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[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.

Date: 2014-08-26 03:37 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 23)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
Donald has, Roland. Please stop nagging with your stupid eyes and stupid face.

"If you do make them sleep, please not us too."

Does Jen have that much control while high, he wonders.

Date: 2014-08-26 04:20 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old drama shock with hat 1)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
Roland, of course, obeys. He does crane his neck to try and get a better look over the edge, though, looking quietly fascinated. The glow to the leader's eyes does get some attention too, but not nearly so much as the water around them. "Keep your mind closed and you should do well enough," he mutters to Donald, not quite looking away from the water. "One of them should remember us well enough to carry us back if her touch misfires."

Date: 2014-08-26 04:43 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 45)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"My mind is always closed. It's stuck that way." Too deep of a habit to break after his life depended on it so many years. He's hunched down far as he can be, posture hinting he's not fond of boats and water. Everyone has their weaknesses.

Date: 2014-08-27 07:15 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old  general sidelong windswept squint)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
Probably a good thing, Roland realizes, that the girl has companions like these. Power like that, coupled with the kind of mind she seems to have, can be dangerous even when used with good intentions. While she pouts about not being able to tear open his friend's mind Roland looks around some more, peering at the water again and then at Donald to see how he's coping with the increase in speed.

Date: 2014-08-28 01:34 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (Default)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
He raises a brow at Roland, eyes flicking towards Jen, which says it all. Roland's paying attention, he knows.

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.

Date: 2014-08-29 11:47 am (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general blue profile shadowed)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
Roland just settles back, listening. Donald can answer his own questions, he doesn't need Roland to explain for him.

Date: 2014-08-30 01:47 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 33)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"Yes. We can't all be sailors." He's not seasick, just on edge. It happens.

Date: 2014-08-30 11:50 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old bitchface wtf)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
Roland eyes Donald.

Sighs.

"I don't think you said," he says to Danica, mildly. "How far away is this place?"

Date: 2014-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 42)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
He eyes Roland back, saying this is not my fault, not remotely with his eyes. Don't give him that face.

"Off me, please." he says to Jen, composed and polite.

Date: 2014-09-05 12:38 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general window background)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
"Won't do much good anyway," he says, trying - probably in vain - to talk Jen away from her 'helping' with logic. "If I'm understanding the situation properly, we may have to leave this boat quickly once we get there. Unless," he adds, raising his eyebrows at Donald dryly, "you'd like to have yourself tied in."

Date: 2014-09-07 11:14 pm (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 22)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"Calm down--both of you." Funny, but not the time, Roland. "No one needs to tie me down, sit on me, or drop a heavy weight on my lap." Just... in case.

"It sounds like it won't be a long trip, anyway."

Date: 2014-09-10 04:46 pm (UTC)
ka_sera_sera: (old general half turn talking)
From: [personal profile] ka_sera_sera
That turns Roland's attention almost completely from teasing Donald. He's not going to lean right over the edge but he's clearly getting as close to doing so as he can, glancing once back at Donald and then between Maggie and the water, curious.

Date: 2014-09-19 04:10 am (UTC)
tookhishand: (♥ 48)
From: [personal profile] tookhishand
"Dolphins?" He can hear well into the ultrasonic range. Ah, the benefits of secretly being a canine sometimes.

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