( open ) ♕ ❝ a place in the clouds ❞

[gasping]

CHARACTERS: caroline forbes & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city, ft: deja brew.
WARNINGS: none yet.
SUMMARY: catch-all log post for january & february.

♕ deja brew.

( first things first: caroline forbes cannot — will not — live in a shoebox apartment. not if she can help it, anyway, and a careful perusal of her cadelle welcome kit says that moving out is both totally possible and easy... provided she has the right funds. which, of course, she doesn't have here, because her bank account didn't exactly transfer over. normally, that wouldn't be too much of an issue, what with her enhanced abilities of persuasion at work... but for whatever reason, that hasn't been working out so well here. mostly, trying just gives her a headache.

so it's back to the old standard for caroline, and while the employment office had been quick to point out a few places that could likely use her help, she wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of coming to a new place only to venture into food service. not that there was anything wrong with waitressing. it just wasn't her idea of a good time.

the locations directory in her phone doesn't give her many ideas, so rather than linger in her tiny apartment any longer than necessary, caroline decides to do things the old-fashioned way. she'll just walk around and find places that seem interesting, and once found, she'll ask if they're hiring. how hard could that be?

well, fast-forward two hours later, and she knows exactly what it could be: exhausting, and boring, which is worse. sinking into a booth at deja brew with a freshly steamed latte is just the ticket to feeling decidedly less miserable about this entire thing, right? it might also help to talk to people. people like the person whose walking path just crossed into her field of vision. )

Hi. Do you work here? ( a pause, and she corrects: ) Not, like, here here. In the city. Do you have a job?

♕ wildcard.

( if you'd like something specific with caroline, please let me know! semicolons / hartbeat#2740 on discord / pm, whatever floats your boat! )

Comments

[wildkingdom]

[Wow this girl is sunshine on steriods. Malia doesn't really know what to do with it, but if she wants to hang out then ... sure. She'd never say no to more friends.]

Sure.

[But since they're going to be hanging out ...]

So why do you smell like you're dead?

[gasping]

( what is wrong with the hale family, and why do none of them know how to say things in a way that doesn't make her choke on her drink? )

Um. ( well. honesty is the best policy, isn't it? and she's already told one cousin the truth, so she might as well tell the other one too. ) Because I am?

Undead, technically, I guess. But I died. ( a slight shrug. ) And then came back to life, because that's what vampires do.

[wildkingdom]

Oh.

[And because she may feel slightly bad about outing her as a member of the supernatural:]

I'm a werecoyote.

[gasping]

( werewolf, that caroline knows. she knew about guys who turn into wolves on the full moon, usually dark haired and scruffy looking — maybe that's a sign? a mental note to ask when she gets back to mystic falls — but girls? and werecoyotes? well, that's not so familiar. )

Is that... related to the werewolf? Or just a weird cousin fluke?

[wildkingdom]

[She gives a shrug because all shifters are kind of related somehow, but it's not like she knows the genealogy of it.]

My dad was a werewolf, but my mom was a werecoyote. It's a separate thing, I think.