Once Upon a Summer (IC) Superpowers/Open

[Dentali]

"Thats a weird cryptic statement... bit ominous" Glen said no examining his own hand to see if the sweat from this weirdo was on it "What do you mean it will come into play?"

"Basically it means that I can't care less now if someone's an Outsider, Townie or Vaycay" Stephen replied while making a genuine smile, thought this statement was only half true, "And sorry for being cryptic, just it's been a weird day today"

Glen laughs "That seems to be going around, things are just getting weirder in this town. Welcome to Ribe."

[Endem]

"Basically it means that I can't care less now if someone's an Outsider, Townie or Vaycay" Stephen replied while making a genuine smile, thought this statement was only half true, "And sorry for being cryptic, just it's been a weird day today"

Glen laughs "That seems to be going around, things are just getting weirder in this town. Welcome to Ribe."

Stephen laughed along, he then finished his drink and got up from the chair, now feeling definitely better "So, how was you're day?"

[Parcia]

Yang
The Party

He set the drink down on the table next her, choosing to take a seat as well, taking in the melody of the piece as she played it with an ease that he marveled at. She was skilled, even trained the in the art of classical music and he admired it openly. While his ears drank in the wonderful playing, his eyes drank in the sight of the girl as she played. Well, "Girl" was ab understatement. This was a refined, classy young women in a beautiful evening dress a alternative yet still beautiful makeup. All in all he felt under dressed.

Then, a spark of brilliance. Looking around he rooted though the house before he found what he was looking for: an Acoustic guitar. Returning to the pianist, he wrote down a simple message on it before gingerly placing it on the end of the piano's keyboard.

"Classical Gas by Mason Williams, I lead and you back me up?" He held his smile, hoping to have some fun tonight.

[Talchyon]

The party
Freddy Allen ("townie")

"Thats a weird cryptic statement... bit ominous" Glen said no examining his own hand to see if the sweat from this weirdo was on it "What do you mean it will come into play?"

"Basically it means that I can't care less now if someone's an Outsider, Townie or Vaycay" Stephen replied while making a genuine smile, thought this statement was only half true, "And sorry for being cryptic, just it's been a weird day today"

Weird day was the understatement of the year. Freddy recognized Stephen right away. He was one of the customers today who was there when Freddy morphed somehow into that strong, sick looking guy from the mirror this morning, with the hints of gold and grey in his skin. He didn't seem to have noticed, however. And it seems like he had his own issues.

Glen laughs "That seems to be going around, things are just getting weirder in this town. Welcome to Ribe."

Freddy came over to his friend, and this time properly introduced himself to the guy at the store. The guy who bought emergency sewing supplies of all things. Freddy stuck out his hand. "Hey, man. Glen's right on that. This has been one messed up week so far. My name's Freddy."

[Union Princes]

Yang
The Party

He set the drink down on the table next her, choosing to take a seat as well, taking in the melody of the piece as she played it with an ease that he marveled at. She was skilled, even trained the in the art of classical music and he admired it openly. While his ears drank in the wonderful playing, his eyes drank in the sight of the girl as she played. Well, "Girl" was ab understatement. This was a refined, classy young women in a beautiful evening dress a alternative yet still beautiful makeup. All in all he felt under dressed.

Then, a spark of brilliance. Looking around he rooted though the house before he found what he was looking for: an Acoustic guitar. Returning to the pianist, he wrote down a simple message on it before gingerly placing it on the end of the piano's keyboard.

"Classical Gas by Mason Williams, I lead and you back me up?" He held his smile, hoping to have some fun tonight.

Szarlota Raczkowska

Reading the note, the Pole gave a nod. "Let's a few notes from your guitar first," she said while continuing to play Vivaldi, "I'll see what I can come up with."

[Endem]

The party
Freddy Allen ("townie")

"Basically it means that I can't care less now if someone's an Outsider, Townie or Vaycay" Stephen replied while making a genuine smile, thought this statement was only half true, "And sorry for being cryptic, just it's been a weird day today"

Weird day was the understatement of the year. Freddy recognized Stephen right away. He was one of the customers today who was there when Freddy morphed somehow into that strong, sick looking guy from the mirror this morning, with the hints of gold and grey in his skin. He didn't seem to have noticed, however. And it seems like he had his own issues.

