#scrcerec

[beaconxoflight-blog]

@guidethisgilbert and @scrcerec

do we want to continue the sleepover without a Bonnie?  We can npc Bonnie a bit I guess so we don’t have to take her out completely since she wouldn’t have not been invited.

[lastseraph]

@scrcerec

     There were many young looking beings in this city, but appearances were often deceiving.  But this young woman really did seem to be the age she appeared to be, at least according to his senses.  He stopped a polite distance away from her on the street, raising a hand to catch her attention. “Excuse me.  Ah-- could you direct me towards the store called Second Time Around?”

[barelyxlived-blog]

Matchmaker

Send “Matchmaker”

“You need someone who’s going to treat you right, and that is sadly slim pickings here. One of those teenagers from California might actually be just what you need, in a lover and some friends. They’re almost painfully normal despite their abilities, and they are still doing the high school thing. It’ll be the experience you missed out on in New Orleans. What about the quirky, weird one?”

[beaconxoflight-blog]

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

@guidethisgilbert @themartyrwitch @scrcerec

Caroline was pouring shots when she heard her friends arrive.  “In the kitchen,” she called to them.  “I figured we would start the evening off with alcohol.  I think we could all use a drink,” she laughed.  Looking up at them, she smiled at each of them.  She had missed these nights with Elena and Bonnie.  Now, they had adopted Davina into their group as well.  “Elena and I knew a sleepover in hell was a must.  Tonight is for girl talk, gossip, and of course, the Spice Girls.”

[barelyxlived-blog]

@scrcerec { cry if you want to at the Descendant Ball }

As a fleeing figure passed across Rebekah’s periphery, she recognized that broken-hearted face. Just as Marcel had said, she would see her. A pang of grief struck her at the sight. Davina was so young, she didn’t deserve to be trapped here in this hellish dimension with the monsters who had already stolen her childhood. The teen hadn’t even had the chance to live, which was all Rebekah had wanted for her. This was hardly a place anyone could find a true, happy life, and by the heartache on those features, it wasn’t off to a very good start.

Following behind, she used only a tiny burst of speed to cut her off outside. “So...who do we have to kill?”