describe your chars routine and what they'd do with their time.

Cami gently reached out to find her cell phone and turn off the blaring aria that told her it was 6:30. She sat up, grateful that her hair was shorted and not the tangled mess it had been two weeks ago. Before she so much as swung her feet out of bed, she thought of how wonderful it was to have another day, with her friends, her father and nature. Cami used to think about mother first when waking up but that had given way to this over the years. With the practice of routine, she prepared her backpack, with its textbooks, homework, earbuds for her phone stashed on the side and the copy of Aurelius's Meditations she had stashed on her nightstand.
Only then did she take the walk down the hallway, slamming her fist against Dad's door, to the responding cry of "I'm awake, I'm awake!" She brushed, flossed and splashed the coldest water she could on her face. By the time she showered, her dad was already downstairs by the time she was out, and she could hear the coffeemaker burbling.
Back in her room, deciding what to wear brought her a strange pleasure. She had enough to choose from that she never got bored, but not enough to stuff her closet. She decided on a bright pink dress. Her mom's 18k gold bracelet complimented it; she couldn't help but think it went with everything she owned. At her dresser, she lightly applied mascara, thin eyeliner, neutral eyeshadow, natural blush and foundation, with soft pink lipstick. Halfway through, Amy texted her to ask what she was wearing. Ripped shorts and a concert T. Her best friend replied simply: Bitch followed by a few tongue-out emojis. Suitably prepared, Cami grabbed her backpack and went downstairs to enjoy a large breakfast. Dad cooked swiftly but more than competently; he'd had six years of practice now. He was still dressed in nightclothes. The small law firm he worked at didn't open 'til 9, and Dad had a knack for procrastination.
Cami left with a promise to text him at lunch, and walked out to meet to meet Sheila and Colin. The boy was typically withdrawn, while his sister always had something nice to say about him.
She turned toward high school, and something seemed to kick in, hastening her steps. Amy always seemed to arrive before her, as if to be the first in line to tell her. Good morning, gorgeous. Cami didn't try to, consciously, but she seemed to wave at all the girls and smile at all the boys on her way to homeroom.
Cami enjoyed English class, perhaps because that's the only one when she didn't text with Amy or her other friends or maybe it was the other way around.s
At lunch, she texted her father, dutifully, that school remained as boring as ever. Cami got some time to walk alone among the trees chewing an apple and watching all the birds she could, trying not to scare them away. By then, her friends had finished eating at the outside tables and came over to join her. Cami encouraged Darlene with her film-project and complimented Uma on her festive polka-dot dress, a praise taken only begrudgingly. Cami launched into her encouragement to get Amy to run for class president, a battle she was slowly winning with the other girls piping in.
Math class with Mrs. Kliegel was its typical exercise in intense concentration and frustrating confusion.
After school, Cami managed to fit it texting Amy, before the latter had to go to cheerleader practice. They decided on a movie night at Amy's--black & white horror, core friends only--and then Cami "happened" to run into Kevin, who found time to talk about roughly anything under the sky except asking her out. Luckily, most of those things were hilarious, and Cami enjoyed the laughter.
She treasured her walks home more slowly than setting out, with the fulfillment of some nebulous accomplishment.
Cami changed into jeans (and a red shirt hanging just off one shoulder) and texted simultaneously with getting her homework out of the way. When her dad finally got home, tie rumpled, Cami fixed them something simple, with some greens that he always complained about. Dad always seemed saddest after dinner, but he always volunteered for dishes.
She left him to do whatever adults do and then started the long walk to Amy's. It cut through the large park that had once been at the center of town but had somehow gotten pushed to the side. Amy texted her about four times. Cami ignored those. Her walk was over too briefly.
Cami, Amy, Darlene and Uma made it exactly halfway through the movie before just piling into Amy's overly large room with its collection of huge teddy bears -- most fit to sit on -- to listen to music and and talk about boys, food, aspirations, ideas for Darlene's next short feature and wider topics like overseas airplanes and the ethics of tree-trimming. At any particular time, one or two of them would be on their phone searching for cute videos or keeping tabs on their boyfriend (only Cami lacked one) or even trying to find summaries of the books they were supposed to read.
About ten, Cami took the long walk back through the trees, using the flashlight on her phone to not trip on roots, since the moon was not out.
Dad was in his armchair reading. Cami gave him a kiss, went upstairs, washed off her make-up, texted Amy good night and pounced into bed to get a little further in the Aurelius she'd had no time to read today, until her eyelids started to slide shut.
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things go on smoothly for 4 or 5 days but she hears reports of problems starting in town... Of young people turning to gangs.

of mysterious disappearances

and something lurking in the shadows.

