salvatore school } { of surprise succubi and improvising writers

[dontkanyeme]

August: [he's currently in Arizona, taking a vacation from watching over Emma while she's sitting in prison. It's not as bad as he thought it would be when he heard Emma was being transferred to the desert state, but he still preferred to be inside with air conditioning, fresh coffee, and his typewriter.]

Bo: [and right past his window, a woman wanders past who looks straight out of a fairy tale and very much not dressed for the weather. That being said, the dress looks good on her. She's lifted and supported in all the right places, as well as clinging to every curve, but she's also looking like she's struggling in the heat. So she stops, outside wherever August happens to be posted and fans herself again, trying to figure out how to get cool]

August: [he notices the flash of silver going past his window, and looks out the coffeehouse window to see Bo.] Huh. [he'll leave his stuff on the table and go intercept her outside] So, I'm pretty sure the Renn Faire doesn't start for another few months...

Bo: [she turns to him, confused because] What?

August: You're dress. It's beautiful, but not really made for the weather this time of year.

Bo: [she glances down and then back up at him. then at the other people around who are definitely staring but the women dress so differently than she's used to. the men as well, but ... is that woman wearing pants? Her eyes eventually wander back to August and she admits sheepishly] It's all I have.

August: Well, we can fix that. At least until we figure out how to get you home. [he motions for the door to the coffeehouse] Would you like some coffee? Or tea?

Bo: [at least there's some things she recognizes] Tea. Please.

August: [and he'll guide her back inside, off the street, and to the small, private booth where his things are.] Here, have a seat.

Bo: [and she sits down, doing her best to take everything in, and eyeing the strange artifacts all around her. She does notice that it is cooler in the shop, and that much is a relief, but she doesn't know why]

August: [and he will return to the table with her tea and a stick of honey] I'm August, by the way.

Bo: Ysabeau McCorrigan. [a pause] Most people just call me Bo.

August: Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Bo.

Bo: You too, August. [she studies the stick of honey like she's never seen anything like it before] What is this?

August: Honey in a perfect little carrying straw. You just tear the top open and you can add it into your tea.

Bo: [her eyebrows go up, confused, before doing as she was told, She tears off the top, before squeezing some out onto her finger, and sucking off the end. Then her eyes widen as she pulls back] It's so sweet.

August: Yup. If you don't want it, you don't need to. Some people like to balance out the bitterness with the sweet

Bo: [normally she does, but this seems like too much sweet. She eyes her tea suspiciously, before reaching to take a sip of tea. It's also different than what she normally drinks, and it doesn't really need the honey. She glances around the table, trying to figure out how to put it down without making a mess]

August: [he'll slide a napkin to her as he sips his coffee]

Bo: [glances up at him and nods] Thank you. [she places it down and continues to nurse the tea, before reaching out and placing her hand on his, trying to add just enough umph that the question doesn't seem weird] Where am I?

August: You're in Arizona. A small town called Scottsdale just outside of Phoenix.

Bo: I don't know any of those places. [how long have she been gone? how far did she get taken] How far is it from Inisfáil? [Ireland. she means Ireland. She doesn't know it hasn't been called that for a while]

August: Inisfail? You mean Ireland? [he's a writer. He's done a lot of research]

Bo: [her brow furrows] Ireland?

August: Small country that shares an island with Britain?

Bo: [her brow furrows in confusion. it wasn't called Britain yet when she left it]

August: [nods, then goes to reach into his bag and pulls out a map of the world. As he unfolds it, she'll see notes written on different places, including the word EMMA many times, and a town in main circled in red. He points to Arizona] We're here.

Bo: [the world is so large. How? She looks over the other landmarks and tries to look for something that seems like home] And which is ... Ireland?

August: [and he will point at it] Here.

Bo: [her breath catches, because how did she get so far. All she remembers is ... nothingness] I don't know how I got here.

August: I'm wondering on something else. What day do you think it is?

Bo: We just celebrated Beltane.

August: And what year?

Bo: I don't remember.

August: [and he licks his lips, because this is probably going to upset her] Well, you may need a moment to process this, but it's November first... twenty twenty-eight. [because moving the timeline forward to meet our calendar]

Bo: What? [she glances around again, very confused] Is that why people dress so strangely?

August: To you, yes. The gown you wear is both old fashioned and regal to these times.

Bo: [she nods because that makes sense] It is certainly not very suitable to this heat.

August: I can fix that. There's a thrift shop down the street. We can get you something to wear, and then trade the dress to get you some money.

Bo: [her hand comes up to rest against the elegant embroidery of the dress, and she tries not to seem too sad about it. Beggars can't be choosers] That would be helpful. Thank you.

August: [he notices that. He didn't have a lot of money for himself, and surely couldn't take care of someone else. She'd understand it when he explained how this world worked.] You're welcome.

Bo: If I wanted to get to Ireland, how many days would I need to travel?

August: You could do it in about three days by airplane, but you'd need a lot more money than the dress would get you. By boat would take a week, but you'd have to sneak aboard and keep from getting caught.

Bo: Airplane? What's that?

August: It's kinda like a boat, but it flies in the air.

Bo: Like a bird?

August: [nods slowly] Yeah. A really big one made of metal.

Bo: [she nods. She's not stupid but ... most travel she's aware of are boats and horses.] I need to find my people. Some of them might be here in this country, but I don't know how to reach them.

August: Well, after we get you something to wear that won't attract attention, we can go to the library and look online to see who we can find for you.

Bo: [more words she doesn't quite understand in that context, but she's learning that it's better to just go and understand things in the moment, rather than asking him every two seconds] I would greatly appreciate your help.

August: Well, lucky for you, you came along at a point where I don't have much going on.

Bo: Once we find allies, I will do my best to repay you. My family has considerable influence.

August: [he should warn her that her family may not have survived to this generation, but he didn't. She was going through enough as it was. And he knew first hand how difficult it was suddenly appearing in a world not your own. That was the main reason he knew he'd help her as much as he could] We'll cross that bridge when we get there.

Bo: [Maybe. but at the same time, he doesn't know she's Fae. And they live a very, very long time. In the end, she nods and finishes her tea] How far away is this ... thrift store?

August: [looks out the window] Two blocks. Easy walking distance.

Bo: [she nods] Then whenever you are ready, I propose we begin.

August: Sure. Let me just pack up. [and he'll reach for the top of the typewriter case and get his papers into his messenger bag before standing. He picks up his jacket, then offers it to her] I know it's hot, but for the two blocks, it should hopefully keep people from staring.

Bo: [she looks at it, before shaking her head] I'm used to people staring. [she'd rather deal with that then be overheating]

August: Okay. Then let's go. [he leaves money on the table as a tip and motions for her to proceed him out of the coffeeshop]

Bo: [and off they go to the thrift shop, where Bo has a fun fashion montage and somehow finds the way into her canon sexy attire. Call it the succubus's natural inclination to look sexy]

August: [and he will be shocked, but impressed and just a bit enticed but no, he needed to be good for now] That looks good.

Bo: [smirks at that as she admires herself in the mirror] I always did have a gift for fashion.

August: You may be a bit warm, though, since it's all black. You sure you don't want something lighter?

Bo: [she shakes her head] No, I think this'll be fine. If I get too hot, I can take the jacket off.

August: Okay then. [and he will go and pay for the outfit with the tags taken off, and then gets a bag for the dress to carry it easier] Well, step one done.

Bo: Now where do we go for step two?

August: The antique pawn shop to sell the dress so you have some money.

Bo: [she nods] Lead the way.