[Thread] I made my way on trains
Characters: OU!Jing, AU!Persephone
Where: Ast-Tessera
When: Now-ish
Summary: Jing gains +1 roommate.
Warnings: None?
So getting a wagon filled with a bunch of stuff down a flight of stairs had proved a lot more tricky than originally thought. It had taken a lot of careful wheedling, coaxing, and patience (a lot of which the goddess didn't have for things like this) before Persephone managed to get it safely to the ground floor of the first apartment building. At least this move wasn't as far as the last one, which had been clear across the compound. That had been fun.
Persephone stopped outside the door to Ast-Tessera, sending an image of apology to her basil plant as one of her winter jackets went bumping rudely into its leaves, the plant having sent her feelings of annoyance. It sort of deserved it, the basil being the source of most of her cooking fiascoes, what with thinking it was Mister Cookbook and all.
She was still puzzling over what Jing had meant about Robin as she reached up to knock on the door. It wasn't like she was going to ask -- it was probably just some weird mortal thing, anyway, and not worth bothering over.
Where: Ast-Tessera
When: Now-ish
Summary: Jing gains +1 roommate.
Warnings: None?
So getting a wagon filled with a bunch of stuff down a flight of stairs had proved a lot more tricky than originally thought. It had taken a lot of careful wheedling, coaxing, and patience (a lot of which the goddess didn't have for things like this) before Persephone managed to get it safely to the ground floor of the first apartment building. At least this move wasn't as far as the last one, which had been clear across the compound. That had been fun.
Persephone stopped outside the door to Ast-Tessera, sending an image of apology to her basil plant as one of her winter jackets went bumping rudely into its leaves, the plant having sent her feelings of annoyance. It sort of deserved it, the basil being the source of most of her cooking fiascoes, what with thinking it was Mister Cookbook and all.
She was still puzzling over what Jing had meant about Robin as she reached up to knock on the door. It wasn't like she was going to ask -- it was probably just some weird mortal thing, anyway, and not worth bothering over.