Glen laughs "That seems to be going around, things are just getting weirder in this town. Welcome to Ribe."

Freddy came over to his friend, and this time properly introduced himself to the guy at the store. The guy who bought emergency sewing supplies of all things. Freddy stuck out his hand. "Hey, man. Glen's right on that. This has been one messed up week so far. My name's Freddy."

"It sure was" Stephen said as he extended his hand towards Freddy "Mine's Stephen, good to meet you"

[Talchyon]

The party
Freddy Allen

"It sure was" Stephen said as he extended his hand towards Freddy "Mine's Stephen, good to meet you"

Freddy grinned. Now he knew who the guy was. "How unusual is it that three people at a random party all had a weird week? What are the odds?" Taking a swig of his Mountain Dew and enjoying the caffeine rush, Freddy said to Glen, "So you were asking where I work? Same place as always. My parents make me work at their store. Just the Ribe General Store in town."

[Endem]

The party
Freddy Allen

"It sure was," Stephen said as he extended his hand towards Freddy "Mine's Stephen, good to meet you"

Freddy grinned. Now he knew who the guy was. "How unusual is it that three people at a random party all had a weird week? What are the odds?" Taking a swig of his Mountain Dew and enjoying the caffeine rush, Freddy said to Glen, "So you were asking where I work? Same place as always. My parents make me work at their store. Just the Ribe General Store in town."

" I guess it's just a coincidence that we all had a weird week" Stephen then noticed what Freddy was drinking "Where did you get that Mountain Dew from?" He asked looking around to see if there were other ones in the room, clearly interested in getting one can for himself.

[Dentali]

The party
Freddy Allen

"It sure was" Stephen said as he extended his hand towards Freddy "Mine's Stephen, good to meet you"

Freddy grinned. Now he knew who the guy was. "How unusual is it that three people at a random party all had a weird week? What are the odds?" Taking a swig of his Mountain Dew and enjoying the caffeine rush, Freddy said to Glen, "So you were asking where I work? Same place as always. My parents make me work at their store. Just the Ribe General Store in town."

"Same with me, depending on the day i'm an electrician or a caterer" Glen began to stew a bit growing oddly quiet, after a few moments speaking up "Its even stranger... that three people had weird weeks that none of us feel they can talk about... My weirdness started 5 days ago how about you guys?"

[Talchyon]

The party
Freddy Allen

Freddy pointed out where the Mountain Dews were for Stephen, and took another for himself.

"Same with me, depending on the day i'm an electrician or a caterer" Glen began to stew a bit growing oddly quiet, after a few moments speaking up "Its even stranger... that three people had weird weeks that none of us feel they can talk about... My weirdness started 5 days ago how about you guys?"

When Glen raised the uncomfortable topic again, Freddy was astonished. 5 days ago? "I felt a little different about 5 days ago. But nothing really happened until this morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror. I thought I was losing my mind, only, it happened again later at the store and there were a few people there who noticed. Now I don't know what to think..."

[Endem]

The party
Freddy Allen

Freddy pointed out where the Mountain Dews were for Stephen, and took another for himself.

"Same with me, depending on the day i'm an electrician or a caterer" Glen began to stew a bit growing oddly quiet, after a few moments speaking up "Its even stranger... that three people had weird weeks that none of us feel they can talk about... My weirdness started 5 days ago how about you guys?"

When Glen raised the uncomfortable topic again, Freddy was astonished. 5 days ago? "I felt a little different about 5 days ago. But nothing really happened until this morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror. I thought I was losing my mind, only, it happened again later at the store and there were a few people there who noticed. Now I don't know what to think..."

