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April still hasn't made up her mind about this place.

That everyone is so open about the use of their magic, about being sirens is still something she's coming to terms with after an entire life of hiding who and what she is. Her meeting with Lara had confused her only because she's never been somewhere like this, where there are rules and expectations of her simply because of what she is and that alone is unsettling to her. She's never been very good at following anyone's rules but her own and now she feels, in some ways, as if someone is always watching, just waiting for her to screw up.

So far she hasn't had any real reason to use her powers. She'd sung to Bach, but only to make him feel better. She's hesitant to do what she might normally, she's reluctant to hum a soft tune just to get a man to do what she wants, and she doesn't like that feeling. On the other hand, living somewhere with people who haven't turned away from her simply due to learning what she is has given her a strange sense of belonging she's not used to. It's not something she's sure she likes very much.

She swims daily, but often tries to be done before sunrise. If she misses it, she'll go after sunset, when it's less likely someone will see her. There's probably not need, but she does it anyway, wanting to be back to herself and dressed again before the sun fully comes up.

Today, though, she's late.

As she drifts back toward shore, she realizes the sun is peaking over the tops of the buildings, that the first rays of light of stretching across the sand and people are out. Some are walking along the beach, others are jogging and there are more still on the boardwalk. She's made the effort to find a private place to swim, but even so, as she stands up in the water, her scales are visible, glistening and black, and she doesn't know whether or not she'll be seen.

[Timed to Tuesday morning. Catch her at any stage of her transformation or after she's returned to her human form and has gotten dressed again. >:D]

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April nods, though she's really only heard the name once before. "It's Irish, isn't it?" she asks, remembering the young woman she'd met with that name in London. They'd gotten up to all sorts of awfully wicked things together before she'd had to go back to Ireland and April had returned to North America, and she smiles at the memory.

"I had no idea you were so easy, Will Cabot," she teases, her hands coming to rest on his hips, head tilted as she looks up at him, considering. "Just a kiss, that seems actually simple." And yet a price she has absolutely no problem paying. In truth, she thinks she'd be willing to pay far more than that, but she expects one step at a time to be the best way to go about this.

"Do you?" she asks, an eyebrow raised as she walks through the water, looking at Levi in amusement. She had seen him at the party that night, she knows he's with Lara and while there aren't many people April thinks she needs to cater to, she does know she doesn't want to fuck with that woman. She knows better than to make an attempt to flirt with this man in earnest.

"And how would most people react?" she asks. "Run? Cover their eyes?"

"Oh exactly," Levi said, smirking a bit as she neared. Levi would never cheat on Lara but being a flirt had been a part of his nature for so long he wasn't sure he could turn off. And April was fun to flirt with.

"At least a few people just fainting from the horror of it as well."

"It is. I'm not. Remotely, anyway. As far as I know. I should have gone with my second name, it's less of a hassle to explain. Cassandra", she adds. "Although some people will bring up the myths."

Essie waited until she heard the soft zipper on the jeans before she dropped her hands and looked up. Yeah, she she was just as impressive sans scales. Definitely the kind of girl Essie would pick up at a bar, although Essie had the distinct impression that she'd be the one getting picked up and that didn't sit 100% well with her. She was too much the control freak.

"I don't mind, unless you do." She'd done her fair share of skinny-dipping, after all, just not siren-style. Which, she should ask, "You are a siren, right? I mean, I've never really met any face-to-face, but I know the basics and I know there are a lot here."

"Oh, I'm not that easy but for you? Maybe just a little," he answered with a flirtatious smile. Raising an eyebrow at the feel of slender fingertips resting on his hips, Will slid an arm around her before letting his hand rest against the small of her back. "It does sound simple, doesn't it... but then I never said where I wanted to be kissed."

Will grinned cheekily before ducking a little to capture her lips in a light, teasing kiss.

"I am pretty terrifying," she agrees, the water moving easily around her calves. Even when she's not in siren form, she feels most at home in the water, right here, the sand under her feet, the cool water against her skin. It's natural for her. She misses it when she's elsewhere. "Legs for days and don't even get me started on my breasts. Horrible sight."

"No, it's pretty," April says, his smile curving a little wider. "Both names are, actually, but I like Aoife. It's far more original than April." She's never known why her parents picked that name or which one of them is responsible. It's possible neither of them had had the foresight to choose a name before she was born, entirely possible a nurse at the hospital named her so there would be something to put on her birth certificate. She's sure they'd been aware of how awfully fucked up both her parents had been,

It's a wonder she'd spent two years in that home, that they hadn't simply taken her away at birth.

