The Park. Wayyyyy late Friday night. Or wayyyyyy early Saturday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia led the way trooping on into the park. Of course, her current version of trooping might more closely resemble most people's idea of staggering. Or stumbling. Perhaps swaying, or even crawling.

But she trooped, nonetheless.

"'sreal simple," she was saying to Pippi. "Jus look 'round, and say 'heeeeere chilla, chilla, chilla!' Like tha'."

[locked to those who know its locked to them]