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So the flyer wasn't totally kidding about how big this place is. Even bigger than the apothecary shop...

The female took a glance at the facade of the humongous house which would become the vacation residence for the weekend. Some time prior to be the trip to the mansion, in which she had won a ticket for the free trip with all expenses paid, Yukina had moved into her new house on Camdus, and a few days after unpacking all her stuff, she applied for a new job as a barista in Creative Coffee. Her work experience so far was not that new compared to her previous workplace, but most of the clients were polite, and her pay was good. Although, many people were taking notice of her eye-patch as they sauntered passed her. That demonic eye of hers, a reminder of the past that was unavoidable, was something that she refused to share to others except those who were close to her. The silver-haired female had come to good terms with the power inside her, and hopefully, it would stay that way for a long time.

Indeed, the view was just lovely, but Yukina should get settled into one of the many vacant rooms available. After being assisted by the staff on the directions, and even setting down her bags once she headed inside the area, she picked up one of the books that she carried along with her, a novel that she had to finish reading, and ventured to the living room. Since there was the pool area, maybe she would like to go for a swim, but that would wait till later, maybe after she was finished with the entire book. With that, the Japanese woman sat down on one of the comfortable sofas, taking off her shoes before lying down so that she would start reading. There was a little cat bookmark peeking out of the portion Yukina was currently in, a personal gift from Yukari, and that was something to remember by before the departure.

Location: Mansion Living Room
Status: Single
Mood: in awe, but relaxing for the moment
Company: mostly herself
OOC: outfit

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Zombuddie

Resting his head sideways on the decaying headrest, Seth's dreary eyes watched the silhouettes of trees whip past the speeding gypsy cab, shrouded by the darkness of early morning. Wrinkled tight in Seth's unforgiving grip was the flyer someone left in the Arcade's common area two nights ago. Had this mansion not resembled another one documented in a text Seth read at the Grand Library, he would not have considered the trip for a second. Spring was upon the vampire male, and that meant Seth's second summer of cramming all business and personal activities into shorter nights was imminent. Despite two months of searching for any text on nocturnal magic, not one tome on what he wanted turned up in his desperate search. However, if this mansion had a library... If it held books on nocturnal magic, perhaps he'd stand one step closer to seizing the literal day.

As it was, Seth sat next to a massive cooler with a periwinkle cotton towel draped over its lid. Sitting in Seth's lap was his laptop bag; stuffed in his cargo trousers's pockets were about two hundred dollars in a combination of twenties and tens. There was no telling whether this mansion's staff expected tips; it was better to play it safe. As the cab's hill ascent leveled off, the forest canopy slowly yielded to the mansion's emerging profile. Turning his head, Seth immediately sat upright when the familiar structure came into view: Overlooking what was possibly a pool before the manor's entrance were countless windowed rooms sharing the same view of the forested estate, some of which were likely bedrooms for the mansion's previous family. Hopefully the staff had blackout curtains on hand or at least an interior room free from direct sunlight; the biocontainment cylinder nested inside the cooler held only two blood packs- one reserved for an emergency feeding, the other for Seth's routine 48-hour feedings. As the cab passed the hill crest and sped down the rustic cobblestone road, Seth wadded and stuffed the flyer inside his left pocket, gazing upward through his window at the blueing sky with frowning lips. Sunrise. Just ******** great... I hope reception won't take too long, or I'll be tearing open a cold one by the time I'm settled in.

Fortunately for him, the cab reached the mansion's front gate, passing the property line minutes earlier and decelerating to a stop fifteen feet before the ornate patina fence, its greenish hue blending and contrasting perfectly with the lawn foliage and dawning blue sky. To the east, the reddened horizon was slowly lighting up with menacing streaks of orange and gold. Five minutes until the fusion reactor starts withering my blood reserves. Up front, the driver extinguished his cigarette in a coffee-stained mug, peeking back at the now-alert passenger. "We've arrived. Are ya alright, mate?"

"I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

Opening the passenger door to his right, Seth stepped out while he pulled the cooler by its handle with its blanket now wrapped over his backpack. Once the cooler slipped out of the dank cab and onto the mossy, irregular cobblestone path, Seth waved the cab driver goodbye after closing the passenger door. As the dingy vehicle made a U-turn and accelerated uphill, Seth took the opposite direction, passing through the lush yard at a brisk pace. Three minutes. Now that he was onsite, his passing survey of the front yard's pool area did impress him: Sculpted into prismatic structures by a skilled sculptor ages back, the granite outcroppings seemed ideal for cuddling or diving into some sections of the pool, restrictions aside. Maybe he would go for a swim after sunset when the sun's tyranny ceased. Pulling out and unfolding the wadded flyer from his pocket, Seth stopped before the front door when it opened; the staff member who was about to step outside for a smoke break saw a strange silver-eyed, dark grey-haired man holding one of the fliers as though it were a search warrant. "I won a weekend stay at this mansion. Is there a windowless bedroom available?"