"More than even I expected," she says with a nod, then smiles. "Yeah, I'm a siren." It's strangely liberating, to say it so freely. For a long time no one had seen her with her scales, no one had really known what she was or what she can do. Having revealed herself to Bach had been unintentional, but Lara had known what she was in an instant. Showing Les her scales had been less of an accident, her first conscious attempt at letting someone see what she can be, but she hasn't been in the water with him. Not yet, anyway.

"In fact, I've never lived anywhere with so many who are quite so open about what they are," she admits. "It's presented a bit of a learning curve for me."

Siren Cove has truly been a strange experience for her.

April has never cared much before. She's never met men like Bach or Les, men she thinks of as more than just another conquest, another way to gather information, and the feeling she has when Will kisses her seems strangely close to guilt. She has nothing to feel guilty over, she hasn't promised anything to either of them, but as she pushes up on her toes, as she deepens the kiss, she thinks that she'd like to be kissing Les. As soon as the thought occurs, she pushes it away and tightens her hold on Will.

"Thank you. No-one will ever ask you how you spell that, though. At least I don't think so."

She licks her front teeth in thought about what else they can talk about before she can escape to Apples and Eve. "Do you always have a morning swim?"

"Amen, sister." Essie was a witch and she'd met more of her kind in the last few weeks than she had in the last few years. She'd run into one or two, maybe a handful as she traveled, but never this many in one place. And never this many that she thought she might be able to trust.

"This place is kinda a trip, right? It's not just me that thinks that?"

"Every morning right around this time," April says, her gaze flicking over Aoife still with that same smile. "If you ever can't sleep and decide you want a swimming lesson." She'd said she doesn't swim, not that she can't, but April has often that found they mean the same thing.

"No, it's not just you," April says, glancing over the woman again before she closes the distance between them enough to offer her hand. It's still in her nature to fish for information, discover what a person might be able to do for her, but at the moment her guard is down a little and she's not sure if it's the early hour or that she's just been caught in her true form or the few people she's met that she thinks she might be able to trust, but whatever it is, she doesn't feel the need to put on her act. Not right now.

"I'm April," she says. "I'm relatively new to these parts."

"Swimming is for the -"

She tilts her head. "Screw that." It's completely refreshing to not feel rebellious or bad about cursing, about denying her mother. Aoife knows this won't get back to her anyway.

"Maybe I will. As soon as I buy a bikini or onepiece."

April has a feeling Aoife doesn't often speak like that, that maybe she doesn't often do things she's not supposed to, and she laughs brightly, pleased. Leading someone a little bit astray has always been fun, especially when they want it.

"I could go shopping with you," she offers, not going quite so far as to suggest Aoife swim like she does. "I'll even put a top on for you while we swim, but you'll have to forgive the scales."

"Essie and ditto. I live in a hotel right now, doesn't get newer than that, right?" She took the hand and hoped the siren couldn't tell how jumpy she felt. She knew that all sirens weren't all bad, just like all witches weren't bad, but it was a brand of power Essie was not familiar with and wasn't sure she could defend against.

She just didn't like things she didn't know how to fight.

"I mean, I'm looking for a place, maybe, I'm not sure. I just came here to visit and now...?"

"You always offer to go shopping with strangers you meet on the beach, in need of swim wear?"

Aoife blushes. "I can forgive the scales. Seen it all before, I think."

"And now you're not so sure about moving on that easily?" April asks with an arched brow. She glances around the beach, up toward where she knows Les is staying, considering everyone she's met so far and everything she's learned. "Yeah, it seems to have that effect. I'm never quite sure what to make of it."

Her gaze flicks back to Essie and she smiles, her mouth curving slowly. "I can't say I don't enjoy the view I'm offered nearly everywhere I turn."

"Just the ones I think might need or appreciate a hand," April answers with a sweet smile and she enjoys that blush. The pink tinge is awfully pretty on Aoife and although she has absolutely no idea what she's doing in Siren Cove, what she's trying to feel out with Les or even Bach, if either of them are truly something she even wants to explore, she can't help herself here. She can't keep herself from flirting a little, not when Aoife is so pretty, when she flushes so well.

"You spend time with many sirens?" she asks.

"You do that for a living, dress people? Or are the stories true and is it usually only undressing what happens around you? If I can ask such a blatant question."

The blush, nor the nervous bubbling in her stomach, refuses to leave. "No, definitely not these days. When we were all children. Away from the water."

"Right now I don't do much of anything for a living," April answers with a laugh, appreciative of Aoife's comment. "I think people are perfectly capable of staying dressed around me when they want to. The question is whether or not they want to."

"No influence whatsoever? Really? So what part of the stories about your ki- you are true then?"

"Can I influence people to do the things I want them to?" April asks, stepping a little closer to Aoife, a smile curving her lips. "Maybe. But if I tell you that I can, you'll always wonder if you're doing things around me because you want to or because I want you to."

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