Tonight on It's the Mind!
Characters: Cara (feathered_earth), Nova (ruby_nova), Target (letmefollow) and Juliet (esoteric_rose)
Date/Time: July 19th, evening
Location: The elevator
Rating: G/PG
Summary: Guess what time it is, everyone!
Cara tugged at the end of her ponytail as she stepped off the bridge from Wellspring and onto the Access Point. July... was not being an easy month. Not because of disaster or violence, but the elevator's apparently insatiable hunger had left her worn thin on some days. It seemed that at least once a week she was opening her journal to find some half-written entry proclaiming it stuck. Or just recently, a reassuringly coherent and full entry that had subsequently dissolved into an utter shipwreck.
So given recent events, the thought that she would end up writing the next such entry actually wasn't too far from Cara's mind. Not as a serious expectation, but an idle thought that it wouldn't be a surprise.
Still, she had to get to work and back every day. Havoc didn't mind being ridden every now and again, but he wasn't a chocobo. As she'd told Cloud, the bluebird wasn't a transport either... so, elevator it was. Cara pressed the button, looking forward to going home and being able to relax. Hopefully.
Date/Time: July 19th, evening
Location: The elevator
Rating: G/PG
Summary: Guess what time it is, everyone!
Cara tugged at the end of her ponytail as she stepped off the bridge from Wellspring and onto the Access Point. July... was not being an easy month. Not because of disaster or violence, but the elevator's apparently insatiable hunger had left her worn thin on some days. It seemed that at least once a week she was opening her journal to find some half-written entry proclaiming it stuck. Or just recently, a reassuringly coherent and full entry that had subsequently dissolved into an utter shipwreck.
So given recent events, the thought that she would end up writing the next such entry actually wasn't too far from Cara's mind. Not as a serious expectation, but an idle thought that it wouldn't be a surprise.
Still, she had to get to work and back every day. Havoc didn't mind being ridden every now and again, but he wasn't a chocobo. As she'd told Cloud, the bluebird wasn't a transport either... so, elevator it was. Cara pressed the button, looking forward to going home and being able to relax. Hopefully.