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fandomtownies2018-12-07 07:08 am
chirpchirpchirp) wrote in fandomtownies2018-12-07 07:08 am
Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday
Vette was in an amazing mood at work today.
Mostly.
Yesterday, at least after she'd escaped the singing birds, had been good. More good than she'd ever really figured she'd get all at once, and so she had started today practically humming, a bit of extra bounce in her step as she went. Today was... weird. Weird in a different way from birds.
Today as she made her way to the Wellspring Arms for her shift, she could swear she was being followed. There was a sort of... dragging, tinkling, slithering sound behind her, and it picked up its pace as she picked up hers right up until she stepped up behind the counter for the day and something earned itself a good stomping on as it wrapped around her ankle.
"Okay," she said, pointing at it sternly as it skulked away again, nursing a broken lightbulb, "you brought that one on yourself. Rude."
The rest of her day was going to be spent keeping the creeping lights out of the range and the meditation room, because being startled in the first could be nothing shy of disastrous, and being startled in the second wasn't very meditative at all.
[OOC: Open!]
Mostly.
Yesterday, at least after she'd escaped the singing birds, had been good. More good than she'd ever really figured she'd get all at once, and so she had started today practically humming, a bit of extra bounce in her step as she went. Today was... weird. Weird in a different way from birds.
Today as she made her way to the Wellspring Arms for her shift, she could swear she was being followed. There was a sort of... dragging, tinkling, slithering sound behind her, and it picked up its pace as she picked up hers right up until she stepped up behind the counter for the day and something earned itself a good stomping on as it wrapped around her ankle.
"Okay," she said, pointing at it sternly as it skulked away again, nursing a broken lightbulb, "you brought that one on yourself. Rude."
The rest of her day was going to be spent keeping the creeping lights out of the range and the meditation room, because being startled in the first could be nothing shy of disastrous, and being startled in the second wasn't very meditative at all.
[OOC: Open!]
Talk to Vette!
Meditation Center!
Neither do lights.
Range!
OOC!