she's a siren in the night, with streaks of red and blue

[realists]

WHO: gaby, jyn, & silena
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: dec 20, 2511 through jan 1ish, 2512
WHAT: open & closed catch all for ooc sept & october
NOTES OR WARNINGS: please see individual threads for applicable warnings

( catch all for these girls, for dreams and more. hit me up at the cr meme or via discord @ baleinette#3692 or pm for an individual starter or just drop your own starter in here )

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GABY » OPEN PROMPTS!

[myownwoman]

solstice party

[ as far as she is concerned, the solstice party is simply an excuse for socially accepted drinking. the meat is also a nice selling feature. it hasn't been that long, but once she smells the meat her mouth waters enough to necessitate piling some on her plate. she sits on one of the futons, she ignores the tattooed people milling about, she drinks probably too much but she doesn't wobble when she stands so she is clearly fine.

at least drinking makes her feel more open to conversation and her practiced smiles come easily, though in all honesty she won't initiate the conversation on her own. them's the breaks. ]

working 9-5

[ where she is most at home, aside from her home, is at her job at the altena garage. switching from 1963 to the future has been a bit of a learning curve, but she learns quickly and studies every manual and the new endeavor is something to distract her so she falls into it easily. her boss is an easy going fellow, he lets her work on her own as long as she works in a timely manner.

luckily her soviet-german education instilled a powerful work ethic.

half the time she can be found elbow deep in a hover bike or with her head stuck in the guts of one of the many hover cars that had fallen from the sky during the emp blast. sometimes she takes her break outside, eating a sandwich under the shade of the awning.

despite working on bikes and cars every day, gaby walks to and from work, and she detours through the bloem district on the regular. for a spy (former spy?) she generally keeps to a regular schedule so it isn't hard to spot her walking home every day as the sun sets behind the wall. ]

wildcard

( do yo thang! )

JYN ✧ OPEN PROMPTS!

[realists]

𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

[ there is meat, jyn is there like some kind of human bloodhound. jyn doesn't like parties, but she likes meat so she'll take the L on this and suffer through forced socialization solely so she can come home with her second and third helpings of goat. it's delicious.

maybe you spot her going up for seconds, maybe you spot her leaving the party with the plate of meat. all three days. don't judge her! this city has 40 million people, they better have made enough for everyone and if they didn't then that is not jyn's fault.

she died, this is her fair share. ]

𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

[ jyn has been working through lunches recently because she is playing catch up -- making up for the few days she missed when she and marcos "had the plague", as was their excuse. something like that. a plague-ish illness. she is pretty sure her supervisor thinks she is sleeping with marcos since she also got him the job interview in the first place, but jyn doesn't care.

when she isn't working through lunch and eating in the office, she heads to the park between her office and her apartment and eats in the park. she likes the grass, it was zerzura's only selling feature as far as she is concerned, and she likes to watch her trees grow. she also likes to scroll through her news feed whilst she takes in the fresh air. ]

What the hell is happening on Mars?

𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍

( do yo thang! )

SILENA ♥ OPEN PROMPTS

[chocolateries]

→ christmas in the safehouse

[ silena is doing her best to make the most of the holidays. it's her first christmas on her own, without her father or camp and she misses him and her siblings and charlie. but aphrodite is all about spreading love and beauty and even if silena doesn't really like her mother, she stands by that idea.

in the lead up to the holiday, she can be found on her tiptoes on a stool, stretching to carefully hang fairy lights along the walls on the future version of command hooks because she doesn't know if this is like a college dorm situation where she's not allowed to drill holes in the wall. also she doesn't own a drill or any other power tools so she is doing what she can on a shoestring budget: fairy lights and red and white flowers she steals from the bloem district in the middle of the night.

stealth flower arranging.

she is also hard at work stringing lights and semi-sheer curtains around her own bunk so she has a semblance of privacy but, again, she is not tall and she is struggling with the small stool. maybe she should get a chair. maybe she is going to fall off and concuss herself. anything can happen. ]

