to swallow her pride. She gazed at the figure next to her, gently tapping their hand.

"Could you read the specials by any chance?" Pom asked in a quiet whisper.

[cedricvonoctavian]

Open for everyone

Location: Pit Stop

A month of hibernation meant cedric was behind. He scanned the papers to see if anyone won the lottery or had a major life changing event. Sadly the pickings were slim. It was all it took to not roll his eyes at the sacchrine sweet announcements of marriages destined to fail or promises of minor innovations that will never happen.

Sipping on his third Pumpkin Spice Frappe, he looked up at the decor. "Pumpkin Spice seems to happen earlier each year but I can't deny it's sweetnessss." He said falling into his habit of hissing. He felt a prescence nearby.

"The seat is unoccupied, sit if you pleasssse." He said.

[aylinvilliers]

who: open to all where: vault of relics

Aylin hadn’t meant to spend this long inside the Vault — but time, like most things these days, had a funny way of slipping when no one was watching. She was standing in front of a painting now. Or what was left of one. Half-charred at the edges, cracked right through the middle like someone had tried to fold the sky in two. Still, the brushstrokes that remained were stunning — rich golds, deep bruised purples. A city skyline, maybe, or just wishful thinking preserved in oil. Her head tilted, slowly. “You know,” she said aloud to no one in particular, “I’ve seen wounds that healed prettier than this. But it’s got charm. Real end-of-the-world flair.”

The relic tag beside it was half-faded, which felt fitting. Aylin leaned in slightly, hands tucked behind her back like a schoolkid trying not to touch. “What do you think it’s supposed to be?” she asked, glancing sideways — to whoever was closest, or at least not pretending she didn’t exist. “Doomed love? Exploded city? One of those really intense family dinners?”

[curseaddendum]

-open starter; anyone can approach her even if she’s waiting for a Council Speaker Old Ryder Square, The Haven; mid–morning

For Otsana, it was mandatory to meet other Council members on neutral ground, especially those whose intentions she couldn’t help but suspect. The mer Queen’s aim was noble, and the old werewolf could catch a glimpse of true light in her eyes those few times they met —in and outside of Council business— but she was certain that other people would try to take political advantage of their new arrangement.

She wasn’t any different, she had her own agenda too, even if she didn’t mean any harm with it. Peace was appealing, but uncovering the identity of the mysterious letter sender was what she truly sought. A position like this could help expose them.

With a sigh, Otsana checked the watch on her wrist. She had arrived at the meeting point way too early and all she could do now was wait and observe the people around her. She wasn’t used to lowering her guard anywhere else but her farm, but as she did it, she could hear a few birds even in the loud murmur of the square.

[seacourtesan]

She needed a break. Deniz has only been at work at Sinsation for a few hours, yet already, the murderous urge to rid the world of her clients thus far was rampant. She can't do it. She simply can't live life today. What the mermaid wouldn't give to be back home right now, just spending the day with her siblings and pretending as if there was nothing wrong with her life.

And yet... It was because of her siblings, and it was because she is doing all she can to provide for them, that she must stay. She has to.

As a sigh left her lips and she gazed up to the sky. Resting up against the brick wall of the alleyway outside Sinsation, she soon tensed up at a sudden sound. Shit... "I'll be back inside in a moment; I was just taking a five."

outside sinsation / open to all / april 2136

[ofescapisms]

location: the roadhouse starter: open

Peyton walked into the Roadhouse, the place felt like a second home to her after all. If she was going to try something new, there was no place she was more comfortable doing that than here. She sat down at the bar, wearing a curly blonde wig, and ordered her usual drink before tossing some of the fake hair over her shoulder and smiling at the person next to her. "What do you think? Does this look suit me for a little on-stage character I'm working on?" she winked. "Best part of my job, playing with different looks."