“To those who have lower income sure. To those who have no issue with spending, I truly believe they don’t give a shit.” deadpanned Frankie. She then sighed as if that was that and shrugged, “And that’s a capitalist society for you.” The Whisper nodded in understanding and agreed with her terms. It’s the cycle of how the seasons rolled, she doubt that it would ever change. “Hm, when you put it that way it does become a nuisance since the festive season is getting smacked in our faces. Or in this case through our hearing. However, I doubt Kingsholm wouldn’t be as hectic when it comes to the shopping. It’s not like in the U.S. where their Black Friday sales become the Hunger Games.”
At the mention of the foreign cultures habits, Octavia’s eyes widened, and it was like the bitterness within was validated; the poor woman had no idea what Tavi in a ranting mood entailed and she had no idea the kind of fuel she was adding to the fire for the human who could complain about breathing if given the chance in the right mood. “It seems fucking insane, if you ask me. They did a special on it on the news and the video clips they showed were harrowing. Now, like I’ve said, I enjoy the holidays-- well, I enjoy ours-- but that? That is not in the holiday spirit and there needs to be some sort of control on that. Thankfully we’ll never be like that here in Norway, or at least something would be done about it if it seemed dangerously possible.”
Anyone who had some fun teasing his older brother and looked good doing it was a good friend for Noah. He enjoyed Tavi’s rare company almost as much as he enjoyed a morning out to get ice-cream with his niece or successfully acquiring a one night stand on the weekend. She was an interesting woman with a penchant for academics and a love for music so, though Noah didn’t know too much about her yet, he was eager to.
Still, He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Tavi’s missed sink and indignant tone. “That’s because you should have gone for the red one first, Tav. Plus you’re not hitting it straight in the middle, you’re almost grazing it.”
At Noah’s witty retort, the dissatisfied expression remained, if growing in intensity as she looked over at him; mouth was poised to toss something back, but this was the kind of fire she reserved for the taunting of Stefan, and so she felt her energy cool. Hot and cold as ever, a testament to her capricious nature. Reigning in the contours of her face, Tavi leaned into her pool cue, eyes trained to his frame as he swaggered closer. “If you’re such a genius, then you try now. And if you can’t sink it, then you owe me a drink. I think putting your money where your mouth is a fantastic business move.”
Hearing the two options, Vera thinned her lips into a flat smile and spread her hands out, because she had nothing to add but agree. She liked the festive season, she loved the community tree and the lights and the way snow glittered outside when you were warm on the inside. But the people… the crowds and the people she could do without. “Hmm, nothing exciting.” Vera looked then at Ida who still was all-consumed by the iPad. “I thought maybe I would pull the decorations out, not that I intend to start putting them up, but with work being so crazy at the moment, I need to plan ahead.” Looking back at Tavi then, she tilted her head with a small smile. She knew Tavi would get it. The festive season, it was a bad time for everyone, and Silver accidents were no exception. “What about you?”
Octavia spared a quick look to the child in the trolley before gaze flickered back to Vera, something like exasperation on her expression at the mere idea of the hellish months that were to follow; not only did they have to deal with the general bothersome themes of the holiday season, but on top of it all, emotions tended to run high during this period, which spelled disaster in terms of Silver ability control. Tavi had experienced a many long days at the institution, examining Silvers to see if they were a threat as quickly as she could so they could all go home. “Eh, putting up decorations sounds exhausting. I’m about to head home and crack open this --” She gestured with a lift of her shopping basket that had a bottle of wine in it. And cake, because she was a balanced adult. “And probably just try and find something interesting to watch. Why don’t you come over instead? Sounds far more cathartic than wrestling tinsel with the little one.”
「 ⋅ TASK 001 ⋅ 」she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution. careful, meleager; this is your sport but she’s not playing a game. do not think you are safe because you love her. do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too.
STATS.
Name: Octavia Mari Gundersen.
