fandomtownies | The Park, Thursday Morning, Pre-Dawn

It was the insistent prodding of a raccoon that woke Navaan up, one of the ones she'd gone on a drunken bender or two with before. "Nkfsnrk. Ft. Wha?" she asked, smacking her lips together, mouth sticky and tasting of morning. She was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, surely the raccoon could--

Wait. Morning?

Blearily, the events of the evening before came back to her. Caritas. Almost everybody being boring. Drinking. The World's Bitchiest Sorceress storming into the bar. Fighting in the duck pond. Almost winning! Polite offer of sex. And then--

"Fuck! Morning!"

She hadn't meant to fall asleep, mind. But laying on your back for hours and hours and hours was boring even if you were having sex (and she hadn't been) and, like, who sat around staring at their feet saying, 'Wiggle your big toe' and hoping that the strength would come back into them? Weirdos were who. So instead, she'd fallen asleep and some strength must have returned at some point because she'd ended up all curled up, but that didn't help her now with the sun starting to rise...

The raccoon prodded her again and pointed to the lightening sky. "I see it, I see it!" she hissed, pushing herself up to her feet. She nearly pitched over again, but managed to turn it into a handspring instead. "Okay, okay, where am I?" she asked, trying actually to remember what was close.

And then she took off at a stumbling jog, fairly confident she was heading somewhere she could hide and rest for the rest of the day, but then, she was fairly confident about most things. "Stupid fucking sorceress," she muttered as she went.

[Mostly establishy, unless you have a reason to be at the park before dawn? Like a creeper? Feel free to make other Park posts during the rest of the day!]

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And if she weren't paying enough attention, she might mow right over Jon, who was heading for her with a very large blanket.

"Navaan!"

"Jon?" Navaan asked, looking up at him in surprise. "Hi, bye, I gotta go!" She still had enough time to get to somewhere safe, but not if she dawdled to chat.

Jon held up the huge blanket he had with him and tried to drape it over her. "I thought I'd help."

"Huh? Oh!" Navaan snatched the blanket and quickly wrapped it around herself with the speed and skill of someone who had done this many times before. "Thanks! Did one of the raccoons come get you, too?"

"N-no, I, um. I couldn't sleep, and I knew you needed help."

He was being a creeper and keeping an eye on the island. Best not to ask too many questions.

"If you like, you can stay wrapped up and I'll, um. Guide you home."

"Ooooh, yeah, that's way better than my idea of hiding in a store and sending the squirrel out for booze," Navaan said, waddling after him like a duckling.

"That's a terrible idea!" Jon said, carefully guiding her toward the road and in the direction of the flats. "Home is much safer. And you won't have to rely on the squirrels. If you don't have drinks, I can get you some."

"I don't think Arthur has alcohol," Navaan groused. "He'd probably be in a better mood more often if he did."

"Arthur tries not to drink too much, because he's afraid he won't stop if he does."

Jon winced. "Please pretend I didn't say that. That's...that's his secret to tell or not. But I can get you something to drink. And you can stay in my flat if you don't want to bother him. I even have an extra bedroom."

Jon had way too much room in his flat. It was insane.

"I'd like to not sleep in the closet!" Navaan said, brightening.

"Nobody should be forced to stay in the closet," Jon said wryly. "I'll close the drapes and you can stay there for the day. That's where this blanket is from, anyway. But you will have to keep your clothes on in the main room," he warned.

"Okay," Navaan said, still sounding remarkably cheerful for a vampire waddling in a blanket as the sun inexorably climbed higher over the horizon, shortening the shadows around them. "I don't need to be naked in the main room."

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"Thank you," Jon said gratefully. "Also, I have a cat." Please don't eat the cat, Navaan. Or seduce her.

He tried to lead her a little faster. Partially because of the sun, partially because Jon was just very bad at walking slowly.

She tried to shuffle faster to keep up. "I love cats!"

That probably did not convince Jon that she was neither going to eat and/or fuck Issa.

It did not, no. He'd just try to make sure to keep Issa out of the way.

"Me, too. She's nice to have around." Jon smiled. Which then faltered as he tried to think of something else to say. What did you talk about while shuffling home?

Fortunately, Navaan was there with a rescue! "How did you know I needed help?"

"Well, I, um. I can tell what's happening. Especially if people are afraid. S-so I knew you were there, and you've said you explode in sun."

He might have a fraught relationship with your idea of fun, Navaan, but he did not want you to explode!

Navaan also didn't want to explode in the sun!

"Ohhhh yeah," Navaan said, nodding. "The world's bitchiest sorceress stuck me out here but then I fell asleep because I was bored."

Jon winced. "I'm sorry I didn't notice you sooner." Not that it would have done much good. Jon was unlikely to have been able to carry her anywhere.

But he could have nudged her awake! Liliana had built enough time into the spell for her to get away in time - Navaan exploding would have been very obnoxious for her to deal with.

"It's okay!" Navaan assured him. "You found me before I exploded with is the most important part."

"I'm glad I did," Jon said. "I wouldn't have wanted you to explode."

The Park, Thursday Morning, Pre-Dawn

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