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Characters: Vivien and OPEN
Date: Wednesday night
Location: Seattle
Rating: R at the most
Warnings: Language and violence
Summary: Stop me if you've heard this one. A maenad lands in Seattle and says "Boy could this place use a little of my tender touches."



Vivien sat on a bench in Pike Place Market watching the mulling crowd with a pleased little smirk on her face. One leg was crossed over the opposite knee, her foot bouncing in time with a song that was stuck in her head, her arms draped casually over the back of the bench. People gave her odd looks for what she was wearing: tight tank top, boy shorts, stripped stockings, grannie boots and a derby. They could all kiss her ass.

Her sisters weren't in town yet, but some of them were close. She hadn't heard from them, but that wasn't a surprise. None of them were missing. She could sense them all. This was good. She wanted them all together before they went to present themselves to their lord.

In the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to cause a little upheaval now would it? She pulled a pack of clove cigarettes from her bag and lit one up as she sized up the crowd. Her power, which was much more influential than her sisters', slithered out amongst the mortals for some juicy targets to get going.


[*lyrics: Jesus Jones - Blissed]