Nickname: Tavi, Tavia.
Age: Twenty-nine.
Birthday: November 17th, 1989.
Zodiac: Scorpio.
Gender: Cisgender Female.
Language(s): Norwegian and English. She learnt French briefly in high school but barely retains knowledge.
Orientation: Bisexual.
Species: Human.
Nationality: Norwegian.
Religion: Agnostic, although she truly doesn’t care enough to debate others or practice.
Health Disabilities: None.
Distinguishing Marks: None.
Drugs: Exclusively only participated at music festivals.
Alcohol: Regularly and socially.
Smoke: A social smoker, only seems to do so when with friends that offer.
Traits: passionate, loyal, resourceful, intelligent, social, jealous, temperamental, sarcastic, prone to violence, secretive.
PHYSICAL.
Height: 5′3″.
Build: Diminutive to an extent; can be consider slim and/or lean, with noticeable muscle definition in her legs and arms.
Eye colour: A mixture of greens and browns.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Posture: Elegant and the illusion of tall from how straight she stands, even though she’s shorter than average.
Dominant hand: Right.
LIKES.
Colours: Black, greys, deep purples and greens.
Music: Favours electronic music by European DJs and tolerates ( often enjoys ) the regular pop songs on the radio; she’s also known to like ‘indie’ when exposed to the right songs in the fitting context.
Books: Doesn’t read much outside of medical journals, essays, and books.
Quotes: I like my coffee how I like myself -- strong, sweet, and too hot for you.
Season: Autumn.
Locations: Bars, parks, her apartment.
Flora: Black roses.
Fauna: Horses.
MENTALITY.
Education: Masters in Medical Science, grown from her other diplomas in college and high school.
Occupation: Medical Examiner at the LSR.
Talents & Skills: Extensive human biology knowledge, make up artistry, wine connoisseur, professional bitch.
Hogwart’s House: Ravenclaw.
MBTI: ENTJ, the Commander | Commanders are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, Commanders are also characterised by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves. Perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm the more timid and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world -- but we have Commanders to thank for many of the businesses and institutions we take for granted every day.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral | A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs her. Order and organisation are paramount to her. She may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or she may believe in order for all and favour a strong, organised government.
Four Temperaments: Choleric | Someone with pure choleric temperament is usually a goal-oriented person. People with choleric personality type are very savvy, analytical, and logical.
FAMILY.
Mother: Britt Gundersen, née Hellstrøm.
Relationship: Distant at best; there’s a hint of strain over her mother’s loyalties and lack of conviction, as Tavi doesn’t have time for such a weak-willed nature. However, she does love her mother, regardless if they don’t speak often or show it much.
Father: Tobias Gundersen.
Relationship: They were once two peas in a pod, but her fathers lack of belief in Octavia as she opened up about the abuse she suffered from her then-boyfriend is what broke them. There’s nothing in the world that could mend the relationship, in Tavi’s eyes.
Siblings: None.
Children: None.
Pets: A ginger cat called Cinnamon.
Relevant Relationships: An ex boyfriend named Jakob, who still lives in Oslo.
Hometown: Oslo, Norway.
“Dammit,” Noah hissed, shaking his head and straightened up after the failed attempt at pocketing the ball. “You know what I hate about this game?” He asked rhetorically, walking a few steps as he spoke to the person on the other side of the Pool table. “Nothing. It requires steady precision, an eye for detail and flawless strategy. Which is why I’m pissed as hell because I’m quite obviously off.” He sighed. “So, then tell me. Do you also like to wallow in your troubles with a loud club and a good drink? Or are you one of the lucky ones just here for fun?” He smiled at them.
