middæġ (logs comm)

Who: The SQUIP, Adeline, Connor, and L at different points.
When: Around the 18th or 19th, roughly
Where: The SQUIP and L's house in the Haven
What: The SQUIP awakens... or what's left of it, at least.
Warnings: Trauma, brain damage, existential dread... this is just going to be a very bad time.

( how very little there is left of me )

Who: adeline, regina, & the patrons and staff of desmodus mori (that includes you!)
When: the first week of octoberil
Where: desmodus mori
What: adeline & regina are spending their evenings together at the vampire bar entertaining guests! are you feeling thirsty, or are you just here for sweet faces and conversation?
Warnings: sexual themes, vampires, references to blood & gore
( but i know this much is true... )

Adeline had arrived early— making certain to shut the velvet-bound door promptly, for fear of letting in what small bit of light remained on the streets— giving her time to introduce herself to the bartender, to a passing host or hostess. She’s thanking heaven; they kept their less-than-pallid patrons in mind, with the bartender mustering up a complimentary double of brandy for her time. Content to wait for company to present itself, the rosy-cheeked Puca makes herself comfortable on the leatherette barstool.

—she does stand out more than a bit, however, given the venetian velvet stylings of Desmodus Mori; given her newly-limited wardrobe, she had nothing red to wear. Closer to red, however, was pink— perhaps more rosy in the dim, nearly matching the flush of her skin that pressed into the frill of her neckline, that sat beneath her jewelry. Shorter than she was accustomed to, yes, but not without merit; an oddly-placed confection amidst heavy velvet drapery.

As both patron and staff-elect find their way in― as music begins to weave through the occasional word― her gilded eye lights on a familiar face, her own blooming into a beam as she beckons Regina nearer with open arms.

𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. - for regina

“Gina!” Adeline cries gleefully, drawing her nearer to embrace her, to whisper.“I should have expected you might come!”

She grins, coy and playful, keeping Regina’s hands in her own even as she draws away. “―have you come on business or pleasure?”

Who: adeline & the S.Q.U.I.P
When: during the little dorchacht arc
Where: housing districts
What: *merry-go-round of life starts playing* the squip rescues adeline from a would-be kidnapper and offers her a bit of welcome safety.
Warnings: kidnapping scare, manipulation

( if i let you )
𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ⓟⓐⓢⓣ

―she wasn’t exactly unaware, but she certainly wasn’t abreast of the situation regarding Dorchacht and its treatment of her newfound kin as others may have been. Coping with changes of her own had drawn Adeline inside herself, inside her little flat― conveniently keeping her naive to the perils the black market held, such a force instead seeking her instead of being sought for.

Even at twilight as it may have been, she hadn’t thought of a shadow just around a streetcorner, waiting with leather hands poised to seize soft arms; in a similar manner, the creeping comfort she had found settling with change set a newfound courage inside her, one that hadn’t considered donning her hood again after lowering it in the midst of compassionate company. Tea with Justine did nothing to prepare her guard for what was coming, and her new keenness for danger wasn’t yet honed enough to induce anything save for mild malaise.

The trap is sprung: a hand catching her arm, a wordless cry, an arm about the waist when the fighting half of a sharpened instinct is dashed― leaving only interrupted flight, air pushed from her as her captor squeezes the bellows, starving a scream of sound.