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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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Daisy, having settled into town the day of the start of the wine fest, has taken the opportunity to explore Siren Cove while it lacks a fair amount of its citizens. What she gathers so far is that this place is a post card, all quaint buildings and even quainter people. It's almost too much for her to handle, all of the innocence of the way the place is built like a tourist attraction. Still, her father's note lead her here, so she might as well discover what she can about the place.

Her eyebrows raise when she notices the woman fall into the handsome man; she's used that trick herself a dozen times. She waits for their conversation to end before approaching the girl, offering her a congratulatory smirk.

"Quite impressive," she tells her, "I think he'll play fetch well enough now."

That's when she gets a good look at the other woman's face; her smirk falters a bit. There's something...oddly familiar, about that face.

There are certain people for whom April will play nice. She'll smile and act sweet, she'll turn on the charm and move in a way that evokes a need in them to be kind to her in return, but there are others who won't respond well to such an act. She does it well, few people ever know it's an act, but there are those who can sniff it out and those are the people who tend to appreciate the person a little closer to the real April.

Her smile turns into a smirk and she lifts one shoulder in a shrug, tucking some hair behind her ear. "A man who looks like that with that much disposal income is a friend of mine," she says, then meets the other woman's gaze. "Which is especially useful when you're new in town."

Daisy's initial instinct about the other woman is proved right when her smile transitions into a more natural-looking smirk, which only peaks Daisy's interest further. Perhaps this town has the potential to be more than it's sickeningly sweet appearance.

"Sound advice," she comments with a grin of her own. "As a fellow newbie, I suppose I should follow it."

"I was up at the Lodge last night," April says, lifting her hand to flick her fingers in that direction. "Trust me when I say this town is full of beautiful men with too much money. Or beautiful women with the same if that's more to your tastes." She truly doesn't have a preference either way, not when there is money involved or fun to be had and she's beginning to feel like the options in Siren Cove might well be endless.

"I'm April," she says, offering her hand. "You've only just arrived here as well?"

"A town full of pretty people with lots of money? Did we stumble into some CW show?" Daisy shakes her head and laughs, thinking how absurd it all seems even as the other woman's information piques her interest. "I can do either, so it seems like this town is full of opportunity, then."

"April? Funny, I'm Daisy," she says as she shakes the other woman's hand. "Indeed. Just yesterday. Settled down in my apartment and everything. What about you? When did you arrive?"

"Two days ago," April says. "I found a place to stay and thought about sticking around town while the rest of the population went up to this wine festival at the Lodge, but I'm glad I attended. It was... interesting." She'd enjoyed seeing people interact with each other and while she hadn't found herself in many conversations, the simple opportunity to see people within Siren Cove move around was informative enough. She'd seen the people who avoided each other, those who couldn't seem to stay away. Shared glances, knowing smiles, people who ignored each other for the entire night and then clearly met elsewhere after the party was over.

It was all information April wanted.

"Wine festival? I wish I'd known," she laments briefly. "Sounds like it was a lovely time." Not that Daisy has much use for parties after her college days, but she still enjoys the fuss and bustle of crowds against each other, people pushing each other out of the way as they make for the booze, or shoving each other into walls as they aim for a real wild night.

"It makes for a good way to get to know the new town," April agrees with a soft laugh. "I only spoke to a few of the people there, but even just watching can sometimes prove to be very illuminating." And there are faces she remembers now, names whispered through the crowd, people she intends on meeting. She has no grand plan for this town, no idea what she might want out of it, but little by little, she thinks she'll be able to find a place for herself.

"So what brings you to Siren Cove?" she asks.

"Yeah, and see people for how they truly are, drunk and willing to hump anything that moves," Daisy says, smirking back. She knows that game too well; she perfected her own skills in college. "Indeed. I find it's more what people conveniently forget to tell you that tells you who they really are."

"The classic, Lifetime story of a girl chasing after the dad she never knew," she says, shrugging. "When I graduated college, he handed me a slip of paper with this town's name on it, so, I looked it up, and here I am."

"Huh," April says thoughtfully and while she'd never describe herself as chasing the family she's never known, the fact that her father and siblings are out there somewhere in the world is never entirely far from her mind. She's never sure what she might do if she were to find someone she's related to, but it's not impossible that she might enjoy it.

"Well, that's more than I ever got from my father," she says with a laugh. "Which is fine, I suspect he's not much of a winner anyway."

"Yeah, well, I'm not expecting much, to be honest," Daisy says, glancing down at the ground briefly before meeting the other woman's gaze. "I mean, he knocked my mother up with me and then left, so I suspect my father hails from the same breed as yours in terms of 'winners.'"

Daisy isn't sure what she plans to do, now that she is here in Siren Cove, the place her father wrote on the napkin. She doesn't know if she wants to find him, but then again, she wants answers potentially only he can give her.

As far as April knows, her father had stuck around for a few years, gotten her mother pregnant again at least once more, but she'd been taken by children's aid. She knows he'd purposely influenced her mother into drug use, too, but beyond that, she has nothing. Still, it doesn't surprise her to hear another scumbag father story. They don't seem all that rare these days.

