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 Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:22 pm
Quote: Heavy snow had plagued Destiny City for a few days and it seemed to take ages for the clouds to clear. When they finally thinned, there was something more surprising than just the night sky: a glorious display of colorful light danced over Destiny City. A myriad of colors paint the sky, twisting colorfully. Auroras are uncommon in this area, but it’s something unique to see. Of course, ‘unique’ in Destiny City isn’t always a good thing…
Holiday parties at Red Moon were a yearly tradition. One that every worker at the club relied on for their bank accounts and awaiting bills. Never mind paying for various gifts for friends, family, sometimes co-workers. Occasionally favored clients.
Though Kailey didn't deal with the last, she was well aware of how flirting with the clientele, not to mention chatting with them for longer than should be reasonably expected after shows and in downtime throughout the year could lead to wonderful little envelopes being passed to security. Then, after being properly checked, handed off to her to line her wallet with the goods within. Protocol that the vast majority were good about. It was nothing obscene, really, though she always heard the stories of some performers getting a few thousand from really good clients. Not something she'd seen replicated in recent years, but as the time approached and everyone got ready for the big events, the whispers would come back with a vengeance and everyone with their starry-eyes.
It was something to ease her tension that time of year, a monetary balm that did wonders on her mood each time she arrived at work, got dolled up in the costumes that would be removed bit by bit to music and dance, routines that were practiced extensively in the months prior. Sometimes she was an elf, sometimes one of Santa's helpers, sometimes a rendition of a snowperson, or holiday fairy. Depended on the performance, as most were in groups, though she did a number of solos as well--namely in a white leather and flowy garments sort of thing with a damn good white wig, that sparkled and glittered against her darker coloring in a great snow fairy-spirit sort of thing. Hell if anyone even knew. It was just a ******** of sparkles and glitter and the songs ranged from God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen rock versions to Carol of the Bells.
Perhaps her favorite was a sultry rendition of Santa Baby that she had to sing to, stripping out of a puffy, icy looking outfit into a slinky, skimpy, and hot fiery little thing as she shimmied around a pole and a chair periodically along with a candy cane staff prop. The notion of warming up, which she enjoyed immensely the idea of in the performance, while also heating up the clients.
That had been her last performance before she was off shift, and Kailey stood out in the n** of the night air at ease. Comfortable flats gave her feet a break from the tall heels she wore in her performances, though a large cardigan was all that protected the majority of her body from the chill. Wasn't like the bright red skimpy thing under it offered much for warmth, after all. But it was fine by her, cooling off and relaxing after the string of performances she'd been doing most of the day due to the parties and then solos.
The snow had finally ceased after falling heavy the last few days, and above she could see the clouds beginning to break between the puffs of her breath. But she squinted, frowning as she stepped away from the lights of the buildings to stare up at the starry sky peeking out. Was that... did she just see a flash of color up there..?
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 9:19 pm
It was a nice night, as far as Rónán was concerned. A little chilly, certainly, but bundling up in a warm enough jacket took care of that. He'd taken in the show at Red Moon -- it was a favorite haunt, of sorts, with the money he made from mechanic work, and being under 21 saved him from spending too much on alcohol. He was, however, more than old enough to enjoy everything else the club had to offer.
He'd slipped out into the night air, and it was with some interest that he watched as the skies cleared. It had been cloudy and cold for so long, he was glad for the break in the weather, even if it wasn't likely to make it any warmer.
And he wasn't alone, either -- he glanced over at the woman standing not too far from him. He wasn't certain he recognized her, but a cursory up-and-down of the skimpy thing she was wearing under her cardigan definitely suggested she was one of the dancers.
"That's a sight," he said, idly, as the clouds cleared to reveal something like an aurora. "Didn't know you could get them, this far south."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 4:20 pm
It was color up there. She stared as the clouds began to move, the shifting patterns above dancing in the sky where such a thing sure as ******** never existed before.
The voice near her made her jump, and she turned her head quickly to stare in a bit of bewilderment and a few bits of a glare at the man. Tall, definitely, though she felt his face was familiar in the sort of way a usual frequenter of the club usually was.