→ chocolate chip everything

[ inspired by peter disparaging carob, silena takes it upon herself to bake too many sheets of carob cookies, letting her power do its thing and alter the flavor so they actually taste like chocolate chip and the texture is the same.

unlike that time she flavored all the raisins in her oatmeal raisin cookies to chocolate.

once the cookies are made and a new batch is set to cooking, she plates the still warm cookies and brings them around the safe house, leaving them on the bunks that look lived in with a neural tag that says happy christmas, xoxo silena and lists the ingredients in case anyone has an allergy.

when she isn't making chocolate chip cookies, she is still in the kitchen taking advantage of her power, turning warm oat milk (with cacao power for coloring) into the creamiest, most delicious hot chocolate on the planet. it comes with a variety of spices for extra flavor! nutmeg, cinnamon, chili powder, pumpkin spice, cayenne, vanilla! it's a hot cocoa bar, basically, and silena is happy to serve it up to whomever asks. ]

→ wildcard

( do yo thang! )

chocolate everywhere.

[evasives]

[ cassian stops by the safehouse every now and then, to check in, to bring some supplies, to see if there are any new familiar faces. nothing really changes, except this time he smells... chocolate. that's a rare scent, given the rarity of the necessary cacao and cocoa. it wasn't exactly common back home either, but it's even harder to find in new amsterdam. ]

[ he moves into the kitchen, following after the smell, and stumbles upon silena in the throes of cooking and baking and just generally going to town and making the room smell delicious. ]

Is there a black market for chocolate I have not discovered yet?

[chocolateries]

Yes.

[ so casual in her delivery, but she is in the middle of measuring flour and trying not to sneeze at the same time. she barely manages, scraping a knife across the top of the cup and dumping the flour in the bowl before she immediately turns away to sneeze into her elbow. ]

It's me.

[ she moves to the sink to blow her nose and so she can wash her hands. ] Apparently that is my new power, I can make stuff taste like chocolate.

[ and cherry coke, but that is not as cool. ]

closed to cassian » know the place i’m leaving and the rest just is gone

[myownwoman]

altena garage, new amsterdam, 2511

[ cassian isn't a plumber but when the plants start coming out of the pipes in the washroom, gaby's boss calls velde & sons. well he thinks about calling, he talks about calling, but what happens in actuality is that he waffles so much gaby becomes frustrated and simply walks next door to ask them in person.

even wearing greasy coveralls and a scarf tied around her hair, good posture and an irritated air make gaby look like any haughty white woman that thinks she knows best. the receptionist doesn't seem bothered, but luckily gaby is polite and it becomes clear her frustration is with her indecisive employer and not much the plumbing issues. she'll use the washroom at the tea shop down the road if need be, but it would be nicer to have their own sink free.

a couple minutes after gaby explains, the receptionist returns with a man gaby recognizes from the aftermath of the emp blast and also from a poorly attempted dare at daisy's sinterklaas party. ]

Hello, Mr Andor.

[evasives]

[ he might not be a plumber, but it doesn't mean his company doesn't have some plumbers on hand, and it doesn't mean he hasn't already picked up some of the basics himself too. there's a reason auden likes him as an apprentice, and it's how quickly he learns. ]

[ cassian recognizes the woman and potential customer immediately, because he never forgets a face, especially one who tried to be sneaky at him. ]

Ms. Teller. I am on the clock, I have no drinks here for you to steal. [ yes his tone is definitely more teasing. ]

[myownwoman]

I have drinks in my locker.

[ true? maybe not. gaby isn't bad enough to drink on the clock, especially since working is relaxing for her. ]

I am not here for your drink this time, our pipes are clogged next door. Those plants are making our washrooms unusable. Some of those men do not need another excuse to not wash their hands.

