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Born: November 01, 2016 Forum Topics Started: 0
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"Food is magic. You could tell me otherwise, but you'd be wrong. Wanna try the Hearth Fire Tarts?"
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(WIP, I need to draw up a lot of stuff. Truck, menu, idiot? Not sure which order. Moods are in character.

It's weird what happens on Hallow's Eve. Magic is bound to happen. And due to the world's nature, a surprising amount of kindness.

New things spawn when people get together. A collective mix of thoughts and emotions, potent and giddying. When did it start? Did it start with the lowly ganger? One of the many skulking hoodrats. Or was it when the ganger woke up, and woke up again? His dream did not change. Only his focus.


A white food truck drives through Moscow. (And maybe other places) Nothing to name or label it, save from an orange swirly looking confectionery plastered on it. There's a slight figure driving. His face is obscured somehow by his black hoodie. A white apron with a logo matching the truck dispels the little intimidation factor the unnatural shadow about his face may have.

Myron is rather personable when dealing with others as long as he is safely in his truck. Outside of it, he is much more nervous. He seems to be easily confused, impressed and stymied by new things. Every bit as sweet as the food he sells, and will frequently drive into blatantly unsafe and crime-ridden areas despite his panic. Sometimes it's more of a question how he drove the truck during a blizzard or into a shootout rather than why.

If he knows it exists and isn't magically barred from it, he can go there even if it should be physically implausible. This form of "travel" can take from 3 minutes to centuries depending on how well Myron knows the target area and his physical speed. His beloved truck is also much more durable than it looks. The same could be said for the angel himself, but he is adverse to brawling. He'd much rather be making someone's day one sweet confection at a time.

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The Black Rose~The Black Masquerade 2016~ *Closed*
Created by River Song
Elouise Warrock 01/06/17 Myron
You have the best hoodies of anyone in the crew!
Elouise Warrock 01/05/17 Groupchat: The Order
[img attached]
Elouise Warrock 01/04/17 No promises!
Elouise Warrock 01/04/17 I love you.
-scampers off-
To the cookies!
Elouise Warrock 01/04/17 -blinks-
Oh, me? No! Just admiring the new muscles.
...what kind of desserts do you have?
Elouise Warrock 01/02/17 -pokes *new* muscles-
Elouise Warrock 12/30/16 Kool-Aid Gang
Claire, stay you. Cassidy, there are some paper bags in my closet if you need to hide your face.
Can someone iron Jamesonís suits? Heís helpless.
Also, this is my new boyfriend. Todd.
[video attached]
Elouise Warrock 12/24/16 Oh. Phew. I thought you were calling me fat.
-pelts with hard candy-
Happy Hanukkah!
Elouise Warrock 12/24/16 -narrows eyes-
In what way, then?!
Jameson Orlav 12/19/16 [text reply]
Brilliant! Extra points if you can make Elouise look like a Christmas tree.
Elouise Warrock 12/19/16 1 New Message: Elouise

Please don't break any bones! We don't have medical insurance, but Jameson can always poke around in your body cavity if need be.
Elouise Warrock 12/15/16 Groupchat: The Order
Here is a beautiful mosaic of one big Jameson, made up of a bunch of smaller Jamesons.
All Hail.
Elouise Warrock 12/12/16 -slides under door-
Jameson Orlav 12/09/16 Myron
How are things going in the kitchen? Were you able to find the grocery fund?
Jameson Orlav 12/06/16 [text reply]
I am not sure. She might be.
I'm pretty sure she's a total assh-le, though.
Jameson Orlav 12/06/16 1 New Message: Jameson

Sister in the most literal sense.
Apologies in advance.
Summer 12/05/16 His hooded head tilted as he packaged her tart. It was somewhat unnerving, not seeing his expression. It just meant she had to actually listen to his words, really listen, not the half-assed listening that was the default. Chewing on her lip, she squinted and corrected herself. "I mean, we technically had a kitchen. But it wasn't really all that useable. I wouldn't say my childhood home was conducive to that type of learning." Summer barked out a laugh, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's no big deal. There's a big kitchen in the house I live at now, so I suppose it's never too late to start." She paused, then smiled, eyes twinkling. "I think I'll still leave the tarts to you. Why mess with perfection?"

Summer's lack-of-poker face betrayed her emotions. It was her turn to tilt her head in confusion, until a look of realization spread across her face. "Ahh. I was questioning my need for a bag because I want to just eat the tart straight away. Then I got annoyed with myself that I couldn't just wait to eat it like a normal person. I'm glad for the bag. Does it have your logo on it? If it does, I'll be like a walking billboard down the street...only smaller."

Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 *straightens tie*
*dusts self off*
Sorry about that.. We just can't say that word too loudly... She's everywhere.
Elouise Warrock 12/05/16 She squints at him. "Duh, of course I am! He's the only one who won't testify against me." The blonde shoots him a wink before beginning to toddle off.

"Don't worry, no one gets seriously maimed!" She calls back before stopping, index finger tapping her chin. "Well, there was that one time..." With an enigmatic grin and a wave, she continues on her merry way.
Summer 12/04/16 Standing on her toes, she peered into the truck as he packaged the tart, watching. Noticing the details, the little star-like spots were a nice touch. The tart, or rather, the entire interior of the truck smelled heavenly. Smiling serenely, she resumed a normal posture on the flat of her feet.

"I confess I've never much gotten into baking. I have no reason why. I wasn't able to when younger- no access to a kitchen makes it hard." She laughs lightly, a sound that is incongruous to her statement. "I suppose that is fine. That means I get to experience deliciousness like this, made by people who did get to experiment and perfect recipes."

Summer thought longer than was entirely necessary when offered a bag. "Ummm sure. Maybe I should try to savor this one rather than inhaling it on the curb of a street." The look on her face was an expression of confusion and slight annoyance. Like, if someone had something so yummy in a bag, why wouldn't they eat it right away?
Summer 12/04/16 Oh damn. To pick between another Hearth Fire or try something new? Well, Summer S. Summers wasn't one to turn away from adventure. With a lift of her chin, she examined the menu once more.

"I'd like to try a different one. Not that the Hearth Fire didn't demand an encore, but there are a few others I'd like to try. That Citrus Celestial sounds delectable and appropriate." She grinned widely and with some amusement. How apropos. As she dug around in her wallet for more money, she asked, "Do you make all these yourself? Right there in the truck?"
Elouise Warrock 12/04/16 She lets out a disappointed sigh. Not at his arrival, of course not. New people were wonderful! Sobriety, however, was not. "That's okay. I'll just beat up my husband later. If you need anything, just let me know!"
Elouise Warrock 12/04/16 Elouise circles around the hooded newcomer, cerulean orbs squinted into slits. She recognizes him -- or at least, the hood. Of course, one could take it for granted that any encounter made with the blonde was while she was heavily intoxicated, and/or high. To that effect, her memory only served her so well.

"Welcome to The Order! I'm Elouise. The cool one. I'd give you some Kool-Aid but..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "There's a lock on the liquor cabinet. You don't happen to know where the key is, do you?"
Jameson Orlav 12/04/16 Jameson grinned. "No rush. Whenever you get your affairs in order and can head over. You can't miss the place. Its big, heavy, and looks mighty impenetrable."

With a pat to the mans shoulder, Jameson adds before he's on his way, "Happy to have you."
Jameson Orlav 12/04/16 The doctor shakes his head.
"No, English is much more common than you might think. Though Russian is a fun language. If you've the patience, I'd give it a try." Jameson didn't speak Russian, per say, but was fluent in Czech and more traditional forms of Polish. He had grown up there, after all, so it was to be expected.

"Join us. I know my wife will be thrilled to have someone to cook with.. And between you and me, she could probably use a few tips." He coughs suggestively and then laughs, "If you find that its unfavorable, you can always make your way back to the states. What do you say?"
Jameson Orlav 12/04/16 Jameson laughs, hands shaking out in front of him.
"No, not like catering for a party." His eyes narrow quixotically, opening wide immediately after as he realizes that perhaps the man has misunderstood. "Apologies. That must have come off quite rude."

The man takes a large step forward, an extension of his hand offered now in the form of a handshake. He stands tall with squared shoulders, plainly dressed in a dark sweater and black slacks. "Jameson Orlav. I run The Order out of Moscow. We're always looking for interesting people, and if we're being honest our crew could use a good cook.."

He pauses, wondering what kind of incentive would be considered an appropriate sort of offer. "It's cold, but its a busy city. The Christmas bonus is nice as well." He flashes a wide toothed smile.
Summer 12/03/16 "Hmm? Oh!" Looking down, she saw he was right indeed. Looking up at the man in the truck, she laughed at herself. Not taking the napkins just yet, she licked her fingertip and picked up the big pieces. Popping the morsels into her mouth, she grinned. "Waste not, want not!" Licking around her lips, she realized she'd been a bit too enthusiastic in her consuming of the tart. Taking the napkin, she said, "Thank you." Now cleaned up somewhat, she looked back up at the proprietor. His face was in the shadows of his hoodie. Not terribly surprising, as it was cold out and some people just preferred to be in the shadows. Some shadow, as she couldn't see his face at all. Chewing her bottom lip and clutching the used napkin, she tried to decide if she wanted to pester him for another tart. She kind of had this sense that the tarts were 'to go', as in like, take it and leave. But she'd hung around and ate it and now wanted more. Greedy. But was she? That's how he made his living, right? Most proprietors would be more than okay with having some slightly weird (okay mostly weird) chick standing around with a fist full of cash and an appetite for days. Blushing a bit, she stage-whispered, "I want another one!"
Jameson Orlav 12/03/16 You're the guy with the food truck, right?
Ominous treats?
Uncommon goods?
How much to get you in our pocket

