life_inshadow: ([spec] alone in bed)
After her visit to Raven, Tara had spent most of the day lying in bed. She wasn't sad -- not exactly. But she was feeling very thoughtful and troubled and inside-her-head-y, and even the pleasures of the keep weren't enough to have her very social.

She kept coming back to two facts that didn't make much sense next to each other. One was that she'd killed. In self-defense, maybe, and not a human -- but there was still blood on her hands, and she felt guilt for that.

Yet, beneath that, she felt a yearning that she had been able to do more. Not more killing, of course -- but her shields were puny, her telekinesis weak, her offensive magic basically nonexistent. She knew she could do more, if she was brave enough to play with spells just a little further into the gray than she normally let herself go.

It was dangerous. She knew witches could get lost chasing the rush of strong magics. But she almost felt like it was hard to say it wasn't worth the risk, if it could save her friends.

[OOC: Open to those in Kaeleer. NFB. Part of this thing.]
life_inshadow: ([pos]  i smile like a dork)
Right, so it was time for Tara and Kennedy to have an Official Date (TM). And to make it extra-exciting, they were even leaving the island. Tara was having an embarrassingly hard time remembering the last time she did that. (She didn't count Azarath.)

It was neat. Overwhelming. There were people out here -- people Tara didn't see every single day. And cars. And a trolley car to sit in right inside the restaurant.

Really, between all of that and the girl across the table from her, Tara was counting this as a succesful date even before she looked at the menu.

"How bad would it be," she asked, "if I just got appetizers and dessert?"

[OOC: For [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining. NFB due to distance.]
life_inshadow: ([neu] are you kidding?)
Just as suddenly as she'd turned into a guinea pig the week before, Tara came back to her own body.

There were probably slightly more elegant ways to do it than face-down in a dish of guinea pig chow, with seeds and pellets lining your cheeks, but she wasn't going to complain. She spat the chow into the trashcan -- ew -- and then looked around the room.

Could she really be surprised Kennedy had set up the most elaborate guinea pig play area known to woman?

She pulled on clothes and went to get some real food and find out what she'd missed.
life_inshadow: ([thing] guinea pig)
It was simple, really. One moment, Tara was paging through a cheesy novel and eating chips while she tried to distract herself from the fact she'd kissed Kennedy goodbye and sent her off to stop an orgy. (Seriously. An orgy?)

The next, Tara the guinea pig was nosing inside the half-empty bag of chips and getting crumbs of potato and oil all over her fur.

It was probably sort of adorable. And, hey, at least Tara wasn't a violet this year. Sentience was a step up.

[OOC: Establishy!]
life_inshadow: ([neu] a little jaded)
Tara never thought she'd regret putting all of her classes in the second half of the week, but today, she did. She would have welcomed an hour or so of something normal to get her back to thinking about something other than alternate dimensions and rips in the fabric of reality.

Their magic had worked; that was something. She just wished she could have done more, even if she didn't know what more would have been.

At least it was over. Sighing, she settled onto the floor cross-legged and held out a cat toy shaped like a fishing rod. Mr. Moxy was in for an extra-intense play session today. She needed to spoil something.

[OOC: Open door, yep!]
life_inshadow: ([neu] looking into the distance)
Tara was still happy when she got back to her cabin after talking to Raven. It made her a little sad that Raven and Karla couldn't be together yet, but just the way Raven talked about it was satisfying, somehow. Like a good, sad story.

She might have gotten a contact high from Raven's happiness, too.

She and Wesley had plans, so she sat down on the stoop outside her cabin to wait for him. A novel was open on her lap, but mostly she was just watching the world pass by, thinking about nothing in particular.

[OOC: For the Watcher.]
life_inshadow: ([spec] alone in bed)
"Owwwwwwwwww."

Tara's head hurt. Her stomach felt like it was trying to swim out of her body. Her mouth tasted like cotton and clay.

She opened her eyes slightly. The firm abs and bright smiles of the boys on the pictures she'd put up yesterday taunted her. And then she remembered something about singing dirty songs and wanted to die then and there.

She settled for closing her eyes and groaning aloud again. She had no idea what had come over her, but one thing was for sure: She was never, ever drinking like that again.

