The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (1/22)

[drumsticksandd20s]

For some unknown reason, Steph had been plagued for the past week by a vague nagging sensation that something about her past was... potentially wonky was about the only way she could describe it, really. It wasn't anything foreboding or especially concerning, just the odd awareness that some of her memories from high school were starting to get kind of fuzzy around the edges.

Great. Next thing I know I'll be getting arthritis.

Anyway, she was just going to ignore it.

[OOC: Me @ Squeenix and D9: Haven't you put Max and Chloe through enough? YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH NEW CHARACTERS AND A NEW STORY BUT NOOOOOOOO. Anyway, I'm also choosing to ignore it, and open.]

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[pocketpretzels]

Hopefully she wouldn't ignore the person swooping in to the shop sometime mid-afternoon, with a tote bag slung over one shoulder.

Watts deposited his hat on the usual tentacle before making his way over to Steph. "Afternoon, Steph," he greeted.

[drumsticksandd20s]

No, no, that just helped her ignore the weird feeling more effectively so she welcomed the interruption.

"Hey, Llewellyn," Steph replied as both Saffron and Little Bot raced past in the background, in hot pursuit of a loose silicone die. "How's it going, man?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts spared a moment to peer around her at the antics of Saffron and Little Bot, and then shook his head.

"Not a whole lot to speak of," Watts admitted. "Looking in to warm destinations for a trip during the school break, but that's about it. You?"

[drumsticksandd20s]

"God, it's almost that time again." Steph shook her head, a bemused look on her face. "Have it narrowed down to a short list yet?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Somewhat," Watts said, setting the bag he'd brought on the counter and reaching for a handful of dice. "We've settled on somewhere in the Caribbean."