๐ก Liliana Swann ๐ก
tourist; PI | 28 | location: train station | tags: Claire | mentions: Rike
"hello! are you alright?"
The faint voice had Liliana whipping around to face the direction it had come from. A figure approaching the platform. On instinct, she slipped a throwing knife from her wrist sheath into the palm of her hand. Huh. There are people in this town. As the person drew closer, Liliana was able to make out certain features. Long ginger hair flowing down their back. A smattering of freckles across a concerned face. Maybe I wasn't imagining things after all.
"I'm fine, thanks," she shot back gruffly. "Drama queen over there seems to think the driver's dead." More likely, there's an issue with the train itself. Still - if someone was really dead, should she investigate? It could easily have been a heart attack. If the driver was, in fact, deceased. But there was something off about the town they had stopped in. She recalled one of the other passengers saying that it hadn't been on their map. Maybe I should go back and check it out. A peek back inside told her that someone else already had the idea, and he wasn't the sort she wanted to hang around. What in the hell is a wealthy-looking guy like that doing on public transportation? Europeans never failed to amaze her. I'll just leave the driver to him then, and get the info later. If it turns out being my kind of case, I guess I'll look into it. She was after something very specific though, and she doubted the potential murder of some train conductor would fit the book.
โ Amelia Porter โง
resident; librarian | location: Lethe Public Library | tags: Tavie
Amelia nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a familiar voice. Her elbow bumped a stack of books, sending the top two sliding down behind the desk with an audible thud. The face she turned to see was oddly familiar - different, but familiar nonetheless. "Yes - I - um - greetings, Dr. Tavie! Today - oh, the travellers! Yes. I have had - dreams. Portents. Premonitions - um - right. Sorry. You gave me a bit of a fright if I'm being entirely honest." A nervous, breathy laugh puffed out through her lips. "M-Meet them? I - well, I was just going to let - well yes, I suppose I -" She took a deep inhale to compose herself. "What I mean to say is, that would be splendid. Let me just tidy up here quickly and I'll join you."
The only thing that really needed tidying was the fallen books she'd dislodged when she'd been startled just moments ago. It took a mere few seconds to place them back atop their stack; a group of returned books to be sorted through later. "There. That'll do for now. Um - are we ready?" Her heart pounded at the thought of meeting new people. Equal parts excitement and terror. The great beast. The man with the skeleton on his back. The one who smells of dispair. Her visions played inside her head like an old movie, only further compounding her anxiety. "Jolly - Jolly good. Let's just get this over with, then."
โ Cami Rivera โ
resident; forensic scientist/mechanic | location: her house โ street | tags: ghost npcs; open
Cami was not a morning person. Not before caffeine, that was. So when a cacophony of voices coming from the other side of the wall invaded her peaceful slumber, she couldn't help but be a little grumpy.
They are here - train - interlopers - encroaching on our little town -
"Everyone quiet!"
The spirits jolted to attention, almost as if they hadn't expected that someone living would be listening in. They should have been used to that by now.
Cami slid her petite feet into her shark-shaped slippers as she pushed herself out of bed. A glimpse of herself in the mirror told her that her dark hair was a tangled mess. But there were more important things than taming her wild mane. "Coffee first. Then hair and makeup."
She shuffled into the kitchen, casting a look at the chattering spirits in her living room. Perks of a mostly open floorplan. "Hey guys. If you're gonna talk here, can you guys at least wait until I've had my morning coffee? Pleeease?" She batted her eyelashes, letting her big doe eyes do their work.
A few shoulders were shrugged, a few nods in assent.
"Thanks!" She beamed a radiant smile at the group of ghosts before turning back to the kitchen. And more importantly - the coffeemaker.
As she prepared the warm liquid, she started to talk without so much as a glance over her shoulder. "Also - guys. Kinda rude, dontcha think? Maybe they're nice! You shouldn't go judging people just because they're strangers. I was a stranger once too, y'know."
A few of the people standing around Cami's living room muttered reluctant agreements under their nonexistent breath.
The coffee was brewing now, and it would be rude not to offer some to her guests. "Do you guys want anything? Oh wait, right! I'm so so sorry, I totally forgot for a second there."
It's alright - no worries - we like the smell - some of us do.
Cami shot them a fond smile before turning back to her coffee. The actual coffee part was done. Now, to top it off with milk, pop it in the microwave, and add some chocolate syrup. Homemade mocha latte. She could always just go out for coffee - she definitely would later - but making it herself added a little something to her morning routine. She would have normally thrown on some music in addition, but she wasn't sure if the spirits would take well to Alice Cooper.
When the chocolatey confection was complete, she took a long, deep sniff and an equally long, deep sip. "Okay now you guys can talk. What's this about new people?"
Visitors - the train - Gwyn - interlopers -
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down! You guys know I can only understand you when you're talking one at a time."
A pleasant morning conversation with the local apparitions informed Cami that there were indeed new visitors in town - they'd just arrived, by the sound of it. "Oh shoot! I don't want to be late to meet them!" The petite scientist threw on a pair of paint-spattered jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt sporting a bumblebee design with the words "Bee Kind" printed across the chest. A quick taming of her impressive bedhead and some winged eyeliner later, she was pulling on her combat boots and heading out the door. "Be good while I'm gone!" She called back to the ghosts. "You guys can stay as long as you like. There are snacks in the - oops sorry! I forgot again. Anyway - see ya!" With that, the short young woman put a pair of cat-eared headphones over her ears and bounded in the direction of the train station.
tourist; PI | 28 | location: train station | tags: Claire | mentions: Rike
"hello! are you alright?"