Stephen looked at the place Freddy pointed and took one, opened it and then took a sip, it was refreshing, "For me it started... Also 5 days ago with an headache caused by nothing, and" he stopped for a second, as if deciding if he wanted to say it or not "some images usually just outside my view" he then decided to encourage Freddy a bit "Don't worry, all three of us got something weird happening to us this week"

[Talchyon]

The party
Freddy Allen

Stephen looked at the place Freddy pointed and took one, opened it and then took a sip, it was refreshing, "For me it started... Also 5 days ago with an headache caused by nothing, and" he stopped for a second, as if deciding if he wanted to say it or not "some images usually just outside my view" he then decided to encourage Freddy a bit "Don't worry, all three of us got something weird happening to us this week"

Freddy kind of shrugged. It's easy for him to say "Don't worry." He doesn't have to live with Freddy's parents.

"I don't know, man. There have been weird weeks before, but this blows all that out of the water." After a brief pause, Freddy got the courage to ask, "So, with the weirdness, did either of you guys look... different... in the mirror this morning?"

[Endem]

The party
Freddy Allen

Stephen looked at the place Freddy pointed and took one, opened it and then took a sip, it was refreshing, "For me it started... Also 5 days ago with an headache caused by nothing, and" he stopped for a second, as if deciding if he wanted to say it or not "some images usually just outside my view" he then decided to encourage Freddy a bit "Don't worry, all three of us got something weird happening to us this week"

Freddy kind of shrugged. It's easy for him to say "Don't worry." He doesn't have to live with Freddy's parents.

"I don't know, man. There have been weird weeks before, but this blows all that out of the water." After a brief pause, Freddy got the courage to ask, "So, with the weirdness, did either of you guys look... different... in the mirror this morning?"

"I don't know what to think of it either, but remember, however bad the situation is, don't let it get the better of you, or, talk to somebody about it" he then took a sip of Mountain Dew "And about the mirror, no, I didn't look different in the mirror, " he cut off and looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn't squeeze it out

[Dentali]

The party
Freddy Allen

Freddy kind of shrugged. It's easy for him to say "Don't worry." He doesn't have to live with Freddy's parents.

"I don't know, man. There have been weird weeks before, but this blows all that out of the water." After a brief pause, Freddy got the courage to ask, "So, with the weirdness, did either of you guys look... different... in the mirror this morning?"

"I don't know what to think of it either, but remember, however bad the situation is, don't let it get the better of you, or, talk to somebody about it" he then took a sip of Mountain Dew "And about the mirror, no, I didn't look different in the mirror, " he cut off and looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn't squeeze it out

Glen looks incredibly concerned, "Here lets go somewhere a bit more... private." He leads the two upstairs into an unoccupied office. Entering and shutting the door behind him he spoke in low tones "5 days ago i got a bad headache and the next thing I knew... I was different... Seems like something similar happened to you both?"

[World Anarchic Union]

Logan Ashfield
The Party

Hours had passed since his time in the Scrapyard, and now the seventeen-year-old, dressed in a fine black leather jacket and his best jeans was heading to a mansion. That seemed like a conflicting statement but it was true. A party organized by a vacay had been announced, and Logan, bored as he was at the Scrapyard, and as everyone that was someone was going there, including most people he knew, decided to go along.

On the road, his abilities continued to occupy his mind. He was a freak, there was no doubt about that, no normal person could control flames, but a peculiar thought was starting to show itself in his mind; what if he wasn’t alone? What if there were others around the world that had similar powers? What would that mean, how would that change things? Or was he simply a sick individual with a curious disease that just wasn’t aware of the implications yet?

He finally arrived on his motorcycle, speeding through the narrow roads of Ribe that were almost empty, and driving up the slope that led to the mansion, fashionably late 45 minutes since the supposed start hour and after locking his vehicle, headed inside.

The place was massive, with recently bright colored walls, golden handles on the doors, and windows that observed the plain down where Ribe laid, and the sea beyond it. The boy felt jealousy for a brief moment at the injustice of everything, but after a minute the rage boiled over and he continued further inside, waving hello to a number of acquaintances who were chatting around the corridors. After asking around, he headed to the first place he always went; wherever the drinks were. What better way to loosen up and enjoy some social interactions that could be quite awkward if he was completely sober? With that justification in mind he arrived at the room.

