Penthouse Blues ( Quatermain Penthouse residents )

[Mortll]

Deep blue eyes searched the horizon catching the distant glow of the city she had for so long now called home. How had it all started to slip away from them all she did not know. The sting of the winter wind struck her pale cheeks and her dark hair streamed into the night as she stood on her Penthouse balcony of Dragon Tower. Her toes curled on cool marble as she stood on the railing balancing delicately. She pulled the heavy bear skin closer shielding herself from the cold. She hated the cold, but it had become her friend of late the outside weather was matching the storm inside of her. Doc … Doc had been lost to her nothing she said or did right now would bring him back. She had faced that truth, but she deep down could not still let him go. In all reality though it was gone.

She had long felt she was in limbo and limbo was infuriating to Mortll. She had to do something. So she paced along the precipice her feet sure on the cold marble. Then a vision came to her mind and a smile came to her stone like features. Yes, a bit of fun … a little distraction. She stepped off the balcony railing letting loose of the bearskin as her body raced towards the ground. Suddenly she disappeared, and the bearskin landed with a light thump on the ground.

Mortll reappeared miles from Tomkin and Dragon Tower right beside another Tower of sorts Clock Tower. She regretted letting go of the Bearskin as she fell immediately as the freezing wind struck the thin creamy white silk and lace of her nightgown and she was in public. She ran into the building and quickly took the elevator up to the 3rd floor then found the entrance to the huge penthouse with its many apartments. She padded across to the roaring fire that always seemed to be going and started to warm herself … Maybe a distraction would pop in if not she would have to make her own .

[Odin]

Odin was restless. No one was ever at Lunar Lakes Estate. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be the only one to visit it recently, that he knew of anyway. Serenity had been gone for ages, so had much of the family. No need to go to his apartment - not much going on there since he "distanced" himself from Alexandrea. He hoped since that time, and the "incident" with Morgan, Alexandrea and him had come closer together - he thought they had. Still, he didn't wish to hang out in his normal places.

Odin had worked on the penthouse in the Clock Tower months ago.

"Maybe I should double-check my work," he mused, trying to give himself a reason to go somewhere.

"Ah, why the hell not." Odin left the mall and headed to the penthouse at the Clock Tower. He did not expect to find anyone there, but when he entered the main room, there stood Mortll, dressed rather lightly.

Odin cracked a grin, and he couldn't resist the urge to whistle, then said, "So, what brings you here this evening?"

[Mortll]

Flames licked at the darkness with a hunger and life of their own a log suddenly crumbled sending sparks into the air. Mortll stood there enthralled, the glow and warmth of the fire surrounding her. She did not sense the presence of the other vampire until the long low whistle sounded out ripping her from her reverie.

Odin stood there with a cheeky grin spread across his face "So, what brings you here this evening?"
It had been ages since she had seen the other vampire. Of course they had ran into each other occasionally but the last time she had really spent any time at all with him was way back when they had both sat on the Worthington family council together . Mortll smiled that had been a total disaster but Odin was a cool cat and easy on the eyes too. Mortll shrugged her shoulders suddenly wishing she had a bit more on … at least it was a full length gown. " Oh not to much just seeing what trouble I can roust up tonight . You know me "
She paused a second not quite sure of what to say " How about yourself ?" She had no clue what the male was doing these days it would be good to catch up .

[Alexandrea]

At some point, Alex's sensor alarms had gone off...
although her cameras failed to capture any footage. That didn't mean much when it came to the Q Crew.

At least half of the gang had ways of moving unseen that any Ninja would envy. Not that it would have mattered even if Alex's cameras could have shown her who had passed by. The blonde was knee and elbow deep in wet paint and oblivious to everything around her except the blank canvass.

Littering the floor behind, were at least a half a dozen or so not-so-blank canvasses... all of which had all met very grisly ends.

A faintly striped cat that looked almost black unless under bright light and was at least half Maine Coon, picked her way gingerly through the remains of one of Alexandrea's temper tantrums and then came to a stop beside one of the blonde's paint-spattered legs.

It wasn't just Alex's legs that had been inadvertently decorated. The allurist's arms, torso, face and even her hair had streaks of bright red, orange and purple.

Penny Valentine sat there patiently for almost five whole minutes before latching onto Alex's ankle. It the cat's defence, Alexandrea probably wouldn't have heard a meow over the music blasting through her earbuds anyways.

"What the actual ****???" Alex yelled while hopping on the one uninjured leg. "what the hell was that for?"

The cat simply huffed, tail twitching behind her. Was it deliberate that the cat also glanced briefly over its shoulder at the empty floor bowl? What do you think? Alexandera certainly thought so. In any event, Alex got the message and fed the cat. And then thought to feed herself. Trouble was, there were no blood bags in her studio. There were, however, plenty of them in the family kitchen on the other side of the penthouse floor.

She only paused long enough to put on some slippers, bunny by design (and also slightly frosted with paint), then was out the door. She left it ajar behind her, so the cat could follow if she wanted to and then stopped dead in her tracks.

There was a small party gathered at the firepit. And two of her favourite Q's were there. Mortll, who it was always nice to see. And Odin. Odin who was hardly ever around to be seen...

Bloodbags and her stomach forgotten Alexandera pulled off her earbuds and for a moment West African Drum music spilt out around her as she moved towards the fire, fingers finally finding the off switch as she stepped beside Mortll.

"Well hello there! What's going on? Am I late for a party or something? I'm actually not even sure what day it is... "