#reina01

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @reinaazarolla where: tri delt valentine's party when: during spin the bottle

When it was Jacqui's turn, they spun the bottle with a lack of concern, no such thing as a bad spin if you asked them. But when the bottle rattled to a stop pointing at a petite (rare, that someone was considered more petite than Jacqui) brunette, a smile quickly spread across their face, Jacqui and Reina spilling into the closet that was being utilized for the evening. "Well," Jacqui said as the door clicked shut, the outside sounds muffled, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the dark. "I don't actually think we've met before..." they mused, the face of the brunette unfamiliar to them. Not that they were complaining about that at all. They had said they wanted this semester to be different from the last - what better way then getting to know new people? "Hell of a way to meet someone," they joked.

[georgia-jereau]

@reinathane​

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Georgia looked around her house. It was still a bit of a blank slate, but filling it out would come with time. Almost every furnishing was new. She’d left most of the furniture in the house in Nevada, so when Mal got out the place hadn;t been stripped clean. She’d only taken things that were personal to her. There was a box of photos under her bed, her jewelry box on her vanity that held things she rarely wore including her wedding ring, her entire closet had come with her and also in the closet, in a box tucked away were her daughter’s ashes. No way in hell she would have left those behind, but they certainly weren’t on display. Everything was clean, mostly because it was unused, but she didn’t mind it. It reminded her of a high end hotel. The house wasn’t her usual style, she preferred something new without any ghosts or stories in it’s walls. Still, the house had been completely redone and it would do. After all she didn’t plan on staying here forever.

Walking to the kitchen, she pulled a two wine glasses out of the cabinet and opened a bottle of red. There was white in the fridge in case Reina wanted any of that, plus a stocked bar in the dining room in case they really got into it. Georgia wasn’t sure she had any ‘friends’, and the only person she ever really missed was Mal and that was only sometimes. Still, Reina was one of the few people she had a history with that she hadn’t buried and didn’t want to. It had been a while since she’d seen the woman who’d once been queen of Nevada, but coming here meant that call had to be made. When she heard a knock at the door, she stalked over in her socks. Far less sophisticated than she let most people see her, but since it was paired with jeans and a sweater that probably cost more than most of the cars in town, she wasn’t too self-conscious. Opening the door, a true smile crept onto her face. “Hey, come on in.” she said, stepping aside and gesturing for the woman to come in. As soon as she’d stepped inside, Georgia shut the door and headed towards the kitchen, walking backwards as she did. “Do you want red, white or something stronger?” she asked. “ ‘cause I got it all here. Except for the whores. Left those back home.”

[hide-the-wilder-side]

@reinathane​

Location: Olympus Medical Center

When: Two days after the arson - Early evening

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Eddie had just wanted to poke her head in and show her face, just to see if anybody needed anything. Hospitals smelled weird. Too clean. Her hands were covered in smudged blue ink, notes and reminders about things that didn’t feel as important as the people who’d been hurt. She’s going to stay for a little bit, just in case. Going to the little machine in the corner, she puts in a crumpled few dollars that were previously jammed into her back pocket and presses a button for coffee. Eddie wrinkles her nose a bit, because it doesn’t look gross, but she’s definitely had worse things in her mouth. Turning around she notices a familiar face and while she can’t say she’s happy to see her, she is relieved to see she’s unharmed. “Hey, Reina.” she says, throwing up a weak wave and then glances down at the small cup in her hand and holds it up. “You want some trash, hospital coffee?” she offers. 

[dualblooded-blog]

{ylisse} - culture shock

golafre 

Oh, now this promised to be interesting.

Rumors of strange travelers in the halidom had practically quintupled in perfect sync with the pillar of light that had cropped up near Ylisstol. From what Nah had come to understand, it was essentially another Outrealm Gate...but one that no one had had any luck so far in shutting off. If it had anything to do with Naga, or perhaps even another god, Nah’s guess on the matter was as good as anybody else’s.

The Shepherds had been specifically instructed to keep an eye out for troublemakers that may be streaming in from gods-knew-where, and it was to one potential troublemaker that Nah gravitated towards now.

(Or, more specifically, to a girl who looked as though she attracted trouble rather than caused it.)

Nah circled around her with a suspicious glint in her eyes, but there wasn’t anything especially unfriendly about the way she said,

“I wouldn’t pet those if I were you. They’re warhorses, and bred for aggression towards strangers.”

The horses fenced up behind this peaceful field stomped their enormous hooves and whinnied at both the manakete and the world-traveling girl.