grandkenyon | JUNE THEME & MINGLE POST

HEATWAVE

It's unforgivably hot this summer, and luck seems to be actively plotting against you. Maybe you've found yourself stuck on sweltering, humid elevator with a stranger. Maybe you've spent the morning dodging AC units falling from high windowsills. Are you a human, unaware of the supernatural and bearing through it? Are you a miserable selkie pissed at the sun? Are you some sort of pyromancer, super stoked that everyone else is crazy uncomfortable while you're loving life?

⇒ This is an OPTIONAL THEME to get threads/plotting kickstarted for the month! You're welcome to respond here in the ~mingle post~ or to make your own posts.

⇒ (Also Optional) PLOT HOOKS:

↬ Trapped on an elevator with a stranger
↬ Stuck in a too-hot college classroom
↬ At a bar but a lot of fights keep breaking out because everyone is heat sick
↬ Waiting in line at the DMV
↬ At the ice cream shop but it's all melted
↬ Crowded in the shade of a bus stop because it's four million degrees outside
↬ Excited because it's started raining, but the rain is warm and the pavement smells terrible

⇒ Did I mention this is totally OPTIONAL? If you want to make your own post with this theme, or a post set in the middle of winter snowstorm apocalypse, go right ahead.

LINKS: JUNE IC MINGLE || JUNE OOC MINGLE || GENERAL MUSEBOX INFO/RULES || EXAMPLE CITY LOCATIONS || JUNE CHARACTER DIRECTORY

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[ it's hot, and the night hasn't really done much to relief the thick humidity in the air. leo is a vampire, and he's never known a vampire to sweat, but he's starting to wish that he could.

he's outside a grocery store, cradling a paper bag full of pure junk food, when he decides that maybe he's not actually willing to put the effort in to walk. he wrestles his phone from his pocket (an honest to god flip-phone), trying to dial a number for a cab service when someone in a hurry jostles him from behind. sorry, the harried girl says, and leo watches in despair as the phone goes sailing out of his hand, right under the wheel of an suv.

the young man stares for a moment, before he looks up and slowly glances around, as if hoping that he wasn't the only one who just witnessed that tragedy. ]

Edited 2017-06-19 19:50 (UTC)

Ah, the many times he'd joked about going for a midnight run of coke. Didn't seem so funny now because it's hot enough outside to melt the can and he'd get his precious drink all over him. He bought it anyway because habits are habits and fuck it, he walked from his apartment to store and he wanted a damn coke.

Now he was regretting it as the sweaty can made his hands feels weird. Waiting outside for his best friend's ride he hears the classic sound of phone meeting pavement. With a soft 'oh' he shakes his head.

"Ouch. Just...ouch."

Leo fixes the stranger with a look that seems to request pity. It's clear that he wants to go retrieve the shattered remains of his phone - for sentimental reasons, maybe - but the traffic is still too bad. He's left instead watching cars continue to roll and crunch over the glass.

"I've had that thing for nine years," he says mournfully instead.

"Geez, I can't even keep a couch that long." He wondered closer, watching the cars as well. He winced at particularly audible crunch, "Well. Guess here's to a phone for another nine years? I mean...unless you can sort a," he wiggles his fingers around, "poof it back to normal? Or you've got a really, really good contract."

There's a pause before he turns, "It's not sprint, is it?"

Well, looks like you'll finally be able to get something not beyond ancient.

[There's a thing that they say about not being rude to complete strangers, but there's also a thing that they say about things that you just can't comment on.

A flip-phone, seriously?]

...if you need help with figuring out what to get, I can probably hook you up, though. [At home she's providing tech support to someone who thinks that a smartphone is well-defended against spyware if you put it in a solid black case, and in her web security and -design and tech support day job she deals with people who are similarly challenged almost daily, she has a few good sources of simple-as-eating-bread-but-up-to-date tech by now. Half of them is she.]

[The heat is unbearable and Hades tires to hide out from it by taking his sweet time at the local Starbucks. Of all cities to visit, he had to pick this one and he wonders, as he finds a table closest to the AC vents, why he decided to pick this day to visit topside. Perhaps he should check the water report next time before he dragged himself away from the Underworld.]

[He does take the time to people watch. The people filtering in and out of the place are always a subject of interest for him.]

[ it's raining, but that's not doing much to actually cut the heat. if anything, the heavy pour of rain is just doubling the humidity in the air, and morgan will gently shove with his shoulder whoever else is standing beneath the awning of the little streetside coffee shop (closed on sundays, which is, alas, today.) he is a werewolf, if your character is able to pick up on that, but his own senses are too clouded with the stench of hot asphalt and rising sewer to bother paying too much attention to his own surroundings. ]

Hey, sorry.

[ the apology comes belatedly, and doesn't seem super sincere. might as well pretend to make nice if he's going to be trapped here with a stranger until the weather lets up, though. ]

( It's like someone stuffed her inside a sauna, except without the relaxation benefits. The smell of sunscreen is no longer just a familiar scent her mind writes off, but something stifling in its presence, turned up by heat and sweat and the sheer amount of reapplying she's had to do on her face. It's disgusting, really. Everything is, and she's biting down on the irritation with the same force she applies to ignoring the hunger that stirs from the sounds of nearby heartbeats and having not touched a drop of blood in days.

Understandably, Eva is doing about as well as Morgan in the "noticing things" portion of this day, and jumps a little as she's shoved, blinks herself back into the present and away from the multitude of things assaulting her senses.

It's all about acting the part. )

It's quite fine.

( She's just... got to ignore the hearts beating in her ears. )

What's your name?

[For some reason, the AC units in this little independent coffee shop seem to receive a lot more power than the ones in the whole wider area. Like someone rerouted the power priorities...

Anyway, this is a nice, pleasantly cool coffee shop, fairly crowded due to the cool temperature inside, but there's a free seat at the long, high table that's up against the window that has only one occupant, who is currently hacking away on something on what looks like a Mac. A frappuchino, half melted, is placed next to her on the table, and a tablet has been placed on the other side.

She'll look up if someone sits down in the free seat and study them briefly, apparently looking for something. At last, she finally offers:]

Do you come here often?

[All that matters is this place sells frappuchinos, which means Sara's already in there, grabbed a mocha and one of those sugar cookies, and peered around the place looking for a seat. Unfortunately, she guesses she could've timed her visit better, because the whole place is packed. Well, except...]

Hey, this seat taken?

[Yeah, she'll be grabbing the spare, thanks. Her hair's still stringy from wherever she's been (the pier, probably) but hey, she toweled off most of it before stepping inside -- and she even remembered shoes this time. Flip flops count, right?]

Nah, more of a smoothie girl. But can't resist the caffeine, you know?

Edited 2017-06-20 18:55 (UTC)

[Flip flops absolutely count, especially in this weather. It's what's sitting on the ground beneath Charley's seat, too.]

Fair enough. [She flashes the other woman a brilliant grin.] They'll prey the caffeine from my cold dead hands, too. I don't know how the poor souls that can't have it even function.

I don't even wanna think about it. [Shudders.] It's like those kids who've never had candy or something.

I had one in my class growing up, the kind that wasn't allowed any at home. He'd steal candy from every other kid in class if he could. [She's never going to raise children if she has any say in it and thus will never have to consider issues of child rearing, but she has a lot of salt in the cupboard for things like that.] I guess that's roughly the same as decaf coffee.

Edited 2017-06-21 09:32 (UTC)

First you steal candy, then you graduate to liquor stores. [Er. Not that she's ever done that. Nope.]

[...Just raising an eyebrow. That DID sound like there's some experience behind those words.]

Did your parents not give you candy as a kid?

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