Crushing the cigarette out on a nearby ashtray, he opened the door. There weren’t many people inside and he poured himself a vodka straight which he proceeded to drink with one sip, before pouring himself another one. The vodka not having worked just yet, he remained in the room, waiting for more people to arrive at the party as things were getting rather stale.

[Endem]

"I don't know what to think of it either, but remember, however bad the situation is, don't let it get the better of you, or, talk to somebody about it" he then took a sip of Mountain Dew "And about the mirror, no, I didn't look different in the mirror, " he cut off and looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn't squeeze it out

Glen looks incredibly concerned, "Here lets go somewhere a bit more... private." He leads the two upstairs into an unoccupied office. Entering and shutting the door behind him he spoke in low tones "5 days ago i got a bad headache and the next thing I knew... I was different... Seems like something similar happened to you both?"

Stephen nodded, he was pretty sure something was wrong for the past five days, like, something changed in him, then there was today, and that, hallucination (?) in the bathroom, he wasn't sure how to describe it, it felt more real than a hallucination, but he also heard that hallucinations looked very realistic, and this headache, it couldn't have been nothing

[Segral]

Some Vaycay's House
Later that night

Why the hell was she even here?

Oh, right. Because it was the party of a lifetime! Except...it wasn't. It was more of a flash back to her high school days, where the rich kids threw their extravagant parties, indiscriminately inviting literally everyone in the class so they could show off how much money their mommy and daddy made. Despite how classy it usually seemed, it typically devolved into the same old shit: loads of noise, and teenagers trying to act cool drinking cheap alcohol and getting smashed. She couldn't help but pity whoever would be cleaning up.

Bridget leaned against a wall in the house's main room, her entire body expressing boredom. Her clothes were relatively simple: jeans and a t-shirt, with a leather jacket she often wore whenever she left the apartment. She had little desire to socialize, mainly because she hardly knew anyone there aside from a few vaguely familiar faces. Was she the oldest one here?

Maybe she should've stayed home.

Chuck Moore
The Castle

It had been an intense debate back at their base of operations. Chuck was eager to use the party as a chance to sell off some pot to unsuspecting teenagers; nothing bred insecurity and a desire to fit in like a party full of drunk, rich kids. But Joe told him to take the day off, go to a party and have some fun like a normal person. He kept saying they were already loaded with enough cash, they could afford a day off or two, and that the point of the business was to be your own boss and keep the work flexible. Needless to say, they had a bit of a row over it, or as close to a row as the two could get. To them, a row was a slightly aggressive conversation that was frequently interrupted by a swig of beer. Eventually, Chuck had given in as per usual. Admittedly, he was a little tired of the constant work schedule, and he wanted a break. Granted, he was a little older than most at the party and didn't really fit in much, but it was a decent place to chill for a bit, have a smoke or drink, maybe even chat up a couple of potential clients. Just because he wasn't selling at the party didn't mean he couldn't get a little work done.

So in he went, with Joe heading downstairs to knock out some suckers at the pool table and chat up a few admiring women, and Chuck just wandering around with a beer in his hand. He was dressed a little more brightly than usual, dropping the leather jacket and jeans in favor of a simple white T-shirt, a pair of beige khaki pants, and gray tennis shoes. He didn't really have anywhere else to go, or really anybody to talk to. He wasn't exactly the prime audience for this party, so was he technically gatecrashing? He didn't exactly break down the massive wrought-iron fence outside the place, but he clearly was a bit of an anomaly. Maybe a little bit out of touch? After all, he basically transferred cliques after the accident. He was no longer a Townie, going to school and woodworking. He was an Outsider now, a scrapyard rebel. Scrapyard Rebel...it had a nice ring to it. A little corny, but still interesting. Cool name for a book or movie or something.