"And this is why it's much more fun to use men instead of relying on them," she says with a laugh.

"I agree," Daisy nods with a laugh of her own that manages to conceal the bitterness beneath. She does want to start a new life for herself, but it's hard to let go of a volatile, potent past that rears its ugly head at every mention of a father who brought her to an entirely new state. "But I'm hoping I can just, like, settle down here. Maybe not the whole 'white picket fence' bullshit, but like, a place to call my own, you know?"

April doubts she'll ever be able to do the same, if only because she tends to cause too many problems in a town to be able to stay, but there's a part of her that understands the urge. It's the same part of her that wants to find her family eventually, even if she's only barely admitted that to herself.

"Two point five kids and a golden retriever to go with that white picket fence?" she asks before her smile soften faintly and she shakes her head. "No, I understand."

"Ugh, kids," Daisy rolls her eyes, though she still smiles. She's been through the whole pregnancy scare thing once, and she doesn't care to do it again. Whenever she hooks up with anyone now, she makes sure to use layers of intricate spells and other, more human methods of protection. "I wouldn't mind the dog though."

April has never had a pet, has never lived anywhere long enough or with enough stability to even consider such a thing. She doesn't feel as if she's missing out on anything, though, and her shoulders lift even as she smiles. "You're on your own with that one," she says. "I'm not big on some having some animal trying to lick me."

She casts a glance back in the way Will has gone, then adds, "I might change my mind for him."

"I don't blame you," Daisy says. She wouldn't actively look for an animal to take in, but well, if a stray showed up on her door, she absolutely couldn't refuse. She quirks an eyebrow when she points in the direction of a handsome, well-dressed man. "And I don't blame you for that, either."

"You know, I wasn't sure about this place when I first stopped in, but I think I'm going to like it," she says. At least for a little while. There are enough people here with troubles, enough attractive faces, enough trouble for her to stir up or encourage that she can't imagine being bored.

Though Will is the only prospect on the horizon at the moment, the woman in front of her is certainly appealing as well and April's gaze flicks over her casually. "You're planning on staying in town?" she asks. "For good?"

"I think, beneath the terribly quaint surface, there's more here than meets the eye," Daisy agrees. As a witch, she can sense the various powers all around her, a myriad of abilities that fascinates her and makes her dream of if she might be able to make some interesting connections with said powers.

Daisy recognizes the glancing over April gives her and returns it with a practiced ease; strange familiarity aside, the other woman is rather beautiful, and Daisy can think of worse things than flirting with a beautiful stranger on the boardwalk.

"Looks that, way, at the moment," she answers with a smile. "Unless something changes my mind."

That's an attitude April understands and she nods her agreement, because that's her plan as well. Stay in town unless something changes her mind and while she doubts she'll be here forever -- she doesn't think in terms of forever because nothing truly lasts that long -- she has no intention of leaving yet.

"Have you heard any of the history of this place?" she asks curiously.

"Oh, the family feud, witch edition? Oh yes, it's hard not to," Daisy replies. "I think their tourism industry would go bunk if they didn't make sure to mention the history on every available t-shirt, keychain, or postcard." She thinks of the way the locals do little to discourage the rumors, too, which makes her believe that the history is based in fact more than legend. She doesn't sense any magical abilities coming from April, but then, she could be cloaking her powers for all Daisy knows. Still, as she isn't sure whether she possesses any magic, she remains mum on her thoughts for the time being.

"I was given a little background on it last night," April says, her smile turning thoughtful. She doesn't want to act as if she believes it -- she's not sure she does, really -- but it's fascinating all the same. That the families are still feuding in some ways makes it all the more fun to find a way to use it to her advantage.

"It is something of a tourist trap, though, isn't it?" she asks. "A way to make some extra money."

"Yeah? From another pretty face with too much money?" Daisy grins at her slyly. Personally, she's eager to dig into the history, see if it has anything to do with her father, somehow. She's trying to remain realistic, but she can't help but hope.

"It is, but I do like the sea, so I can't complain overly much," she says. "Though it certainly isn't Boston."

"The librarian, actually," she says with a smirk. "And he's not interested in the sorts of things I have to offer." He had been sweet, though, and while April has little interest in sweet most of the time, she does realize remaining on his good side might benefit her somehow in the long run. She's still too new in town to have written off anyone as useless just yet, even if he's not interested in her physically.

"I tend to stick close to the ocean myself," she admits, looking toward the water. "I've lived all over the coast. Never Boston, though, is that where you've come from?"

"I see," Daisy says, amusement thick in her voice. "All the more pity for him, really." Still, even if this librarian wasn't interested in wares like April's and hers, he could prove useful, especially if one really wanted to get to know the town.

"Yeah, born and raised," she admits, always liking how, in Boston, she could be in a city and close to the water all at once. She isn't sure why being close to the water is important to her; it's just one of those traits she comes to realize the more thinks about it over time.

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