#tmw.event

[wildhcartcd]

open starter — downtown windham-- super moon event.

Charlie felt-- off. 

It was the only description she could think to muster the moment she rolled over in bed at the sound of her alarm and contemplated remaining in bed for the length of her day off due to the pit of dread that had pooled in her stomach for a reason she couldn’t even identify. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin the moment she slipped out of bed and slipped on her glasses-- something she had gotten out of the habit of doing the moment she got contacts when she was twenty. Her glasses made her feel dorky and childish and it was everything she could do to avoid wearing them when she had to be out in the world-- but there was something comfortingly nostalgic about putting them on and it was oddly soothing the moment she adjusted to them.

“Get your crap together, Flanagan,” Charlie found herself muttering under her breath-- paying little attention to the lack of swearing she might normally lean into on any other day. She exhaled softly as she dressed-- skinny jeans, beat up Converse she’d had since she was fifteen, a dress shirt tucked neatly beneath a dark sweater. Her style had leaned much more into ‘grunge’ as she’d gotten older but she had a tendency to buy things on a whim that were far more buttoned up and reminiscent of what she’d worn when she was growing up. With anxiety roiling in her belly the she-wolf collected her backpack and keys-- armed with her sketchbook and various mediums tucked in the pockets of her bag and made her way to the café down the street from her apartment.

Art of all kinds had always had power over her-- it was one of the few times she felt sure and comfortable in herself, when she was creating, and with a mug of tea and a slice of banana bread in front of her Charlie doodled idly-- only pausing to glance upwards through the lenses of her glasses when a shadow passed over her. “Um, h-hi? Can I uh, can I help you with something? I didn’t st-steal your seat or something like that, did I? I can move. Seriously. It’s not a problem.”

[howxforeverxfeels]

Jaime had taken every precaution she could on the night of the super moon, the enhanced energy sending her anxiety through the roof as she’d spent the day trying to be as normal - as human - as possible. No magic, though that was hardly a rarity for her, and avoiding any place where she knew people usually practiced or the werewolves were known to congregate. An early morning shift had ensured she was home, safely, by a reasonable time and stood her ground about staying home even as Janessa implored her to come out - to do something on this special night. Jaime refused, though, not wanting to place herself in a position to be around any magic that could possibly go hay-wire. Home was the safest place she could be.

She was pleasantly surprised when she woke up the next morning to find herself feeling well-rested, and for the first time in a long while, with minimal anxiety about facing the day. She had the day off, and spent most of it enjoying the day - a nature walk through the nearby forest, lunch at one of the restaurants in town, stopping to chit chat with anyone that wanted to before heading home to make a rather extravagant meal for her sister.

After dinner, Jaime surprised her twin by agreeing to a night on the town. It sounded enjoyable, for once, and the surprises kept on coming as Jaime raided the other witches closet and found a little black dress that accentuated her every feature. Paired with thigh-high black leather boots and a newly feathered hair-do, the Kehoe Sisters were ready - and eager - to hit the town.

As she made her way into the club, Jaime’s eyes scanned over the individuals present. With barely a nod to her sister, she separated willingly and moved to the dance floor. Her heart thrummed to the beat of the song and Jaime found herself, for the first time in a very long time, losing herself in the music. She felt completely care-free and had hardly noticed when her dancing got a tad enthusiastic as she’d bumped into another body. “Oops! My bad.” She giggled, batting her eyelashes at the person. “Care to dance, gorgeous?”

[wildhcartcd]

open starter — downtown windham ( evening )-- supermoon event.

Felix felt-- great. 

He’d been woken in the middle of the night of the supermoon by a surge of magic-- as though a nuclear shock wave had raced across town and swallowed everything in its path. A massive spell gone awry or one that was, perhaps, too successful or too powerful for the witches and warlocks that had been casting it. He’d paid it a bit of attention and written a note in his journal about the event before he’d rolled over in bed and fallen asleep once more. His birthday had passed in relative comfort-- he’d spent a majority of the day with Mickey-- met Astrid briefly to collect his birthday presents with a smile he couldn’t shake and an overwhelming feeling of love for her that had consumed him in ways it always seemed to be able to. In the short time they spent together for his birthday he had felt ‘I love you’s’ tingling against the backs of his teeth more times than he could count-- as though every hesitation he’d had since reuniting with Astrid had been wiped clean and all he was left with was his feelings and a deep desire to make them known.

It was a feeling that seemed loathe to leave him even the following day and in a turn of events that had seemed to startle his best friend-- Felix had been the one to suggest they go out for a few drinks to belatedly celebrate his thirtieth birthday in a proper fashion. It struck Felix as an odd desire for approximately ten seconds as he was getting dressed for the evening and faded just as quickly; confidence was something he had never had in droves and to feel distinctly comfortable in his own skin for once in his life wasn’t something he wanted to take for granted if he could help it in any concrete way. And now he was two beers into his night-- buying drinks for every cute person who interacted with him for more than five minutes, laughing and flirting and feeling better in that moment than he had in-- well, he couldn’t quite recall ever having felt so confident. 

His eyes caught a familiar figure approaching the bar and he found himself gesturing them over with an excited series of waves, “Hallo, my friend! Can I buy you a drink? We’re celebrating tonight and I would be honored to share your company. What d’you say?”

[quaint-space]

It was a regular evening for Nora. She went to the coffee shop, the barista knew her order, so she didn’t even have to say what she wanted. She paid, tipped and chatted with the gal who made her drink. Once her tea was ready, she sat outside on the front patio. The sun was setting in beautiful pinks and oranges, the air was crisp. It was sensation that she would never get tired of. Nora sat there and enjoyed the view until about thirty minutes before the shop closed. Not wanting to be that patron who stays past their welcome and makes closing a pain. 

She sighed and rolled her shoulders. It had been a good, relaxing evening. It doesn’t get better than this. Nora took her dishes back inside and thanked everyone who worked. All of the baristas had always been kind to Nora, she made sure she repaid their sentiments. 

Nora gathered her things and set out back to her home. Nora wasn’t afraid of the dark or the things that possibly lurked. Call her naive, but she was just a lady trying to get home. She wasn’t going to let the war that was going on intervene with what she wanted to do. While on her way, she heard a howl that hit her from all directions. She couldn’t tell if it was right next to her, behind her, or in front of her. It sounded dangerous. This was something she didn’t want to be involved with. So, she kept walking. 

It wasn’t until it had been announced that a murder has happened within the city, that Nora realized she had made a grave mistake. She came forward about what had occurred, the howl she heard. Nora tried to not let the weight of her actions (or lack there of) weigh heavy on her heart. She wants to help solve what went down, since she feels partially responsible.