He continued his musings as he wandered into the main living room, flopping down on the couch and sipping his drink. The music was tepid, especially with Jester Girl turning it into an unholy Classical-Trap fusion. The beer and the couch were quite good though, especially the couch. It was leather, but goddamn was it comfortable. It was so soft you could sink right in and nobody would ever notice. Except for the girl leaning on the wall near him. She looked a little older than the average partygoer as well, and just as bored with it as he was. Actually, maybe even more, it was quite impressive to make a scowl that deep.

"Not in the partying spirit, are we?" Chuck asked jokingly from his spot on the couch, turning to face the girl. He had seen her around town a couple times, but he didn't know who she was. Probably a Wallflower type.

[Sammuramat]

Logan Ashfield
The Party

Hours had passed since his time in the Scrapyard, and now the seventeen-year-old, dressed in a fine black leather jacket and his best jeans was heading to a mansion. That seemed like a conflicting statement but it was true. A party organized by a vacay had been announced, and Logan, bored as he was at the Scrapyard, and as everyone that was someone was going there, including most people he knew, decided to go along.

On the road, his abilities continued to occupy his mind. He was a freak, there was no doubt about that, no normal person could control flames, but a peculiar thought was starting to show itself in his mind; what if he wasn’t alone? What if there were others around the world that had similar powers? What would that mean, how would that change things? Or was he simply a sick individual with a curious disease that just wasn’t aware of the implications yet?

He finally arrived on his motorcycle, speeding through the narrow roads of Ribe that were almost empty, and driving up the slope that led to the mansion, fashionably late 45 minutes since the supposed start hour and after locking his vehicle, headed inside.

The place was massive, with recently bright colored walls, golden handles on the doors, and windows that observed the plain down where Ribe laid, and the sea beyond it. The boy felt jealousy for a brief moment at the injustice of everything, but after a minute the rage boiled over and he continued further inside, waving hello to a number of acquaintances who were chatting around the corridors. After asking around, he headed to the first place he always went; wherever the drinks were. What better way to loosen up and enjoy some social interactions that could be quite awkward if he was completely sober? With that justification in mind he arrived at the room.

Crushing the cigarette out on a nearby ashtray, he opened the door. There weren’t many people inside and he poured himself a vodka straight which he proceeded to drink with one sip, before pouring himself another one. The vodka not having worked just yet, he remained in the room, waiting for more people to arrive at the party as things were getting rather stale.

The Party

Izzy has her excuses ready and is mentally rehearsing them but she still can't quite get herself to speak to anyone she's that close too. It's... embarrassing. A bit more alcohol and it won't be as embarrassing any more, she figures. She pours herself some vodka and lemonade, and sips at it slowly, then adds a bit more vodka. Then a little more. Maybe a lot more. Just enough to still look classy, you know. It's enough to make her wince a little each time it goes down her throat, but it clears her brain, makes her feel a little more separated from her body. Like the person who makes a puppet move rather than someone trapped in a puppet, even if it means she isn't very precise with her movements.

Stephen arrives to the drinks, and she tries not to make eye contact. Too awkward. Fuck. Why is she still letting her ugly body ruin her confidence? Luckily he starts talking to some fat kid she doesn't recognise, then some other random person, probably a Townie. Someone starts playing piano. Everything's quite loud. She feels quite detached from it. She feels elegant but out of control, like a banner in wind. She backs away from the drinks and bumps into someone. It isn't entirely accidental. It's the kind of thing that you do when drunk not because being drunk has made you clumsy against your will but because being drunk has convinced you that being a bit clumsy is fun.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says with a breezy smile to the guy. She thinks he might be a Vacay, he looks familiar, which most Townies don't, and he's not as shabbily put together as the typical Outsider. Maybe it's someone she knows back from England? Reminds her of the cute guy who wore leather jackets to polo practise. "Oh, hey," she says, as if she has just recognised him, though it's really more of a wild guess, "Noah, isn't it? How's your summer going? I don't think I've seen you in a while?"

[Dyelli Beybi]

Jessica Bishop - the Party

Logan Ashfield
The Party

The place was massive, with recently bright colored walls, golden handles on the doors, and windows that observed the plain down where Ribe laid, and the sea beyond it. The boy felt jealousy for a brief moment at the injustice of everything, but after a minute the rage boiled over and he continued further inside, waving hello to a number of acquaintances who were chatting around the corridors. After asking around, he headed to the first place he always went; wherever the drinks were. What better way to loosen up and enjoy some social interactions that could be quite awkward if he was completely sober? With that justification in mind he arrived at the room.

