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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 7:33 pm


Valentines Prep
Feb 14, 2017


Jada was pleased that she had managed to make her way back to Destiny City for this day, of all of them. There wasn't much on the schedule for Valentine's Day at Fashion Week, and even if there had been, the flight back and forth between the two was short enough that seeing the effervescent joy on the twins’ faces was worth the cost. Even if it hadn't been… it had been a long time since she was so long away from them, and she was missing them desperately. Once she went over to Europe in a couple days, however… hugs would be via Skype. It was probably going to be worse for her than for them, being alone in those same circles which had damned her, before, the parties and the old friends staring and circling like drug-and-booze-pushing sharks. But that was something the woman was going to have to face anyways.

Eagerly, Jada dropped to her knees as the twins rushed her (individually, because of all things they couldn't coordinate...), pressing kisses to ruddy cheeks, hugging them tight to her. “Have you been enjoying your vacation so far?” she asked, already fairly certain of their answers. She had dropped them off on the 8th, and it was known that once Elzo got their hands on his newly confirmed little siblings, he was going to spoil them rotten. Her suspicions were confirmed as both children started babbling at the same time, talking over and with each other, completing sentences even as they spun their little take in completely different directions. It had to be a twin thing- Zora and Kayley had been the same way when they were younger, before their interests had so sharply diverged and they had grown separate. But never apart.

She had come for a purpose, however; Jada began to unload her bag almost immediately, and the trio set to their most important tasks. The older woman had not brought an overnight bag full of clothes and toiletries from New York for this day trip, but had instead filled her carry-on with various additional treats that were custom made from a slightly more ‘exotic’ locale for them to give out to their friends and their families- bon bons from Bond Street, some truffles from La Maison, and even some small treats from Li-Lac; the trio had full valentine's day plans for everyone, and all of them had been working overtime on getting their parts of the packages ready. Jada’s was just the last little bit, for with her she brought the mason jars that they had prepared, which she had stopped by the mansion to pick up and bring to the ‘city house’.

The kitchen was full of giggles as the trio lay out their ingredients, creating an ‘assembly line’ for making the valentines boxes. The twins would be giving most of them out by themselves, of course, but there were (out of necessity) going to be a few that Jada would be involved in ensuring that they made it to their appropriate homes. The ingredients were spread out slowly, with much spinning around the kitchen, and the flailing of glitter. But at last (after about half an hour of cheek smooching and desperate attempts at parenting by the woefully unprepared Jada) they were ready to go.



Giulia felt like they had been waiting for Jada to get back from New York for like, a whole week. And she was going to be gone even longer next time! Not that she minded, all that much. Nanny was staying with them all the time when they weren’t in school, and then Jada’s friend Elzo was keeping an eye on them, too. Giulia had met him once, when she was really little, and then again when he started coming over for macaroni Tuesdays. He had star-hair.) She paced around the living room, waiting impatiently for the arrival of- there! Nanny called for her not to run outside without her shoes on, but Giulia ignored her, bouncing out of the door of the city-house happily, dancing down the sidewalk.

She and Aidan had been working on making their special Valentine Cards for everyone, and they were glittery and written out in childish cursive. Aidan’s were puppy-themed, and Giulia’s were princess-themed, of course. The blonde girl dragged her sister into the house, the wheels of Jada’s bag clickety-clacketing behind them. “AIDAN!” she shrieked, her voice reverberating through the much smaller house than she was used to, “MEET US IN THE KITCHEN! JADA IS HERE, IT IS VALENTINE TIME!” Her feet slapped against the hardwood floors, smashing their way to the stairs, and Giulia rushed to collect her art projects while Aidan shrieked and clung to mama.

When Giulia made it back downstairs, Aidan and Jada were giggling, staring at the puppy valentines he had picked up, and he had already given Jada their gift! OH! “Not fair!” she complained, “I wanted to- ack!” Kiss attack!

