First Floor Lobby, Sunday Morning
Dawn cuddled deeper into the couch she was on, dreaming and content in the knowledge that she'd been a good watcher and helped Mel with her sacred duty. On the floor was a pile of papers with drawings and scribbles and some basic words, showing how impressive the fighting had been. So impressive, in fact, that she'd fallen asleep right where she'd been when she finished helping Mel.
Mel had fallen asleep there, too, and was curled around her plastic squeaky scythe and sucking her thumb, hopefully happy in the knowledge that all vampire dust bunnies were no more, and that she had made Fandom safe for the night.
Between them, there was an empty pickle jar, full of nothing but slighty green-tinged pickle brine.
[ooc: Open as lobbies are. Weetiny slayer modded with permission. No pickles were harmed in the making of this post.]
Mel had fallen asleep there, too, and was curled around her plastic squeaky scythe and sucking her thumb, hopefully happy in the knowledge that all vampire dust bunnies were no more, and that she had made Fandom safe for the night.
Between them, there was an empty pickle jar, full of nothing but slighty green-tinged pickle brine.
[ooc: Open as lobbies are. Weetiny slayer modded with permission. No pickles were harmed in the making of this post.]