A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
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Post by bucky on Jul 18, 2020 2:42:37 GMT
@nom_de_plume
Dallon is fucked up.
There's no two ways around it, really. He'd gone to a new place tonight and can't even remember the name—just the flashing neon lights, the press of sweat-slick bodies, the thrum of bass in his chest, the taste of blue raspberry liqueur. He thinks it was the grand opening or something because the place had been packed for a Tuesday. And he'd had a ball. But somewhere between now and the club he'd lost both his phone and his bearings. He has no idea where he is and no way of figuring it out. Which, to be honest, it really killing his high.
He's hit with a sudden wave of dizziness and stumbles before catching himself on a bench. Hm. Sitting down sounds awesome right about now.
He collapses onto the bench and ducks his head between his knees, fighting the sudden rise of bile in his throat. Fuuuuuuck.
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 21, 2020 8:50:49 GMT
The window above Beatrice's reading nook fogged up where her tea was slowly cooling in the night air, forgotten as she stared blankly out the window. Living above her flower shop had its pluses and minuses, of course, but she had trouble getting upset at the old place when she settled into the plush old window seat overlooking the road with a book, a blanket, and a cup of hot tea.
She was daydreaming, or considering the moon's position in the sky, night dreaming, her eyes glazed over as her mind wandered. It wasn't until a sudden movement on the street drew her attention that she realized there was someone in trouble. She was still shaken up by the break in the other day and still refusing to accept what she'd learned about herself, but she couldn't ignore the urge to help the guy out.
He looked really messed up, and considering the time of night she wasn't surprised. Most bars were closing and kicking out their patrons no matter how drunk. With a sigh, she prodded Jiji off her lap, ignoring the tom cat's trill of disapproval, and pulled her childhood quilt around her shoulders. Slipping on her bunny slippers, she carefully climbed down the stairs leading out to the street and cracked open the door. Seeing the guy was still there, she approached.
"Hey," she called, stopping quite a few paces back in case he was dangerous. "You okay? Want me to call you a cab or something? A friend?" She watched the guy's complexion go from pallid to green and winced, bracing herself for the puke. "On second thought, why don't you come up? I can get you a tea with ginger to settle your stomach and sober you up before you go home. Sound good?"
Yeah...not one of her brighter ideas, and she could imagine what Emeline would say when she told her what she'd done, but she couldn't just leave the guy out on the street green in the gills. She pulled her blanket more tightly around her and motioned towards the shop. "C'mon. I don't like being out here at this time of night. If you're gonna come, let's go. Do you need help standing up?"
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Post by bucky on Jul 22, 2020 2:06:49 GMT
A voice comes out of nowhere and Dallon almost jumps out of his own skin. He squints up at Beatrice, blinking to try to steady his vision. She looked so out of place that for a non-insignificant amount of time, Dallon wondered if he was hallucinating. It would not be the first time. But she is too solid, too kind, too unlike anything Dallon would dream up to be a hallucination.
Still, it was all wildly disorienting.
She could, for all he knew, be New York City's most prolific serial killer, but Dallon's stomach turns again and he doesn't particularly have any better options at the moment. Maybe this is a gift from the big guy upstairs for making it through another night. And ginger tea does sound nice.
Fuck it–he's gone home with much stranger people than this.
"All right," Dallon mumbles, getting to his feet. He sways and steadies himself before shuffling over. "Thanks. Lost my phone," he says, patting his pockets to demonstrate.
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 22, 2020 4:08:38 GMT
She watched him squint up at her and she decided he was probably more drunk than she had previously thought. Still, there was no telling what troubles or dangers he could get into if he was left alone in this state so she helped him stand up when he began to sway on his feet. "Ah," she began, unsure what to say about his lost phone. "Do you have Find My iPhone? Or I could call the place you were at for you and see if they found it, if you want?"
She helped him across the street to her door and then carefully up the steep flight of stairs leading up to her house. "Here, just sit down wherever you like," she said when they got to the top, waving him towards a small but cozy living room full of fluffy pillows, chairs, and a couch. "I'll get your tea started right quick," she called as she headed to the kitchen, filling the electric kettle and pressing the button to get it started heating up.
"Are you on any drugs I should be worried about?" she asked, her tone serious and practical. "I don't want to give you anything for your hangover and accidentally kill you," she added in explanation, pouring the now steaming water over a lemon-ginger teabag and bringing it over to him. She sat down in her reading nook again, knees pulled to her chest with her blanket still wrapped around her, and watched him with curious eyes.
"Do you normally party this hard?" It was a mostly rhetorical question, though there was some curiosity behind it. As someone who didn't drink, she was always surprised to see how disoriented someone could become when drunk.
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Post by bucky on Jul 23, 2020 2:07:59 GMT
The electricity that runs through his veins is more powerful when he's like this. No, that's not quite it—it's not more powerful; it's just closer to the surface. A gust of petrichor-sweetened wind rushes by, filling Dallon's lungs, before he follows Beatrice inside.
It is suddenly very quiet; the air very still. He grips hard to the handrail as he climbs the unfamiliar stairs, footsteps dragging and heavy. The apartment is better, but still stifling; the walls and roof looming close.
"Thanks," he mumbles a fraction too late before sitting carefully in the nearest chair. He closes his eyes, which only makes the spinning worse and groans quietly.
Time stutters and he is being handed a steaming mug of tea. "You a cop or something? EMT?" Dallon asks, pivoting away from the questions with a nervous chuckle. He takes a sip of tea. It's good. Hot. Gives him something to focus on that isn't the way his head spins.
