the jovial sort
WHO: John Egbert and Giselle
WHERE: THE PARK!!
WHEN: Anytime this week which suits our needs gosh
WARNINGS: Seek yer misery elsewhere
SUMMARY: Friendly, happy people join forces to be friendly and happy. Also ducks. Possibly fond reflections of salamanders.
FORMAT: no
The music was back in her, wholly and without any doubt. It hadn't been gone very long, but even a day without a cheery tune was a lifetime. Still, with the reassurance that dear new friends were safe and sound, the absence of loud, scary people lashing out...Giselle felt like she could breathe easily again, and in that breath, carry a note.
She still missed Andalasia, her friends, Edward...she missed them more when she was alone, and that's why she saw fit to never sit quiet and still alone for too long! It did no good to mope, after all. And there were still so many things wonderful and new to her in the City - and so many people! And if it were true enough that strangers were simply unacquainted friends, then...then she had a lot of potential company!
That was most true in the greener parts of town, where people came on their free time and were generally more relaxed and open to a friendly encounter. She got the odd looks more often than not, though -- alternate universe New York still had a thing about personal space and eye contact and all those things Giselle knew little about. She took it all in stride, neither offended nor deterred to smile and spread smiles in her wake. And if all else failed, there were the birds.
She came equipped with a little bag of pre-torn breadcrumbs, the remains of a big, yummy breakfast with French toast and eggs and all sorts of wonderful things she was learning to cook; that aspect, too, seemed full of never ending potential. If all else failed, she'd pay a visit to that kind grocer near Shockwave's house...
Of course, all else was still in action as she hummed brightly, a little bounce to her steps to make her dress billow. She loved doing that. It made her feel like a cloud, or...or what she thought being a cloud would be like, anyway. The tune she carried was picked up by passers-by closest until her sound was out of earshot; curious, infectious little notes that seemed to make the day friendlier, fuller with promise. It was a gift she never realized was her own making.
It wasn't far to the duck pond.
WHERE: THE PARK!!
WHEN: Anytime this week which suits our needs gosh
WARNINGS: Seek yer misery elsewhere
SUMMARY: Friendly, happy people join forces to be friendly and happy. Also ducks. Possibly fond reflections of salamanders.
FORMAT: no
The music was back in her, wholly and without any doubt. It hadn't been gone very long, but even a day without a cheery tune was a lifetime. Still, with the reassurance that dear new friends were safe and sound, the absence of loud, scary people lashing out...Giselle felt like she could breathe easily again, and in that breath, carry a note.
She still missed Andalasia, her friends, Edward...she missed them more when she was alone, and that's why she saw fit to never sit quiet and still alone for too long! It did no good to mope, after all. And there were still so many things wonderful and new to her in the City - and so many people! And if it were true enough that strangers were simply unacquainted friends, then...then she had a lot of potential company!
That was most true in the greener parts of town, where people came on their free time and were generally more relaxed and open to a friendly encounter. She got the odd looks more often than not, though -- alternate universe New York still had a thing about personal space and eye contact and all those things Giselle knew little about. She took it all in stride, neither offended nor deterred to smile and spread smiles in her wake. And if all else failed, there were the birds.
She came equipped with a little bag of pre-torn breadcrumbs, the remains of a big, yummy breakfast with French toast and eggs and all sorts of wonderful things she was learning to cook; that aspect, too, seemed full of never ending potential. If all else failed, she'd pay a visit to that kind grocer near Shockwave's house...
Of course, all else was still in action as she hummed brightly, a little bounce to her steps to make her dress billow. She loved doing that. It made her feel like a cloud, or...or what she thought being a cloud would be like, anyway. The tune she carried was picked up by passers-by closest until her sound was out of earshot; curious, infectious little notes that seemed to make the day friendlier, fuller with promise. It was a gift she never realized was her own making.
It wasn't far to the duck pond.