“I love it,” Jada promised her, and Giulia giggled with pleasure at the fact the gift had gone over well. They had picked out the shiniest charm to go on her bracelet at the little shop, and engraved it with “#1”. Nothing else, because Aidan said they had to call her mama, and Giulia said she was just Jada, and the squabble had been loud enough that they had gotten in trouble and Nanny had threatened to call, which would have ruined the surprise, and-

Ooo, the cookie mix was being put out! She eagerly assisted in lining up the jars and setting out the measuring spoons and cups that would go with it, and lining up the valentines for everyone. Some people were getting chocolate chip mix, or certain flavors of the candies that Jada had brought with her from New York, and Giulia was going to make sure the Valentines were put together perfectly. She had even color-cordidinated the boxes and the ribbons that would go with the jars they had made! Everything was going to be perfect.

Slowly, she helped mama pour in the ingredients for the cookie mix, measuring each of the main ingredients into the decorated mason jars with a furrowed brow, tongue in her teeth. Next to her, Aidan carefully sprinkled in some of the more unique ingredients- chocolate chips, salted caramel chips, pecans, m&m pieces, butterfinger chunks. Each person had a slightly different special ingredient, and he checked the list they had made carefully before pouring it in. And last, Jada double-checked the production and put the lids on, tying the directions and the bow with the colors Giulia had picked out.

At long last they were done, however, and the boxes were all made up. There was even one for their Christmas Seal. It was such a relief that Jada didn't think Giulia was crazy for calling him a Seal Prince. She just raised her brow and sighed. Maybe Jada had her own Prince once; but Giulia doubted that Jada's Prince had been able to become an elf! (But that was their secret.)
 
PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 8:21 pm


Palentine's
Feb 20, 2017


Scylla had told Caedus before she left for New York that she would be away for a few weeks, but she had come to realize that sometimes leaving a gift for a friend wasn't a bad thing. And besides, it was “Pal”entine’s Day, and he deserved to have an -entine same as the 10% of the world that didn't despise this thoroughly modern holiday. Now, when he inevitably revealed himself as an evil alien secretly here to take over the world (and come on, this was just Scylla’s luck with friends) she would demand her Palentine gifts back. For now, however, she would proceed under the assumption that he was, in fact, a pleasant and mild-mannered thousand-year-old blue person obsessed with rocks. Crystals. Whatever.

She had spent all day making cookie mixes with the twins before sending them to do their own deliveries. Which freed her to make a couple of her own, though she would have to keep an eye on the time. There was a show she wanted to make in the early afternoon, so her plane back to New York was going to be a red eye. She had a few hours, but a lot of deliveries to make. It would be easier to make this one as Jada, like her others, but being unable to sense his aura (or he hers) would make her delivery more difficult than it needed to be. And difficult was not something she had the time for- it was already almost 8:00. She supposed that meant she should kick her butt into gear.

The senshi peered at her gift bag, checking that everything was there- some high-protein snack bars to help tide him over food-wise; a tin of homemade, fresh chocolate chip cookies; another book (she was handing him a small library, one volume at a time), and an MP3 player loaded with a wide variety of music. She had selected all things within the last 300 years- no Gregorian Chants for Caedus, though he had a wide selection of Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Schubert, Chopin, Liszt, Bellini, Brahms, Mussorgsky; Gershwin, Berlin, Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, Metallica, Beyonce, and Lady Gaga. Artists bithe good, bad, and indifferent. Ragtime, Jazz, pop, classics, and even more, of course. Had she remembered to put some Jefferson Airplane on there? And Duke Ellington? If he ran out of words to read, there would be more to listen to.

Also tucked into the bag was a pair of dark blue denims that should fit well enough, a hoodie, a sweater, a warm coat and a pair of large gloves. He may not be able to hide his aura, but the clothing would help him be able to blend in more to the city proper if he elected to take some chances. The hoodie would be a socially acceptable transfer from his patchwork cloak, and hide his face; the gloves could cover his bandaged hands; and the coat would help keep him warm until the weather changed. All of the clothing was dark, of course.

On the bag was a beaded charm that she had made with Giulia, ending in a dangly little octopus. Senshi of the Kraken- oh, how that joke was getting old. She would stop it when it was old enough to have children. For now, she was content to let it lie. The bag was small, plain and disposable, so he wouldn't have to keep it along with the massive duffel she had given him at New Year's. Everything should be in there- toothpaste, a brush, mouthwash, deodorant, and a liter of water was set on top for washing down the cookies; slowly, she closed the bag. (Could aliens get cavities? Did they need deodorant? Inquiring minds needed to know!) What she had in the bag would have to do for now, in any case. If she had forgotten anything, hopefully he would appreciate what she had remembered and tell her later.