Cami lay with her feet pulled off to one side, in bed, reading Marcus Aurelius when her phone went off with Mozart’s Little Night Music.
“Hey Amy,” she said, not even taking her eyes off the page.
“Darlene didn’t come home tonight! Her parents called me, and I told them I hadn’t seen her and that I would call and ask everyone she knows.”
Cami put down her book and sat up straight.
“I haven’t seen her. Darlene said she was working on her film project tonight, is all I know. And she’s not answering her phone?"
“Straight to voice mail. I’m going to try Uma next. Let me know if you hear anything.”
“Of course,” Cami said as she hung up, feeling a sort of dizziness come over her.
Her friend could be in some sort of trouble.
This could not wait until tomorrow. Cami stood up and grabbed her mother’s bracelet with the sole intent of going out to find Darlene.
Just as she fitted the bracelet over her left wrist, Cami felt a burst of love for Darlene and a surety that this was a task she was up for.
Silk-smooth cloth rose from nowhere and fit itself to her. Cami found herself dressed in a pastel red chiton--of the ancient Greek style--ribboned at her waist and with the half-cloak of a himation draped over her left shoulder.
Cami had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that she believed she could find her missing friend.
She whispered, “Darlene Mason, where are you?”


[OOC: 22:33, Today: Cami Reid rolled 1 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,2,9,5.  Watchful Mind (Int+Investigation-2 Intimacy).]
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She finds Darlene Mason all right the unseen Sense takes her around a bit... till she finds her... whats left of her in some desserted alleyway

A Handful of gnawed bones... and she senses something sinister is still present...

Cami set down her cell phone, which she had been using as a flashlight. With the illumination surrounding her, she looked for Darlene’s cell. Once Cami found it--touching it only through the cloth of her folded himation--she dialed 911 and put the phone on the ground.

Then she snatched up her own phone and proceeded to walk back down the alley the way she had come. Though both greatly saddened and furious, Cami knew she was not yet ready to confront whatever had killed Darlene.

She feels something Sinister in the Shadows but it seems to feel the same way it is not ready to confront her either.

It she senses knowingly allows her to flee but is watching her...

Cami walked the great distance back to her house. She felt exhausted, both physically and spiritually. Her unique outfit dissipated as she unlocked the door. Cami went up the steps and past her father’s shut door. Even his snoring did little to cheer her.

At least Darlene’s family will get some closure, she thought. Cami had done what she promised herself, but she had failed her friend all the same. Had Cami changed earlier than tonight, could she have found the thing in the darkness? Sensed it and warned her friends?

Sleep doused her consciousness faster than usual.

Then she started to dream, only this was no dream like any she had had before. Cami once again wore the chiton. For all the unfamiliar surroundings, she walked forth to try and find someone who could explain all this.

She finds herself surrounded by hills And finds a village soon enough

"A Caravans coming by in a few hours So you know" One of the townspeople says




(Thought we should play through swearing fealty to your Queen)

Cami feels amazement at finding herself in such a place: the village seems to be no mere prop. She converses some with the man who spoke with her, learning that there is a queen who rules here.
“I so wish to meet her.” Cami’s excitement is tempered by the recent, horrendous death of her good friend. She re-focuses on the idea that the queen might offer some advice on how to vanquish that thing she had sensed lurking in the shadows of that alley.
Cami browses the open market while awaiting the caravan, talking with as many of the vendors as she can.
This is truly a realm unto itself, she thinks.
After what seems like an eternity, the caravan arrives in town. Cami introduces herself to the caravan master. “I would certainly wish to travel with you, if you are headed to the queen’s palace. I am new to this world.”
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He nods

Shes given a minor position in the Caravan.