"Ah.. yes. If you will follow me right this way. I can take that cooler if you'd-"

"It is fine. I can handle it, but thank you." Tightening his grip on the extended cooler handle, Seth followed the servant inside, pulling up several times to get the cooler's wheels over several brick steps. Not a moment later, the sun finally welcomed the inhabitants with its generous rays of light. As Seth followed the mansion's attendant up a flight of stairs, he took note of the mansion's minutiae: Possible escape paths. The overall hallway organization. Nearby furniture such as the white porcelain vases holding chrysanthemum flowers on marble pedestals near the front door. Essentially, anything and everything that could be used in an evacuation should this sketchy spring retreat turn south.

"Your room, sir..."

Seth blinked, turning back to the steward showing an opened door leading into one of the bedrooms. "Ah, thank you. Here's your tip." Pulling a twenty from his pocket, Seth slapped it into the stunned man's open palm before he pulled his cooler into the expansive bedroom. After the steward closed the door behind him, Seth finally let go of the cooler at the foot of his bed, To his left hung an OLED television from the wall, to the right was a generous queen-sized bed with gold-silver decorative pillows adorning the headboard. A small row of books sat on one of the nightstands, though obviously none of them were arcane references or spell tomes. A loveseat opposite from the bedroom exit sat next to an oak dresser, welcoming anybody with its suede leather-bound memory cushions. On the other nightstand sat an LCD alarm clock offering USB ports for charging personal devices. At this point, Seth tossed his backpack and the beach towel from earlier onto the bed, and opened the cooler. Packed in ice, the stainless steel cylinder holding the vampire's meals sat unpowered, its three-prong AC connector frosted slightly but not too much for a quick dusting off. Once Seth plugged the vessel in the wall after standing it upright by the loveseat, he turned and fell onto the bed, his body giving out as he stared at the white ceiling.

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Mood: Sleepy | Exhausted
Company: Nobody
Outfit: A black sweater, dark gray cargo pants with matching black boots, and an extra slim formfitting laptop backpack.
Armaments: None

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Sharon was quite unsure about the validity of receiving the free expense trip to the mansion at first. While the thought of someone kind enough to gift her with something like this was nice, the young woman watched enough movies to know this could be some kind of trap. In the end, she would take that risk, and arrived at the destination written on the ticket. Ah, what a beautiful place.

There were many choices to make in arriving at the mansion. The most logical one was to bring her luggage onto her room first. Before she could move to do so, her luggage had disappeared with the wind, leaving the silhouette of the helper who had been here before. A speedy service, it seemed. She could have sworn he was not nearby just earlier.

With the need of finding her room gone, it was time to explore the areas. She found herself walking into a room, its decorations showed a place the young woman would not frequent. Games of multiple kinds littered the walls, some whose names she did not know. In the heart of the room, on the other hand, was a familiar face. Ah, the waiter she met a few days ago.

"Hello." She would start with a greeting, trying not to spook him. Haruto seemed to be focused on the game. "I did not expect to meet you here."

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♪ MOOD → Relaxed
♫ OUTFIT → Fur poncho with hat, fur ankle-length long dress, ankle-length fur boots, all in light blue.
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Outfit | Confused | Mansion Getaway? | Alone
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Just what kind of blatant lie was this? Yushiro gingerly stepped out of his car with a confused look on his face, he obviously was not the only one taking resident in this nice mansion at the moment. Thankfully the building looked large enough for him to find a quiet corner to just relax and perhaps try to focus on his writing. Of course, that was merely wishful thinking. It seemed that the workers and servants of the mansion were quite diligent in their work. In no time, the blonde was dragged along with a few of the maids and butlers to god knows where. All he said was that he was a bit tired and in no time he was being dragged to some kind of spa or something! Gray lenses flashed about as he was guided along by the mansion staff, the mansion was quite spacious and truly beautiful. It was almost surreal just how much the building had going on. Everywhere he looked there was something new and unique to be seen. Before he had time to wrap his head around his situation, the male's suitcase was gone and he was only in a towel in some room with just a spa bed in it! They could only scratch their head in confusion and surprise as they were left alone for a time being.

It looked like it was going to be a long day... Though on the bright side he could get the knot out of his neck that had been bothering him for weeks! Sighing in defeat to the staff of the building, Yushiro simply laid face forward on the spa bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could just relax the weekend away. Thoughts of relaxing by the poolside and sleeping in a nice bed filled the blondes mind as he tried his best to relax in the moment.

