The Penderghast Home - Ojai, California [Wednesday afternoon]
It was still only in the mid-fifties in Ojai, but Olive was still outside in the name of getting out of the house for a bit. Christmas had, of course, been excellent, but five straight days of running interference between her parents and her friends -- not that they needed it, but she was a little worried that their powers would somehow come up and then it would turn into endless interrogation -- was a little tiring. Graham had gone back to school earlier today, and Chip was inside putting together some insanely-complicated-looking model thingie. Her parents and friends were presumably around, somewhere (there was a mild fear at the back of her mind that her dad was going to corner Victor again, but she was pretty sure that one, at least, was inevitable) and Olive felt okay about taking a minute to just go outside and keep an eye on the dogs in the backyard as they played.
She stretched out on the picnic table her parents kept back here, though she couldn't remember the last time they'd used it, and split her attention between watching the dogs and her cell phone. Melody Bostick was, apparently, having a party tonight after all, and Olive was tasked now with the unpleasant job of telling Rhi to get her own date to it because she wasn't going. She was, however, pondering the logistics of grabbing Victor or Sia or both and throwing them in the car to go visit her spot overlooking the valley -- that sounded more her speed today, rather than drunken teenagers. At least, for now.
[open for calls/texts/the two who are there! and yes, i finally named olive's mystery older brother. there's a whole page on the internet of food names for kids, you guys, idek.]
She stretched out on the picnic table her parents kept back here, though she couldn't remember the last time they'd used it, and split her attention between watching the dogs and her cell phone. Melody Bostick was, apparently, having a party tonight after all, and Olive was tasked now with the unpleasant job of telling Rhi to get her own date to it because she wasn't going. She was, however, pondering the logistics of grabbing Victor or Sia or both and throwing them in the car to go visit her spot overlooking the valley -- that sounded more her speed today, rather than drunken teenagers. At least, for now.
[open for calls/texts/the two who are there! and yes, i finally named olive's mystery older brother. there's a whole page on the internet of food names for kids, you guys, idek.]