Crushing the cigarette out on a nearby ashtray, he opened the door. There weren’t many people inside and he poured himself a vodka straight which he proceeded to drink with one sip, before pouring himself another one. The vodka not having worked just yet, he remained in the room, waiting for more people to arrive at the party as things were getting rather stale.

In Jessica's professional opinion, this party kinda sucked. A few slightly alternative types (including Gandalf) were trying to organise a classical music concert in the living room and... that was about it. There was no music, no dancing and nobody seemed that interested in getting drunk. That was until one of the outsiders appeared. Jessica had always had a somewhat low opinion of the people who hung around the junkyard; they were so boringly angsty.

She thought she recognised this one from her year at school. Logan. She couldn't remember his surname. The important thing, at this moment, was he was drinking with intent; downing vodka like a champion. He was exactly the kind of person she wanted to spend the evening with. She sidled over, "Hey Logan! Want to share that vodka?" she suggested, "I've got a bottle of cheap whisky hidden somewhere on my person that I'd gladly exchange."

It was hidden in the inner pocket of her coat, which she hadn't taken off yet.

[Parcia]

Yang
The Party

He set the drink down on the table next her, choosing to take a seat as well, taking in the melody of the piece as she played it with an ease that he marveled at. She was skilled, even trained the in the art of classical music and he admired it openly. While his ears drank in the wonderful playing, his eyes drank in the sight of the girl as she played. Well, "Girl" was ab understatement. This was a refined, classy young women in a beautiful evening dress a alternative yet still beautiful makeup. All in all he felt under dressed.

Then, a spark of brilliance. Looking around he rooted though the house before he found what he was looking for: an Acoustic guitar. Returning to the pianist, he wrote down a simple message on it before gingerly placing it on the end of the piano's keyboard.

"Classical Gas by Mason Williams, I lead and you back me up?" He held his smile, hoping to have some fun tonight.

Szarlota Raczkowska

Reading the note, the Pole gave a nod. "Let's a few notes from your guitar first," she said while continuing to play Vivaldi, "I'll see what I can come up with."

Smiling, he brought up the guitar and test it, finding it being a notes off tune, he went about tuning it before settling in on it. Testing out a first few notes, he let a bigger smile out before resetting and giving her a nod. With a he started slow, shaking off the rust before picking up pace and starting to play the song properly. This immediately drew the rest of crowed as he started to thump the carpeted floor with his foot and thumping the guitar with his thumb to give it the added base.

[World Anarchic Union]

Logan Ashfield
The Party

Jessica Bishop - the Party


In Jessica's professional opinion, this party kinda sucked. A few slightly alternative types (including Gandalf) were trying to organise a classical music concert in the living room and... that was about it. There was no music, no dancing and nobody seemed that interested in getting drunk. That was until one of the outsiders appeared. Jessica had always had a somewhat low opinion of the people who hung around the junkyard; they were so boringly angsty.

She thought she recognised this one from her year at school. Logan. She couldn't remember his surname. The important thing, at this moment, was he was drinking with intent; downing vodka like a champion. He was exactly the kind of person she wanted to spend the evening with. She sidled over, "Hey Logan! Want to share that vodka?" she suggested, "I've got a bottle of cheap whisky hidden somewhere on my person that I'd gladly exchange."

It was hidden in the inner pocket of her coat, which she hadn't taken off yet.

The Party

Izzy has her excuses ready and is mentally rehearsing them but she still can't quite get herself to speak to anyone she's that close too. It's... embarrassing. A bit more alcohol and it won't be as embarrassing any more, she figures. She pours herself some vodka and lemonade, and sips at it slowly, then adds a bit more vodka. Then a little more. Maybe a lot more. Just enough to still look classy, you know. It's enough to make her wince a little each time it goes down her throat, but it clears her brain, makes her feel a little more separated from her body. Like the person who makes a puppet move rather than someone trapped in a puppet, even if it means she isn't very precise with her movements.