[ooC: Establishy.]
life_inshadow: ([pos] gigglefit!)
Tara was very busy Friday morning. She'd gone out early to get the latest editions of all the best magazines -- Seventeen, Star, and Tiger Beat. And now she was practically papering the walls of her alcove with torn-out photos of Zac Efron, the Jonas brothers, Justin Bieber, and -- her very favorites -- all the guys from the Dusk movies. Vampires were soooooo totally hot. She wouldn't mind if that one who used to be an underwear model wanted to nibble on her neck, nuh-uh.

After she was done, she'd probably go to the convenience store and magically trick the clerk into selling her beer. Why have powers if you never used them, right? It was a perfect day to get wasted on the beach. Maybe she could bring a big group of people and have a real kegger.

It was, in fact, pretty darn frosty in Hades.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open to cabinmates.]
life_inshadow: ([sow] hatching evil plans)
After Tara had finished checking around the campfire and it seemed like everyone was back to normal -- or as normal as Fandom ever got, anyhow -- she slipped away and back to her bunk, where she lay on the cot, trying not to think about anything in particular. (She felt ashamed. And embarrassed. And a bit convinced she would never live this down, no matter what Raven and Karla said.)

The curtains were drawn shut and the light was off, but she'd probably let in anyone who made the effort to look for her. She could only avoid everyone for so long.

[OOC: For anyone who needs her, though she won't be much fun. And I am done spamming now.]
life_inshadow: ([neg] all shy again)
Tara hadn't stayed at Reserves long once she realized so many people had turned invisible. She knew she should have stuck around -- she could have tried to undo the spell -- but even if it had worked right, undoing the spell would mean people would see her and yell at her. And she wasn't ready for that.

She sat near the roof garden, arms around her invisible legs as she stared out over the island. Her father's voice was playing on endless loop in her head. For the first time in a long time, she wondered if maybe her family had been right. Maybe some part of her was evil.

And lo, people came looking )

[OOC: NFI. The spell is broken and all invisible characters are now fully visible again. Much love to [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch for the preplay, and to both of them plus [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss for letting me use the reserves meeting this way.]
life_inshadow: ([pos] mildly impressed)
In an ideal world, Tara would have set up the room she was bringing Kennedy back to a little more. Candles. Champagne. Maybe some rose petals.

But in the world she actually lived in, Tara didn't know the first thing about buying champagne and cut-off flower parts made her a little too sad to use after yesterday. Candles, however, she had a lot of. She'd arranged unlit ones around her side of the room artistically and convinced Fiona to find someplace else to be for the evening before she went to Fast Eddie's. She'd done some cleaning, too, and given the cats some extra food so they'd sleep.

None of which stopped her from being nervous about this whole project. But it was feeling like a pretty good kind of nervous as she led Kennedy to her room and pulled her door open. There was a slight giggle in her voice as she said, "After you. You aren't tired or anything, are you?"

'Cause that would just suck.

[OOC: For Kennedy, please, and for SP.]
life_inshadow: ([pos] sneaky smile)
Before heading out to class, Tara took a moment to type up an email.

To: Fandom High Students
From: tara.maclay@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Kennedy's Birthday!

Hi,

Kennedy is turning 17 on Thursday, and the party will be this Friday (May 21). We'll be at Fast Eddie's around dinnertime. Call me or email back if you have questions or anything, but we'd love to see you!

This isn't a surprise party, so don't worry about spilling the beans to Kennedy. I can't keep a secret from her anyhow :-).

Peace,

Tara


She hoped she hadn't forgotten to mention anything in the email as she finished packing up to leave the room. The party-throwing thing was new to her.

[OOC: Establishy, though feel free to answer the email!]
life_inshadow: ([text] magic)
Tara had books spread out all over the counter at the Magic Box today as Tara tried to sort out ideas for activities she could suggest for the reserves. It was a challenge to find things that might work with all the different forms of magic on the island, but she thought she had some ideas to run past Karla, Raven and Emmett.

There was a sign in the window:

New Student Discount: 15% off Good-Luck Charms


The Magic Box was open.