The faint voice had Liliana whipping around to face the direction it had come from. A figure approaching the platform. On instinct, she slipped a throwing knife from her wrist sheath into the palm of her hand. Huh. There are people in this town. As the person drew closer, Liliana was able to make out certain features. Long ginger hair flowing down their back. A smattering of freckles across a concerned face. Maybe I wasn't imagining things after all.
"I'm fine, thanks," she shot back gruffly. "Drama queen over there seems to think the driver's dead." More likely, there's an issue with the train itself. Still - if someone was really dead, should she investigate? It could easily have been a heart attack. If the driver was, in fact, deceased. But there was something off about the town they had stopped in. She recalled one of the other passengers saying that it hadn't been on their map. Maybe I should go back and check it out. A peek back inside told her that someone else already had the idea, and he wasn't the sort she wanted to hang around. What in the hell is a wealthy-looking guy like that doing on public transportation? Europeans never failed to amaze her. I'll just leave the driver to him then, and get the info later. If it turns out being my kind of case, I guess I'll look into it. She was after something very specific though, and she doubted the potential murder of some train conductor would fit the book.
โ Amelia Porter โง
resident; librarian | location: Lethe Public Library | tags: Tavie
Amelia nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a familiar voice. Her elbow bumped a stack of books, sending the top two sliding down behind the desk with an audible thud. The face she turned to see was oddly familiar - different, but familiar nonetheless. "Yes - I - um - greetings, Dr. Tavie! Today - oh, the travellers! Yes. I have had - dreams. Portents. Premonitions - um - right. Sorry. You gave me a bit of a fright if I'm being entirely honest." A nervous, breathy laugh puffed out through her lips. "M-Meet them? I - well, I was just going to let - well yes, I suppose I -" She took a deep inhale to compose herself. "What I mean to say is, that would be splendid. Let me just tidy up here quickly and I'll join you."
The only thing that really needed tidying was the fallen books she'd dislodged when she'd been startled just moments ago. It took a mere few seconds to place them back atop their stack; a group of returned books to be sorted through later. "There. That'll do for now. Um - are we ready?" Her heart pounded at the thought of meeting new people. Equal parts excitement and terror. The great beast. The man with the skeleton on his back. The one who smells of dispair. Her visions played inside her head like an old movie, only further compounding her anxiety. "Jolly - Jolly good. Let's just get this over with, then."
โ Cami Rivera โ
resident; forensic scientist/mechanic | location: her house โ street | tags: ghost npcs; open
Cami was not a morning person. Not before caffeine, that was. So when a cacophony of voices coming from the other side of the wall invaded her peaceful slumber, she couldn't help but be a little grumpy.
They are here - train - interlopers - encroaching on our little town -
"Everyone quiet!"
The spirits jolted to attention, almost as if they hadn't expected that someone living would be listening in. They should have been used to that by now.
Cami slid her petite feet into her shark-shaped slippers as she pushed herself out of bed. A glimpse of herself in the mirror told her that her dark hair was a tangled mess. But there were more important things than taming her wild mane. "Coffee first. Then hair and makeup."
She shuffled into the kitchen, casting a look at the chattering spirits in her living room. Perks of a mostly open floorplan. "Hey guys. If you're gonna talk here, can you guys at least wait until I've had my morning coffee? Pleeease?" She batted her eyelashes, letting her big doe eyes do their work.
A few shoulders were shrugged, a few nods in assent.
"Thanks!" She beamed a radiant smile at the group of ghosts before turning back to the kitchen. And more importantly - the coffeemaker.
As she prepared the warm liquid, she started to talk without so much as a glance over her shoulder. "Also - guys. Kinda rude, dontcha think? Maybe they're nice! You shouldn't go judging people just because they're strangers. I was a stranger once too, y'know."
A few of the people standing around Cami's living room muttered reluctant agreements under their nonexistent breath.
The coffee was brewing now, and it would be rude not to offer some to her guests. "Do you guys want anything? Oh wait, right! I'm so so sorry, I totally forgot for a second there."
It's alright - no worries - we like the smell - some of us do.
Cami shot them a fond smile before turning back to her coffee. The actual coffee part was done. Now, to top it off with milk, pop it in the microwave, and add some chocolate syrup. Homemade mocha latte. She could always just go out for coffee - she definitely would later - but making it herself added a little something to her morning routine. She would have normally thrown on some music in addition, but she wasn't sure if the spirits would take well to Alice Cooper.
When the chocolatey confection was complete, she took a long, deep sniff and an equally long, deep sip. "Okay now you guys can talk. What's this about new people?"
Visitors - the train - Gwyn - interlopers -
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down! You guys know I can only understand you when you're talking one at a time."
A pleasant morning conversation with the local apparitions informed Cami that there were indeed new visitors in town - they'd just arrived, by the sound of it. "Oh shoot! I don't want to be late to meet them!" The petite scientist threw on a pair of paint-spattered jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt sporting a bumblebee design with the words "Bee Kind" printed across the chest. A quick taming of her impressive bedhead and some winged eyeliner later, she was pulling on her combat boots and heading out the door. "Be good while I'm gone!" She called back to the ghosts. "You guys can stay as long as you like. There are snacks in the - oops sorry! I forgot again. Anyway - see ya!" With that, the short young woman put a pair of cat-eared headphones over her ears and bounded in the direction of the train station.