Don't even stop for a sigh, it doesn't help if you cry
It was late in the afternoon, getting on toward sundown, and Una Persson stood on the deck of the Miss Daisy, smoking a cigarette and leaning on the railing in an unselfconscious pose slightly reminiscent of Garbo. It would have been all very old-Hollywood apart from the cartoon silliness of the boat itself.
"Some sod's up to something," she said out loud. As an observation it wasn't particularly helpful or insightful, because some sod was always up to something, but the sentence had the soothing familiarity of a mantra, and she needed that.
It had been a very bad day.
The day had started with a fruitless search for Logan Echolls, brought on by the realisation that it had been a good long while since she'd talked to him and that she needed to make good on her promise to talk to him more about temporal adventuring. The failure to locate him was followed by a similar failure to find his friends Veronica and Lilly, the discovery that Sam Winchester's brother had vanished, and that Veronica's electric dead ringer was also gone as well. The white-haired woman who ran the First Aid station had vanished too, along with her charges and her gentleman. And more seemed to be gone as well.
She began combing the park, trying to figure out who was still there and who wasn't. At one point she caught sight of Cayce Pollard walking with an old, frail-looking man in rickety armour; they were headed somewhere with a purpose and when Una had tried to hail them, they either didn't see her or ignored her altogether.
Her perambulations brought her back to where she'd started, at Logan's erstwhile home on the Miss Daisy. She lit a cigarette and stared out at the lake, at last admitting to herself with as much composure as possible that she was very, very worried.
((Open RP; feel free to stop and chat.))
"Some sod's up to something," she said out loud. As an observation it wasn't particularly helpful or insightful, because some sod was always up to something, but the sentence had the soothing familiarity of a mantra, and she needed that.
It had been a very bad day.
The day had started with a fruitless search for Logan Echolls, brought on by the realisation that it had been a good long while since she'd talked to him and that she needed to make good on her promise to talk to him more about temporal adventuring. The failure to locate him was followed by a similar failure to find his friends Veronica and Lilly, the discovery that Sam Winchester's brother had vanished, and that Veronica's electric dead ringer was also gone as well. The white-haired woman who ran the First Aid station had vanished too, along with her charges and her gentleman. And more seemed to be gone as well.
She began combing the park, trying to figure out who was still there and who wasn't. At one point she caught sight of Cayce Pollard walking with an old, frail-looking man in rickety armour; they were headed somewhere with a purpose and when Una had tried to hail them, they either didn't see her or ignored her altogether.
Her perambulations brought her back to where she'd started, at Logan's erstwhile home on the Miss Daisy. She lit a cigarette and stared out at the lake, at last admitting to herself with as much composure as possible that she was very, very worried.
((Open RP; feel free to stop and chat.))