[OPEN/EVENT] But if you wanna get a piece of this heart of mine;

[equalmeasure]

Who: Rebekah Mikaelson Rachel Michaels & you!
Where: Throughout Storybrooke.
When: October 24th - 28th
Rating: R for reasons. Also raccoons.
Summary: Romancing rodents and reliving high school politics.
The Story:

Thanks to being a wealthy trust-fund brat and having no career of her own, Rachel Michaels' life is often considered to be one of leisure, though she's taken it upon herself to manage the family's finances as well as keep their household running and in working order. Every morning starts out about the same, with her checking in on the housekeeping staff before marching her way up to her brother's room to throw his curtains open and demand that he pull himself out of bed before noon, preferably to go out and find himself a job or contribute to society in some way. Most mornings, she's met with disappointment, but she still holds out hope.

Afternoons are slightly less routine, though she regularly meets with friends from high school for lunch, intent on catching up on the latest theater gossip from Regan or subtly poking her nose into Caroline White's marriage, perhaps with some ulterior motive. With or without company, she can be bumped into at the local coffee shop or out running errands in town throughout the day, or found at the mansion anywhere in between.

In the evenings, she'll be at The Rabbit Hole. All things considered, it's probably a few steps below her usual tastes, but there aren't many choices when it comes to drinking establishments in Storybrooke, and she considers it to still be a notch above The Fish Hook. Though she's not a heavy drinker herself, there's always something very telling about a pretty girl sitting on her own at the bar -- she's waiting for someone, though who that someone is, she can't say. For all of the successful matches she's made among friends over the years, she's never been able to find someone for herself, or at least never had a relationship a man of any length that didn't end in disaster. A few ex-boyfriends may have even disappeared without explanation after she'd been seeing them a short while, leaving her with something of a reputation. Still, reputation aside, she has to hope that one of these days she'll get lucky.

Once people's memories return, Rebekah won't have much reason to leave the 'Michaels' family home. Unlike many others, there's no doubt in her mind as to which memories are real, though to some degree she finds herself disappointed. She'd been given the opportunity to be human for a short amount of time without even realizing, utterly unable to use it to the best of her ability and enjoy it for all that it's worth.

In retrospect, spending any number of years living as a human in this place seems dull and somewhat exhausting, but she'd like to think that's merely the dysphoria talking. The life she'd had here, supposedly, wasn't all that different from what she's said she's always wanted for herself -- though it had been distinctly lacking in companionship, and that troubles her. In addition, there's no telling if their being here is permanent. How long will she have to suffer the effects of actions taken by her other self?

For anyone who would like to speak to her once memories have returned, she can be found at the mansion, though she may wander out and peruse the town with fresh eyes on the 28th.

[OOC: Action and prose are both okay, I'll match you! This log is primarily a catch-all for threads that have been loosely planned but have nowhere else to go, but if you'd like to do something and the specifics don't fit any of the above, please feel free to leave a starter or hit me up at hufflepuffed or via PM and we'll work it out! <3]

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[equalmeasure]

[It doesn't seem to matter how good he is or isn't-- instinct in itself is raw, exciting, and the idea that they could be happened upon at any time should the shopowner finally catch wise and realize he should be using a little more than a standard lock is more exciting than anything else.

Clearly, the more criminal something had the potential to be, the better.

She lets the earrings get set aside, allowing him to steer her away from the glass as she opens her mouth beneath his, encouraging the kiss to become something more despite the fact that they were more or less strangers, in an entirely inopportune place for such things and yet--

And yet all of a sudden, that seems to be the entire point.]

[callmevermin]

[There's still cases that lie unbroken, and some sense of romance or possibly a need to find somewhere that isn't covered in broken glass stirs Cooper to steer her that way, lifting her up onto it with ease, only breaking the kiss momentarily, because he's a bit shorter than expected.

In hindsight, this was a terrible idea.

It does, however, give him a nice, glass-free place to start working his way around her clothes and giving some attention to her neck and chest. No one doubt his improvisational skills. He was totally going for this.]

[equalmeasure]

[There's something about the height discrepancy that she finds terribly amusing, and she laughs softly as she settles herself on the counter, tangling her fingers in his hair to spur him onward, encouraging him to do all the daring he'd like.]

Do all your heists go this way?

[Her voice is teasing, even as she moves to start unfastening the buttons marching down his shirt. Let's get moving on this.]

[callmevermin]

Yeah...

[He drawls it out a bit, awkwardly, a sheepish smile on his face as he moves his hands enough to shrug out of his shirt, all the better to ease her out of hers.] I mean... This was the first real one I ever pulled, but everyone's got a good idea how it oughta go.

[He cants his head.] Gotta say... This is actually better than expected.

[equalmeasure]

This is the first?

[For some reason, that seems important enough to halt everything else for half a moment. She'd known he'd been casing this place for awhile, but the first? The very first?

Sort of weakens the whole criminal element that makes him so attractive in the first place, or has the potential to-- but it's possible that he's just so naturally predisposed towards it that she doesn't care. The shiny hasn't worn off, and she smirks as she helps him out of his shirt, tossing it aside.]

Well then. I'd say it's going very well.

[callmevermin]

[He freezes in place, hands knotted in the fabric of her blouse as if he's expecting her to shove him away because he is not an experienced con and is, in fact, a massive chickenshit who only recently grew a pair to make a move.

And secretly he's impressed he managed enough bullshit to convince her he was actually impressive as fuck. Why did he have to get all honest? He could have built himself up so much better.

But they resume the clothes tearing and he manages a boyish smirk of victory.]

You think so? [yep that blouse is going away now. bye blouse. it was nice knowing you.]

[equalmeasure]

[Recently growing a pair is far better than not having one at all. He's still just criminal enough to be alluring.]

Well, just look at the evidence--

[She smirks right back at him, even as that blouse meets a violent end, and leans in to kiss him as she starts tugging at his shirt, popping a number of buttons off it in the process. Whoops.]