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 23, 2020 9:37:33 GMT
"As if," laughed Bea, shaking her head. "Nope. You might've missed it, but that's actually my flower shop beneath my apartment. I just know how to sober people up quickly through my friends." Well, friend, she amended mentally, Eme's face appearing in her mind's eye. She eyed him with a critical glance, only interrupted when Jiji made a surprise appearance by jumping up onto Dallon's lap with a trill.
"Jiji, down!" scolded Bea, shooing him off of the stranger's lap with an apologetic look. "Sorry, sorry. He loves people, and you had an open lap." She laughed a bit to dispel the tension, then sat down across from him at the table. "I'm Beatrice, by the way. You can call me Bea, if you want. How much from last night do you remember?" She recalled how on T.V. they ask questions to make sure the patient is oriented in the world and added, "And can you tell me what city and state you're in right now?"
Jiji jumped onto her lap when he realized the other one was unavailable to him and settled in, purring. Bea knew, knew, that she shouldn't have a strange man in her house at night while she was in her pjs, but there was something about him that felt like it needed help. Unknown to her and him both was that her tea - and most other drinks she makes - was subtly imbued with a touch of her healing magic, drawn forth by the ingredients she used. "Oh, here's my phone, by the way. Call whoever you need."
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Post by bucky on Jul 31, 2020 5:54:12 GMT
Dallon relaxes a bit and takes another sip of tea. He squints over at Beatrice, blinking as the lights around her twist and twinkle. There is a sudden swell of emotion in his chest and the magic that crackles through his veins comes to the surface, making his skin buzz with electricity. With everything he has, he fights the urge to burn some of the energy off. That certainly wouldn't end well.
He is surprised when the cat jumps onto his lap and a small spark of electricity that can be passed off as static hums through the air when he shifts. He laughs nervously as the smell of petrichor fills the air. "'Sokay," he mumbles. "'M Dallon. Thanks for...this," he says, lifting the mug of tea slightly and pointing vaguely to the room with his chin.
"Lights, music, dancing," he says with a shrug. There had been a champagne fountain, he thinks, but it hurts to try to remember. His head swoops as he fights a sudden bout of dizziness. "Uh. New York City?" he adds with a frown, not understanding why she'd ask such a question.
He accepts the phone carefully, squinting down at the too-bright screen. The numbers swim. Luckily, he has the number he needs down by heart. The phone rings twice before she picks up.
"It's Dallon," he mumbles into the line. "I lost my phone and wallet." There is some sharp chatter from the phone. Dallon closes his eyes and sighs. "Yeah. Yes. 'M fine I just— I know. One second." He holds the phone back out to Bea. "My sister," he mumbles. "Could you tell her, um, where we are?"
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Post by nom_de_plume on Aug 3, 2020 20:52:12 GMT
Bea watched the strange man's eyes widen and squint, and winced in sympathy. Though she didn't drink, she'd had enough friends growing up to know what a bad hangover looked like. She smiled when he accepted Jiji on his lap, and nodded when he thanked her for her tea. It wasn't much more than any other good person would do, after all.
When he replied with the city, she felt a little more relieved that he might not be so messed up as she'd thought. Just disoriented and lost, nothing serious. Before she could speak, he dialed the phone and seemed to get an earful from the other end of the line. She took the phone he offered and raised it to her ear, curious to hear the sister that had just reamed the guy out.
"Hi, this is Beatrice," she began, twirling her hair around one finger nervously as she spoke. "I found your brother stumbling around on the street about ten minutes ago and brought him in to try and sober up. I'm in Chelsea, at 132 10th Ave. The sign says "Wallflower Florists" and my apartment is just above it. I'll keep your brother here until you can get here to pick him up. That sound okay?"
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Post by bucky on Aug 11, 2020 4:15:47 GMT
The woman on the line sighs heavily. It's clear this isn't the first time something like this has happened. "I appreciate it and I'm sorry. My name is Darcy, by the way; I'm sure he didn't tell you." There's a pause and the sound of an iPhone keyboard clicking as she types the address into her phone. "Okay. I'm about...twenty minutes away? I'm headed out the door right now."
Meanwhile, Dallon takes another sip of his tea before closing his eyes once more. The swimming in his brain seems to have intensified, but it seems the tea is keeping nausea at bay which is. Good. Everything tonight was already so surreal that he couldn't imagine throwing up in this stranger's bathroom. God, he just wanted to lie down and sleep for, like, 24 straight hours. Possibly more.
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Post by nom_de_plume on Dec 16, 2020 2:09:49 GMT
"Twenty minutes," repeats Bea with a little hum in her voice. "That should be fine," she says distractedly, seeing the slightly green parlor of her visitor's face fade. "You'd probably best bring an antiemetic of some sort. I've given him ginger and lemon tea, but I don't know how he'll fare in a care ride." She quickly makes her goodbyes and hangs up the phone, turning to Dallon with a curious look.
"I can make you feel a little better, if you'd like," she offers hesitantly. She has only just started training with her magic since discovering its existence, but is confident enough in her ability to create something minor enough to help speed along his sobering up. "You just, uh, can't tell anyone," she says, then adds wryly, "Though I doubt you'll remember much from tonight anyway. You seem pretty messed up."
She turns to the kitchen and pulls out a stainless steel pot, then lights a small bundle of sage and waves it above the pot. Apart from that, everything else seems quite normal for one making a box mix of chicken noodle soup, though she mutters under her breath the whole time she heats it up, words that seem clunky in her mouth and make no sense if focused on.
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