sometimes it's okay if we lose our minds [open]
Fred is actually relatively pleased with herself at the moment. Today, she's left her hotel room in the hopes of finding a way to the Main Gauche. The bus system wasn't too hard to master, and she uses up what little cash she still has in her pocket, but she's not feeling entirely too comfortable with walking by herself just yet. And Mat had wanted her to be safe, after all.
Besides, she's heard talk of it having a sparring room - and she might be more than a little curious about putting these newfound abilities (which seem to have a direct correlation to the Rift) to the test.
Now if only she could get someone to let her in.
Sam is sitting in a booth at the diner. He's got a pretty substantial bruise on his cheekbone, signaling that someone's clocked him pretty good.
However, the rate at which he's currently shoveling his breakfast into his mouth, as well as the pretty broad smile on his face when he's not eating, is a good sign that he's actually having a good day today.
Care to stop and ask him about it? You might not get a straight answer, but it's worth a shot.
Avery is lounging on one of the couches in the Luna Bar, a cold washcloth over her eyes.
Somebody was mysteriously absent from the bar last night. Could it have anything to do with the fact that there was a full moon in the sky?
Either way, she's feeling somewhat testy, and this headache definitely isn't helping.
Besides, she's heard talk of it having a sparring room - and she might be more than a little curious about putting these newfound abilities (which seem to have a direct correlation to the Rift) to the test.
Now if only she could get someone to let her in.
Sam is sitting in a booth at the diner. He's got a pretty substantial bruise on his cheekbone, signaling that someone's clocked him pretty good.
However, the rate at which he's currently shoveling his breakfast into his mouth, as well as the pretty broad smile on his face when he's not eating, is a good sign that he's actually having a good day today.
Care to stop and ask him about it? You might not get a straight answer, but it's worth a shot.
Avery is lounging on one of the couches in the Luna Bar, a cold washcloth over her eyes.
Somebody was mysteriously absent from the bar last night. Could it have anything to do with the fact that there was a full moon in the sky?
Either way, she's feeling somewhat testy, and this headache definitely isn't helping.