Octavia was already strutting around the table and lining up for her next shot as soon as Noah started his ramble; she paid idle interest, leaning over as her cue set down on the carpeted top. But the brunette paused, looking up with an expression that she fought to keep blank. It was hard for her not to instantly tease or find joy in a Kohler’s displeasure, but that only applied in a lesser extent to Noah. Stefan was the main target of the antagonising. “My troubles? I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about.” She smirked, a subtle arrogance as she refocused on the game ahead; with her shot, her teeth bit into her lower lip as the ball narrowly escaped making the pocket, causing Tavi to straighten in her stature and exclaim, “You know what? You’re right. This game fucking sucks.”
Placing a divider in front of the items that she was purchasing, Francesca listened to the woman’s response and nodded in understanding. “I see where you’re coming from.” she mused. “But I think this is the capitalist world providing us with a gentle reminder that it’s time for us to take out wallets and start breaking the bank with the Christmas shopping.” This wasn’t an issue for her, but it’s not like she wanted to purchase gifts for her family. She’s forced to in order to keep up a face with them. “I’m assuming you’re not in the spirit yet? Is it the shopping? Or the cold that Norway brings?”
“And isn’t that bullshit to begin with.” Octavia retorted, interjecting the comment about ‘reminders’ and ‘breaking the bank.’ Another avenue in the verbal essay of her bitter musings could explore how unethical it is to continually purchase thoughtless gifts in the first place, but she wasn’t an Ethics or Psychology type person; biology was more her thing, so she didn’t bother digressing. “It’s the shopping, in a way --- the oversaturation. I like the idea of Christmas, I think the way we celebrate it is cute, but I don’t need it in my face all day every day. It comes around every year, I’m not going to forget about it, you know?”
He let out a chuckle, for once agreeing with something. New Year’s Eve was at least one time a year he felt properly excited, knowing another woeful year was behind him and being left to wonder what was ahead of him. At least the snow would start to melt and he would easily be on his merry way. “Will it, though? I think Santa has a little too much power for his own good, running Coca-Cola and all that. He must have money in plenty. But New Year’s Eve is far cheaper and won’t leave on the outskirts in case I decide I don’t wanna celebrate it. So 1-1?”
Adjusting the shopping cart her arms were looped in, Octavia moved it to a side, allowing her body language to open up to the man as the conversation progressed. She was more angled towards him, eye contact fixed as he spoke --- and without meaning to, a smile quirked up her lips for a moment at his remark. “It’s like Santa was the capitalist king all this time; he fools the masses with his false generosity just so we feel further compelled to fuel his funds. We’re onto it now,” Tavi tapped the side of her nose as if they’d just cracked the code to everything, humour flickering her hues and overtaking the dull annoyance that had been there moments prior. “All I can take from this is that New Years is clearly the superior celebration... it’s been made so clear to me now.”
Vera paused in her shopping, not normally one to make small-talk by choice, but it seemed that Tavi was in the mood. Anyway, Ida was busy watching something on the iPad in her cart, so for once, Vera had the freedom to almost do what she pleased right now. “They might not like it but I think it’s proven clearly that the human race is by far the most stupid and impressional of them all.” She responded, leaning against her shopping cart. “I think I’m very stubborn but even I see the ogpolkagriser on sale and think that I need to buy it. And if you don’t, the rest of the community makes you feel guilty for not participating.”
The line for the only open register was ridiculous, in thanks to it being the only one available and the mania that possesses people during the holiday season. Kingsholm seemed like such a lowly populated town and yet it was like the entirety of Norway was always there when all Tavi wanted was a quick trip to get wine and chocolate cake. So, she stood, happy that at least someone familiar was nearby to kill time with. “You’re right, they don’t like it --- I don’t like it. In fact, I hate how right you are. Honestly, it’s like you head out in your usual routine, but then you see a ceramic Nisse that’s so cute and it’s ruined the entire vibe of the outing. Do I buy it because it’s adorable to look at and everyone hates the negative types around Christmas? Or do I not buy it because I like to complain about capitalism?” A wave of her hand punctuated the dramatic tangent, before Tavi looked at the wine in her basket with a wistful sigh before she turned back to Vera, energetic once more as she spoke. “I need to start on that as soon as possible. What are you up to tonight?”