[ please save her, cassian andor, you're her only hope. ]

closed to daisy » into the car baby bleed the gas, fast is fast never turning back

[myownwoman]

barbie dream house, new amsterdam, 2511

[ christmas dictates the sharing of gifts, that is the way of things. gaby thought she'd have a bit more time -- it was only july when she'd left east berlin, after all -- but the season is upon them. which finds gaby and daisy shopping on christmas eve like a pair of assholes.

at this point, croissants in hand and perched on a bench back in the apartment building's lobby, they're mostly people watching with their parcels spread around them. an old lady passes, talking to her equally old lady friend: "She had a stroke in Tesco, fell right into the salad bar."

gaby has to physically cover her mouth to keep from cackling out loud. old women are a riot on a bad day, absurd and always slightly racist, but this is a good day for overhearing the conversations of old ladies.

gaby is wiping tears of laughter from her eyes when she questions: ] Do you think I have to buy my fake family a Christmas present?

[evite]

[ daisy considers the question for a whopping seven seconds — which is, coincidentally, the exact amount of time it takes her to chew her croissant bite, swallow, and then open her mouth again — before she answers. ]

I think you should wait to buy Peter a gift until after the second date, probably.

[ and then she goes back to eating her croissant, because she is an asshole. this has already been discussed, it is a fact. ]

I didn't buy Illya a gift, though. [ she made it. ] If he gets mad, I'm pitching him off the balcony.

[myownwoman]

[ instead of insisting they are not going on a date -- she hasn't been asked, daisy! -- gaby ignores the answer to the question she asked. ]

I do not think Illya would ever expect a gift. He is not very materialistic.

[ his watch made him see red, but daisy has that already. ]

closed to carol » we can go buzzin’ rooftops all night long, we’re gone and never coming down

[myownwoman]

east berlin, german democratic republic, 1963

[ the garage is dim, grease stained walls curving into an arch like the inside of a cylinder, the remnants of an old brick armory turned garage, lit with caged light bulbs strung up from the ceiling. desks are piled high with paperwork is looks like no one bothers to do and cups of coffee that don't seem to get finished. there is a hum of activity from all around, the whir of a saw, the tap tap of wrenches, the creak of chains.

and a pair of skinny, coverall clad legs poking out from underneath an absolutely gorgeous green car with too much horsepower under the (open) hood. ]

[flyfightwin]

[carol's been across the galaxy, seen the inside of many a mechanic shop, turned a few wrenches herself when she was younger. the scenery is familiar even though she's not quite sure just how she got here, or why this garage has paper.

the most dismaying thing to her upon settling in new amsterdam had been the reliance on all things electronic. the earth she remembers still likes the tactile nature of spiral bound notebooks and bills, even if that's changing surely as she's trapped in the future in what may or may not be another universe. but this place feels a little like her childhood. no computers in sight. she inhales deeply, smiles at the lingering scent of motor oil and gasoline.

she's not alone, the clang of metal on metal tells her as much. carol follows the sound until she finds a masterpiece of a car, and someone busy toiling away beneath it.

she reaches out to touch the vintage (to her) car, hums softly as she admires the lines, the chrome, the artistry of an era long gone.]

Nice ride. Little bit flashy though, don't you think?

[myownwoman]

[ gaby slides out from under the car quickly, frown already settled on her expression before she points her wrench at carol and snaps: ]

No.

[ and slides right back under the car to continue her work. luckily for carol it only takes gaby another couple of moments to realize that Something Is Off and she slides slowly out again, mouth pinched. this is happening.

again. ]

Hello Carol.

closed to kovacs » fear will be undone on the path of chosen ones getting even

[myownwoman]

vinciguerra island, italy, 1963

[ gaby dreams about the island more often than she'd like, waking up drenched in sweat instead of rain, chest hollow with loss. she is used to the dream by now but something about this is different, some frisson of tension in the air. the helicopter lands atop the fortress and someone other than just her father is waiting for her, jarring her to lucidity immediately as she steps out of the helicopter and pulls her sunglasses off.

alexander doesn't so much as blink at the interloper, as if he is meant to be there, leading her by the elbow to her father. he looks between them. "I'll let you two get reacquainted."

he moves aside with his bodyguards, leaving gaby with her father and takeshi fucking kovacs. he looms well enough, especially over her short father, maybe alexander assumed he is simply one of the many guards. victoria was the mastermind, gaby doesn't doubt alexander didn't know everyone on their payroll.

she strides past her father, grabbing kovacs' arm on her way, pulling him toward the table. professor teller follows. ]

It won't happen again, [ she snips under her breath, mimicking his tone from the other night. it wasn't that long ago, was it? she doesn't remember, if feels ages ago and moments ago at the same time. ]

[resleeves]

Where the fuck am I?