Outfit | Confused / Embarrassed | Spa Room | Robin
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Silence filled the room for what felt like an eternity, at least that's how the blonde perceived it. The warmth of the room calmed the male and visibly relaxed his body. Although he did tense a bit at the sound of the door opening, assuming with the massage expert entering the room. No words were spoken and the feeling of fingers on his back spread through his nerves in moments. Whoever was doing the job was doing it quite well, Shiro wondered just how much money was blown on this establishment. Someone must be crazy rich and crazy bored to set all of this up. A wave of relaxation washed over the male as he quietly sighed in relief, perhaps he did need to stop stressing so much, though that was obviously easier said than done. Maybe if he could actually feel intoxication it would help, but only in his wildest dreams would that be true. The lean individual idly cracked his neck before burying his head back in to the pillow provided. Unfortunately it seemed that life had no intentions of letting him enjoy the moment for more than just that mere moment. Truly a pity. But there was no reason for him to get too upset about it. With a small movement, the blonde gingerly pushed upwards and looked towards the sound of the commotion. It sounded like someone was making quite the entrance.

Adjusting his towel, the blonde quickly shifted to a standing position before making his way to the door. Of course the person in charge of massaging him tried to stop them from leaving but he was just too curious. With a raised brow, Yushiro promptly pushed open the door and trailed his gaze across the general area before falling on to a group of servants around an all to familiar face. The blonde blinked more than a few times as he tried to process what was before him. What was she doing here? And more importantly, why was she holding a chicken?! Gray lenses studied the scene for another moment, trying not to stare too much at the barely clothed woman that seemed to have assets that were spilling over. Clearing his throat, the tall male took a step forward to say his hello's, planning to go back to his spa room after the fact. "Uh... Hey! I don't know if you re-" He started, giving a small smile, before he missed the step downwards and stumbling forward.

And of course, as if his life couldn't get any more tense, the stumble didn't merely stop at one step. Yushiro tried to catch his balance by reaching out to grab someone's shoulder, one could definitely call him a klutz in this moment. The blonde felt his hand grab on to something before crashing in to the wooden floor, bracing for impact beforehand. Ouch was the only thought running through his head as he felt a small stinging pain on his shoulder. Though oddly enough there was still something in his grasp, did he drag someone down with him? Gray orbs trailed to his hand before noticing a white towel similar to his own in his hand. Even with his enhanced system in his body, it took the dunce quite a few moments to realize just what he had done. And he was definitely too afraid to stand up or look towards the victim of his attack. "E-er... Uh... I... Eheh... I can uh..." He stammered out in a poor attempt to explain himself. A tinge of color washing his cheeks for obvious reasons.

I have to say... the garden doesn't look too shabby.

Drawing was the first thing Astra went to after settling down her things inside her room for the weekend. Being the manager of Ishii Records and Cafe had its own set of perks, the pay being that good enough alongside her sidelines related to art. The sketchbook and pencils were her tools of the trade for the moment; that would be too heavy to bring along her framed canvas, brushes and oil paint tubes. The meta-human managed to sit down on the bench close to the vast greenery of the gardens, together with the statue in the center of the circle. The statue became the first thing she focused on as she flipped through an empty page, whipped out a pencil from the case, and commenced on drawing.

As much as Astra wanted to visualize it to life, that would be beyond her limit, so keeping the scenery within one of the sketchbook pages would be close enough. In fact, there were actually a lot of areas that were picturesque-worthy, considering how vast the mansion actually was. But that would only be possible if she and the other people would be staying for a little while longer. May as well soak in the moment while there was still time. But still, her eyes remained focused on that page as she was halfway done with the lining of the statue's structure. The next thing would be the verdant grass. She wished that there would be flowers also for the extra colors, but she ain't a staff member of that mansion. Hopefully, one of the servers would drop by to give her a bottle of water in case she would be thirsty during the session; she had to stay hydrated, after all.



Location: Mansion Garden
Mood: busy
Company: mostly herself
OOC:

LIEV HASTINGS
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He would have never even known about the place if it wasn't for Aaron. Apparently, they both got an all expense paid trip. Liev just didn't look at his mail unless it was obviously important. It wasn't as if he cared about such vacations in the first place. There was always something he deemed more important to do. He caved because Aaron wanted them to go. It wasn't a hard sell really. Liev liked spending time with him and they didn't go out all the time. He wasn't the only one who got busy. Plus, he didn't have any strange new concoctions to work on. He did want to catch up with Yukiro to make sure everything was going well. Honestly, he was probably just being a worrywart. If the man had a problem he'd let him know.

They just walked into what was going to be their room for the weekend. Liev put his stuff on the bench in front of the grand bed before taking a slow glance around. It was quite lavish, but not over the top. A soft smile formed on his features before he looked over toward Aaron. He liked it. "What should we do first?" He asked as he picked up a little information packed from the table. Flipping through it slowly enough to take in what they offered. "There's a game room, spa...can we take a walk out back?" He asked the question as his eyes shifted to look at the other. It was a nice day and apparently, there was a garden. They could always do indoor activities later in the day.




Location: His room with Aaron.
Outfit: Here

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