Strokes of Genius, Saturday (7/10)
Being back on the island wasn't the strange part; that just felt like coming home, and damn the sentimental schmoopiness of that feeling . . . that Katchoo wasn't really objecting to.
It was coming in to work at her old job on a Saturday after so many weeks away that felt strange, particularly without any classes or much of anything else to occupy her time. It made the immediacy of their inevitable real departure that much more real. She didn't really approve of that. Ah, well. What the hell could you do?
Pull out an easel and some painting paraphernalia and get to work, for the time being.
Aw, hell. Might as well admit it, it was good to be back. She'd missed this damn place.
[OOC: So there's two events I want to go to tonight, and only one of me, so I sent the OCD to the other one in my stead because I already bought nonrefundable tickets to it but I can't miss my friend's concert. Oops. Anyway, it's open.]
It was coming in to work at her old job on a Saturday after so many weeks away that felt strange, particularly without any classes or much of anything else to occupy her time. It made the immediacy of their inevitable real departure that much more real. She didn't really approve of that. Ah, well. What the hell could you do?
Pull out an easel and some painting paraphernalia and get to work, for the time being.
Aw, hell. Might as well admit it, it was good to be back. She'd missed this damn place.
[OOC: So there's two events I want to go to tonight, and only one of me, so I sent the OCD to the other one in my stead because I already bought nonrefundable tickets to it but I can't miss my friend's concert. Oops. Anyway, it's open.]