Stephen arrives to the drinks, and she tries not to make eye contact. Too awkward. Fuck. Why is she still letting her ugly body ruin her confidence? Luckily he starts talking to some fat kid she doesn't recognise, then some other random person, probably a Townie. Someone starts playing piano. Everything's quite loud. She feels quite detached from it. She feels elegant but out of control, like a banner in wind. She backs away from the drinks and bumps into someone. It isn't entirely accidental. It's the kind of thing that you do when drunk not because being drunk has made you clumsy against your will but because being drunk has convinced you that being a bit clumsy is fun.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says with a breezy smile to the guy. She thinks he might be a Vacay, he looks familiar, which most Townies don't, and he's not as shabbily put together as the typical Outsider. Maybe it's someone she knows back from England? Reminds her of the cute guy who wore leather jackets to polo practise. "Oh, hey," she says, as if she has just recognised him, though it's really more of a wild guess, "Noah, isn't it? How's your summer going? I don't think I've seen you in a while?"

Logan was in the middle of his second drink, looking around for anyone familiar from the Scrapyard, when a girl bumped into him, causing him to spill the remainder of the drink to the floor. Cursing silently on the inside, he turned to the girl. She had blue eyes that seemed to pierce the one looking at them, brown hair above her shoulders and a nearly spotless skin, which surprised the boy. The girl was familiar, but Logan couldn’t remember a name, not surprising for him, but given her appearance and overall demeanor, he would guess she was a Vacay. Giving her a slight smile, he poured himself another drink.

“Hey. I’m Logan. Not sure who you have in mind. Been here for a long time, just out and about. How’re you?” A sudden epiphany struck him, before turning back to her. “Lizzie, right?”

At that moment, he heard a familiar voice addressing him from nearby, with a very intriguing proposal. He turned to see a girl that he had seen around in the town and recognized. His smile broadened, both at seeing a familiar face, even if his opinion of the girl was shaped by her sometimes strange remarks about Outsiders, and at the offer for a drink.

“Jessica, how’s it going? Hey, I’ll never say no to another drink, especially a whiskey. Wanna trade cups?” Lighting up a cigarette, he opened the package and offered a cigarette to both girls. At the sims time, he puffed some smoke away before continuing. “Anyway, how do you feel about this party, thus far?”

[Dentali]

Glen looks incredibly concerned, "Here lets go somewhere a bit more... private." He leads the two upstairs into an unoccupied office. Entering and shutting the door behind him he spoke in low tones "5 days ago i got a bad headache and the next thing I knew... I was different... Seems like something similar happened to you both?"

Stephen nodded, he was pretty sure something was wrong for the past five days, like, something changed in him, then there was today, and that, hallucination (?) in the bathroom, he wasn't sure how to describe it, it felt more real than a hallucination, but he also heard that hallucinations looked very realistic, and this headache, it couldn't have been nothing

Glen says "alright im trusting you guys here..." Glen walked over and with one hand lifted a heavy cabinet in the room, not breaking a sweat. It was obvious given his build the inability to do this normally, clearly something weird was going on. Glen proceeded to go around the room performing feats of strength, showing that he did indeed have abilities that were unnatural.

[Miekzhemy]

-snip-

Some Vaycay's House
Bridget Reeves

Her current location was probably not the best place to avoid confrontation. If it weren't for certain changes to her body, she would've found somewhere to sit down. But the risk of breaking something and causing a ruckus were more than enough reason to deal with any soreness that could come with standing around all day and night. In fact, she honestly felt fine as is.

And that was part of the problem. It had been about twenty minutes since she finished her drink, and had yet to even feel anything. She might as well had been drinking water.

And so, she stood there, with that perpetual scowl of disdain on her face, hoping the alcohol would kick in before anyone had a chance to take notice of her. She was quick to find that it was not meant to be, however, when one of the partygoers looked her way. She caught a brief glance of the guy as her idle gaze scanned across the room. It was easy to recognize faces, considering the size of the town, but like ninety percent of the people in her age group, she didn't know his name. Regardless, she stared forward into space like she didn't notice, hoping he'd just ignore her.

