Aftermath (Open to Mansion Folk)

[dolemeck]

Two days after the finding out his father was a drunken bastard and a philanderer, Dolemeck failed to show up for class. The past two days had been spent in bed, depressed. The only times he come out were to use the bathroom and go to the kitchen when no one was there to grab something to eat. It was quite a blow to him, as he had idolized his Father. Now realizing the man he thought he knew was a lie, he did not know how to take it.

His Brother Dayton, and Garret of "The Dead Nights" had called to check on him. Dayton had even apologized for lying to him for years about their father. He honestly wished he was told sooner rather than find out on his own, but it was just never anticipated.

Dolemeck had emerged from his bedroom with a box of items that he had kept. Personal items from his father, CD's from the band, posters. He left them beside the door with a makeshift sign that said "Free to a good home" on it. He then moved to go back inside his room, hopefully to put on some clothes. No one would want to see him in a t-shirt, boxers, and his leg braces.

It's not a date? (Open Avengers and Vincent)

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira was scrambling, trying to find something decent to wear, even if technically she was just going to visit Vincent in the lab.  Six outfits later she came out of her room, Lucifer over her shoulder.  She was actually wearing HEELS!  the skirt was tastefully summery and the sleeveless blouse looked more model than rocker.  

"Ugh, I'm already running late,"  She started for the door, dialing for a cab because no way in hell was she going to ride her bike in this get up.  Hopefully no one else in the house would see her dolled up, she had a feeling she'd never live it down.

It is a date!

[hellfire_empath]

It was silly, she knew, but Brooke was nervous. She was seeing Alexander after what seemed to be far too long, but was in actuality only a few weeks. A few weeks during which much had happened. Nothing terribly significant - apart from the wedding of her best friend - but many things, nonetheless.

Brooke stepped out of her Town Car in front of The House and requested the driver to grab a meal for himself. After all, a hungry driver was a bad driver, and it wasn’t as though Brooke was going to be out of the restaurant in fifteen minutes. She checked herself one last time in the mirror of her compact, snapped it shut, and slid it into her clutch. She’d opted for a dress that was less ladylike than her usual style tonight; a body skimming red dress that was equal parts sexy and demure, without looking as though it belonged in Alexander’s sister’s closet.

She exhaled softly through her nose and nodded. She was always nervous before seeing Alexander. Always. There was no good reason for it (except for where he was a demigod and he had that absolutely piercing gaze). She breathed in deeply and reached out with her powers. There, across the way, was someone waiting, calmly, for their check. Brooke pulled on that and used it to calm her nerves, even was the person whose emotions she was pulling from started to get a little agitated.

That was okay. That wasn’t her problem.

Putting on her warmest smile - she had long since learned that being rude to the help wasn’t always in her favor - she walked up to the hostess and asked for the table reserved under her name.