JUNE THEME & MINGLE POST

[fiveclawed]

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

Comments

[understate]

( 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?