Random Encounters
Aug. 9th, 2014 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebrownacid[This is a casual rp starter for scenes with Jen Daring, the world's most harmless Malkavian Antitribu. It serves as a warmup spot for character ideas for the After Gehenna game.]
San Francisco was a fishing village now. Bay water lapped the bases of the surviving skyscrapers, so clear now you could see down to the shattered street. Some brave divers went for artifacts down there: jewelry, surviving tools, random items to decorate their chambers with and claim bragging rights just for surviving. An old hubcap could cost you your life now that the Farrallones and the Bay were wed in one stretch of water over the drowned city. Sharks--the main risk in the area and also the main livelihood. They might get a fisherman now and again, but most nights in the high village with its precarious catwalks, it was they who became dinner.
When the sun went down the fishing crews lowered ropes down the side of the buildings and hauled up the boats along with their catch. The hard, ugly end-of-the-day work was necessary, for one breed of shark hunted at night and could take out even the few old yachts they had left.
The grunts and creaks of the ropes and thunk and scrape of the rising boats were the first thing Jen heard when she woke that night. She opened the closet she was curled up in and spilled out, yawning hugely. The outer wall of the hotel room she was squatting in had shattered outward, and a huge, battle-scarred gray cat crouched among the bricks, messily dining on a pigeon the size of a football. He looked up at her with his one good eye and meowed conversationally.
Within half an hour they had both eaten, and Jen was sitting quietly on the edge of the cracked rooftop plaza of the hotel. Other villagers, human and otherwise, milled on the rooftop by torchlight, enjoying a barbecue out in the cool night air. The cat sat next to her, keeping watch. Jen was a little unfocused, distracted by the blobs of golden and royal blue light dancing through the air. She knew something was going to happen soon and she should be here for it, but not what.
San Francisco was a fishing village now. Bay water lapped the bases of the surviving skyscrapers, so clear now you could see down to the shattered street. Some brave divers went for artifacts down there: jewelry, surviving tools, random items to decorate their chambers with and claim bragging rights just for surviving. An old hubcap could cost you your life now that the Farrallones and the Bay were wed in one stretch of water over the drowned city. Sharks--the main risk in the area and also the main livelihood. They might get a fisherman now and again, but most nights in the high village with its precarious catwalks, it was they who became dinner.
When the sun went down the fishing crews lowered ropes down the side of the buildings and hauled up the boats along with their catch. The hard, ugly end-of-the-day work was necessary, for one breed of shark hunted at night and could take out even the few old yachts they had left.
The grunts and creaks of the ropes and thunk and scrape of the rising boats were the first thing Jen heard when she woke that night. She opened the closet she was curled up in and spilled out, yawning hugely. The outer wall of the hotel room she was squatting in had shattered outward, and a huge, battle-scarred gray cat crouched among the bricks, messily dining on a pigeon the size of a football. He looked up at her with his one good eye and meowed conversationally.
Within half an hour they had both eaten, and Jen was sitting quietly on the edge of the cracked rooftop plaza of the hotel. Other villagers, human and otherwise, milled on the rooftop by torchlight, enjoying a barbecue out in the cool night air. The cat sat next to her, keeping watch. Jen was a little unfocused, distracted by the blobs of golden and royal blue light dancing through the air. She knew something was going to happen soon and she should be here for it, but not what.
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Date: 2014-08-26 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-26 03:37 am (UTC)"If you do make them sleep, please not us too."
Does Jen have that much control while high, he wonders.
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Date: 2014-08-26 03:56 am (UTC)"Oops!" Jen giggles. "We're here!"
"This crate actually seaworthy?" Catherine kicks the bottom a few times as she slips them free of the guylines.
"It's good enough," Danica rasps, her eyes starting to glow a deep, watery blue. "You guys sit down in the bottom, we're going to move fast."
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Date: 2014-08-26 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-08-27 05:20 am (UTC)Grey speaks up. "No, Jen."
She pouts. "But all it would take is--"
"Down girl."
"Aaaawww!" Jen flumphs down in the bottom of the boat and pouts.
Danica waits until everyone is settled before raising her hands, casting a brief eldritch glow around her hands as well. The boat steadies suddenly, and a sound of rushing water builds all around it. Then it starts forward, as if by itself, cutting slowly through the water and then picking up speed.
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Date: 2014-08-27 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-28 01:34 am (UTC)As for being stressed by the boat's speed, well. They've been through worse. A few minutes of jangled nerves won't kill him.
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Date: 2014-08-29 05:46 am (UTC)Eight doesn't have visible eyes, but she turns her face toward the pair, and tilts her head slowly. Reaching down, she pokes Jen gently to get her attention, then points at Donald.
Jen blinkblinks, and scoots over to peek at Donald. "Hey...? Are you okay?"
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Date: 2014-08-29 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-08-30 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-30 11:50 pm (UTC)Sighs.
"I don't think you said," he says to Danica, mildly. "How far away is this place?"
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Date: 2014-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)"Off me, please." he says to Jen, composed and polite.
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Date: 2014-09-05 06:06 am (UTC)Jen pouts hugely but moves off Donald's lap, and instead shoves the cat aside and starts rummaging in the bottom of the backpack. "Okay, I think I have some bungee cord to tie you in with...."
Grey sighs. "Calm down, dear, you're doing it again."
Jen blinks and tilts her head as they rush along into the open sea. "...doing what?"
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Date: 2014-09-05 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-07 11:14 pm (UTC)"It sounds like it won't be a long trip, anyway."
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Date: 2014-09-10 03:57 pm (UTC)Danica stares out over the water as she steers them in a long arc, dodging riptides. Maggie is leaning over the side, occasionally making a squeaking and rattling noise. This doesn't seem relevant to anything at all until answering squeaks and chirps sound from the water around them.
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