Aksel let out a low, quiet whistle as he eyed the burgeoning Christmas displays around them. He liked the holiday in general, but the reminders that he had a truly insane amount of money he had to spend for it was a little nauseating. “I’ve never read The Communist Manifesto, but I think I suddenly get what those guys were talking about,” he said and quirked a brow as he glanced over at her, his gaze catching on the gingerbread she pointed out. “Heeey — not too bad, not too bad. Almost makes up for Hanne Krogh’s premature wailing.” He made a mental note to grab a couple to make amends with his mom in the case that he royally messed up with the shopping list. “And what is the point of an act of charity if you can’t get a cookie out of it, huh?”
At his remark, Tavi pointed her index finger, in an errant gesture speaking a kind of agreement. That, and she had a habit of over-using her hands when speaking a lot of the time; some kind of habit she must have surely picked up from watching other European media outside of Norwegian. “Exactly,” The brunette echoed rather quietly, lips pursing after her one-word retort and the duo stepped further up in the line. What was the hold up? Christ. This cranky bitch had places to be. “Don’t even get me started on her --- that Eurovision sell out... it’s like my bad mood can’t get any worse and then it does. I’m going to stop myself before your ears bleed or something from the negativity, and I think I should jump on that stress eating train rather early,” At that, she reached across to pick up one of the gingerbread men and shamelessly tear it open, speaking with almost sarcastic satisfaction as she did so. “Instant gratification for giving to charity. It’s like you said. Huh, that’d be an interesting Psychology thesis, dissecting our tiny monkey brains about the ethics of it all... but anyway--- you want one?”
There was a burning sensation of guilt flowing through his left pocket, his hands clutching the one object he had chosen to get in line for in an attempt to lower suspicion from his shoplifting. He had a job, for once, but the money had yet to land in his hands and he was barely scraping by this month as it was. Rasmus hadn’t expected the person behind him to speak up, snapping him back to reality and the low tunes of a promised magical winter wonderland snuck into his ears – his worst enemy. “There’s nothing quite like burning yourself out on everything Christmas before December even starts, huh.” Not that he’d be any wiser for it, as his main plan for winter was to keep his head below a roof and had never truly connected with the holiday on its own. But he had to try and sound convincing.
Gaze slowly dropped from staring somewhat upwards at the guilty speakers in question down to the shopping basket clutched in her arms, Octavia shaking her head in minor judgement. The response that came beside her prompted part of a look, a sigh airing after he spoke and Tavi glanced back to see the progress of the line. “At this point, I don’t even feel like buying anything related to Christmas out of pure stubbornness. I’ll dream of New Years Eve and glittery headbands instead --- that’ll show them, right?”
“Great, thank you.” With a bright smile, the redhead seated herself and turned her attention to the movie on the screen. She’d just taken a sip from her pumpkin spice latte when the other asked her a question. “Ah. Well, it’s supposed to be Halloween themed. So I think they’ve added some unusual spices? To remind us of Halloween? Or possibly fall?” Taking another sip from her cup, she tried to identify what exactly was making it taste differently. “It tastes like…gingerbread? Something like that? It certainly tastes like it. Quite odd. Don’t think I’ve ever had this combination before. It’s certainly unusual.”
Whilst the redhead responded, Octavia’s brows knitted into something akin to confusion as the information filtered through her brain. Lips pursed in discontent, she rolled the cup in her hands, fixing her attention on it before letting a hum of thought vibrate in her throat. Then, her frame moved with the usual energy of conversation, flippant and judgemental in her statements. “America does seem to set the gold standard for the rest of the world, and I know they’re trying to get behind Halloween here, so this must be another American thing. I’m not quite sure I like it --- although I say this now, and you can bet I’ll be a big fan by by next Halloween. My words and opinions tend to bite me in the ass like that.”
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