[OOC: It took me until just now to realize this was in the wrong journal. Sorry.]
life_inshadow: ([neg] looking away)
Tara was thoughtful when she got back to her dorm room after Lieutenant Kerrigan's class. What did she want to do? What could she ask of life?

She'd been carried along by stronger people and stronger personalities most of her life. It had gotten her to age sixteen and a half ... could it really get her through the next fifty years? Or was she going to have to start making decisions and going after things?

Terrifying concept, that. But it kept going around and around her head. She rearranged her crystals, keeping her hands busy more than she was doing any specific spell, as Moxy twined about her feet.

[OOC: Door closed, post open.]
life_inshadow: ([neu] name on beach)
Tara was frowning as she and Kennedy made their way into the picnic spot she'd selected. She hadn't quite accounted for how quickly the change of seasons would modify the woods, and there'd been all kind of new vines and shrubbery to walk over on the way.

Ow. Tara loved nature, but some days it just wasn't worth it.

"There are burrs stuck to my socks," she announced as she set down the picnic basket. It wasn't quite a whine. "It's pretty here, though, huh?"

[OOC: For the girl, please!]
life_inshadow: ([pos] you amuse me)
Tara had spent most of Monday exploring the preserve, just because she could again. She'd found a couple plants that interested her, and was flitting about the dorm room trying to figure out if she had space to dry their leaves.

Kennedy was supposed to come by soon. That was ... possibly more interesting than the herbs.

[OOC: For one, please!]
life_inshadow: ([spec] writing)
Curtains drawn so she wouldn't have to look at the grey, foggy landscape outside, Tara sat cross-legged on her floor, bedroom door cracked open and R.E.M. softly playing on her stereo. She occasionally munched a cookie from the batch she'd made last night as she read.

It was a casual pose, but the studying she was doing was anything but casual. After class and talking to Kennedy yesterday, she wanted to see if she could find anything in her books on magic about lifting a fog, or detecting demons, or fear spells or -- anything, really.

The problem wasn't that she wasn't finding anything; it was that she was finding too much, and a lot of it contradicted itself. Taking a brief break, she absently stroked Moxy as he wandered by. "Bet you miss your friend," she murmured, glancing to Fiona's empty side of the room. She'd gone home to take care of family business. While Tara missed her, she was almost grateful there was one fewer person to worry about on the island until the fog lifted.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]
life_inshadow: ([spec] alone in bed)
Tara flopped on her stomach on her bed, staring at the hedgehog on the bedspread in front of her.

The hedgehog stared back.

"See, I don't want to try a spell to fix you and make things worse," Tara informed the creature. A week in, she'd long since started talking to Kennedy like she was a person. Mostly because it made Tara feel better. "This has to wear off soon, right? I'm pretty good with basic spells but transformations are tricky magic. I don't know, do you want me to ask Merlin?"

The hedgehog chittered at her balefully.

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

Tara might be waiting a long time for an answer.

[OOC: Closed door. For she-who-will-soon-be-an-ex-hedgehog, but open to those who may come before.]
life_inshadow: ([neu] resolute)
So a potential slayer, a witch, and a baker and occasional psychic step out of a portal and into a gay bar ...

Only in place of 'bar,' insert 'bookstore.' and in place of 'step ... into' insert 'spend more time than they had planned on looking for.'

But other than that? You can insert your own punchline.

As for Tara, she'd finally spotted the bookstore sign. "That's it!" she said, then, more timidly: "I think. End of the block, right?"

[For Francine + Kennedy. NFB.]
life_inshadow: ([neg] all alone is all we are)
Tara had nowhere in particular to be until Wednesday, and that was a good thing. Dhe might be ready to leave her room again about then. For now, she was just frozen.

It wasn't enough that she'd almost solicited a prostitute or plotted with Karla to help their "darke master" Merlin. No, she'd helped kill someone, too.

Evil. Pure evil, and with no demon to blame such things on.

She left a message and contemplated calling Merlin and Karla, too, before she realized she couldn't just yet. Instead, she curled up under her afghan, lightly stroking Mr. Moxy's back as the kitten kneaded her legs. She was grateful he had stayed a normal cat.

[OOC: Closed door, open post.]

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