The delivery was quick and easy. She simply played a quick game of follow-the-aura, and made a loud noise for him to follow, then skipped away. Hopefully, he would enjoy his surprise.
 


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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 10:32 pm


Visitation
Feb 26, 2017 IC

Possible trigger warning for grief, mention of the presumed death of a child, and memory of almost character-death.

Milan was busy with designers and models, bags, displays, clothing, people everywhere for the week. Lights, photographers, cameras- it was the same old thing as the others. February 22 through February 28th, then on to Paris for the last leg of her journey and the last part of her trip. Jada had planned her day trip out carefully, making plans to visit various tourist spots in Rome during the one day of fashion week her absence would have less of an impact. That was the name of the game when it came to secretive trips like this. No one knew about Hope, and that was her goal. After a year and a half- July 11, 2015.

The train ride Jada took from Milan to Rome was only about three hours; a little change, depending on a wide variety of factors. There were big names almost every day except for Wednesday- Prada was 6 to 7 on Thursday, Versace on Friday; Saturday, perhaps, but she was quite interested in the Blumarine show at 12:30. Sunday was starting off a bit slow, in her opinion- Simonetta Ravizza, Marni, Trussardi... but Sunday had Ferragamo at 4. Jada piled into the train at 6 in the morning, pulling into Rome a little after 9.

Three hours would be cutting it close; to make the show she had to leave by noon. There were travel times, from one piece of the trip puzzle to another. But three hours was nowhere near as much time as she needed. Three hours with her daughter for another year... It would never be enough time. How could it ever be enough time to mourn and grieve for another year? She couldn’t imagine. How long would it take to move past the wounds that stuck in her craw when she thought of it? Past the hurt and the lump in gut and throat?

A little over a year and a half, and it was nowhere near enough time for her to have moved past the knot of self-reproach and disgust that knotted and curled in her gut like something parasitic; an infection of self-hatred for something that wasn't her fault.

The Cimitero dei protestanti was a public cemetery, about 4 kilometers from the Termini. It was home to diplomats, sculptors, authors; those who were not Catholic, or who had not been baptised. It had lovely trees, a meadow, statues, history, stray cats. It was the perfect place for Hope to have been buried, a quiet place that Jada could imagine would have given her plenty of viewing pleasure. More than that it was old, and matters were handled with quiet and respect. It had been easy to hide the papers, to silence the obituary and the name. They had accommodated the needs of a young unwed woman who they assumed to be ashamed.

There were almost no clouds right now, a blessing in a moderately-sized package. There would hopefully be no later mess, no rain, no need for the umbrella that she had brought, just in case. It was 17 celsius, which was about 62 fahrenheit; not too terrible. It would have been almost an hour to walk from the station, but by bus it took only 15 minutes; it gave her time to pick up some flowers. A sunflower, with larkspur, blue hyacinth, and a single, sad pheasant's eye. She walked around the Porta San Paolo, sliding past the Piramide di Caio Cestio; Made her way closer, more and more slow the closer she got to her end target. Through the gates, down the paths, wandering under sunlight-speckled paths.

Hope C, read the tombstone, pure white marble gleaming in the morning light as Jada stood over it, flowers in her hands almost twisting with her anxious nerves. There was a bench settled across from the way, and angel statues, ferns, trees reaching towards the sky. Jada didn't take the bench, instead settling down next to the small headstone, not yet releasing the flowers to the small holder. “Hey baby girl.” her voice was loud in the relative silence. “I was nearby, so I had to come see you for a bit.”

Thick, dark hair, even when she was just born. Bright eyes. Pale, ruddy cheeks. Perfection. Jada had been too weak to hold her without help, fading in and out of it all, doctors speaking too fast and low for her to hear, the words blurring, the nurses murmuring back and forth as they tried to keep her drifting, fading attention. Cold, and hot, and a growing numbness… a failed phone call… One moment Hope was there; the next she was gone, and the only answers she could get were from nervous, shifting nurses who couldn’t bring themselves to meet her gaze.