[ this place looks fucking primitive and backwards. it's all muted colors and suits and ties and he hates it. where the fuck is he and why is he here with her?

okay, maybe he knows why since she'd showed up in his goddamn dream but that should have been a one time goddamn thing. ]

What the hell did you do to bring me here?

[myownwoman]

We are in Italy and I did not do anything.

[ her father looks between them with a bemused expression. "Gaby..." he starts, clearly at a loss for what to say to his estranged daughter in light of her arguing with a crass stranger. "Do you know him?" ]

He is a friend, father. I would like you to meet Takeshi Kovacs. [ she scowls at kovacs, but the anger is tempered by something fragile she wishes the anger could hide. she would not like either of these men to meet, but despite knowing it is a dream she can't help the instinct to play her part to the best of her ability. all the emotions rushing back. there is a warhead to disarm, an arm's race to interrupt, a father to save. ] Takeshi, this is my father, Udo Teller.

[ nonplussed, professor teller nonetheless still holds out his hand to shake, murmuring "pleased to meet you" in german because manners are so ingrained that confusion cannot shake the habit. ]

closed to peter ♥ you're probably dreaming that you're flying on

[chocolateries]

→ camp half blood, long island, new york

[ fresh salty air breezes through the trees, bringing the scent of strawberries itching to be picked and the sharpness of the surrounding pine trees. it's sunny; a beautiful, cloudless summer day, but the heat is blessedly cut with that cool breeze coming off the sound.

to his right and behind him is a forest, looming ominously. the longer he looks the more the trees seem to move, maybe there's the shadow of an enormous creature lumbering past. to his left is a rustic building with a pile of broken armor just outside the door, an arrow pierced into the roof, an armory.

ahead of him is a pale wooden building, well kept, the rustle of animals inside, the clip clop of hooves across hard packed dirt. before he can move toward it, a shadow passes over him, circling, and as he looks up to spot the bird, plane, or superman, it swoops down and lands in front of him with a thunder of hooves and the rush of enormous wings that settle quickly to reveal a teenage girl with long black curls and bright blue eyes, wearing an orange tee shirt and jeans, and sitting bareback astride a pure white horse, wings tucking protectively around silena's legs. a pegasus. ]

Peter!

[thwipandrelease]

[he's had dreams like this before, of places that he's never been, but few have been so nice. okay so that's a lie. zerzura was nice even if it was a bit painful. but this dream is lovely.

the temperature is perfect, the air is crisp and clean (unlike the smog riddled air back home) and if it weren't for things like a giant winged creature in the sky, he'd think this was maybe somewhere he'd been on vacation once before. upstate or something.

he doesn't recognize the hair, but her voice is familiar.

peter raises his head to the sky and shouts at the top of his lungs.]

Silena! Is that a flying horse? [peter, they're called pegasuses. pegasi? listen he didn't pay much attention during mythology 101. forgive his ignorance.]

[chocolateries]

Pegasus! His name is Bellerophon.

[ it is the most contrary pegasus name considering that in the myths bellerophon falls from a pegasus and lives the rest of his life blind and in misery, but silena refuses to apologize for it. her pegasus is as arrogant as the great hero, he is well named.

she leads him to the ground, smiling at peter. the horse's tail swishes and his ears tuck back, but silena tuts and runs her fingers through his mane. ]

Don't be rude, Bell.

closed to marcos ♥ don’t you see the kingdom? hold your crown so high and come and bury me

[chocolateries]

→ battle of manhattan, new york city, new york

[ welcome to new york! empire state of mind is most assuredly playing somewhere but maybe in tribeca.