"Not in the partying spirit, are we?"

Fuck. Yeah, what gave that away, she wondered?

"Nope."

[Sammuramat]

Logan? Izzy tilts her head, thinking. She doesn't recall a Logan -- oh. Outsider. That explains it. Another girl comes up, this one clearly not a stylishly-roughed-up Vacay, like Logan might pass for. She actually doesn't look that different from Izzy - perhaps if Izzy had been born to a less privileged background...

She feels slightly surrounded. Izzy steels herself. She... doesn't really talk to outsiders much. Or townies. She tends to avoid them. But now she's avoiding the Vacays, even if she doesn't entirely want to. Is this going to be her life now? In self-imposed exile from the people who she is actually similar too? She doesn't have any leather jackets or long coats, she isn't sure she'll fit in. They hang around the scrapyard, don't they? Will she need a tetanus vaccination?

She gingerly takes a cigarette, as if she thinks it might be laced with poison, and examines it, trying to be subtle about it. Izzy doesn't smoke very much except for when someone else offers - it's polite, lets you share something with a stranger, which establishes rapport. On the other hand, she hates how it smells on her clothes. On other people it can smell kinda nice and manly, but it really doesn't fit into her aesthetic.

"Izzy," she corrects Logan cheerfully, "- I'm so sorry about your drink!" She'd offer to refill but Jessica seems to have that covered, so instead she sips her own drink nervously. "I've been okay - it's been a busy week. Haven't had time for many parties, so I was looking forwards to this. It's, uh, quieter than I thought it would be..." The thought strikes her that maybe there's been an epidemic of strange skin rashes and that's why people aren't partying as hard as normal. She tries to put it delicately. "Have things been normal in, erm, your part of town? And, erm, either of you got a light?"

[Talchyon]

Upstairs in a private office, the party
Freddy Allen

Glen looks incredibly concerned, "Here lets go somewhere a bit more... private." He leads the two upstairs into an unoccupied office. Entering and shutting the door behind him he spoke in low tones "5 days ago i got a bad headache and the next thing I knew... I was different... Seems like something similar happened to you both?"

Stephen nodded, he was pretty sure something was wrong for the past five days, like, something changed in him, then there was today, and that, hallucination (?) in the bathroom, he wasn't sure how to describe it, it felt more real than a hallucination, but he also heard that hallucinations looked very realistic, and this headache, it couldn't have been nothing

Freddy was glad to get out of the kitchen. Lots of other people - most he didn't know, but recognized a customer or three - were coming in and leaving. He was relieved to have gotten out of there.

And when Glen asked about getting a headache 5 days ago and Stephen nodded, that made this weird week really weird for him. "Wait a minute. 5 days ago for me, I didn't get a headache per se, but it was a more like a body ache. Like every cell in my body was sore."

Something weird was definitely going on.

Glen says "alright im trusting you guys here..." Glen walked over and with one hand lifted a heavy cabinet in the room, not breaking a sweat. It was obvious given his build the inability to do this normally, clearly something weird was going on. Glen proceeded to go around the room performing feats of strength, showing that he did indeed have abilities that were unnatural.

Freddy's eyes bulged, and he felt something he hadn't expected to feel at all that day. Freddy felt thankful. Thankful that he was not the only one. He smiled and his eyes began to move to tears, though he tried to hide them.

"Then I'm not going insane," he thought to himself.

Clapping softly at Glen's feat of strength, Freddy breathed in deeply and said, "K. My turn." Taking a few more breaths in and out, Freddy thought of the guy he had seen in the mirror that morning, the stronger, fit senior with hints of gold and grey in his skin, but who also looked like he might have the flu. And as he was thinking about that persona, it almost felt like Freddy began to slide into that form.

"I don't know what it means, but this is what I looked like in the mirror this morning. And," glancing at Stephen, "partly at work today too."