here on my own now after hours, here on my own now on a bus
WHO: open to residents of McNider House or passersby; also, magical sensitive types!
WHERE: McNider house, unsurprisingly
WHEN: July 12, early morning
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Tim meditates on the front steps. Come doodle on his face!
FORMAT: Prose to start, anything you like afterward
Unable to sleep, Tim opened the front door quietly and closed it behind him, taking a seat on the front steps. Mercifully, it wasn't too hot out yet, though he knew it would be soon. That was all right; he didn't plan to spend too much time out here. But it did have to be out here, and not inside, though he didn't really know why. He was pretty sure a real magician would be able to meditate or whatever wherever they needed to.
Still, better to do it with a crutch than not do it at all. Tim shut his eyes and breathed in, which was not the most pleasant olfactory experience given the nature of the City, but not the worst, either. He felt his awareness expanding with each breath. It was funny; Lucifer had disappeared a while ago, according to Tank Girl, but he still felt a strange lack out there in the City, where (he imagined) the Lux was. It was sort of like when something was unexpectedly pulled into the sand, creating a gentle, tiny whirlpool that went glub-glub and then evened out, except this was taking its time to even out. He felt no danger from it, however.
Engrossed in his contemplation of the City, Tim sat there with his eyes closed, a skinny boy with round glasses wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.
WHERE: McNider house, unsurprisingly
WHEN: July 12, early morning
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Tim meditates on the front steps. Come doodle on his face!
FORMAT: Prose to start, anything you like afterward
Unable to sleep, Tim opened the front door quietly and closed it behind him, taking a seat on the front steps. Mercifully, it wasn't too hot out yet, though he knew it would be soon. That was all right; he didn't plan to spend too much time out here. But it did have to be out here, and not inside, though he didn't really know why. He was pretty sure a real magician would be able to meditate or whatever wherever they needed to.
Still, better to do it with a crutch than not do it at all. Tim shut his eyes and breathed in, which was not the most pleasant olfactory experience given the nature of the City, but not the worst, either. He felt his awareness expanding with each breath. It was funny; Lucifer had disappeared a while ago, according to Tank Girl, but he still felt a strange lack out there in the City, where (he imagined) the Lux was. It was sort of like when something was unexpectedly pulled into the sand, creating a gentle, tiny whirlpool that went glub-glub and then evened out, except this was taking its time to even out. He felt no danger from it, however.
Engrossed in his contemplation of the City, Tim sat there with his eyes closed, a skinny boy with round glasses wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.