as is stands, marcos finds himself in a cluster of forty teenagers standing in the lobby of the empire state building. all of them are wearing different kinds of full greek armor, a number of them with orange tee shirts underneath their breast plates and helmets tucked under their arms. every single teenage child is armed, from several different kinds of swords to bows to knifes and spears and the stray battle ax or crossbow.

the kids are grouped into clusters -- a group of serious looking children with grey eyes, a solemn group of kids with serious muscles and a number of forge burns, a group with every single teen armed with a bow and quiver full of arrows, and a small cluster of absolutely beautiful teenagers that look like they could be instagram models. in front of those pretty teens is silena, pink and red armor making her look like guerrilla warfare barbie with a sword at her hip, bright blue eyes hard and determined, long black curls tied into a braid with a blue ribbon holding the wayward curls back like a headband.

being cute and powerful is actually very important to her.

one of the teenagers, a boy with black hair and stormy green eyes, strides to the front desk to pressure the security guard to let them into the elevator to the 600th floor: "Forty demigods attract an awful lot of monsters. You really want us hanging out in your lobby?"

while he is convincing the guard to let them go through without passing through the metal detector, silena turns, presumably looking for someone, and finds marcos, eyes going wide before she pushes her way through the crowd toward him. ]

What are you doing here?

[heliophilous]

Uh.

[ yes, that is marcos' very eloquent to silena's question. he honestly has no clue what he's doing here. he doesn't know how he got here except...

a dream. it has to be a dream. just like the one he'd pulled bobbi into and similar to what he'd seen with caroline. this was something personal of silena's and he blinks at the people around him. they look like they're preparing for some kind of battle but they also look young. ]

I don't know. [ silena is the only one he recognizes. ] I have no idea what I'm doing here. Where is here?

[chocolateries]

The Empire State building. Haven't you been?

[ demigods have dreams sometimes, visions sometimes too, so silena doesn't think much of it past the shock of seeing her dad marcos in her dream. he isn't the tallest of the bunch, but he definitely the oldest, by a long shot.

silena herself is one of the eldest teens so that is saying something.

her mouth slants into a brief frown before she steals herself for the clusterfudge that is about to happen as percy gets the go ahead for them to all pile into the elevator -- in two groups -- to the 600th floor. it's fine, the empire state building totally has 600 floors.

silena waits with the second group so she has a bit more time to figure out what to do. this has already happened before, she knows what happens. she was here three weeks ago. ]

Stick with me. It's going to get very weird, very quickly.

closed to roxas ♥ as god is my witness we could dodge the danger

[chocolateries]

→ camp half blood, long island, new york

[ the clamor of a flock of teenagers is deafening for a moment until the dream coalesces into a clear image: a flock of teenagers in various and sundry greek battle armor, half armed, huddled around a bearded centaur reminding them of the rules of capture the flag whilst two of the teens hold aforementioned flags -- one a shimmering grey embroidered with an owl perched on an olive tree, the other crimson and painted with a bloody spear and a boar's head.

the girl standing next to roxas in pink and red armor like camo barbie, has her long dark hair braided with a red ribbon, face paint somehow delicate and pretty despite looking ready for war. whomever this girl is, she looks both cute and powerful, hand gripped around a bronze sword surrounded by a faint golden glow, dim in the still bright summer evening sun.

"HEROES!" the centaur bellows, hammering his hoof on the marble of the columned dining pavilion. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"

the centaur's arms spread and the tables are suddenly covered with helmets and swords and spears and shields. a shiver runs down the spine of the girl next to roxas as she turns slowly to look at him. ]

You're not supposed to be here.

[recompleted]

[Roxas knows he's dreaming, and that's the funny part, because it feels so much clearer and makes more sense than any dream he can recall. Except not much about this makes sense — he's in a place he's never been and has no reason to dream about. The girl beside him looks...maybe familiar? He might have seen her in passing, or maybe she just resembles someone he's met. Hard to say.]

I know.

[He looks at the spread of weapons. No, no, no. They look plenty effective, but they're not his. His is still gone.]

Are you?