There were no pictures of her with her child but for one, and it was hardly one that she could try and put on her mantle. Even if she hadn’t made the decision to hide Hope’s birth from the world, it was clear how close to death she had been, bloodless and pale against a sheet only barely whiter than she was, a hasty duvet thrown over her below the place where an unknown hand was helping Jada hold Hope to her chest. But Jada could pull it out now, and look at that small picture.

It was silly, perhaps, speaking to the emptiness like this. Coming here was some strange form of torture. Did all women who had lost a child grieve so haphazardly? Grief hits everyone differently, she could hear her shrink whisper, There is no right or wrong way to handle loss. But there were ways that felt wrong, and she closed her eyes. Some opinions said there were five stages to grief, but she hadn’t even truly touched the first. It was still numb, dull pain, tearing at her. She’d researched it- Jada researched everything. Only having known Hope for a few minutes did not invalidate months of loving her, wanting her.

She could remember waking, and asking for her baby. The way they had looked at each other, and started explaining that Jada had been unconscious for almost a week, that she had almost died, that… excuse after excuse, but no one had brought her Hope, and then they had told her. They hadn't even kept her body; they had thought Jada was going to die too, and…

She bore the loss alone. Giulia and Aidan had probably been too young to remember her pregnancy, and Amelie well-paid to forget it had ever happened. The bubble of pain was still fresh, the shattered keen still hovered at her lips. Jada was learning to smile again, but she still felt like a traitor. So many deep, heavy regrets.

Jada lay her head against the marble, feeling the faint cold invade the meat of her, a slow and hardly painful creep. The weather, reinforced by the early morning and the shade here, inched slowly over prickling flesh and then sank slowly deep, needles slowly piercing tender, soft flesh. Wings spread wide down the way, ferny feathers from fallen leaves drifting to the ground, and instead of speaking, she breathed into the silence, not looking at her daughter. She had come with time, and she wasted it now.

Hope wouldn’t mind, surely.

Jada spoke, a little; random ramblings about the life Hope had been denied. She spoke of Giulia and Aidan, spoke of family, and work. Yet all things were finite, and Jada had come for a purpose. She lifted her head from the stone, shifting to adjust her position, facing the headstone. Sunflower. Larkspur. Blue Hyacinth. Pheasant’s Eye. July’s birth flowers. Adoration. Loyalty. Sorrowful remembrance. Every stem settled with careful precision, laid out quietly. “I love you,” she told Hope softly, tracing her fingers over the headstone. “I’m sorry I can’t visit more. I’m sorry you aren’t home with me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to hold you.” Jada sucked in a breath. Closed her eyes.

The air was starting to warm some more, but the chill was still seeping through, and in the distance she could hear more people coming into the cemetery. Jada shifted, checking her watch and blinking at the time revealed. Two and a half hours. She still had to get back to the station before the train took off again, had… Purple eyes closed, breathing out slowly. “I’ll stay longer next time I come, sweetheart. Mommy loves you. Always.”

Manicured fingers traced Hope’s name reverently, following along the lines of the flowery script, the chopped an shortened name. Her father’s name should have been there. Or at least a full and proper one, not this shortened, chopped title. Next time she was in Italy. She’d take an extra day. Spend it all with Hope, or remembering her. Maybe then she would be able to step around the feeling of wrong that came with the memory of how they had told her.

Pushing to her feet, Jada pressed a kiss to her fingers, and then the tombstone, brushing over the forming crevices in the pristine marble. She had said everything she could, but her lips still trembled with the urge to repeat it over and over again. I love you. I wish I had gotten to know you. Please forgive me for not being there for you.

“I will see you soon, babygirl.”

Please forgive me for not being able to bring myself to say goodbye.

She brushed her hands over her clothing until she looked pristine, and retraced her steps slowly towards the exit, leaving the flowers she had brought places carefully over the gravesite. Jada passed families walking the path, her head down to not meet any gazes. A little girl ran past her, wobbling in the unfamiliar way of a young child, and the father called after her. “Faith! Torna qui, tesoro.” the voice was vaguely, distantly familiar, but when she turned her head, the family had already passed out of sight.

