#senatus.starter

[ofheliacal]

a starter for @senatusstarters, open where: all fours where the beer is warm and the piss is hot

“Okay but I almost had him,” the Exile was obviously side-eyeing for Valamir after their very clear loss; sure, they’d once got the upper hand on Valamir but that was when the King hadn’t been expecting a lycan to come and bite the piss out of him. In a ring, the Exile was sorely not a match and though they’d slunk away from the match, they were trying to remain buoyantly unbothered about it all, grinning ear to ear. Where once, they likely would have moved to a different country and changed their name after such a clear loss; Eric was adapting, evolving, overcoming. “Next round on me out of the mere kindness of my loser heart, of course.”

[bebevlnt]

Person: @senatusstarters Location: Downtown Rome notes: YOU HAVE ALL CHOSEN THE BEES Everything about this sucked on a number of levels. Not only were August and Lucretia under attack no doubt, the rest of the city at war, but her nail tech couldn't get her in. The audacity of her, Bebe had just potentially been through a breakup, she needed some time to herself. She'd told Vivianne that she didn't know what to do and so she had turned to the one thing she knew how to do in moments of chaos. Bring more to it. Pulling a glass jar from her purse, the clutch small on the outside but endless on the inside, she actually shook it up and looked to the label. Bebe's BeeBee's, it's written in large, scrolling letters and she smiles at it fondly with her hand on the lid. It'd been a present from August years ago and at the time, he'd told her not to open it. "Fly my pretties, fly and maybe pollinate something." But today she does and from the jar springs forth a swarm that takes up ample space in the downtown boutique she'd stepped into, just for defense. Retail therapy would have to do.

[mariuswrathful]

a gift for @senatusstarters, everyone location: thistlehouse note: sunglasses 4 kenyer

Curse his promises to Elmira. As a demon, the Wrathful wasn't susceptible to whatever new wave of plague was weaving it's way through the city, but as such it meant they were clearly the only one capable of manning the register. It was actually infuriating to listen to the sniffles and coughs of people who somehow needed to get flowers through all of this? Truly mortals were without shameand Marius had enough, shooing potential customers out the door as the abomination locked up the shop with an ireful expression painted across their face, "Is a bouquet really worth expediting your trip to hell?" It was snarled out though the abomination took great pride over the thought. Sanguis Massa had converted plenty of souls into the seven circles and whatever plague was making it's way through the city was sure to bring more with little work on any demons end.

[missharlowdaniels]

Location: Palace of Pluto, Party Person: Any Party Peeps @senatusstarters

“Another one!” Grinning triumphantly, Harlow stepped away from the beer pong set up to throw her arms in the air, clap her partner on the shoulder. A drink is handed to her and she gladly takes it, drawing a hearty sip from it immediately. She’d lost the fur coat to a room upstairs a couple of hours ago in favor of clocking out of her role for the evening. Before she’d gotten to Rome, she’d been adamant that she was there for work, she was going to sit down in the Palace of Venus and hold council, figure where everyone’s head was at. That’d been before she’d seen what a sorry state the lot of them were all in. It’s a silly thing, a party to raise morale, but it wasn’t like their kind didn’t thrive when it came to these sorts of gatherings and it was a better way to meet Pluto. It was a good way for everyone to mingle, get comfortable with one another, hence why she’d won three rounds of beer pong on the back terrace. “What about you, you want a go?” She looked to the newcomer at the table as she bounced one of the balls on its surface as everyone scrambled to reset it. "I could probably use a break, quit while I'm ahead."

[xxerxesx]

open to: everyone | @senatusstarters​ where?: the streets

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Nothing was wrong, he’d never act like something was wrong plus nothing was wrong. However, a strange swarm of moths was flitting about the city all day. In buildings, gardens, anywhere and everywhere they could go with no destination in particular. It wasn’t like Romulus to go no contact and Xerxes had already exhausted every line of communication he had to the magister. All that was left was to swarm every corner of Rome to drum up any leads without attracting suspicion regarding his movements. Xerxes was sure Romulus wouldn’t like others knowing he was on a search. At a loss once he uncovers nothing, the moths dive into an alley Xerxes emerges from, careful to check that he was inconspicuous enough. Feeling good about blending in with the public, he immediately takes out his phone to start showing his background image to any passerby, tourists included. Good thing he had the foresight to keep a sneaky pic in the first place. “Excuse me, have you seen this man? He’s fine, but I want to see how many people who’ve seen him today for an experiment. Please help me.” There was no possible way he could be seen as suspicious with an explanation like that.

[corvinxs]

@senatusstarters​ - open location: dante’s

At first, the notion of an underground fight club piqued what little interest Amadeus had in the workings of this world. A senseless hobby that resulted in the unyielding, volatile nature of those who simply couldn’t keep anger at bay drew him in as if the sickly sweet air of open flesh and cracked bones didn’t tie themselves in metaphorical chains of shadow to his very being. However, what he’d found was lackluster at best. The reaches of death always slightly out of reach as fighters were dragged, still breathing from the ring.  No longer did such places offer the draw of volatile hierarchy, the death of those before safe-guarding a reputation that constituted a certain regality among the degenerates. Instead, it painted itself an abstract vision that didn’t carve one species for another - and settled on a monetary debt instead of the blood they shed. “Amateurs.” He muttered, his disinterest quickly dwindling and soon shifting to occupy himself with the observation of onlookers. All of those that would likely balk at the idea of their beloved fight ring being little more than child’s play. “Of course this place would turn something like this into a monetary spectacle.” Instead of a bottomless pit truly should have been; of drawn out torture and death. 

[archeolcgist]

who? @senatusstarters​ || open to all people in the past

where? knossos

when? 2000 BC

For a brief, awful moment, she had thought she was dying. The pressure overwhelming, the swift darkness that followed almost familiar on it’s caress. As her consciousness faded, she worried for the other druids, worried for what is to come, her instincts screaming at the danger that has found Rome out of nowhere. Then her consciousness fades, and when she opens her eyes again nothing makes sense. Consciousness returns to her swiftly and she is snapping to her feet before she realizes, eyes wild as she glances around, grasping for the sword she had taken to bring with her only to find nothing but fabric. Eyes snapping down, she freezes at the change of clothes recognizing the style. Slowly, she looks up and swears under her breath at what she finds.

“Knossos,” she hisses as she looks around, the familiar architecture bringing forth of a lifetime long since left behind. Evy had seen the city on her time, seen the ruins and mourned for something she didn’t remember, but now she did. Now she did, and for that she knew something crucial: they were not on 2023 any longer. They could not be, with the city bustling and the citizens moving around with Minoan attire. “We are in the fucking past.”

[matteoelio]

Location: Waffle House Person: The Residents of New Rome ( @senatusstarters​ ) It’s a quieter spring morning and he finds that he likes those best in the forest. It’s not really something he’d experienced back home, the woods. Sure there’d been hikes in college but that’d been nicely groomed trails with tons of people around, it didn’t compare to New Rome. There’s a fine mist to the air outside, he can see the fog through the front window from where he stands at the counter. Hilariously, the place seems to pick up in the very early morning hours and then quiets down when people would normally come in for breakfast. Matteo sort of thought that time itself didn’t entirely work right inside the place, like the magic of the forest extended to the establishment in particular. But there are a few people who meander in for the usual coffee, an actual waffle or two. It’s pretty low maintenance as far as a job goes, it’s easy to ask people what they want. The hard part is the fact that it is a breakfast place that is inhabited by a pack of wolves and he should have known he was in for it when during the interview, he was asked if he could fight. “Don’t use that one.” He says almost ominously, watching someone at the counter reach for one of the syrups.