.. When I say pocket I mean how do we get you to be our personal food guy.
Summer 11/29/16 Watching as he seemed to get lost in thought, she waited patiently. She did understand getting lost in the tangled labyrinth that was ones mind. Perhaps she was projecting and he had no such inner maze. Some people have all the luck.
Her attention was taken from him to the warm, boxed tart in his hand coming right to her! Her eyes widened with delight. Breathing out her approval, she enthused, "Thank you kindly, sir!" Placing the cash on the counter, she took the tart. The heavenly smell was almost enough to divert her attention from the fact that she didn't order the chocolate cherry tart. Deciding to trick her brain and stomach, Summer wasted no time. Taking a healthy bite out of the end of the tart, she closed her eyes and chewed.
The crust was crisp, buttery, and just the right amount of flakiness. Some bits rained down on Summer's shirt, but she paid them no mind. Not now anyway. She'd nibble them up later, on her walk home. But for now, everything seemed to melt away as she savored each flavor and texture from the tart in her mouth. Sweet, but not overly so. The sweetness tasted naturally occurring, rather than the cloying abundance of some artificially sourced sweeteners. And the heat- the heat seemed to balance and enhance the sweetness all at once. Similar to salt enhancing sugar, so did the low burn. It was just enough to make her slow down, but to not stop entirely and ask for a glass of milk. No. There was to be no interrupting this process.
After chewing and nibbling about three-quarters of the way through the tart, she abruptly stopped chewing. She wasn't alone. She was on the city streets still in front of the food truck. Her eyes opened and she glanced at the truck, clearing her throat and smiling sheepishly. Bits of crust and filling clung to her lips. Licking some of it off (because she's not about to waste!), she chuckled lightly and held up the remnants of the tart. "It's exceptionally tasty." Her eyes darted to the menu, looking at the other choices. She inwardly groaned. No, Summer. Just no. You do not need to eat an entire menu full of tarts. Glancing down at what was left, she licked her lips again. But it was really yummy!
Summer 11/27/16 Holding her hand up to her eyebrow to shield her squinting eyes from the sun, she chewed her bottom lip. Yep, she was being greedy. Three was too many. Okay, dial it back, Summer. Furrowing her brow, she took a second glance at the crisp bills clutched in her fist. Yes, definitely enough there.

"Sir? Just one Hearth Fire Tart will do. I have exact change.'' Summer kept her tone and smile mild and polite.
Summer 11/15/16 If she weren't in such a frenzied state of artificial hunger, she might've noticed his being somewhat unsettled by her hasty approach. But she didn't notice. It wasn't that Summer was completely self absorbed. It was just that her attention was singularly focused on the sweet smell and the possibility of munching on some delicacies.

Smiling widely at the proprietor, she then glanced down at the menu. Her stomach growled audibly and she started to salivate. How could she pick just one? She couldn't. To do so was an impossible task. The tart with a kick sounded intriguing and delicious. "I'll take two of the Hearth Fire Tarts. No wait. Just one and a chocolate cherry tart. Hmm. Maybe I should get a savory one too. Which savory one do you recommend?" Summer's stomach growled impatiently, not at all interested in its owners present indecisiveness. She looks at the man in the truck and smiles sheepishly. "Is three too much?"
Summer 11/14/16 Wandering the streets nursing a fierce case of the munchies, Summer brightened whens he saw the white truck down the street. Eyes wide as saucers, she dug her hand around in her hemp purse and ran toward the truck, blond hair flying behind her. Clutching several bills in her fist, she waved it at the window. "Mister! I'd like...hmm. A lot of whatever you're selling. What're you selling? It smells sweet and delicious. I'm quite hungry. Oh, I have money, I'm not begging." She was rambling. Summer clamped her lips shut and smiled, deciding to employ patience and calmness as she waited.
Elouise Warrock 11/01/16 -roots into pockets-
-always strapped with cash-
-for... reasons-
Six twenties. Keep the change.
-happily hands money-
-soooo ready for the food-
Elouise Warrock 11/01/16 Food... sweet... treats?!
Give me two of everything!
Elouise Warrock 11/01/16 Welcome to the Realm!
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