"We don't," she responded simply, turning her gaze back up. An aurora. No, that didn't exist down there. "You usually have to go a hell of a lot further south to find them." Great. So what did that mean for the city now? The cynic in her was restless, scowling a bit up at it. Sure, it was pretty, but nothing in Destiny City was just pretty or nice or fun without a ******** of drawbacks and consequences. "News must be having a field day."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 5:27 pm
The colors were almost entrancing in their strange movement. Rónán wanted to believe that this was just what it looked like -- something lovely and colorful and to be enjoyed, even if it was a little bitr out of place.
Well, alright, more than a little bit. They were too far south for the proper Aurora Borealis, and too far north for Aurora Australias. There was no reason for there to be lights in the sky, and yet, there they were, and honestly, Rónán was fully willing to account it to magic. Ever since that General-Sovereign had stuck a hand in his chest and made him into Lionel, and made him aware that there was literal actual magic in the city, it no longer seemed farfetched to assume that sort of thing for...well, for anything. He'd always dismissed any of the odder descriptions of happenings around town as resulting from something perfectly explainable but blown oyut of proportion, but this...well. This couldn't be brushed off that way.
He gave the woman a tiny smile, despite the way she glared at him. It was only fair that she be a bit suspicious; they were strangers, after all, and she might recognize him from the club, and he was sure there were rules -- or at least cautionary tales -- about getting too friendly with the clientele.
"I can only imagine," he said, lightly. "Weather finally breaks and we have strange lights in the sky. Won't just be the news, all the alien-watchers and conspiracy folk will be losing their minds too. I'd watch the interet tonight, I'd put money on it being absolutely hilarious." A playful, amused grin was tossed her way, the kind of expression that really only looked at home on the face of someone incredibly cocky.
"So, lovely lady, do you have a name? Or am I crossing a line by asking?" It felt like it was only polite to ask, given that they were sharing this fascinatingly unique experience. "Mine is Rónán. If you were wondering."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:51 am
A part of her wanted to tell her manager she had to leave for a family emergency, power up, and see if she could sense anything that was out of the ordinary. At least before Alex got up and got it into her head she needed to be a hero or something.
But she needed the money. She needed to stay on and finish her last few performances. Get her money, get out of there. A few more hours wouldn't hurt, right? Lost in her thoughts, she turned to the guy after a moment, blinking a little as he took the colors and abnormality with such... laughter, humor, lightness.
He wasn't from around here, was he?
A slight smile twitched her lips. "Conspiracy theorists are a dime a dozen in this city, don't you already know that? This place gives them their bread and butter daily." Though the theories would be amusing to read later once things got up and running through the mills.
A larger smile pulled at her lips, amused as he gave such a cocksure grin, amused as he made the introduction. There was a line, but was he crossing it? Not yet. Beneath the shifting lights, her face was lit with smug amusement, curiosity. That wasn't a typical name there. "Kailey. Yet to see who's pleasure it is to meet you, Rónán." She spoke his name with a light lit gained from her years of learning Irish and few times spent on the island. Watching how the lights played along his smug, pretty face and pale hair, she was struck with the wonder if she was meeting one of the fae, if this city stood upon such a crossroads. It'd explain it all--all the magic, all the tragedy, all the horrors and wonder.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 2:47 pm
Rónán shrugged, amusement still tinting his features. It was true, yes, Destiny City had all the fodder in the world for a determined conspiracist. How many of them, he wondered, thought they had the answer to the war? Thought they knew what was going on?
They had no idea, he was sure.
“They are at that,” he said lightly, looking back up at the sky. It was certainly something he had never seen before; the lights made for a unique night. A good one, he suspected, to be Lionel, because people would be out gawking. Finding draining victims would be as easy as taking a walk. It would be a shame to miss the end of the shows at the club, but he’d be back, and he would keep an eye out for Kailey.
It was always nice to meet someone who didn’t stumble over his name.
“I can say that it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you,” he said, and he gave her a wink. “But don’t let me take up any more of your time,
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 2:57 pm
Though she had to leave, it was true, it was hardly going to be the last time she'd encounter the man she'd, at least in her mind, deemed a passing fae. Rónán, in turn, would upon his next visit to Red Moon find a napkin accompanying a free refill of his drink with a kiss and a number written across it, a simple line of Auroras can be omens - good or bad? beneath that.
Luck was not on her side in many ways, yet it didn't keep her from enjoying life, and seeing what sort of fortune, or misfortune, might yet be encountered through games with the unknown.
Not in a city built on crossroads.
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