The alarm on her phone beeped softly, a reminder that she had to leave, and Jada turned back to the exit, heels clicking against the ground as she exited back to the world. She would come back soon, but the when was a decision for another time.
 
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Scylla and Pyrite
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 8:18 am


The Scent of Brine

Scylla and Myrrha
Mar 8, 2017
 
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An Impasse

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Mar 9, 2017 IC
 


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PostPosted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 5:43 pm


Red Zone
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ORP - Scholomance Corruption/Preservation
Mar 9, 2017 IC
 
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Healing Words

Scylla and Caedus
Mar 9, 2017 IC
 


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PostPosted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 5:52 pm


Thank You Notes
Mar 9, 2017 IC

Writing Thank You notes for someone who saved your life was a surprisingly difficult task. There was consideration that must be made to the kind of paper one used- the style, the font, the way that the ink would flow from the pen of your choice. Did you want something foil, or was that too gauche? Did you want something cute and cheap, though- it was your life, after all. Should you give them a gift card? Or was that putting a price on how much you valued your life? (Jada quite valued her life, but she wasn't going to buy everyone a trip to Fiji, that would be overkill. Maybe. Could she actually buy everyone who had come to help her a trip to Fiji?)

Jada made a note to look into private islands.

The cards had to be simple enough that it didn't look like going overboard, but stylized enough to be nice, and she wanted it to have a theme, but not.... tentacles. Or Kraken. You didn't thank someone for saving you with something tentacle-themed, it just wasn't done. Expensive paper. No monogram. And not embossed. (But she embossed for business partners, she should emboss for someone who kept her from getting squished like a bug.) No foil. No embossing. Just simple, high quality paper with no tentacles. And no purple ink. She wasn't going to go there. It would be simple, uniform, black. She had a ton to make.

Opening up her cell phone, she connected to the senshi database and started grabbing names, checking carefully against her scribbled list. Each name was written down carefully, the same generic message written out for so many of them. But there had been SO MANY people who had come to respond to her call, to help Scholomance, to help push back the Negaverse and make it clear that the loss of even one knight was unacceptable. Even if he was, as Hver had said, a four-fingered (one-armed) soldier with a limp and a broken mind. And no teeth. Still, he had a fierce bite, and his loss would have hurt the handful of allies that had come prepared to fight at his side even before her call.

Her pen scratched against paper late into the evening, verifying the spelling of names, and who had actually come to their aid, trying to ensure that no stone went unturned in gratitude for those who had come to help. She even made a note to send to the dark Moon Senshi- never let it be said she didn't acknowledge a good turn. The only one who didn't get a note was Hy-Brasil. Her devotion to Ice was... something Jada had been thinking a lot about, since Jada had nothing else to do with her time in this last day. (Maybe it wasn't a thank you she would need to be sending to that particular ally, but a promise to terminate any of her physical interactions with Isaiah. She was still waiting on the jury to call that one, though. And it was a focus for another time.)

Every lower-case 'i' was carefully dotted, every carefully-articulated 't' neatly crossed. She checked every note to ensure the ink didn't bleed, that none of the wording squished too much. And then she double-checked to make sure everything was somewhat standard, that everything was-

She was anxious. So anxious. So.... damn upset. Her arms hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt, her heart hurt, and she was coping by focusing on this because if she didn't-- Ah, what did it matter. One by one she lay out the cards, considering, doing one final check that everything was perfect. Each card got a small envelope, on which she wrote their names, and left unsealed in case Scholomance had anything in mind for them.

Pressing her palms to her eyes, Jada stared at the clock on the mantle, then down at her computer. 4 AM. She settled the envelopes into her desk drawer, and then made her way down the hall to curl up in her oversized bed with her cat.


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PostPosted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 5:54 pm


Books, Books, BOOKS

Scylla and Celsus
Mar 12, 2017
 


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Little Red Riding Hood

Scylla and Wolfeite
Mar 13, 2017
 
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Gratitude

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Mar 16, 2017 IC
 


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Illuminate the Path

Scylla and Ara
Mar 17, 2017
 
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Breaks in Routine

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Mar 18, 2017
 


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