(OOC: The fluff part of mentor will be brought up in play)

She sees someone who smiles at her

"Your a new one?" asks.

"New to the world of the hopeful?"

“The Hopeful?” Cami asks. “Who are they?”

The other man answers, “Why it seems you are one.” He pauses. “Once you see the queen, this might all make more sense to you.”

“I do admit some confusion.”

Waiting for the caravan to depart, Cami mulled over all she had seen. This entire land seemed wonderful, but what she had seen in the alley lingered with her. Whatever she was now involved in, it could be horribly violent.

The caravan finally leaves, then wends its way through other rather quaint towns until finally arriving at the palace.

 She was told to carefully consider which queen to Pledge herself too

Hearts Grants Strength in Social Skills and draws power from stone  Continuity and permanence

Spades Grants power over the wind and Chance. And its followers are somewhat anarchistic.

Swords Draws power From fire and seeks self perfection. Believing that specialization is for insects.

Diamonds Draws power from Water and Ice and uses their keen intellects

Spades has power over wood and the beasts of the Wild.



She eventually Elects Hearts and is puut on the Course to Andarta.

Everything is beautiful and perfect here.

Theirs two uniformed guards by the Gate

"State your business!" Officiously but not cruelly.

“I am one of the Hopeful, newly Blossomed, and I would speak with the queen, if she would grant me an audience,” Cami said. She was willing to wait however long that was.

The trip had given her time to re-double her resolve to find out what that creature that had crept in the dark was.

Nods "With the purpose of pledging fealty?" He asks

"I can move you toward the top of the line to meet her ladyship"


They smile

and it only takes a half hour to meet her Majesty from there


The throne room is both Lavish and Elegant.

She comes before the Queen who smiles brightly to her "Young one you are here"

Impressed by both the grandeur of the throne room and the beauty of the queen, Cami feels a bit overwhelmed. Unsure of the proper etiquette, she curtsies.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” She paused. “Much has been explained to me on my way here, but I suppose one question I have left is why I was chosen for this. Something dark and horrible lurks in the town I come from, and I have no idea how to combat it.”

Her majesty smiles at the Curtsey


"First off dear Are you here to pledge fealty? Lets handle that then whatever is at large in your hometown"

A ceremony where she binds herself to her Queen and her invocation She feels her Transformed Self Shift to become in Accordance with the philosophy of hearts

"You should seek Nakama mates or at least allies in your hometown if you cant find other hopeful Your a grace not a champion Diplomacy is your gift not warfare"


sighs


"That being said, theirs a few charms you should learn to make yourself your family and your neighbours safer."

“Charms?” Cami asks. “Like when I wanted to find my friend, and I just knew where she was?”
She stops, her eyes tearing up. “I don’t want it to get to anyone else I care about.” She looks up at the queen.
“I could do with allies, though, Your Majesty. Who are these Nakama?”

pauses then laughs gently"A Bud indeed!!!  a Nakama my Dear is a group of hopefull that you've bound yourself tightly too in a form of surogate Second Family. It brings a Fusion of Disparate Skills into play and increases your numbers. Its foolish to go into combat without a Nakama if you have a choice" Sighs Shakes head.

"Sadly you may not have one In the next few encounters but look for Nakama mates or simply allies..."

"Anything else Dear?

Cami curtsies again.

"That is so much more than I knew before. Thank you, my queen" she says sincerely. "Now do I just try to wake up or...?" So saying, she tries to do so.

"For now your bound to the Dreamlands Till you can resolve the inner turmoil that brought you here" (Girl Underground condition. Just need 3 more beats)

“Are there many Nobles who have fallen to darkness?” Cami can’t help but blurt out. “Are there dark places in this dreamland?”

The kernel of self-doubt within Cami had already led her to question every interaction she had with her dead friend in the past week. The idea that goodness would triumph held true, but the corners of her inner flame flickered.