Two Hearts, Divided

[Jag]

What is love? Well, depending on who you ask, you may get a different definition. Is it merely a chemical reaction, or is it something more? It certainly has been the topic of countless songs, books, plays and movies. One could argue that it is the most explored theme in works of art and fiction, yet it is something that is near impossible to define. Some say that love is a form of socially accepted insanity, while others claim that finding it is the only true way to reach a state of full bliss. But to the Lost, well, love is one of the most powerful emotions, something that is coveted by many.

Where there is love there is wrath; jealousy and anger tend to play a role in most relationships after all. Where there is love there is fear; fear that your partner may not feel the same way about you, or that they may leave. Where there is love there is desire, and it manifests in many different forms. Where there is love there is sorrow, which is sometimes followed by make up sex, or sometimes by merely a final break up. It is definitely not a simple thing, and its complexity is what makes it so exquisite to many of the Lost; some would say a delicacy that is to be savored and enjoyed to the fullest.

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, a young man sat outside a coffee shop. He had an iced latte that was clearly watered down by this point, due to the ice melting away in the summer sun. However, he seemed uninterested in the state of his beverage, focusing all of his attention on what looked like a picture which he was holding on both hands. There was a myriad of expressions upon his face, constantly changing as he stared at this picture. Confusion, excitement, heartache. It looked as if he didn't really know how he should feel about it, or maybe he was feeling all of these things at once.

For any Changelings walking nearby, this guy seemed like a Glamour banquet, inviting those that had been touched by the Fae to feed upon his emotions. Or perhaps, he was a helpless victim waiting to be preyed upon. After all, the morality of such things was always fuzzy amongst those who call themselves the Lost. Bit there he sat, the poor old chap, appearing to be on the verge of crying as his hands trembled while he held the picture; a sad, yet longing look in his eyes.

Please go ahead and narrate your character's arrival to the scene. If you are bringing any equipment with you, feel free to list it out in spoilers at the bottom of your entry post. Also, you are welcome to harvest from the man's current emotional state. In order to do so, roll your Wyrd+Empathy, and you shall gain a number of Glamour points equal to your successes. If you want to replace Empathy for something else, feel free to PM me and I may entertain your request

[Cabochard]

Samuel had been in a good mood before leaving the coffee shop. He was off work for the day, having managed to convince a very nice lady to take his job, with his big puppy-dog eyes and the fact that she was simply too nice for her own good. He had then immediately run to treat himself to a drink, fully dressed for security and equipped for the same. Of course, he had walked in and ordered a Mocca, two creams, three sugar and, after waiting about five minutes for it, had sat inside for a while, claiming a spot in the corner, with his back to two walls, as his own. Then, once he had finally finished his coffee, he had gone to step outside. And he had spotted the man.

Samuel hated to think that the Fae had somehow made Changelings into beings like them, who looked at humans as something other than people with souls and thoughts and feelings, but it was times like this that the uncomfortable thought welled up in him. The fact that seeing a man, obviously distressed by whatever that picture meant to him, and all Samuel could think was Oh my, how could this day get -any- better?

Samuel drifted closer, letting the emotions drift past and into him, using them to empower him, and for a moment felt amazing, as always. And then, about five seconds later, he felt awful. He felt guilty about feeling the way he did, when the man was so obviously crushed. Driven by his feelings he stepped forward, his nervousness at the occasion moving his hands to adjust his jacket, making sure it was buttoned firmly. "Um, hello there sir. Are you okay?"

OOC

  +3 glamour woo!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-09-03 17:11:42		Samuel Gorgeo rolls 3 to Harvest Emotions, (Wyrd + Empathy) (10 Again)		10, 9, 8, 3		3 successes

Equipment: Pocketwatch, suit clothing, Generic .40 S&W, Turned-Off Walkie-Talkie.

[Jag]

Samuel Gorgeo & L'aire

As Sam approached, the guy looked up at him as he tried to hide his feelings from the Wizened. "Umm, no...not really. I'm fine," he said in response to the Gremlin's question, but it was clear from his tone that he was lying, and was really bad at it. There was a moment of silence as the guy stared at the picture in his hands once more. From where Sam and L'aire stood, they could see that the picture in the man's hands was of him and a woman. They looked happy in the picture, the guy having his arm around her waist and they were both smiling in it.

After a few seconds, the man began to sob, burying his face in his hands. "I...I just don't get it," he stuttered in between sobs, clearly bothered by something. "I've just...felt so damn lonely lately, you know?" He paused after saying those words, wiping away the tears from his eyes as he looked back at Sam and noticed L'aire for the first time. "I'm...sorry to be causing a scene," he said to the two of them in an apologetic tone.

Jeffrey & Aubrey

Inside the coffee shop there were a variety of people enjoying their caffeinated drinks, and some sweet treats. The staff seemed to be bracing themselves for the afternoon rush, as more customers walked through the entrance and began to lined up to place their orders. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary in there; just another day at the coffee shop.

A couple of hipsters walked in, looking back to the man and the pair of Changelings outside. "Man, I wonder what that guy's deal is," said one of them to the other. "Its a little pathetic, you know?" The other one simply shrugged his shoulders, glancing back to those outside for a brief moment. "Its sad to see grown men cry like that," he said, turning his attention towards the coffee shop's menu instead.

[Cabochard]

Sam hesitates, his hand moving to scratch the back of his head out of nervousness. "Uh, yeah...I guess? What happened? Is that your wife?" He gestures at the picture, flailing a little for how to deal with this. He paused to examine what might be. She might be dead. They might be divorced. Maybe he was actually a psycho-killer and had stabbed her in the middle of the night, and then hidden her body, and now his weird psycho-killer mind made him think he was actually sad about it. All equal possibilities, really.